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Before leaving get off work, Rong Zhao was packing his things while recalling how Zhou Ye and Su Jiaze sat and chatted together in the afternoon.

He regretted that he shouldn't have left the dessert shop, because he didn't fully trust Su Jiaze, and he was afraid that Su Jiaze would tell Zhou Ye his real identity.

Even if Su Jiaze didn't intend to tell Zhou Ye, what if he slipped up by accident.

Zhou Ye is very vigilant and has a strong ability to see details. It's hard to say that he won't infer from the clues in Su Jiaze's words.

Su Jiaze is just an ordinary person, Zhou Ye is different, he is a policeman, and the bureau happened to be handling the case of the Guan family, if Zhou Ye knew his identity, he would be breaking the law if he chose to hide it for him, if he chose to expose him...

Before that, Rong Zhao never thought that Zhou Ye would expose him, because they had a good relationship before and almost became lovers.He only thought about how to not implicate Zhou Ye.

It was different now, there was unhappiness between them.

Rong Zhao must ensure that Zhou Ye is fully aware of his true identity.If Zhou Ye has doubts and insights, he must prepare in advance to keep him silent, at least not to expose him before all the cases of the Guan family are solved.

Rong Zhao once thought about what he would do if someone knew his real identity and planned to publicize it.It is impossible for him to kill someone to silence him. Even though he has killed someone, that person deserves to be killed.

He will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. He will choose to tie up this person and hide him. When all his enemies are dead or captured, he will release that person.

Rong Zhao picked up Su Jiaze's business card in the drawer, went to a place where no one was around, and dialed.

Hearing Rong Zhao's voice, Su Jiaze was pleasantly surprised and surprised: "Rong Zhao."

Rong Zhao got straight to the point: "After I left the dessert shop, what did you talk to Zhou Ye about?"

Su Jiaze understood Rong Zhao's meaning: "Don't worry, I didn't tell him anything, and I won't tell anyone. This is a secret between us."

Rong Zhao leaned against the handrail of the stairs, his expression not relaxed at all: "Don't tell anyone about me."

"Who are you secretly calling?" Rong Zhao hung up the phone, and suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him, which he recognized as Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye's complexion didn't look very good, and his voice was very deep: "Su Jiaze?"

Rong Zhao put the phone in his pocket: "It's none of your business."

Zhou Ye stood in front of Rong Zhao, blocking his way, and frowned: "Is there any secret between you and him?"

Rong Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ye: "You should have it." After speaking, he walked past Zhou Ye.

"You kiss him or me." Zhou Ye turned his head and looked at Rong Zhao's back, thinking that as long as he said that he was closer to him than Su Jiaze, he wouldn't need to handcuff him.

Rong Zhao's wrists are too thin, and his skin is so white that even a little strangle marks will be obvious, and the handcuffs are made of cold and hard steel. He was afraid that he would not be able to bear the pain.

Rong Zhao stopped, turned around and looked at Zhou Ye: "When did you become so childish?"

Zhou Ye stepped forward, his gaze firmly pressed against Rong Zhao: "You just say, whom to kiss."

Rong Zhao took two steps back, trying to keep himself away from Zhou Ye: "I have nothing else to do, so I'll leave first."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao: "I know everything he knows." His competitive spirit did not allow him to lose to Su Jiaze in any aspect.

When Rong Zhao heard Zhou Ye's words, he paused slightly. He wanted to ask him carefully, what and how much he knew.

But this is the Municipal Bureau, so many things cannot be said here.

Zhou Ye closed the door of the safe passage, leaving even a crack in the door.

Rong Zhao turned around and was about to run away from the stairs, but Zhou Ye grabbed him and pressed him against the wall. He asked relentlessly, "Say, are you kissing him or me."

Rong Zhao's wrist was controlled by Zhou Ye, and his body was also pressed by him. He struggled but couldn't break free, and said anxiously and angrily, "Let go."

Zhou Ye pressed forward again, and said in a low voice, "I'll kiss you if I don't say anything, until you respond."

Looking at Zhou Ye's lips that were getting closer, Rong Zhao cursed with a blushing face, "Get lost."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao's flushed cheeks, rubbed his lips against his lips, and scratched him like a feather, "Do you like me to be gentler or a beast."

Rong Zhao: "Bastard!"

Zhou Ye: "So you like to be rough, I understand."

Rong Zhao: "..." He was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

Zhou Ye didn't make it too difficult for Rong Zhao, he let him go from the wall, licked his back molars with the tip of his tongue, his eyes were deep, like a beast sizing up its prey.

