spirits in throat

Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye went to the ninth floor and found the room with the covered light red number, which was the dean's office.

Zhou Ye pulled Rong Zhao to the front: "Dean Qiu, I heard from Bureau Qi that you are an expert in scars. Our little brother got hurt a little bit. He loves beauty very much. He doesn't want to leave scars. I would like to ask you to take a look. "

Rong Zhao's arm was grasped and pulled by Zhou Ye, he looked down and looked up at Zhou Ye again.

Zhou Ye retracted his hand very consciously.

Dean Qiu poured two glasses of water and handed each of Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao a glass: "How are you all doing recently? How many catties have you lost?"

Zhou Ye took a sip of water: "The old man is doing well, drinking weight-loss tea every day."

I just didn't see a few pounds lost.

Zhou Ye used to hear Qi Ju mention President Qiu of the Second Hospital. The two were high school classmates and friends for many years.He also knew that Dean Qiu had a daughter who committed suicide six years ago due to depression.

Dean Qiu looked at Rong Zhao and asked, "How did you hurt, where did you hurt, how many days did you use, and what medicine did you take?"

Zhou Ye pressed Rong Zhao on the chair, pointed to Rong Zhao's shoulder socket: "Here, I was bitten, it's been a day, and it's been bandaged."

Rong Zhao then reported the names of the ointments Wu Hao gave him.

Dean Qiu put on his reading glasses and sat in front of Rong Zhao: "Turn it off and let me have a look."

Seeing that Rong Zhao was sitting still, with a resisting expression on his face, Zhou Ye gently pushed Rong Zhao: "President Qiu personally consulted, it's a rare opportunity."

Compared to exposing his body in front of others, Rong Zhao didn't want to leave other people's mark on himself, so he tore off his neckline.

His skin was very fair, and the circle of teeth marks was particularly eye-catching.

No matter how much Zhou Ye begged before, Rong Zhao refused to show him.If you engage in a sneak attack, you will be beaten.

Zhou Ye watched it under the eyes of Dean Qiu, he was very satisfied with his work, and couldn't help but click his tongue: "Look at it, it looks like a beautiful work of art, many people can't get such a tattoo even if they go all the way to get a tattoo. "

Rong Zhao raised his foot and kicked Zhou Ye's calf, telling the culprit to shut up.

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at his shoulder socket, frowned and asked, "Can it be completely removed?"

After reading it, Dean Qiu took off his presbyopic glasses and put them in his breast pocket: "You are considered light, just apply the ointments on your hands, and you will not leave any scars."

Zhou Ye glanced at Rong Zhao's shoulder: "It's a pity, why do you have to erase such beautiful traces?"

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Zhou Ye, with a cold face: "Then I'll get you one too, can you not dislike it?"

Zhou Ye thought about the way the beautiful woman lowered her head and gently bit her shoulders with her white teeth, and even her voice softened a little: "I don't dislike it."

Rong Zhao squeezed his neckline together: "Alright then, I'll find a dog to bite you later."

Zhou Ye said in a voice that only he could hear: "Who wants a dog to bite."

Zhou Ye glanced at the photo frame on Dean Qiu's desk: "Is this your daughter, she looks so beautiful."

The girl is wearing a red dress and black high-heeled leather shoes, standing between her parents and smiling out of the camera.

Dean Qiu picked up the photo frame and wiped it gently on the glass with a glasses cloth, his movements were very gentle: "Yes."

It's not good to expose people's scars, but Zhou Ye had to do it: "She looks very slender."

Dean Qiu nodded: "Yingying has a bad appetite all year round, she doesn't like to eat, she eats a little bit every meal, like a cat."

"The personality is also good, and she is also like a cat. She never makes me and her mother worry about it."

It was such a good boy who committed suicide in the end, leaving behind heartbroken parents.

When Zhou Ye was talking to Dean Qiu, Rong Zhao kept staring at another photo frame on Dean Qiu's desk.

Dean Qiu and a young doctor were standing next to the sculpture downstairs in the hospital. The two were very close, and they looked much closer than ordinary leaders and subordinates.

Zhou Ye pointed to the young doctor in the photo frame: "This is Dr. Feng, brother-in-law of our deputy Bai."

Dean Qiu nodded: "Yes, I heard from Xiaoqing that her younger brother is a policeman."

Zhou Ye secretly thought about Dean Qiu's language expression.

Listen to Xiaoqing, not Feng Mingchen who is closer.Bai Xiaoqing can only be regarded as Feng Mingchen's subordinate to Dean Qiu.

It shows that the relationship between Dean Qiu and Feng Mingchen is very close, so close that their family members are very familiar with each other.

Zhou Ye investigated Feng Mingchen. His family conditions are not good. Dean Qiu subsidized his medical school tuition. After entering the Second Hospital, he supported him along the way. He might be promoted to director by the end of this year.

Zhou Ye turned around and walked to the massage chair next to the desk, and glanced at the product information on the side, which was exactly six and a half years ago.

