spirits in throat

Rong Zhao came to the office stepping on his feet, he didn't swallow the pot of porridge that was burnt by him, and bought two steamed buns on the side of the road to satisfy his hunger, in case the stomach disease recurred.

"What happened to Team Zhou today?" Xiao Qian gnawed on a beef patty he snatched from Zheng Kena, and said while eating, "If you don't come to work for a while, you will be stopped by Bureau Qi downstairs to write a review."

Zheng Ke turned his head and asked: "Brother Rong, don't you and Team Zhou stick together every day? Why didn't you come together today?"

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye's office with a cold expression: "He moved out from my place."

Xiao Qian came over and asked, "Why did you move out? Isn't Team Zhou going to live on the street again then?"

Rong Zhao didn't speak anymore, he picked up the cup and went to the water dispenser to get water, Xiao Qian followed behind him, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, Brother Rong, are you fighting again?"

Bai Xudong officially returned to work today. He is older than Xiao Qian and the others, and has more work and life experience than them. After experiencing Bai Xiaoqing's incident, his whole person seems to have grown up by ten years, calmer and more mature.

Bai Xudong saw the changes in Rong Zhao's body at a glance. This change was cold from the inside out to the bone.

Bai Xudong took Xiao Qian by the neck and dragged him aside: "Hurry up and eat the beef patties in your hand, eat and work hard."

Bai Xudong looked at Rong Zhao, he was still dressed in black, his brows were full of coldness, as if he had changed into a different person, yet nothing had changed.

"Rongrong, if you want to talk to someone, you can come to me anytime."

Bai Xudong patted Rong Zhao on the shoulder, turned around and returned to his work station, took out his mobile phone and called Zhou Ye.

Holding a water glass, Rong Zhao threw a strawberry-flavored fruit candy into the water.

This bag of candy was given to him by Zhou Ye.

Xiao Qian stood behind Bai Xudong, looked at his phone, reached out and pressed the release button: "Why doesn't my brother Ye answer the phone?"

"Hands and paws are full of oil, don't touch my phone." Bai Xudong glanced at Xiao Qian, took a napkin to wipe the oil on the phone.

The other party didn't answer until the phone automatically hung up, so Bai Xudong called again.

After Xiao Qian finished the last bite of the beef patty, he wiped his hands and couldn't help worrying: "What's the situation, Team Zhou never used to not answer the phone when he was supposed to go to work."

Police officer Xiao Lin came in from outside the office with a stack of materials, and said as he walked: "Every year after Valentine's Day, all police stations, sub-bureaus, and even the city bureau have to work for a while. People who kill people for passion are a mess."

He just made a casual remark, but he didn't expect to attract the attention of the whole office, and he almost stuttered in fright: "I... Did I say the wrong thing?"

Bai Xudong waved his hands: "No."

Everyone began to turn their attention to Rong Zhao again. Everyone knew a little about the ambiguous relationship between Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao, but no one dared to point it out.

At this moment, Bai Xudong's phone was connected.

"Hey."

A deep and hoarse voice came through the receiver, his throat seemed to be stuck with gravel, and it was difficult to pronounce every syllable.

Xiao Qian shouted next to him: "Captain Zhou, haven't you got up yet? You're going to be late. Qi Bureau has set up checkpoints downstairs."

Bai Xudong frowned, and said to the phone screen, "Did you drink last night?"

"Well~~, I'll be here soon."

The hoarse voice finished and hung up the phone.

Rong Zhao looked down at the water glass in front of him. The strawberry candy was lying on the bottom of the glass. After being washed by the warm water, the light pink color gradually opened up, but there was still no sweetness to be tasted, and even some bitterness.

Rong Zhao got up: "I'll go out for a while, I'll be right back."

Fan Yao also got up late today, put on six layers of eyeshadow and rushed to the city bureau, and almost bumped into Rong Zhao at the door of the office.

Fan Yao looked at Rong Zhao's bloodless face, and said with concern: "Brother Rong, why do you look so pale and feel unwell?"

"It's okay." After Rong Zhao finished speaking, he walked out of the office with his eyebrows downcast.

He doesn't have much time to grieve over the spring and autumn, remember his lost friendship, or love, he doesn't know, and can't tell the difference.

