spirits in throat

"Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong," a middle-aged woman's loud voice came from behind, Rong Zhao turned around and saw the landlord, "Sister Zhang."

Sister Zhang was carrying a big watermelon, and her fingers were so tired that she wanted Rong Zhao to help her lift the watermelon. Seeing that he was holding rice in his hand, he looked at Zhou Ye who was lightly holding a bouquet of roses: "Little Rong's friend."

Zhou Ye was stuffed with a big watermelon, thinking that Feng Shui here is really good, the people are hospitable, those who send flowers send flowers, and those who send melons give melons: "You don't have to be so polite."

Sister Zhang shook her sore finger: "No, help me lift it off, it's dead."

Zhou Ye saw Rong Zhao gloat and smiled, he rarely saw him smile, and found that he looked much better when he smiled than when he was ruthless.

Like the long-lasting dark clouds suddenly dissipated, revealing a clear sky, boundless.

Holding a big watermelon in his left hand and a rose in his right hand, Zhou Ye whispered, "You should smile more."

Not sure if Rong Zhao heard it, but Sister Zhang heard it: "Yes, others say that I look good when I smile, like Concubine Yang Gui of the Tang Dynasty, the one who likes to eat lychees."

Sister Zhang looked at Zhou Ye curiously, not for other reasons, because since Rong Zhao rented her house, she has never brought anyone back, neither family members nor guests.

With a "click", a stray cat ran past the wall and knocked over a dilapidated ceramic flower pot.

Sister Zhang shivered as she hugged her arms, and unconsciously leaned against Rong Zhao: "It's not peaceful recently, there is a pervert who specializes in killing beautiful women."

"Let's go faster, I'm afraid of being targeted, I don't want to die."

Rong Zhao turned his head and looked at the middle-aged woman in her 1.6s who was less than 170 meters tall and weighed at least 40 kilograms. Out of respect, she didn't speak.

Sister Zhang still wanted to lean on Rong Zhao, but when she turned her head, she saw Zhou Ye was looking at her, frowning, with unfriendly eyes.

Sister Zhang didn't dare to lean on her again. She looked at the rose in Zhou Ye's hand, and then at Rong Zhao. She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

This area is an urban village, scattered with many dilapidated small buildings of one or two floors. Many local residents do not work, and earn rent by renting out the houses in many small rooms.

"Xiao Rong, you know that prices have risen sharply recently. Pork costs more than 40 yuan a catty. Children need money to go to school, see a doctor, and everything," the landlord chattered along the way. The rent has been raised several times, on your side..."

Rong Zhao raised his leg and stepped over a banana peel: "How much?"

Zhou Ye cut his teeth: "What's the price increase? In such an environment, it's still going up."

Sister Zhang ignored Zhou Ye, and smiled at Rong Zhao: "Not much, two hundred. Not only you, but Mr. Lu's room next to yours will also go up. Mr. Lu's set is bigger, and the price goes up by three hundred. "

Rong Zhao didn't say much: "Okay."

Zhou Ye touched Rong Zhao with his arm: "Are you usually so easy to bully? The total is 50.00, and it suddenly increased by [-], an increase of nearly [-]%. It's a money grab."

Sister Zhang was not happy: "Isn't it just two hundred, why is it 50.00%?"

"Can't you round it up?" Zhou Ye said, throwing the big watermelon in her hand, "Bullying my subordinates, he can bear it, but I can't bear it."

After speaking, he picked up the forty catties of rice in Rong Zhao's hand, and said to him in a low voice: "You write an application email to me tomorrow, and I will approve you the best dormitory in the public security system of Dongyu City."

Rong Zhao seldom interacts with people, he either goes out or stays in his room without going out. He has never seen him chatting with other tenants, and when they meet, he just nods slightly and doesn't say a word.

Sister Zhang likes to read hot searches on Weibo when she has nothing to do, and she is very good at thinking about people: "Don't you young people have social fears? My house is all one by one, and the dormitories are all mixed. There's no privacy at all."