Qiu Yuan saw that Zhou Ye was very interested in the massage chair: "Yingying and Mingchen gave it to me together. This office has just been renovated and moved in. It has been many years. Team Zhou can try it. The cervical spine massage is very good. use."

Zhou Ye called Rong Zhao over, put him on the massage chair, set a program that would not massage his shoulders, and pressed the start button.

Rong Zhao obeyed the leader's arrangement and sat on the massage chair seriously, thinking about Zhou Ye's intentions in doing so.Did you test the massage method, timing and efficacy, and what is the role of this in the investigation of the case?

Ten minutes later, the massage chair stopped working. Rong Zhao got up and looked at Zhou Ye, avoiding Dean Qiu and asked in a low voice, "Did you see something from the chair?"

Rong Zhao understood all the series of conversations between Zhou Ye and Dean Qiu, but he couldn't understand the operation of using the massage chair.

Zhou Ye looked at Shang Rongzhao with serious and puzzled eyes: "It's nothing, I just want you to take this opportunity to have a good rest, is it comfortable?"

Rong Zhao was so busy calculating and calculating in his heart that he didn't even notice whether he was comfortable: "It's okay."

"Dean Qiu, Doctor Feng is so kind to you," Zhou Ye walked to the table, "Did he also give you this thermos?"

Dean Qiu smiled: "Yes, and the tea leaves on the cabinet behind you. Those five or six cans were all brought to me by Mingchen."

Rong Zhao walked to the cabinet, took down a box of tea and looked at it, it was very valuable.

Dean Qiu walked over, took two cans and handed them to Zhou Ye: "Go back and bring it to Qi Ji for me. I'll go see him in a while."

"Bang bang bang", there was a soft knock on the door.

Feng Mingchen, who was wearing a white coat and a stethoscope hanging around his neck, walked in. When he saw Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao, he was taken aback and said, "Are you busy? I'll come back later."

Dean Qiu beckoned to Feng Mingchen, and said with a smile, "It's okay, come in quickly."

This was the first time Rong Zhao saw Feng Mingchen. I don't know if it was because the doctor always had a cold smell like disinfectant, or he had preconceived Feng Mingchen as Lu Hairong's accomplice.

Rong Zhao's feeling towards Feng Mingchen was very uncomfortable, he even felt his throat was a little dry, he wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, so he suppressed the vomit with his saliva.

"Captain Zhou," Feng Mingchen adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, and looked at Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao, "Are you here to handle the case?"

Zhou Ye picked up the tea bag in his hand: "My friend was injured, and I don't want to leave a scar. Dean Qiu is an expert in this field. Qi Bureau recommended me to come here."

Dean Qiu patted Feng Mingchen on the shoulder and told him to sit down: "What's the matter?"

Feng Mingchen glanced at Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao, a little hesitant to speak, which meant to drive away the guests.

Zhou Ye got up: "Thank you Dean Qiu, we will leave first, and come to visit another day"

When the two came out of the dean's office, Zhou Ye turned around and saw that Rong Zhao's expression was not good, so he touched his forehead with the back of his hand: "What's the matter, the air conditioner is too cold to be comfortable?"

"It's okay." Rong Zhao pushed Zhou Ye's hand away, "What do you think of what happened just now?"

Supported by a series of side evidence, Zhou Ye speculated: "Six and a half years ago, Feng Mingchen took advantage of Qiu Yingying's trust to take her to the dean's office on the ninth floor, where no one went up after the renovation, and knocked her into a coma and raped her. Qiu Yingying Because of his own personality problems or other considerations, he did not report it, but he suffered from depression and committed suicide half a year later."

"That massage chair may be Feng Mingchen's excuse to lure Qiu Yingying upstairs. If this is the truth, Feng Mingchen is really worthless."

While talking, Zhou Ye turned his head and saw Rong Zhao's face was pale and bloodless.

Zhou Ye took Rong Zhao to the end of the corridor, held his shoulders with both hands, looked into his eyes and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Rong Zhao's drooping eyes gradually lifted up, and his voice was low and far away: "Have you heard the story of "The Farmer and the Snake", Feng Mingchen is that snake."

"Snake's nature is like this. It doesn't know what is good or bad. It kills and kills the kind people who took him in and saved him."

Regarding the story of "The Farmer and the Snake", Zhou Ye knew a more vicious one.

Guan family extermination case.

According to the investigation of that year, on that rainy night six years ago, the Guan family took in seven strangers who entered the villa to hide from the rain, and gave them warm rooms and food.

The kind hosts would never have imagined that it was the seven poisonous snakes that they had favored that killed their entire family.

The Guan family is a farmer.

So did Dean Qiu.

Rong Zhao slowly raised his head, and the whites of his eyes turned red at some point, and then gradually faded: "I just sympathize with President Qiu too much, and treat a poisonous snake that killed my daughter as my own son."