But these are not important anymore, the most important thing right now is to find out the remaining four of the seven people before he dies, plus a mastermind behind the scenes.

The body of the man he killed and buried in the middle of the mountain was found last night. Although Lin Hongze was stupid when he was in love, he has a very clear mind when investigating his case.

Sooner or later, they will find him based on the clues on the skeleton. Rong Zhao is a policeman, and he is very clear about the police's methods and methods of handling cases.

Rong Zhao pushed open the door of the forensic room, and saw Wu Hao sitting in front of the computer with dark circles and eating breakfast.

"What's the rush, don't rush, I've been busy with you all night, and Valentine's Day hasn't even passed." Wu Hao exploded as soon as he heard the door being pushed open, and started cursing without anyone looking.

He came downstairs to Rong Zhao's house last night with a bouquet of roses he made himself, and was called by the leader to appear on the scene without seeing anyone.

Wu Hao looked up and saw that it was Rong Zhao, who changed his face as if changing his face, and smiled gently: "Zhao Zhao."

After speaking, he pulled out a chair: "Come, sit."

Rong Zhao sat down and glanced at Wu Hao's computer screen. There was a lot of forensic test data on it, so densely packed that he couldn't see clearly at all.

He asked casually, "Are you busy?"

"No, I'm done." Wu Hao threw the uneaten pancakes into the trash can. This kind of food affected his image in front of his sweetheart too much. "Did you have a good time last night?"

Rong Zhao nodded: "It's okay, how about you?"

"It's not very good," Wu Hao complained, "I was dragged to the scene last night, and I was busy all night."

Rong Zhao continued to ask, "Is there a case?"

Wu Hao nodded: "A white bone, dead for a year."

Rong Zhao frowned: "One year?"

Generally, for corpses buried in the soil, after 2 to 3 years, the soft tissue will turn gray and muddy, and the ossification process will be completed.If the soil is dry, sometimes it takes 7-8 years to become ossified.

A year is not enough time to turn a corpse into bones.Six years have passed since he killed that man.

Rong Zhao continued: "How can a year turn into bones? Are you sure you only died for a year?"

Wu Hao took out an autopsy report from the folder on the table, and pointed to a bunch of values ​​on it: "The deceased has indeed been dead for a year, the ossification is not formed naturally, the flesh on his body was cut by a knife It came down. Strictly speaking, this can’t be called ossification, it’s called Ling Chi.”

After listening to Wu Hao's words, Rong Zhao looked at the identity of the deceased in the autopsy report, male, 26 years old.

The man he killed was a middle-aged man, over the age of 35.

Wu Hao's autopsy report will not be wrong, it can only show that the skeleton found in the middle of the mountain last night is not the one he killed.

Even so, Rong Zhao didn't think that his rejection of Zhou Ye was wrong. The truth would surface sooner or later.

Wu Hao sighed, and said a little unbearably: "The murderer chooses to kill the dead one by one, how much hatred must be. I have been a forensic doctor in the past few years, and I have never seen such cruelty."

"Ordinary people would be terrified of killing a person, but they can still be so calm that they can cut the body apart one by one. If the murderer is not too psychologically strong, he is a pervert."

Rong Zhao returned the autopsy report in his hand to Wu Hao: "Has the identity of the deceased been found?"

Wu Hao glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen: "The DNA test has come out, and we are preparing to compare it with the missing persons database. If all goes well, the results will be available before twelve noon today."

Rong Zhao got up: "Then you are busy, I'll go first."

Wu Hao stopped Rong Zhao: "Why did you come to see me, or did you just want to see me?"

Looking at Wu Hao's expectant eyes, Rong Zhao remembered his purpose of coming here, one was to inquire about news, and the other was to draw a clear line with Wu Hao.

Wu Hao smiled slightly: "Those paper roses, did you take a look at them?"

"No," Rong Zhao replied truthfully, "I came here to tell you, don't waste your time on me in the future."

He added, "I don't like men."

His voice was low, as if he lacked confidence.

Wu Hao is a forensic doctor who has studied a little psychology. He looked at Rong Zhao seriously: "You felt guilty when you said the last sentence."

Rong Zhao raised his eyes: "I'm not guilty."

Wu Hao looked at the slightly haggard face of the person in front of him: "You didn't sleep well last night."