It was a small three-story building. The landlord's family of five lived on the first floor, and the second and third floors were rented out.

Rong Zhao took Zhou Ye up to the second floor, walked to the end of the corridor, and took out the key to open the door.

This room is very simple, and it can even be described as dilapidated. Most of the wall skin has peeled off, revealing an uneven blue-gray. In the middle is an old wooden table with a chair with crooked legs.

The bed is not far from the table, and the bedding is neatly stacked on the bed.

A simple black hanger stands beside the bed.There are only two or three sets of clothes in the hanger, and a few pairs of clean shoes are placed underneath.

The bathroom is partitioned with composite wood boards, and the doors don't close tightly.

Zhou Ye put the roses in his hands on the table, and the rice on the side of the temporary kitchen. He turned his head and sat down on the crooked chair, almost falling down.

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye: "Does the leader need any condolences?"

I don't know why, Zhou Ye's mood is a bit dull, just like this lifeless house: "Ask what, anyway, no matter what you ask, you won't tell the truth."

For example, why does he insist on living in this dilapidated urban village so persistently? There are clearly better-qualified and free dormitories to choose from.

Rong Zhao didn't say much, and looked down at the time, 2 minutes had passed.

Four minutes passed, and Zhou Ye still didn't speak.

At the fifth minute, Zhou Ye raised his eyes and said, "Why do you care so much about this case?"

Rong Zhao replied: "Didn't I tell you all about it in the interrogation room? I know He Yanyan. She treats me very well. I want to bring the murderer to justice for her."

A corner of the book "Hypnosis and Anti-Hypnosis" was exposed beside the pillow. Rong Zhao walked over, rearranged the pillow, and completely covered the book.

The chair with crooked feet was uncomfortable. Zhou Ye stood up and walked to the window, leaning against the window sill, "If you don't want to say it, I can't force it. Anyway, you just need to remember that we are tied to the same boat now. It is true to say that one is prosperous and one is prosperous, but one is lost and one is lost anyway.”

Rong Zhao walked to the table, turned his back to Zhou Ye, and said in a cold voice, "I didn't ask you to tie me together."

"He Yanyan and I are underground lovers, our first love when we were young, with a white moonlight in our heart and a cinnabar mole between our eyebrows. Doesn't this explanation convince Team Zhou?"

Zhou Ye turned around and looked out the window. This place looked different from the brightly lit, neon-flashing central block. Even the lights were dimmed. It coincidentally resembled many villa areas.

"My master who suffered from a stomach problem didn't die of a stomach problem, but an accident. He committed suicide, and the murderer is still at large." Zhou Ye looked further out of the window, "There is a mountain over there, and there is a group of villas on the mountain, which used to be called Lingxiu. Bieyuan is now called Banshan Ghost House."

Zhou Ye turned around, leaned against the window, looked at the back of Rong Zhao who was facing him, and said slowly: "My master died in the Guan family extermination case six years ago."

"I will never give up on pursuing this case. I will personally catch those murderers and send them to the guillotine."

Rong Zhao walked to the cabinet, opened the drawer and took out a black medicine box, turned around and handed it to Zhou Ye, and glanced at the back of his hand: "Disinfect the poison."

"Do you hate them?" Rong Zhao looked into Zhou Ye's eyes, staring closely at the depths of his pupils, his voice was irritatingly cold, and seemed to have a trace of imperceptible bewilderment, "Do you want to kill them with your own hands? ?”

Zhou Ye put one hand on the buckle of the medicine box and looked into Rong Zhao's eyes, which were dark and coquettish. The vast darkness seemed to be tempting to swallow people up. King Zhou of Shang: "Who taught you such words?"

Rong Zhao was taken aback, as if he didn't expect the other party to say: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Ye opened the medicine box, took out a piece of medical sterilized cotton from the inside, and applied it to the wound on the back of his hand: "I always feel that you are not such a person. You were not a long time ago, and you should not be in the future."

