boyfriend in the fridge

Song Buzhi woke up after a nap, still feeling sleepy.He couldn't help but yawned.

Last night, he played the game all night. Just as he was about to go to bed, he received a call from the head of the Beishan Welfare Institute, where he grew up, saying that a dog in the yard was lost, and asked him, who was also in Huacheng, to help him pay attention.

Song Buzhi naturally agreed.But he still asked a few more questions, where did he disappear, why did he disappear... After this question, he went back to Beishan Orphanage.

The dog disappeared at the gate of the Beishan Orphanage.Go out the door, there is a school for the deaf.The children in the orphanage were worried that the dog had gone to the school, so they went in to look for it.

Although Song Buzhi has left the Beishan Orphanage, he always regards the Orphanage as his home in his heart.The dog raised by the family since he was a child is gone, and his family members are looking for him, so he has nothing serious to do, so naturally he has to go back and help find it.

After searching for a day, I searched all around the orphanage, but I didn't find any trace of the dog.

Song Buzhi felt that the dog was probably beaten away by some dog dealer, so he thought about buying another one for the orphanage.

It was almost evening when I got home, and there was no call.

Song Buzhi was very sleepy, so he plugged his dead phone into a power bank, looked for a dog seller on a certain treasure, chatted with the merchant for a few words, and then went to bed.

Still sleepy.

He rubbed the tears from the corners of his eyes when he yawned, and glanced at the open pot on the stove from the corner of his eye.The instant noodles in the pot have already soaked into fat white ones.

"Isn't this very dry?" Song Buzhi thought to himself, "This person was called out to work after he came back and hadn't eaten yet?"

Very often complained about how cruel his boss was in front of him and Gao Bin, working day and night, using him as a trainee lawyer as a donkey.

After rubbing his stomach, Song Buzhi also felt a little hungry.

But he doesn't want to eat instant noodles, so let's order a takeaway.But speaking of which time is it now...

Song Buzhi put down the hand that was rubbing his eyes, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

In the fridge... what's going on?

What are the red marks on the door?There are also red ones on the ground...

Moreover, it was dark outside the window, obviously it was night.But what happened to the light in my house?

Song Buzhi raised his head and glanced up. The lights in the kitchen, the living room, and the entrance...are all turned on?Gao Bin and Chang Fei don't waste electricity like this on weekdays, do they?

And it's not just lights...

Song Buzhi frowned and stared at the living room for a while, always feeling that something was wrong in the living room.

The humidifier, was it here before?Didn't they always put the humidifier next to the tv cabinet, how come it's moved to the corner now?And the cactus... is the cactus on this shelf?

Many details made Song Buzhi feel very wrong.

Hey, whose coat is on the sofa?

Song Buzhi squinted his eyes. The size of the black coat seemed to be one size bigger than the one he was wearing.And if it is bigger than his size, it means that it is bigger than Gao Binhe.

It won't be a thief, will it?

Song Buzhi immediately became 12 vigilant, picked up a pair of chopsticks beside the pot, and walked out lightly.

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Discipline turned his head slowly.

A man in a black shirt and black pants appeared in front of him.

This man is not very old, at most in his twenties, and his skin reveals an unhealthy whiteness.The hair is a little long, it seems that it has not been taken care of for a long time, and the front lock of hair is almost poked into the neckline.But his facial features are extremely delicate.

Discipline has reviewed countless beauties since he was a child, and he has almost never seen such a delicate man's face, which can be called beautiful.And... The sharp eyes swept across his eyes, nose, mouth, and chin one by one. This face was absolutely untouched.

... It's just that this exquisite man's attire doesn't match exquisiteness.

His eyes swept over the man's right hand holding the chopsticks, Discipline twitched the corners of his mouth, somehow he wanted to laugh.

But discipline is discipline after all, and he is used to being serious in front of the police force members on weekdays. At this time, his expression, in Song Buzhi's view, was as awe-inspiring as a dark cloud.

Song Buzhi: "..."

How the hell are all the thieves so powerful now?Worse than my master?

On the surface of discipline, he was as calm as usual, but there were waves in his heart.

He was sure that no one else came in during the period from when he received the murder notice, rushed to the scene, and when everyone else left.

The door was closed, and if anyone wanted to come in, they would have to open it first, but he didn't hear any opening.

——Instead, I heard a yawn directly.

——The sound of yawning came directly from the room.

—So, this person was already in the room?

"No," thought Discipline, "this person is not in the room."

—Then how did he get in?

A strange silence passed between the two of them.

Discipline remained motionless, staring straight at Song Buzhi.

Song Buzhi also remained motionless, staring straight back at Discipline.

"This thief doesn't look too much like a thief, does he?" Song Buzhi murmured inwardly, "Is it okay for a thief these days to look like a man with an upright face? If this person shows a police ID I believed him even if he said he was a policeman!"