Rong Zhao nodded, "That's right."

Wu Hao took out a bottle of calming medicine from the closet behind him and handed it to Rong Zhao: "There are no side effects, you can take one when you feel restless."

Rong Zhao didn't answer: "No thanks."

"You don't have to rush to draw a line with me," Wu Hao patted Rong Zhao's shoulder, and said sincerely, "You should know me better, I'm much better than bitch Zhou."

"By the way, Slut Zhou called me last night and asked me out for a drink. I was there at the time and ignored him. I couldn't get through when I called him later," Wu Hao continued, "Did he contact you?" ?”

Rong Zhao lifted Wu Hao's hand on his shoulder: "No."

Wu Hao was very happy, and put Zhou Ye's safety out of the blue: "So, it's great that you didn't spend Valentine's Day together."

"Would you like to go out to eat together at noon? There is a new grilled fish shop at the door, and delicious pearl milk tea."

Rong Zhao turned his face away, looked at the bouquet of roses on the table next to him, and touched his lips subconsciously.A gentle voice sounded from the depths of his mind, like whispering in his ear.

"You have to remember, this is a rose-scented kiss. If you see and smell anything about roses in the future, you will think of me."

This is the curse that Zhou Ye cast on him, and it is his punishment for him.

The spell came true, and from then on, he will always live in his heart, like a rose that blooms forever.

Rong Zhao got off the elevator, raised his eyes and saw the person walking in front of him, it was Zhou Ye.He lowered his head slightly, with one hand in his pocket, and walked slowly.

It was still the familiar clothes, white shirt, black trousers, and black standard leather shoes.

There were only the two of them in the entire corridor, one in front of the other, the distance between them was not long, but it was like a whole vast ocean, one couldn't retreat, and the other didn't dare to take a step forward.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Zhou Ye turned his head and glanced at Rong Zhao, and continued walking forward without saying anything.

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye's expression.

His beard was unshaven, his eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't speak. He didn't have the usual lively and cheerful look at all, and he would never call him Rongrong with a smile.

He was so...quiet, eerily quiet.

This feeling made Rong Zhao feel suffocated, as if he had personally killed him with a knife.

As soon as Zhou Ye walked into the office, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at him.

Fan Yao couldn't help but raised her hand: "Captain Zhou, are you okay?"

"Very good, Xiao Qian will help me write a review sooner or later," Zhou Ye continued as he walked to the small office inside, "Leave it to Bureau Qi later."

After speaking, he walked into the office and closed the door.

Cao Lulu was stopped by the guard Uncle Liu at the gate of the City Bureau: "Why are you again?"

Cao Lulu's dress today is very low-key, wearing a gray T, light blue jeans, a pair of white canvas shoes on her feet, no makeup, and a simple ponytail.

Her complexion was not very good, she looked like she hadn't slept all night, her voice was haggard and weak: "I want to find Team Zhou."

Uncle Liu asked, "Did you tell me in advance?"

Cao Lulu shook her head slightly: "No."

Zhou Ye stood at the window of the office, smoking one cigarette after another. The hangover made him dizzy. When thinking about problems, his mind seemed to be covered with a layer of paste, so he had to smoke to refresh himself.

Seeing Cao Lulu, Zhou Ye took out his mobile phone and called the guard room to let Cao Lulu in.

Zhou Ye put out the cigarette butt and came out of the office. When he passed by Rong Zhao, there was a strong smell of smoke.

Rong Zhao frowned slightly.

Zhou Ye brought Cao Lulu to the window in the corridor: "I have read the case of your ex-boyfriend, because it is an old case of ordinary nature, and you need to go through procedures to be transferred to the Municipal Bureau. I guess it will be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. If it goes well, it will be transferred."

Cao Lulu should have been happy, but her expression was not good at this time, as if she was about to cry: "I dreamed about him last night, he is not well."

Zhou Ye didn't know what to say. Cao Lulu was an adult, so she should know very well that her boyfriend was probably no longer alive.

At this moment, Cao Lulu's cell phone rang. She looked down and saw a series of unfamiliar numbers.

Zhou Ye could see clearly that it was the office phone number of Lin Hongze's team in the second criminal investigation team of the Municipal Bureau: "Press the speakerphone."