Rong Zhao's scalp was numb from Zhou Ye's stare, he glared at him, turned sideways and walked away.

Originally, he wanted to talk to Zhou Ye properly, but found that this person couldn't speak well at all, and he had to use his hands and mouths every now and then.

Rong Zhao returned to the office, picked up the backpack on the table, took out a rope from the utility room and stuffed it into the bag, planning to use this rope to tie Zhou Ye up.

In this way, when talking to him again, Zhou Ye would not have the chance to touch him and tease him.

Rong Zhao came out of the office with a backpack on his back, and was going to hide at the gate of the Municipal Bureau. When Zhou Ye came out, he followed him to a place where no one was around, and tied him up for questioning.

Zhou Ye was standing by the window of the office on the third floor, holding a shiny handcuff in his hand. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected orange light on the handcuff.

He was smoking a cigarette while dangling a handcuff in the other hand.

Zhou Ye saw Rong Zhao come out of the City Bureau building, put out the cigarette butt, put the handcuffs in his pocket, turned and walked out of the office.

Walking out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau, Zhou Ye turned his head and looked at the place where Rong Zhao disappeared just now. This road leads to the subway station, and it is also the road that Rong Zhao often walks.

The road was a bit long, and it only took him 20 seconds to run from the office, so there was no reason why Rong Zhao could not be seen.

Unless he turned to another road, or took Su Jiaze's car.

As Zhou Ye walked towards the subway station, he thought in his heart that no matter where Rong Zhao went, he would always come home. He planned to go to his house and wait for him. As soon as he came home, he would handcuff him.

Rong Zhao was hiding behind a wall at this time, he secretly followed behind Zhou Ye, waiting for an opportunity to tie him up, and let him go after asking.

There were too many people around the entrance of the Municipal Bureau, so it was inconvenient to start. He followed to the subway station and watched Zhou Ye get on the subway.

It was even more difficult to do it on the subway, so he had no choice but to hide in the crowd, and followed Zhou Ye down from the subway station on Shilian Road.

Guessing that he came to look for him, this is also good, just to block him in the room, so as not to do something outside and attract the attention of others.

Sister Zhang was making dinner, and while washing the vegetables, she talked loudly to her husband: "You didn't just put the garlic in yesterday, why did you want to eat it today, forget it if you are so hungry."

Sister Zhang’s husband squatted by the kitchen door, opened the plastic wrap on the bottle, sniffed it, then turned his head and said, “I just want to see how the marinade is doing, taste it, do you need to add some sugar and some vinegar?” .”

After finishing speaking, cover the plastic wrap, compact it with a cutting board, and tilt your head to look at the bottle of pickled sugar and garlic: "Don't tell me, this flower pot is quite useful, Xiaorong, do you still have it? If so You buy one from him, and I want to pickle another jar and send it to my mother."

"I think about your mother for every good thing, and I don't see you thinking about me," Sister Zhang complained, holding a kitchen knife and cutting potato shreds on the cutting board, "The last piece of chocolate I bought in the refrigerator is If you stole it, you can't keep it for me, eat, eat, eat, you will know how to eat."

Sister Zhang's husband is already used to Sister Zhang's scolding, he pretended not to hear, and focused all his attention on the flower pot: "You don't ask me, what time does Xiaorong usually get off work?"

Sister Zhang estimated the time: "If you don't work overtime, you will be back around this time."

Sister Zhang moved the bottle to the back of the kitchen door, put it together with several other black pottery jars for pickling pickles, walked to the sink and washed her hands: "How much is a bottle?"

"Twenty," Sister Zhang poured oil into the pot, pinched the green onions and put them in the oil, "Oh no, Guihua said fifteen, twenty is my price, and you can give twenty later."

While cooking, Sister Zhang saw Zhou Ye coming from the alley through the open window, turned her head and chatted with her husband: "I told Xiao Rong that day that husband and wife quarrel, fight at the head of the bed and make peace at the end of the bed, so he should not go ahead. I sold the things, now it’s better, and I have to buy all kinds of toiletries again, isn’t it a waste of money.”

"Mr. Zhou--" Zhou Ye heard Sister Zhang calling his name in the kitchen. He used to be a little annoyed by Sister Zhang's loud voice. It was so loud that it hurt people's ears. He was also very good at nagging. He hadn't heard it for several days. , it sounds very kind at first glance.

Zhou Ye waved at Sister Zhang as a greeting.

Sister Zhang turned sideways while cooking, and said to Zhou Ye outside the window, "Xiao Rong hasn't come back yet."

Zhou Ye wanted to ask, but Sister Zhang took the initiative to save him from asking.

