I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

After Yan Ruohao sent Yan Yiming away, Cong Jun went back to the house he rented in City A.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a rusty iron smell, a layer of dust accumulated on the sofa on the table, and the only cooked food in the refrigerator had expired.

After entering the bathroom and taking a shower, Mr. Cong fell asleep on the bed before his hair could be dried.

This time, I slept very deeply.

In the end, Mr. Cong was woken up by the phone, and the ringing of the phone never stopped when it was almost noon.

After groping to answer the phone, Lin Lize's voice came from the other side: "Team Cong, where have you been? The director and deputy bureau are looking for you."

"At home." Cong Jun turned over, propped himself up and leaned on the bed, pinching the space between his eyebrows.

"Team Cong, why are you so leisurely? Something big happened!" Lin Lize was still talking on the other end of the phone, and the doorbell rang at the right time.

"Wait a minute." Cong Jun put on some clothes and trousers, got out of bed, walked to the door and put the earphones to his ears: "Go on."

"Team Su brought someone to look for you. I just got the news because you are suspected of harboring criminals..."

While Lin Lize was speaking, Mr. Cong had already opened the door.Su Hui stood outside the door with two people, and saw Cong Jun's mouth twitched into a smile: "Cong team, please come with us."

In the interrogation room of the police station, Cong Jun looked at Su Hui who was sitting across from him and frowned.

Su Hui tapped the pen tip on the notebook until he saw Cong Jun's impatient face before he smiled: "Yan Yiming was rescued by you, right?"

"I got shot and I don't think I can drive away." Su Hui drew a triangle on the note with his eyes downcast: "At that time, I left three people on the other side of your team, but the other two people who were with you told you to listen to me." Came after the gunshot."

Su Hui glanced at the camera with the red light on and couldn't help but curl his lips in the dark: "But we didn't see you, where did you go?"

"I met a gangster on the way, so I followed him." Cong Jun said lightly, his eyes without ups and downs, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

"What about that person?"

"Ran."

"Then what about the clothes you wore to carry out the mission?" Su Hui smiled: "We searched all over your house but couldn't find that clothes."

Cong Jun paused, the clothes were stained with Yan Yiming's blood, so they had already been disposed of: "Throw it away. Throw it away if you scratch it while chasing the bandits."

"Mr. Cong, you really don't blush when you lie."

Another colleague was taking notes on the sidelines. Hearing this sentence, he raised his head and glanced at Su Hui. Seeing Su Hui's look, the little police officer hurriedly put the photo in front of Cong Jun: "Team Cong, you and Yan Yiming You two have been in and out of many hotels, and this is just one of them."

Cong Jun glanced at the photo. The photo was of Yan Yiming and a man standing at the door of a hotel room. The man was wearing a peaked cap and could be seen from the side of his face as Cong Jun.

"The body shape and appearance are unexpectedly in line with Cong Team you."

"that's not me."

Su Hui just smiled at Cong Jun's resistance: "Then where were you that day?"

"Of course I'm at home after get off work."

The little police officer seemed to have caught a loophole: "But when we went to your house today, it felt like no one lived in it for a long time."

Mr. Cong rested his hands on the chair, and his calm attitude did not look like he was facing an interrogation: "I just go back to sleep, and the furniture is rarely used."

Just like a few people chatting about family affairs, they are calm and content.

After a while of interrogation, the atmosphere became a little heavy.Looking at the different gazes of the two people opposite, Mr. Cong asked, "Can I have a cigarette?"

"No smoking at the police station."

"Smack him."

The little policeman stared at Su Hui with wide eyes, not understanding why Su Hui agreed.

Seeing Su Hui raising his eyebrows, the little policeman reluctantly threw the cigarette and lighter to Mr. Cong.

Cong Jun lit his cigarette and took a puff, and Su Hui laughed lowly: "Did Yan Yiming ever say that you look sexy when you smoke?"

Cong Jun was stunned, and looked at Su Hui's deep smile through the smoke before realizing that he had reacted too much.Averting his gaze and finishing a cigarette, he heard Su Hui say again: "Yan Yiming should still be in danger."

"Although the shot missed the heart, it hit the side no matter what."

The hands hidden under the table were clenched tightly, but Mr. Cong was still calm on the surface.

Su Hui stood up, took the cigarette in Cong Jun's hand and pressed it on the notebook with a sporadic smile in his eyes: "After all, I fired that shot."