Rong Zhao hooked his lower lip, and sneered, like a hedgehog sensing danger, instantly erected his thorns all over his body: "Then thank you, Captain Zhou, for your love. I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

He made it clear that he would never give up until he angered the other party away.

Rong Zhao felt a pair of warm and dry hands grip his shoulders, then gently released them, and took them back.This movement was comforting, and with one touch, it was separated immediately, and the thorns all over his body were pushed back.

"I don't have that much time to chat with you about life experiences."

Zhou Ye took out a recommendation letter from a psychiatrist from his pocket, and flashed it before Rong Zhao's eyes: "Experts suggest that leaders should care for their subordinates and speak more of what is in their hearts."

I don't want to look like that, but I have to listen to the expert's words. Zhou Ye pointed to the expert's handwriting: "I want to make friends with the leader."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, then took out his pocket, took out an IOU, and slapped it on the table with a "snap".

It was in the corridor of the Municipal Bureau that Zhou Ye stomped on Rong Zhao's orange cake and owed him a debt of 20 yuan.

Rong Zhao's meaning is obvious, if you want to have a heart-to-heart talk or make friends, pay back the money first, and stop pushing if you don't have the money back.

Zhou Ye clicked his tongue, wrapped a bandage around his hand, tied it with his teeth, turned around and picked up the bouquet of roses on the table, and handed it to Rong Zhao: "Use this to pay, it's exactly 20 yuan."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, and coldly pushed the bunch of flowers away: "No flowers, just money."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time: "The condolences are over, so I won't send them off."

Zhou Ye's stomach growled at the right time: "Would you like to leave the leader who has worked so hard to condolences for dinner?"

Rong Zhao: "Don't stay."

After speaking, he walked to the kitchen and took out a pack of instant noodles from the cabinet above.

Hearing the door knock, Zhou Ye went out and finally left.

Rong Zhao threw the bag of instant noodles next to the induction cooker and ate instant noodles for a week, which made him lose his appetite for this kind of food.

There was a knock on the door, and the landlord, Miss Zhang, came in with a few pieces of watermelon: "Xiao Rong, what about the rent increase?" She dared to come in and talk about it only after watching Zhou Ye leave.

A man in a blue shirt passed by the door of Rong Zhao's room, and was stopped by Sister Zhang: "Mr. Lu, you are off work. You came just in time. What about the rent increase?"

The man stopped and raised Fu Jinsi's eyes: "Yes, yes." After speaking, he took out the key from his briefcase and prepared to open the door.

Sister Zhang had a bright smile on her face, and she hurriedly picked up nice words, and even her voice was full of joy: "A doctor is a high-quality, educated person who is considerate of poor people like us."

"By the way, Mr. Lu, thank you for the cold medicine you gave last time. My Dabao will be fine after taking it for two days."

Sister Zhang poked her head to look into Mr. Lu's room, and said flatteringly, "I'll get a new air conditioner for your room later."

Mr. Lu closed the door: "Thank you."

Most of the renters living in the villages in the city are the middle and lower class people who live in a difficult life. They earn a little money by selling their physical strength. Some of them come from other places and send money to their hometown every month to support their families.The picture is that the rent here is cheap.

Among Sister Zhang's tenants, two people are the strangest, one is Rong Zhao, and the other is Mr. Lu, they are not the same kind of people as them, as long as you have eyes, you can tell.

Sister Zhang turned to Rong Zhao and said, "Xiao Rong, you have seen it all, and Mr. Lu agreed, I didn't cheat you, if you don't believe me, go to the old Zhou's house across the way to inquire about it, his price has increased since the beginning of the year. "

"Give him a new air conditioner, too."

Sister Zhang heard a cold voice behind her, and saw the bully man who had already left just now turned back, holding a bag of vegetables in his hand.

The green celery stuck its head out of the plastic bag, and there were still a few drops of crystal water rolling on the leaves.Cut some shredded pork, sauté the onion, ginger, and garlic until fragrant, and stir-fry over high heat, it will be delicious.

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