Red Dust Tune: Cherry Falling King's Heart

After another cloud*rain, Qing Ying was lying on Zhong Wanjun's chest, panting slightly, while Zhong Wanjun was playing with Qing Ying's hair.Ever since the night between the two of them, Zhong Wanjun pretended to be stupid and moved into Qingying's room—in fact, he originally wanted Qingying to move into his own room, but considering Qingying's thin skin, Perhaps unwilling, Zhong Wanjun simply took the initiative.

"Qing Ying..."

"Ok?"

"When are you on vacation? Let's go back to China. I want to meet your parents formally." Zhong Wanjun twisted Qing Ying's hair into a circle with his fingers, then let it go, and then circled it again, as if he never tired of it.

"Meet my godfather and godmother? Why is it so sudden?" Qingying asked.

Zhong Wanjun raised his eyebrows: "Shouldn't we ask the opinions of both parents when it comes to marriage?"

Qing Ying laughed: "So it's this."

Hearing Qing Ying's tone, Zhong Wanjun looked nonchalant, and felt a little anxious: "Hey, don't you go back on your word?"

Qing Ying was about to say "no", but when she rolled her eyes, she wanted to play tricks on Zhong Wanjun: "Why do I have to marry you?"

"You won't marry me? If you don't marry me, who are you going to marry?" Zhong Wanjun sat up in a hurry.

Qing Ying adjusted her posture, lay comfortably in Zhong Wanjun's arms, and said, "Why should I marry you? Besides you are a little more handsome, richer, and more powerful... you Say, what are your strengths?"

Zhong Wanjun realized now that Qing Ying was teasing himself, so he followed Qing Ying's words: "Well... I have a greater sense of responsibility and responsibility."

"Responsible?" Qingying didn't understand this word, didn't it mean the same thing as responsibility?

Zhong Wanjun smiled: "I occupy your body, so of course I have to be responsible for you!"

"Fuck you." Qing Ying blushed as expected.She said, "But I still don't marry because I haven't heard what I want to hear."

"What do you want to hear?" Zhong Wanjun pretended to be puzzled, "I can't think of it, so what should I do? You have to marry."

Qing Ying raised her face mischievously: "I don't want to marry, what will happen to you?"

"Me?" Zhong Wanjun had a smirk on the corner of his mouth, "I will... force a marriage!" As soon as Zhong Wanjun finished speaking, he pulled and pushed Qingying, and pressed her directly under him.

"Well...you...you rascal...big rascal..."

Zhong Wanjun neatly sealed that chattering little mouth with a kiss.

I know the sentence you want to hear—a little bit more affectionate.

§

Last night, a man who was out of control after being raped by a certain man tossed twice on the bed, and came again in the bathroom. Qing Ying was already drowsy when she was in class today.After finally getting out of class, Qing Ying immediately packed her things and prepared to leave.There are few classes today, so she has to go home quickly to catch up on sleep.Really, why is she so sleepy, that man wakes up refreshed in the morning?Qingying complained, and decided to only feed a certain man vegetables tonight.

"Renee." Just as she was about to leave the classroom, a classmate from the photography club stopped her.Qing Ying signed up for a club in college, which was a photography club.

"Yes?"

"Renee, our club is going to hold a photography exhibition. The theme is "The London We Live in". The photographers in charge of us will allocate the time period and area for the shooting. You can see which one you want to choose." The club students handed over some cards.

Qing Ying thought of someone's energy that was different from ordinary people every time at night, and she had an idea, and said to her classmates: "Is there any night time? I want to take night time pictures."

The classmate smiled and said, "It's great that you volunteered to take pictures at night. Several members of the club don't want to take pictures at night because they want to live their own night life or sleep. Renee, you are really a good person."

Qing Ying took a few cards and smiled guiltyly. In fact, she just wanted to avoid someone's out-of-control demands every night, but then again... Qing Ying remembered one thing, Wan Jun is so smart , Will he guess his true intention?If he found out... Uh, Qingying shuddered, she might not be able to get out of bed for several days.

Qingying wandered too far away, completely oblivious to the fact that the student from the club had hurriedly left to assign tasks to others.When Qingying came back to her senses, there was nothing in front of her.Qing Ying secretly felt ashamed that she was distracted, but her steps were relaxed, and she walked towards the outside of the campus.

Walking on the green brick floor, looking at the busy streets of London, Qing Ying couldn't help but feel as if she had passed away, recalling that it was more than a year ago when she had the courage to confess her love to Zhong Wanjun.At that time, I thought that I could only bitterly bless him and Lei Ting in the future, but I never imagined that now she and Wan Jun can also talk about marriage, living a life of two nights and two flights in this city of London.Thinking of this, Qing Ying felt even sweeter in her heart, she couldn't help but took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to Zhong Wanjun: "What do you want to eat tonight, I'll make it."

