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"One police officer at a time," Director Qian thought of Zhou Ye's habitual peeing, "Don't even think about asking Xiaorong for a loan. She just graduated and didn't get her first month's salary, so she has no money to lend you." .”

Zhou Ye: "Thank you Director Qian for your reminder."

Only then did Director Qian look better: "You still have a little conscience."

"No." Zhou Ye lowered his head and took a mouthful of food, then smiled, "I mean, I'll ask him to borrow it later."

Director Qian angrily helped Zhou Ye think of a good idea to save money and live: "You can actually pack a little meal from the cafeteria at noon and eat it hot at night."

Zhou Ye rolled his eyelids with disdain: "You let me eat the leftovers?"

"Yo, you're starving to death, why don't you still eat me, Master of the Beggar Gang?" Director Qian finished his meal, took out a paper towel to wipe his hands, and took out his mobile phone, "I see that I still have some change on WeChat. Well, three dollars and five, do you want it?"

"Yes," saw Young Master Zhou put down his chopsticks and took out his mobile phone, "why not."

The curtain of the cafeteria was lifted, and a man in a white coat and golden eyes walked in.

He packed his meal and looked for a seat with the plate, but it was a pity that it was full of people.

"Here," Zhou Ye raised his hand and called lazily, "here's a seat."

Wu Hao saw Zhou Ye, turned around and left without hesitation, and sat down at the farthest end of the cafeteria.

Zhou Ye picked up his own plate and walked across most of the cafeteria.Sitting opposite Wu Hao, he said helplessly, "Why are you running?"

Half of the women in the cafeteria looked over. These were all big pieces of candy.

The parties didn't care at all.In Zhou Ye's own words, those women are already very pitiful if they can't get him, so why don't they make people happy with a CP.

It can be said that the atmosphere of the Municipal Bureau was completely created by Zhou Ye.

Wu Hao took off his glasses and put them in the pocket of his white coat amidst all kinds of enthusiastic and eager eyes around him, and looked up at Zhou Ye, his usually gentle eyes were refusing to be thousands of miles away: "If you are sick, go to the doctor. If you don’t want to go to the hospital, come to our forensic room, and I’ll prescribe some medicine for you to cure your brain.”

"Tsk," Zhou Ye leaned on the back of the chair, tilting his head, "Why doesn't Forensic Doctor Wu have any sympathy as a fellow human being?"

They are indeed the same kind, not only because they are the only gays in the city bureau, but also because their model is the same, they are both 1.

Zhou Ye didn't come here today to disgust Wu Hao, nor did he intend to make CP fans happy, he came to talk about business: "No.2 victim Zhao Tian's pathology report, did you find anything suspicious?"

"I was going to talk to you about this." Wu Hao quickly forgot about Zhou Ye's encephalopathy, put down his chopsticks and replied earnestly: "The pathology report on the severe skin ringworm on the deceased's left upper arm is okay, the problem is around the ringworm , the section after the arm was dismembered, we detected a small amount of CH3NHCH4OH2H2SO4 on it."

Zhou Ye rubbed his temples: "Speak human."

Boss Wu Hao glanced at him unhappily: "Mitul."

"Black and white developer," Zhou Ye pondered for a while, "a potion for developing photos."

"The murderer likes to take pictures and develops them by himself. He recorded them with a camera while forcing women to kill and dismember their corpses. The murderer would definitely not dare to develop such photos in a shop outside," Zhou Ye conjectured intently, "He has A darkroom of its own."

The two chatted for a long time until the people in the cafeteria gradually dispersed.

"Thanks to the mouse," Zhou Ye stood up, "Please make a paper copy of the latest test report, please sign it and I will send someone to the forensic room to get it."

Hearing the word mouse, cracks gradually appeared on Wu Hao's gentle and elegant face, his eyes were full of murderous intent: "How many times have I said it, don't call me a mouse."

Wu Hao took two steps forward, then stopped and turned around and asked, "Are you going to the bar tonight?" He was talking about a famous gay bar in this city.

Zhou Ye shook his head: "Go ahead, I have something to do tonight."

Wu Hao took out his gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on, looked at Zhou Ye with probing eyes, tilted his head and asked, "Did someone?"

Zhou Ye wanted to say no, but swallowed the words: "Yes, a great beauty."

There are fewer and fewer people in the cafeteria, only a few who came late are still eating.

The door curtain was lifted again, and a thin figure dressed in black walked in.His demeanor seemed ordinary and normal, no different from anyone else who had come to lunch.

Open the curtain and walk in, go forward along the wall to get the plate, make a meal, and find a seat to sit down.

At this time, if someone is sitting in the monitoring room and looking at the camera here, they will suspect that what they see is not a person at all, but a ghost.

Zhou Ye remembered the video of the corridor on the third floor that he saw on Wang Xiaoming's laptop an hour ago.

There are four cameras evenly distributed in the corridor on the third floor, monitoring from multiple directions, and the angles of view overlap with each other.Zhou Ye's own face was photographed clearly, 360 degrees without any dead angle.