Sister Zhang finished cooking, wiped her hands on her apron, walked out of the door, and pulled Zhou Ye aside: "Did you quarrel with Xiao Rong a few days ago?"

Zhou Ye nodded, "That's right."

"At that moment, you have to coax him well," Sister Zhang continued, "Xiao Rong is really angry this time, and sold the bed in your room."

Zhou Ye had already seen this with his own eyes.

Sister Zhang: "I didn't keep any of your things, and sold them all. You must be very angry."

Zhou Ye put the blue-and-white elephant-ear vase he was going to give to Rong Zhao under the bed and never mentioned it, hoping that Rong Zhao would discover it himself, and it would be a small surprise.

Originally it belonged to his family, he could recognize it just by looking at it, and he would definitely keep it well.It should not be sold together with those bits and pieces.

Zhou Ye took a breath, suddenly felt a little cold in his hands and feet, left Sister Zhang and ran upstairs.

Rong Zhao followed Zhou Ye all the time, saw him chatting with Sister Zhang, ran away suddenly, and quickly chased after him, blocking Zhou Ye in the corridor on the second floor.

Zhou Ye turned around and saw Rong Zhao, and frowned: "You sold all the things I left?"

Rong Zhao thought that Zhou Ye was asking the teacher for a crime, so his tone was naturally not good: "Those things of yours are mine in the first place, so what I want to do with them is my business."

Zhou Ye walked towards Rong Zhao, approached him and asked, "Have you left any?" He touched the handcuffs in his pocket, felt the cold touch with his fingers, rubbed them lightly, and was about to take them out to handcuff people .

Seeing Zhou Ye sticking close to him again, Rong Zhao felt as if he was about to touch him again as soon as his breath approached.

Rong Zhao acted first, quickly grabbed Zhou Ye's wrist, pressed him against the wall with his backhand, took out the rope prepared in advance, and tied Zhou Ye behind his back.

Rong Zhao moved his hands when Zhou Ye was unprepared, and the movements were too fast, simple and rude, and did not give anyone any time to resist.

It's not that Zhou Ye couldn't resist, when Rong Zhao grabbed his wrist, he had a chance to take out the handcuffs and handcuff him.

Zhou Ye was just curious, he wanted to see what this man was up to who sold the Valentine's Day gift he gave him, ate couple cakes with other men, and smiled at other men.

The young couple living next door came back from get off work and looked at Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye. The girl blushed and lowered her head.

The boy probably read too few novels and lacked some unknown mysteries. Seeing Zhou Ye being tied up with a rope, he looked at Rong Zhao vigilantly, like looking at a robber.

As long as Zhou Ye showed that he wanted to ask for help, the boy decided to go all out and fight Rong Zhao, buying time for the girl to call the police.

The girl noticed her boyfriend's stiffness, quickly took his hand, and whispered: "Let's go, don't look."

The boy walked slowly, still waiting for Zhou Ye to send out a distress signal.The girl knew what her boyfriend had misunderstood, so she leaned into his ear and said, "That's for fun."

The boy was not convinced, but the girl said again: "Look at that rope, it is tied with a bow."

After speaking, he smiled ambiguously: "Understood?" If it is really kidnapping, there is no kidnapper who kidnaps people and tie them into bows.

The boy turned his head and glanced at Zhou Ye's wrist. There was indeed a bow tied on it, and the bow was tied very beautifully.

The boy was suddenly opened up to both Ren and Du, and he understood everything he should know and what he shouldn't know.

After Zhou Ye heard the girl's words, he turned his head and looked at the wrist behind him, and he saw a bow tie.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice became hoarse: "How do you know I like this."

If it wasn't for the girl, Rong Zhao would never have noticed that he tied Zhou Ye with a bow at all.

Knowing that Zhou Ye likes bows, he tied a bow.There's a little bit of nowhere to go from this kind of mindless behavior.

Rong Zhao quickly adjusted his emotions, he told himself, what if he tied a bow tie, he was tying up people, to put it seriously, it was called kidnapping.

Zhou Ye smiled ambiguously, and deliberately dragged his tone and said: "I don't know whether to say that the police officer is innocent or not."

Rong Zhao has seen many cases about SM, and it seems that they are like this. He didn't think about it before, but when Zhou Ye said it, his cheeks turned red.

Zhou Ye's smile is beautiful, especially those peach blossom eyes, like fine wine made from peach blossoms, just looking at it is intoxicating.

Rong Zhao didn't expect to tie Zhou Ye's hands and face the temptation of those eyes, so he turned his head and said viciously, "I'm kidnapping you, don't make a sound unless I ask you."