After the WeChat message was sent, there was a reply soon: "Whatever, you decide."

Qingying smiled, put away the phone, and knew that was the answer.But I was complaining in my heart that "casual" is the most difficult dish to cook, but the feeling of happiness of "the man dominates the outside and the woman dominates the inside" is still lingering.As she walked home, she was thinking about the dishes for the evening.Well, for the meat dishes, let’s have braised lion’s head and sweet and sour fish; add some vegetarian dishes, such as fried eggplant in sauce and stir-fried cabbage are good, Wanjun also likes to eat; lastly, let’s make some chicken soup, Wanjun works hard in the police station, The chickens at home are raised by the farm under the Holmes family. They are all fed with rice grains. They are authentic local chickens. The chicken soup made from such chickens is nutritious and nourishing for Wanjun, but it must be boiled in advance. The layer of oil on the top of the soup should be warmed up, otherwise Wanjun will definitely not want to touch it when he sees that it is oily.

After returning home, Qing Ying did her homework first, and then prepared all kinds of ingredients, just waiting for it to be cooked later, and then Qing Ying went to bed to catch up on sleep, but considering that she was going to make soup today, Qing Ying put The phone alarm was set a little early.

§

As a police officer, you never know when a case will come. Just as Zhong Wanjun was packing up and getting ready to leave work, Lestrade knocked on the door of his office: "Sam, urgent meeting, we may have a big case gone."

Lestrade's serious expression surprised Zhong Wanjun: "What case?"

Lestrade frowned, as if he was thinking of some adjectives to describe it. Finally, he said, "It's about a hundred years ago, and it's going to happen again."

"Hundred years ago?" Zhong Wanjun heard Lestrade's description, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

§

Qing Ying was sitting at the dining table, one second she was anxiously waiting for Zhong Wanjun to come back for dinner, she was still worried about why he didn't come back so late, she was still deciding whether to send a WeChat to ask, the next In seconds, Zhong Wanjun's text message of apology came back: "Sorry, I ran into an emergency meeting, and I forgot to tell you that I won't be back for dinner tonight. I don't know when I will be working overtime. Go to bed first, sweet dreams."

Qingying put away her phone in dismay, and suddenly lost her appetite when faced with a table of dishes.This kind of situation is not once or twice, Qingying knows the special nature of Zhong Wanjun's work, of course she understands him, but without Zhong Wanjun's company, she really has no appetite to eat.After eating a little hastily, Qingying covered the rest of the meal with a plate and put it in the refrigerator, thinking that Zhong Wanjun could eat it hot when he came back, and then went out after taking his camera, wallet and mobile phone I'm going to shoot the night scene of London.

"Bai...jiao... hall..." Qingying looked at the cards in her hand, and checked the map, and found that this place was the farthest from home, so she decided to finish taking pictures of this place first.Thinking that it was still early anyway, Qing Ying took the bus and arrived at the destination after an hour.

Whitechapel (Whitechapel) is an area in the Tower Village area of ​​London's East End, located 3.4 miles east of Charing Cross, roughly west to Bishop's Gate, north to Fashion Street, east to Brady Street and Cavell Street, and south to The Highway. It's not big, and it's not a small place.Holding the camera, Qing Ying shuttled through the crowd, took a lot of pictures, then sat on the bench by the street, deleted and selected, deleted all the unsatisfactory pictures, and then went to retake them, playing while taking pictures , after all, Qingying was young, seeing that she hadn't had a good time here yet, she also became interested in playing here, she came and went again and again, and it was twelve o'clock.Qingying rubbed her legs that were sore from walking, seeing that there was almost no one on the street, she also had the intention of going back.

Turning on the phone, seeing that there was no news from Zhong Wanjun, and then looking at the current time, Qingying guessed that Zhong Wanjun hadn't come home yet, and she didn't realize that she was not there, otherwise she would have come looking for someone a long time ago.

Just as she was about to take the bus, Qing Ying looked at the empty street and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Since she was going to take pictures of London at night, why not take pictures of London in the dead of night?The nightlife in London is certainly bustling, but isn't the tranquility after the bustling also unique?

After making up her mind, Qing Ying took the bus to sit in a cafe in a slightly bustling area, and did not return to the Whitechapel area until two o'clock in the morning.At this time, there was basically no one on the street, and occasionally one or two pedestrians passed by in a hurry.The quiet street, the dim street lights, and the moths yearning for the light made Qing Ying feel very artistic, very similar to those background pictures on the Internet, so Qing Ying completely forgot that she was walking alone as a girl at this moment What an unwise thing to do in solitary places!

