spirits in throat

After get off work at night, Rong Zhao walked out of the back office, looked up and saw a strange woman walking from the direction of the criminal investigation team.

She seems to be cosplaying some character, with exaggerated makeup on her face, a large circle of brown and blue around her eyes, thick blush on her cheeks, bright red lips, a stroke of lipstick on the corner of her mouth, hanging on her lips, like A smear of wet blood.

"Officer Rong," Fan Yao just put on makeup, and felt that she had never been so beautiful before. She smiled, unaware that she also had lipstick on her teeth, looking very weird, "What a coincidence."

There is no coincidence, all the coincidences in the world are intentional, Fan Yao waited for a long time by the door of the criminal investigation office after dinner, before she saw Rong Zhao come out.

This seems to be the beginning of many romance novels.

Fan Yao was very moved by her spirit of chasing love.

"Oh," Rong Zhao pressed the elevator, not intending to say anything, and responded casually, "It's a coincidence."

He suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked at the woman beside him: "You are from the first criminal investigation team, right?"

Fan Yao nodded again and again. She didn't know when she left the impression on this amazing handsome guy. She was a little flattered and said yes several times in a row.

Rong Zhao thought so too, Director Qian was right, the members of their first criminal investigation team were not normal.

When the elevator arrived, Rong Zhao asked Fan Yao to go up first, and when he got to the first floor, he fell behind Fan Yao, waiting for her to come out first.

This makeup is so worth it, as expected it took her half an hour to make it, Fan Yao was very happy.When she reached the gate of the Municipal Bureau, she suddenly heard the man beside her say, "It's so late, is the manga exhibition still open?"

The doorman, Uncle Liu, also poked his head out from the small window of the security booth, and asked with a suppressed smile, "Xiao Fan, what are you doing?"

He joked kindly again: "Are you going to attend the midnight party at the ghost house in the middle of the mountain? Wouldn't the ghost be scared away by you?"

The truth was so tragic that Fan Yao almost collapsed. She cried with a sad face: "I will not go to the comic exhibition, nor will I go to explore the haunted house."

She just wants to fuck a handsome guy.

Uncle Liu smiled: "You, a policeman, are still afraid of ghosts."

"Ordinary ghosts are not afraid." Fan Yao crossed her arms and couldn't help shivering. "The Banshan Villa must be afraid, thirteen lives, and the death is so miserable, who can not be afraid."

Uncle Liu nodded, his expression became a little darker, as if he was back in the past: "Yes, it's too miserable."

Fan Yao knew that she had put on an invincible and ugly makeup again, so she was embarrassed to lean in front of Rong Zhao, turned her back and said, "Officer Rong, then I'll go first."

After she finished speaking, she covered her face and ran away. She will never believe any beauty videos again.

At 07:30 in the evening, it was completely dark, and various lights spread along both sides of the street to the distance.Red lanterns are hung on the small wooden building, and people walking in the middle of the road seem to be stained with poetry and painting.

Zhou Ye flashed out from the wall, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him.

Rong Zhao didn't seem to be in a hurry, he walked at a leisurely pace, and even took a leisurely stroll around the nearby snack street.

Finally walked into a noodle restaurant.

Zhou Ye hid not far away, and beside him was a baked sweet potato seller.The sweet and tempting smell wafted out of the tin bucket. I was already hungry, but now I was even more hungry.

Zhou Ye could only see the left side of Rong Zhao's face through the window of the snack bar.His jaw line is very obvious, and under the orange light, he looks even more enchanting.

When Rong Zhao ordered beef noodles, Zhou Ye saw him pick up a chopsticks to pick up a moderately thick sliced ​​beef and rinse it in the noodle soup.Zhou Ye's stomach became even hungrier, and he could even smell the aroma from that piece of beef, hitting his nostrils through a door, a window, and a street.

It was not easy for Rong Zhao to finish eating the bowl of noodles, but that person seemed to be deliberately against him, refused to leave after eating the noodles, and continued to walk along the snack street.

First stop at the entrance of the shop selling crayfish, then go to the shop selling fried steamed buns, the old hot pot restaurant in Chongqing, Yang Guofu Malatang, even the sugar painting sellers are not willing to let go, standing in front of the old chef's booth to see for a long time.

Zhou Ye stood behind a stone pillar and glanced at his mouth. Tanghua likes to look at it, and he likes to look at it for as long as he likes. Anyway, he doesn't like candy.

In the end, Rong Zhao bought a sugar painting in the shape of Peppa Pig. He didn't eat it when he held it in his hand, and carried it behind his back all the way, with the big pig's nose facing Zhou Ye.

Only then did Zhou Ye realize that he had been exposed.

Not only was he exposed, but he was also played by the other party.

Rong Zhao turned a corner and disappeared. Zhou Ye chased after him, but he couldn't see anyone on the left or right.I think so, how can a man who cannot be monitored be so easy to follow.

He took a few steps forward, stood by a moat, leaned against the blue-gray marble railing, took out a cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

As early as when Rong Zhao was walking him in the snack street, he suspected that he had been exposed. The reason why he was not sure was because the pig's head mocked such a cute thing, which was not like what the irascible police officer Rong would do.

According to Rong Zhao's personality, if he found out that he was being followed, he would probably punch his handsome nose directly.

"He should be beaten." Rong Zhao got off the subway station and walked home under the moonlight, thinking silently.

When he got home, Rong Zhao opened the door. The fishing line tied to the door had not been touched, and the windows were locked tightly from the inside, so no one had come in.

Rong Zhao turned on the TV, and a variety show was playing on it.With this lively voice, he took out a book that had been read countless times from under the pillow, and leaned against the bedside to read it.

The soft yellow light of the desk lamp fell on several black Song typefaces on the cover, "Hypnosis and Anti-Hypnosis".

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