Only then did Zhou Ye realize that he had been kidnapped, and he cooperated very well without saying a word, because his mind was too busy and he was only thinking about the bow on his wrist.

Rong Zhao opened the door, pushed Zhou Ye in, locked the door with his backhand, and said straight to the point, "I'll just ask you a question, and I'll let you go after I'm done."

Zhou Ye looked around the room and found that nothing that belonged to him was left, and everything was emptied, even the chair he sat on was gone, and everything was empty.

Zhou Ye turned to look at Rong Zhao, his voice was deep and cold, "Your heart is made of iron."

He seemed unwilling to give up, and went to the kitchen to check again, and his bowls and chopsticks were gone.

He went to the bathroom again. Not only was the toothbrush, cup and towel gone, even his favorite rose-flavored shower gel and shampoo were replaced with a cold mint flavor.

Zhou Ye came out of the bathroom, walked up to Rong Zhao, and sniffed his neck and ears with the tip of his nose. His face was no longer his favorite scent of roses.

As soon as Zhou Ye's breath approached, Rong Zhao couldn't help but back away.

His breath was too dangerous a factor for him, too addictive, and it was hard not to be emotional when those lips were kissing him.

"Don't move around," Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye and said in a deep voice, "Otherwise, don't blame me for tying you to..."

Rong Zhao turned his head to look, his room was too simple, the only place where someone could be tied up was the head of the bed.

A place like the bed is too sensitive, and it's not suitable for him and him at this time.

Zhou Ye was so annoyed by the emptiness of the room that he couldn't listen to Rong Zhao's words, so he took two steps forward and asked forcefully, "Do you really think I'm disgusting, so disgusting that you can't even look at the things I've used?" It's uncomfortable, and I still want someone else to move in."

Rong Zhao didn't want to hear Zhou Ye say such things, he suppressed the great sadness that was surging in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "You can think whatever you like, anyway, we won't have much interaction in the future."

There was too much reconciliation in Zhou Ye's eyes: "Or, you did something irreversible and didn't want to hurt me."

Rong Zhao turned his head away from looking at him: "No."

"I just want to ask, how much do you know about me, do you know as much as Su Jiaze?"

"What is he, let you compare me with him," Zhou Ye swallowed the gloom in his throat, looked into Rong Zhao's eyes and continued, "Has he ever hugged you, kissed you? Did he make you hard?"

"Shut up, don't look at my pants," Rong Zhao was stared back and forth by Zhou Ye's gaze, and he preferred to stare at his pants, "What's wrong with you."

"You just need to answer my question, how much do you know about me." Do you know my name, do you know that I have killed people, do you know the crimes I have committed.

At this moment, there was a "bang bang bang" knock on the door, and the voice of Sister Zhang's husband came from outside the door, "Are you there, Xiao Rong."

Rong Zhao took Zhou Ye to the bathroom, covered his mouth with a towel, closed the door of the bathroom, walked to the door and opened it.

Sister Zhang's husband saw that Rong Zhao's face was not good, and knew that this person usually has a bad temper. The three children in his family were a little afraid of him, and asked in a low voice: "Do you still have the flower pot from last time, pickled sugar and garlic?" It's very suitable, I want to buy another one, and I'll give you 20 yuan."

20 yuan, far more than the market price, very sincere.

Rong Zhao looked at Sister Zhang's husband suspiciously, and frowned slightly: "What flower pot?"

"Last time my wife helped you sell second-hand goods. I found the blue one under your bed." Sister Zhang's husband thought that Rong Zhao was gone, or he didn't want to sell it. "You can tell me where you bought it. I'll go buy it myself."

Rong Zhao thought about it for a while. Sister Zhang's husband should be talking about the bed under the bed that Zhou Ye used to sleep in. He didn't have that kind of flower pot for pickling sugar and garlic under his bed.

When did Zhou Ye buy that weird thing?

Rong Zhao was still kidnapping others and didn't want to take care of any flower pots, but Sister Zhang's husband said, "I want to buy it for the grandma of the child."

Rong Zhao couldn't refuse someone's love for his family: "Wait a minute, I'll ask."

Rong Zhao turned around and went back to the bathroom, opened the door and went in, looking at Zhou Ye who was sitting on the toilet with his hands tied and gagged, flushed with anger, "Where did you buy your flower pot?"

After finishing speaking, he took off the towel from Zhou Ye's mouth and waited for his reply.

Zhou Ye was baffled: "What kind of flower pot?"

Rong Zhao: "It's for pickling pickles."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao puzzled: "You want to eat pickled vegetables, but I won't."

At the end, I added another sentence: "But I can learn."