It wasn't until she came to a section of the dark road that Qing Ying felt a little scared.After a closer look, it turned out that the street lamp was broken by someone, no wonder it was so dark.Qing Ying gritted her teeth, and decided to write a letter to complain, there is no street light, it is simply too unsafe!

After hesitating for a while, Qingying thought that she had supernatural powers, so she didn't bother to go back now. She didn't pay much attention to it after running such a long distance to take the rest of the photos, and continued to move forward with her camera held up.However, she raised the ability to [-] points, just in case... In a year, the ability has only improved by [-] points.

The road was dark at night, so Qingying had to turn on the flash, but seeing that the photos taken under the effect of the flash were pale and weird, Qingying was a little scared, and finally turned off the flash, and wanted to try it out and take a picture like this Effect.

After taking a few shots, Qingying turned on the continuous shooting effect again.She looked down at the picture in the camera, completely oblivious to the oncoming person in the darkness ahead.The man walked in a hurry, and was in the darkness, he didn't notice Qing Ying, and the two bumped into each other.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Qingying hurriedly apologized.The man was wearing a black coat and a hat with the brim pulled down low, exuding a cold feeling all over his body.His gaze skipped over the camera in Qingying's hand, his eyes moved, and his hand in his pocket seemed to be picking something.

Qing Ying sensed something was wrong, she stared at the person in front of her, her heart guarded.

Just at this time, Qing Ying's cell phone rang, and the person saw this, immediately gave up his original idea, and walked away.Qing Ying was puzzled, but after the person walked away, she took out her mobile phone to check carefully, it turned out to be Zhou Jingxin's text message, but the content was blank, Qing Ying was puzzled.But not long after, another text message from Zhou Jingxin came over, which solved Qingying's doubts: "Just now NeiNei was playing with my phone and sent a text message by mistake, sorry."

Qing Ying put the phone back into her pocket, continued to walk forward with the camera in her hand, but she was thinking about the man in black just now, why did she feel a little strange?

Passing through the entrance of an alley, Qingying suddenly smelled a lot of blood.She was vigilant in her heart, soared her ability to the highest level, and after carefully checking the surrounding environment, she walked lightly into the alley.The smell of blood is so strong, something must have happened. If she chooses to run away now or call the police, and then go in after the police arrive, maybe a life waiting to be saved may be lost because of her hesitation—yes, human life , She had already vaguely guessed something in her heart.

Qingying didn't use the mobile phone to illuminate, because if there are enemies hiding in the dark, the mobile phone's lighting will reveal her position, so that she can be attacked accurately, which is what Zhong Wanjun taught her.

The further you walked into the alley, the stronger the smell of blood.Qingying didn't dare to vent her anger, she moved in small steps to avoid stepping on anything.But when she stepped on some standing water on the ground, she suddenly felt weak in her legs.

Qing Ying tried her best to support her body, took out the phone and illuminated it.Under the faint light of the mobile phone, a thick red liquid was flowing on the ground, and I followed the direction of the liquid to find——

"Ah—" A shrill scream pierced the sky above the Whitechapel area.

§

Zhong Wanjun rushed to the police station in Baichapel District, and when he saw Qing Ying, Qing Ying was sitting in the interrogation room with her arms folded and her body trembling.

"Wanjun!" Seeing Zhong Wanjun coming in, Qing Ying rushed up to hug Zhong Wanjun, crying loudly like a drowning person seeing a life-saving straw.

Zhong Wanjun couldn't think of blaming her for walking alone at night, and now his heart is full of distress, his Qingying must be terrified.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here." Zhong Wanjun ignored the surprised eyes of the two policemen from the Whitechapel district in the inquiry room, hugged Qingying, and comforted him softly.

Lestrade, who was following Zhong Wanjun, bypassed the two of them, came to the two *police* of Whitechapel district, and said, "OK, let me make a long story short. The witness is DISam Holmes' girlfriend, so, trust me, the recorded It would be more suitable to hand over the work to Mr. Holmes." On the way here, Zhong Wanjun had revealed Qingying's identity to Lestrade, and asked Lestrade to help deal with the policemen in the Whitechapel district.

The two Whitechapel *police officers looked at each other and nodded in agreement.The eyewitness, who had been agitated, refused to take notes and demanded to see Inspector Sam Holmes of London Police Service CID.After they notified the London Police Department, they got news at the same time that the case was officially handed over to the CID of the London Police Department.

Zhong Wanjun comforted Qingying carefully: "Don't be afraid, it's okay...it's okay, I'm here..." He stroked Qingying's hair over and over again, trying to calm her down.

