boyfriend in the fridge

The murder case was solved, and everyone was very excited.

As for the fire six years ago, Gao Bin insisted that the fire was an accident, he didn't know about it, but it was true that too much time passed and the relevant evidence disappeared.Li Sheng, the owner of Zhenmei Shoe Factory, would not admit it without evidence or physical evidence.Discipline had to let the local police station keep an eye on Li Sheng first, and then talk about what was caught later.

It was three days before the Spring Festival when everyone worked overtime to almost finish the follow-up matters.

That night, Disciplinary invited the entire criminal investigation team to have a meal. After everyone left the venue lively, except for those on duty for the next three days and the Spring Festival, everyone else went home to celebrate the New Year.

Discipline stayed until the New Year's Eve, and returned home on the evening of the [-]th.

Huacheng belongs to Province A, and the capital city of Province A is City B.Discipline's home is in City B, about two hours' drive from Flower City.

As soon as Ji's mother saw discipline, she scolded: "It's the New Year's Eve, and I don't know how to go home early to help, so I have to wait until the [-]th night." Having said that, Ji's mother's face was full of joy, and she took the jacket that discipline took off. Hang it on a hanger.

"Is the case you said a few days ago over? You won't go back after a meal?" Ji's mother took off her apron, looked at the discipline of washing hands, and asked suspiciously.

This kind of thing was not unheard of before. Several times, Discipline was always eating, and was suddenly called away by a phone call.

"It's over." Discipline washed his hands, turned off the tap, dried his hands, and pushed his mother outside, "Mom, let's eat."

"That's good, eat and eat - Lao Ji, stop playing games! Put down your mobile phone and eat!" Ji's mother yelled into the living room.

Although it was roaring, Mama Ji's voice was naturally soft, and she didn't have much momentum when she roared.

Ji's father arrived late after Discipline and Ji's mother sat down.

Ji's mother began to scold again: "I only know how to play mobile phones, so the game is so fun? If you play again, I will give you another old man's mobile phone!"

In recent years, mobile phones have become more and more intelligent. Father Ji has kept pace with the times. After getting a new mobile phone, he became obsessed with a game - Xiao Xiao Le, and played it whenever he had time.

Hearing the words "old people's mobile phone", Ji's father swallowed the rebuttal words that came to his lips again - Ji's mother is in charge of the big and small things in the family, and he and Ji's mother discuss the big things together, and the son is more important than him , The family status is really very low.

For the New Year's Eve dinner, each family eats its own food. Discipline is an only child, and every year he eats with Ji's father and mother Ji.Grandpa Ji and Grandma Ji take turns going to eat at the two sons' house every year. Last year at Discipline's house, this year went to Discipline's uncle's house.

While eating, Ji's mother asked Discipline: "Didn't you say that you will bring someone home for the Chinese New Year this year? Where is the person?"

Discipline has a good memory, and he also remembers the words blurted out at that time very clearly. He ate his meal slowly, and after swallowing it, he said lightly: "It is the Spring Festival of 2019."

Ji's mother glared at him: "I am deaf when you are your mother, you are clearly talking about this year's Spring Festival!"

The word "this year" is heavily emphasized.

Discipline is very experienced in dealing with his mother's urging marriage, and immediately used his father as a shield: "Didn't Dad marry you after his 30th birthday? My 30th birthday is still several months away."

Mother Ji choked, their marriage was very late in that era, and she couldn't use "how can our era be the same as now" as a rebuttal.

But Ji's mother is not really in a hurry when she urges her to get married. She believes that her children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, but she is too busy every month if she doesn't talk about her son.

So she said: "Then the Spring Festival of 2019, do you remember what you said - Lao Ji, your son said that he will bring his partner home during the Spring Festival of 2019, did you hear it?"

"I heard it." Ji's father hurriedly echoed, coughing heavily and pretending to be a father, he said to Discipline, "As a human being, the most important thing is to keep your word."

Discipline nodded noncommittally.

Mother Ji said again: "By the way, a few days ago your aunt asked me if I wanted to go to Putuo during the Chinese New Year, and I agreed. You just came back, so you can drive—when will you go back during the Spring Festival?"

Discipline nodded: "The fifth day."

Mother Ji smiled: "Well, let's set off tomorrow and stay in Putuo for two nights, and you can stay at home for another day."

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Mother Ji happily called to tell Aunt Ji the news.

On the second day, early in the morning of Lunar New Year's Day, Discipline drove Ji's father and Ji's mother to the house of Grandpa Ji and Grandma Ji.Grandpa Ji and Grandma Ji, one took Ji Ji’s car and the other took Uncle Ji’s car.Uncle Ji and Aunt Ji have a daughter named Ji Jing, who is four years younger than Discipline and very lively and cheerful.

Two cars, eight people, went to Putuo.

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Chang Fei also went home for the New Year.

Yiming Law Firm puts the Spring Festival on the tenth day of the lunar new year, and officially starts the work of the new year on the eleventh day of the first lunar month.

So, for nearly half a month, Song Buzhi was alone.

In previous years, those tenants also went home to celebrate the New Year, but the feeling of desertion was not so strong.Now... Song Buzhi looked at the empty clothes rack on the balcony and thought to himself: "In the next year, there will be two new tenants."

——Although he hasn't asked Chang Fei whether to move or not, it's human nature that moving away is the normal choice.

Song Buzhi went to get a haircut.The hair is not cut very short, it still covers the ears.The forehead is exposed, and when the wind blows, the hair on both sides flutters randomly, fluttering and fluttering, and it is easy to paste on the forehead and hook the face.