Rong Zhao repeated what Sister Zhang's husband said verbatim: "I found it under your bed, 20 yuan each, used to pickle pickles, blue, flower pots."

Zhou Ye's expression can be described as being split by lightning, his face turned pale and blue, he didn't know what to say for the poor blue and white elephant ear bottle he bought with 700 million: "Go yourself Look at Sister Zhang's house."

Unhappy, he repeated the adjective Rong Zhao said just now: "20 yuan each, used for pickling pickles, blue, flower pot, you can go and see for yourself."

He thought that when Rong Zhao saw the blue and white elephant ear bottle, he put it away carefully and locked it with his precious red dress.

"I'm too busy to go and have a look," Rong Zhao was not interested in a jar of pickled vegetables, "If you want to tell me where you bought it, don't tell me if you don't, I'll just tell Sister Zhang's husband."

As for your expression, your face is blue and white, and you speak with a strange tone.

Zhou Ye called out to Rong Zhao loudly, "Go!"

Rong Zhao seemed to be competing with Zhou Ye: "I won't go."

Zhou Ye gritted his teeth: "Then let me go, and I'll bring it back to you."

Rong Zhao glanced at him: "Let you go, what if you run away, you made up your mind to run away, so you're making an excuse."

Zhou Ye didn't know whether to feel sorry for his blue and white elephant ear vase, or to be angry with Sister Zhang and her husband, anyway, he dared not have the slightest opinion on Rong Zhao.

Sister Zhang's husband had been waiting for a long time, and shouted outside: "Xiao Rong?"

Zhou Ye had no choice but to say to Rong Zhao: "I don't know what flower pot you are talking about, you go down with Sister Zhang and husband, take a photo for me to see, I will know what kind of flower pot it is, and I can tell you it is Where did you buy it?"

Rong Zhao felt that Zhou Ye's idea was good, so he locked the bathroom door, picked up his mobile phone and went downstairs with Sister Zhang and her husband.

Sister Zhang's husband walked in front, Rong Zhao followed behind, he took out his phone and checked the time, it was already 07:30.

Just as he was about to put his phone back, the app pushed a news item.

"Many pieces of stolen antiques from German collectors have not yet been recovered."

Rong Zhao usually paid close attention to this kind of news, especially when he was investigating Feng Mingchen's case, he saw that his father's favorite blue and white elephant ear bottle in his study was bought by a German.

The news said a few days ago that the collector's collection room was stolen, and several antiques were lost, which added up to a priceless value.

Rong Zhao didn't want the blue and white elephant ear bottle to be stolen, if it was stolen, there would be no news from it in the future.

It would be better to keep it in the hands of the German collector. One day he has saved enough money, and it is impossible to buy it back. At most, he can save a plane ticket and fly there, begging someone to show him and touch it.

Rong Zhao clicked on the news while going down the stairs, and there was a photo of a reporter interviewing a collector in the middle, and the background was the stolen collection room.

Rong Zhao zoomed in on the photo, and scanned the shelf behind the collector over and over again.I didn't see the blue and white elephant ear bottle.

Rong Zhao's heart sank, the elephant ear bottle was probably stolen, even if he saved enough money for air tickets to fly to Germany in the future, he would not be able to take a look.

Sister Zhang's husband led Rong Zhao into his house, and said, "The mouth of that flower pot is a bit small, but small has its advantages. It's stuffy and airtight. The pickled garlic tastes good."

Rong Zhao's mind was full of the blue-and-white elephant-ear vase that he never saw above, so he hummed casually: "Where is it, I'll take a picture."

Sister Zhang's husband brought Rong Zhao to the door of the kitchen, pointed behind the door: "It's just the flowery one, is it easy to shoot, if it's not good, I'll move it out for you."

Rong Zhao looked inside the door, almost thinking that he was delusional, he narrowed his eyes slightly to make sure he was awake, and looked over again.

The blue and white elephant ear vase stood among a pile of black and brown rough pottery jars, looking slender and weak, as if it could fall over when the wind blows.

Sister Zhang's husband is still talking: "After a few days, the sugar and garlic in it will be marinated. I'll send you some. It's sour and sweet. It's delicious."

Rong Zhao couldn't hear what Sister Zhang's husband was saying, and his ears were full of the past. Dad wiped the bottle with a piece of white cotton cherishedly, and taught him: "You have already broken one, this one can't be done again. Broken. Little bastard, break it again for me, and wring your head off."

Rong Zhao's eyes were full of mist, his vision was so blurred that he couldn't see anything clearly, and he murmured in a low voice, "This can't be broken any more."