Zhou Ye: "The current evidence points to the fact that Feng Mingchen may be Lu Hairong's accomplice in the 6.12 case, but there is no evidence link between him and the Guan family extermination case."

After coming out of the hospital, it was almost completely dark, Rong Zhao turned his head and asked, "What are you going to do, can you apply for a search warrant and go to Feng Mingchen's house to find evidence of his crime?"

"What we have is side evidence, direct evidence is not enough, and the higher authorities may not approve it," Zhou Ye changed the subject, "People can't be arrested directly, but I will find a way to get a search warrant."

"Isn't this the little police officer?" Aunt Wang, the property manager I saw before, walked up to Rong Zhao with a bag on her shoulders, "Are you busy?"

Rong Zhao nodded: "Yes."

A gust of evening wind blew, Zhou Ye raised his hand and took off a leaf that fell on Rong Zhao's hair.

Aunt Wang looked at Rong Zhao, then at Zhou Ye, and finally stopped her gaze on Rong Zhao, and said in a low voice, "Your boyfriend is nice, and he looks very considerate. He looks good, too."

Rong Zhao didn't realize for a moment, what kind of boyfriend.

Remembering that I told Aunt Wang during the day that I don't like women, Aunt Wang must have misunderstood.

Just as I was about to explain, I was interrupted by Zhou Ye's words: "Thank you, Auntie, for your blessing."

"Okay, goodbye." Aunt Wang looked down at her phone while walking. Someone in the community group was sending a message. Auntie scolded as she walked, "It's really a crime to cheat a marriage. It makes a girl so angry that she almost jumped off the building with her child in her arms."

Aunt Wang turned her head to look at Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye, and immediately felt that this pair of guys were really good people, no matter how they looked at them, they were pleasing to the eye.

When Aunt Wang walked away, Rong Zhao turned to look at Zhou Ye, and questioned, "What were you talking about just now?"

Zhou Ye smiled, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly bent, very clear in the night: "No nonsense."

She added: "I'm afraid that you will be entangled with that aunt again, and she insists on matching you and her niece."

"Our Rong Rong is so good-looking, it's not surprising that our aunts will like it. If someone pesters you in the future and insists on introducing you to someone," Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao who was standing under a bunch of street lights, with a tone of voice. Unconsciously let go, "I don't mind being pulled out by you as a shield."

"You know, I'm good at acting, and I won't pretend to be a boyfriend. I'm sure it's better than real."

Rong Zhao turned around and left, leaving Zhou Ye with a ruthless back: "Thank you, no need."

Zhou Ye followed with a very sincere tone: "Don't you want the rent free?"

Rong Zhao turned his head: "You don't need to post it upside down."

Back at the City Bureau, Zhou Ye sorted out the clues he got today and sent them to Qi Bureau, and applied for a search warrant by the way.

Rong Zhao took the ointment and went to the bathroom to put medicine on his shoulder. When he came back, he saw that the people in the office had already left work, and the lights in the captain's office were still on.

He packed up his things and was about to go home. When he walked to the door, he turned around and saw Zhou Ye had appeared behind him at some point.

"Buy a pillow on the way back when you go back, your "Dream of Red Mansions" is too charming."

As Rong Zhao walked, he turned to look at Zhou Ye: "Who said they were going to take you home?"

Zhou Ye said pitifully, "Are you not taking me in today? I will freeze to death and starve to death outside."

"The temperature is now 36 degrees and above, you won't be frozen to death," Rong Zhao took out 50 yuan from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Ye, "You won't be starved to death either."

Just as I was about to press the elevator, the lights in the corridor suddenly went out, and Uncle Liu shouted downstairs: "Is the switch off? Someone go pull the switch."

The elevator couldn't go, Rong Zhao turned around and walked towards the stairs of the emergency exit.

Zhou Ye took out his mobile phone, activated the flashlight function, and walked behind to help Rong Zhao illuminate the stairs on the ground: "Don't step on the empty space."

Arriving at the corner of the second and third floors, Rong Zhao stepped on a cigarette box thrown by someone on the ground, and slipped, only to be held firmly by Zhou Ye with quick eyes and hands.

Zhou Ye supported Rong Zhao's Yueyao, the light from the mobile phone was cast on the ground, only a slight halo shone on Rong Zhao's face, like looking at people through the moonlight, it was dyed dense and hazy.

In the dark, I couldn't see the color of my lips, only the sound of panicked breathing was heard.

Zhou Ye only felt his heart beating hard, beating violently, as if something had been stolen by someone, and there was an empty piece in an instant, he was frantic and restless in the void, he just wanted to fill up the empty piece.

He has never felt this way before, and no one has brought him this feeling. It is strange and greedy.

It was more real and more intoxicating than that absurd dream that night.It's like raising your head and drinking a sip of strong wine, only wishing that you can't get drunk forever and have a big dream.

Rong Zhao felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. This feeling made him very irritable, and he became more and more insecure because of the unfamiliarity.

He pushed Zhou Ye away angrily, "Stay away from me."