Discipline is tall and tall, with a pair of black sneakers on his feet, a pair of black sweatpants on his lower body, and a white short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body. Although the T-shirt was not tight, it also vaguely outlined his tight waistline and abs.

Most people keep their cuts, and Song Buzhi will definitely think that this person either likes the cuts very much, or the barber is handicapped.But at this moment, looking at the size of the person in front of him, he suddenly felt handsome.

This handsomeness seems to be brought by nature, engraved in his bones, revealed from his eyebrows, nose, mouth, and firm neck line.

...This is definitely not a thief, right?

In the next second, Song Buzhi's eyes widened even wider——

Discipline raised his feet and walked towards him slowly.

Song Buzhi was startled, deeply feeling that as he approached, his momentum also increased.

"This is impossible." Song Buzhi thought to himself, "I am the master here, how can I be weaker than a 'little thief'."

So, he took a deep breath, imagining the fighting techniques of those heroes in martial arts movies in his mind, raised his right hand, waved his chopsticks a few times, put on a fighting posture, and shouted the expected lines——

"Stop! If you come over again, I'll poke you into a sieve!"

Discipline really stopped, and Yuemei's countless faces showed shock: "..."

This person... what kind of development is this?

In front of him, while waving chopsticks, the man quickly squatted down, buried his head between his knees, and at the same time, there was a slight voice coming from it.

What "poke into a sieve?"

What is this man talking about?

Discipline didn't expect this development, and was really taken aback.

"You..." Song Buzhi, who buried his head deeply between his knees, spoke again, "You go now, I can let you go, and don't pursue the fact that you broke into my house illegally."

Although the voice was obviously a man's voice, and it was pleasant to hear, it was really thin and weak.Discipline listened intently for a while before he understood what he was saying.

Staring at the man who kept waving his chopsticks, Discipline asked, "Are you Song Buzhi, the owner of 602?"

"It's me." Song Buzhi shook his body, and his heart burst into mania.

——Damn it!

——I actually forgot that Carrot is such a character!

——Damn it's embarrassing!

"Hello, Mr. Song." Discipline said calmly, "I am Discipline, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Huacheng Bureau, can you please stand up and speak?"

"Okay...Okay." Song Buzhi stopped his arm waving chopsticks, and put his hands on his knees——

I can't stand up!

I just can't lift my head!

"...Officer Ji." Song Buzhi said weakly, "I abide by the law and have not done anything illegal or criminal, right? Did you go to the wrong place..."

Discipline looked at the man in front of him acting like a play, and pulled his lips: "Mr. Song, a few hours ago, a case of dismemberment occurred in your home."

"The corpse dismemberment case..." Song Buzhi murmured.

Discipline slowly hooked the corners of his lips, and added: "The body parts are in the refrigerator."

In the next second, Song Buzhi, who was still struggling to support his body, suddenly stopped all movements.

The air was suddenly quiet.

After a while, Song Buzhi gave a weak laugh and asked, "Officer Ji, can I trouble you to pull me up..."

discipline:"……"

Discipline didn't respond, he took two steps forward, grabbed Song Buzhi's left arm, and mentioned——

"what--"

Like a girl who has been violated, Song Buzhi struggled violently.He was a grown man after all, although he looked weak, but he really struggled with all his strength, his strength should not be underestimated.

Discipline was violently pulled by him, not only broke free, but also the back of Song Buzhi's struggling left hand hit his left face.

"Clap" sound.

The air was suddenly quiet again.

However, in the next second, Song Buzhi let out another "ah", then took a few steps back, squatted down again and buried his head, his arms still tightly wrapped around his head.

discipline:"……"

Captain Ji, who has been wrestling with criminals for nearly ten years, has never encountered such a situation, so he didn't know whether to kick him or punch him.

"Ji, Ji, Ji, Officer Ji..." Song Buzhi's voice trembled like a leaf in the wind, and finally he spoke the second half of the sentence, "What questions do you have... Why don't you ask me tomorrow..."

Disciplinary refused expressionlessly: "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, please come with me to the Municipal Bureau."

Song Buzhi wanted to cry so much, this embarrassment would be thrown to the Public Security Bureau!

"Carrots! Blame the carrots!" he thought angrily. "Throw away all the carrots in the refrigerator when you get back!"

Disciplinary did not drive, and it was inconvenient to take the suspect back, so he called Xie Qitian.

Fifteen minutes later, a police car stopped at the 15nd floor of Lvjing Garden.

Song Buzhi, who shrank his head, was escorted into the police car by Xie Qitian.

The siren sounded away from Lvjing Garden all the way, and the red and blue light drew an afterimage on the road at night in Huacheng.

Song Buzhi sat in the back seat of the police car, looked at his hands with his head down, and sighed.

"I didn't expect this to be the first time I took a police car." He thought.