Qing Ying's backlog of fear finally vented in Zhong Wanjun's arms after crying happily, she sat down sobbing, the two police officers from the Whitechapel district had already left, Zhong Wanjun and Lestrade sat opposite Qing Ying down.

"Wanjun, I want to go home..." Qing Ying said to Zhong Wanjun.

Zhong Wanjun looked at Qingying's red eyes, knowing that she was really scared tonight, he was very distressed, and impulsively wanted to take Qingying home immediately, stay by her side, and comfort her well.But when he thought of this case, he had to hold back.

Zhong Wanjun said, "We'll go home after the recording is finished. Don't worry, I'll be here with you."

Both of them spoke Chinese, and Lestrade, who couldn't understand at all, protested: "What did she say?"

"She wanted to go home." Zhong Wanjun explained briefly.

"OK, girl, don't be afraid," Lestrade tried his best to look as amiable as possible, "you can go home after taking the notes, take a hot bath, sleep, and the nightmare will pass."

With a pale face, Qing Ying reluctantly nodded.

Seeing Qingying's nervousness, Lestrade wanted to say something to cheer up the atmosphere: "Well, you have a lot of face. You know, the work of taking transcripts is usually done by the people below. When you make transcripts for the first time, interview That’s right, the inspectors of the two CIDs. Bytheway, should we record in Chinese or in English?”

"English is OK." Zhong Wanjun answered this question instead of Qingying.

"Okay, then we'll start. May I ask your name and date of birth?" Lestrade made notes for Qing Ying according to the procedure, and Zhong Wanjun sat aside, listening and soothing Qing Ying's emotions.

"Renee Leung, born on July 1997, 7." This was faked by Mycroft when registering her date of birth, anyway, Qingying herself didn't know the real date.

"Nationality? Identity?"

"British-Chinese, a second-year law student at University College London."

"Very good, now please describe why you showed up alone at the scene so late, and what you saw."

"Our photography agency is going to shoot "The London We Live in". I am responsible for shooting the night part, and the Whitechapel area is also one of the parts I have been assigned to shoot. I live with my boyfriend Sam, but he informed me tonight I have to work overtime ("I can testify to this." Zhong Wanjun interjected.), I am alone at home, and it is boring, so I just want to go out and take some photos to complete the task."

"Why did you choose Whitechapel?"

"It's the farthest from home. I'm usually busy with schoolwork and housework, so I don't have much free time, so I want to take advantage of tonight's free time to finish the most troublesome part first."

"Then?"

"I took a lot of photos. Until twelve o'clock, I suddenly wanted to take some photos of London in the dead of night, so I went to a cafe called JustEnjoying to rest, and I didn't return to Whitechapel until two o'clock in the morning. .”

When Qing Ying recalled the scene after that, she shuddered.

"...Later, I walked to the entrance of the alley and smelled a strong smell of blood. I guessed that something might have happened there, so I went in to have a look..."

"What do you see?"

"I saw……"

"Be brave, girl, and go on."

"My mobile phone flashlight shined on her head. Her neck was cut. The wound was deep and deep. A lot of blood flowed out and flowed on the ground. Her eyes were open and wide open, as if The look of dying. Her expression looks very hideous and painful..." Qingying covered her face and cried. At that time, she saw such a deadly corpse in a gloomy environment, even though she had once killed a US agent. , I've seen sharks before, but I'm still scared.

"OK, OK, it's alright..." Zhong Wanjun quickly calmed Qing Ying.After Qingying recovered, the two asked her some details.

When he walked out of the inquiry room, Lestrade said to Zhong Wanjun: "I'm really glad that your girlfriend didn't see that corpse this morning. Poor woman, she was stabbed 39 times all over her body. If your girlfriend saw that body , would be really scary."

Zhong Wanjun frowned and said, "I really didn't expect that murderer would strike again so quickly, otherwise he should have been alert."

Lestrade said: "The idea of ​​a madman is the most difficult to understand. By the way, the man in black that your girlfriend met should be the murderer. She is lucky that she was not silenced."

Zhong Wanjun nodded: "Yes, I just don't know how long that luck will last. It's a pity that Renee's camera didn't capture his face, only the clothes on his chest."

Lestrade patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged brother, we can still analyze some clues."

Zhong Wanjun was worried: "I hope so. By the way, let's take Renee back to Scotland Yard together, and I will inform my sister to pick her up."

"Look, Sam," Lestrade was considerate of him, "Your girlfriend needs you now, you really don't have to stay and work overtime overnight. Comeon, go back and sleep with your girl, we will continue to fight tomorrow, oh no, yes Today, it is already four o'clock in the morning."

Zhong Wanjun hesitated, "OK."

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