Among these cameras, none of them could capture Rong Zhao's full face, at most they could only capture one-third of his profile.

This was different from the night before in Jiufu Lane. It was raining and I took an umbrella. It was not difficult to evade surveillance, and ordinary policemen or experienced criminals could do it.

The surveillance cameras in the corridors of the Municipal Bureau are not decorations.

How powerful a person's observation and on-the-spot reaction skills should be, so that when he first appears in an unfamiliar place, he can perfectly avoid every angle that may be captured.

I'm afraid even Wang Xiaoming, who is familiar with all the models and functions of surveillance cameras, can't do it.

Isn't this person a peerless treasure?

It's not that Zhou Ye has never doubted whether Rong Zhao is an undercover agent. He has carried out extremely dangerous missions. In his desperate life of licking blood all day long, his constant vigilance has allowed him to develop this unimaginable and shocking "invisibility technique" ".

On second thought, this is simply impossible.

He is too good-looking and too eye-catching. This kind of person is naturally suitable to stand in the center of the lights and the stage. When he is a star, he is almost the same. When he is an undercover agent, he will only be closely watched by the tigers and wolves in the den of thieves, and he will not be able to perform tasks at all.

As soon as Rong Zhao entered the door, he noticed the gaze from the southeast corner at thirty degrees.

Still with scrutiny, but the hostility in it is not as obvious as in the morning.

But that didn't make his impression of that person any better.There was a box of squashed orange cakes between them, which was an insurmountable barrier.

Rong Zhao bowed his head and tasted the steamed pumpkin with red dates, it was soft and glutinous, and there was rock sugar in it, adding a hint of sweetness to the aroma of dates.The other steamed fish dish was much inferior, with less ginger and cooking wine, and a bit fishy smell.

He frowned and pushed the steamed fish aside, and heard footsteps approaching from far to near.

Rong Zhao didn't raise his head, and didn't even move his eyeballs, as if he didn't know anything.

Until the man sat down opposite him.

Rong Zhao speeded up his meal calmly, expressing with actions and body language that he didn't want to talk to him, and hoped that he would leave as soon as possible, as far as possible.

Zhou Ye didn't feel embarrassed, and said without sense of humor, "Why don't you eat this fish? You haven't moved a single chopstick."

Rong Zhao didn't want to say a single word, and said concisely: "Odd."

The white, tender and delicious steamed sea bass is lying on a white porcelain plate, covered with a light layer of green shallots, and sprinkled with a few vermilion goji berries on the side.

"I didn't see this dish just now. If you don't want to eat it, you can give it to me." Zhou Ye took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage, and when he looked up at a pair of eyes clearly marked with rejection, he moved. lips, "You don't eat."

"Wasting food is very shameful," Zhou Ye really wanted to eat. The chef in the canteen is busy creating dark dishes every day, but this classic Jiangnan dish has not been cooked for half a month. "You can give it to me."

Rong Zhao was so wrapped up that his ears hurt, he took out the fishy smelling fish from the dinner plate, pushed it to Zhou Ye's eyes, and continued to pinch the steamed pumpkin with red dates in front of him.

Zhou Ye stuffed a piece of fish into his mouth: "Your plate of pumpkin looks good too."

Rong Zhao moved the bowl of pumpkin to his side, opened his eyelids and glanced at Zhou Ye: "Don't test my bottom line."

Zhou Ye didn't push himself any further. The man in front of him looked thin and fair, but he was actually very irritable. He might throw his fist on the bridge of his nose in the next second.

Zhou Ye closed his mouth, while eating fish, he raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him.The skin is snow-white, the eyes are pitch-black, the brows are sharp, and the lip color is a light rouge color, like a picture scroll of thick ink and light color, but it is not feminine at all.

The third meeting still felt amazing, even though the other party was suspected of murder and a huge mystery.The combination of these factors reminded Zhou Ye of poppies that bloom at midnight, dangerous and charming.

After eating, Rong Zhao came out from the cafeteria, turned his head to look at the person stuck behind him, narrowed his eyes, frowned and looked at him: "Why do you always follow me?"

After eating his fish, he didn't let go of his suspicions, and even stalked him more blatantly, which made him very unhappy, and every pore on his body screamed to beat someone.

"If you have this time, it's better to investigate the case and catch the murderer of the serial murder case as soon as possible."

Zhou Ye raised his eyes: "Officer Rong seems to be very concerned about this case."

The two got very close, and Zhou Ye leaned forward again, forcing Rong Zhao to take half a step back: "Stay away from me."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, who took two steps back, and was a little bit dumbfounded, "What are you afraid of, I can still eat you."

Rong Zhao opened his eyelids and glanced at the person in front of him, before turning around and leaving, he said: "Your mouth smells like fish."

Zhou Ye stood on the spot and looked at Rong Zhao who was running away in a hurry, lowered his head and let out a breath on his hand, and sniffed the palm with the tip of his nose.

There was no fishy smell, he didn't smell anything else except manly smell.

The author has something to say: Rong Zhao: As long as you are happy.