So the night before he went to Putuo to worship Buddha, he dug out a black peaked cap from the closet, with the brim turned back, and put it on top of his head.

Putuo is only a 10-[-]-minute drive from Huacheng. However, during the Spring Festival holiday, there are many cars in the scenic spot. Song Buzhi set off early in the morning on the second day of the Lunar New Year, and took the ferry from Zhujiajian Wharf to Mount Putuo after an hour and a half.

The ferry is very fast, but it will arrive in about ten minutes.

Song Buzhi didn't join the group, and he didn't have anyone to accompany him. When he was queuing up to buy the tickets for the mountain, he saw that the surroundings were almost full of families, big and small, and suddenly felt a little bit of envy in his heart.

But this delicate emotion came and went quickly, Song Buzhi was born without such a sad nerve.

After buying the tickets, he queued up and went through the security check. After the ticket was checked in, Song Buzhi stuffed the ticket casually into his butt pocket.

Most of the other people came to Putuo with a clear purpose, such as seeking family safety, business prosperity, marriage and children... But Song Buzhi was different, he just wanted to walk around the temple, pay homage, and go to his own home bad luck.It's just that Putuo is famous, and it's not too far from Huacheng, so I came here.

After arriving, he realized that he seemed to have come at the wrong time—Putuo during the Spring Festival is crowded with people, and even if he walks casually, he has to be careful not to be poked by the tourists who lit incense next to him.

"Forget it, forget it," he thought, "let's just come and experience the horror of the Spring Festival scenic spot."

So, Song Buzhi simply followed the crowd, wherever there were many people, and which temple was full of incense, he would go there.

——However, there were too many people in Putuo during the Spring Festival, and the incense in every temple was very prosperous. Song Buzhi followed the crowd and worshiped several temples, and the day ended like this.

"The weather is really hot..." Song Buzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the sun still hanging on the mountainside, and sighed extremely tired.

"I must have gone crazy." He thought, "I don't have a good family, so I have to suffer this."

——He is really afraid of the heat.I don't know what the reason is, and the hospital did an examination and couldn't find out why. In short, I have been afraid of heat since I was a child.In summer, the air conditioner is turned on all day long, and I hardly go out.He wears short-sleeved or one-piece shirts in winter, and thick clothes have never been seen in his wardrobe.

He rolled up his sleeves and walked outside.

After walking a few steps, he turned his head again, looked at the tall golden statue of Avalokitesvara in the South China Sea in the distance, folded his hands together and bowed: "Bodhisattva, you see that I have worked so hard to worship you, so please show mercy and bless me this year. Let’s go smoothly, no, everything will go smoothly in the future, let me wait to die in a smooth manner, those murder cases, public security bureaus, police...don’t come again, please don’t come again!”

After bowing again, Song Buzhi tossed his hair chicly, and left without looking back.

——I ate and ate, I didn’t eat for a day, and I was starving to death.

There were many people in the scenic area, and there were also many people in the restaurants on Putuo Mountain. Song Buzhi was crowded for a day, and he really didn't want to be crowded anymore, so he went to the direction where there were fewer people.

I don't know which way to go, Song Buzhi didn't see anyone except a tourist group from a distance.

It was already dark at this time, and the street lights on this road were dim, and most of them were blocked by trees, which did not have much effect.Song Buzhi walked slowly, his whole body was hidden in the darkness.He was dressed in black, only his exposed face and hands were white, at first sight, it was easy...

scare people.

Mother Ji was taken aback.

"Ouch—my little heart!" The soft voice suddenly sounded, and Song Buzhi was also startled.

He turned his head and saw a group of people walking out from the front steps.

The leader was a woman in her forties, about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a red coat, stroking her chest, looking frightened.

Immediately, a middle-aged man came up next to him, lowered his head and asked worriedly, "Honey, are you okay?"

"It's all right." Ji's mother waved her hand and looked up at Song Buzhi who was obviously also frightened. "Young man, is it you? Are you alright?"

Song Buzhi's face is too deceptive, and his vision is not clear at night, Ji's mother is thinking about the height of this person, he should be a boy.

"It's okay." Others were polite to him, and Song Buzhi responded politely, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I scared you."

At this time, Discipline, who was walking at the end, slowly stepped forward, looked Song Buzhi up and down, and said, "Song Buzhi?"

Song Buzhi was frightened again, and turned his head to meet Discipline's eyes.

——Damn, how come you still meet this person in Putuo?

——Bodhisattva, how long have I begged you for this, and you have "fulfilled" me?

Song Buzhi was thinking in his mind whether to say "I still have to take a step ahead, you go slowly" or "Yueheifenggao kills the night discipline team, does this mean that..." Mama Ji in front of him He opened his mouth excitedly: "Hey, do you know your son?"

son……

With the help of the weak light, Song Buzhi took a closer look at Ji's mother's face, and found that it was really similar to discipline.Then the other people... Song Buzhi's gaze swept across the faces of the group of people in front of him calmly—all of them were his relatives?

"Cousin, did you meet someone you know? Where is it?" A cheerful figure ran forward, Ji Jing opened her curious eyes and looked at the very conspicuous Song Buzhi.

"Wow, it's so pretty!" Ji Jing bumped Discipline's arm with her elbow, "Cousin, let me introduce you."

Ji's father, Ji's mother, Ji's grandma... a group of people all showed curiosity - besides Fa Xiaohou Yisheng, classmates from the police academy, colleagues from the city bureau, do they have any friends?The overly good-looking young man in front of him didn't seem to be related to the police academy or the city bureau.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Discipline said calmly: "Song Buzhi."