I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

"Ah—help—"

The fire alarm went off, and the panicked guests yelled to run for the door.

Xing Wen didn't expect the fire to start so fast. As soon as the fire devoured a tablecloth, the flames climbed upwards and burned the curtains.

"Quickly put out the fire!" Boss Xie rushed in and shouted.

In order to prevent fire and electricity leakage, all power supply in the restaurant was cut off urgently, but the line of sight did not become dark because of the power outage.

The burning flames made the things in front of him so clear that they were hideous and terrifying.

Something sparkled and fell to the ground, red light flashing.

"What are you doing standing there, run away!" Mu Chen stretched out his hand and tugged Xing Wen hard.

Xing Wen quickly came to his senses, the booth of the two of them was quite far from the safety exit, and they had to make a detour in order to avoid the area where the fire was most intense.

The waiter in the restaurant was busy guiding the guests to evacuate. When they saw them, they hurriedly waved: "Sir, please go this way!"

The smoke was choking, and the air was filled with the crackling of burning things.

There was still a faint cry.

Xing Wen turned his head subconsciously, and suddenly saw a figure on the other side of the fire area.

With a loud bang, the tongue of fire burned the crystal chandelier on the zenith, and the shattered glass fell on the person's feet.

The figure yelled in pain, crouched down with its head tightly held.

"There are still people here!" Xing Wen roared.

No one listened, or maybe no one heard.

Xing Wen didn't think much about it, and quickly ran towards that person after judging the terrain.

"What do you care about him!" Mu Chen shouted from behind, "Xing Wen!"

"You go out first!" Xing Wen pointed outward.

Xing Wen took off his jacket and avoided obstacles as quickly as possible, only then could he see the other party's appearance clearly.

It was probably a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his face was completely blackened, and his tears were shining brightly from the fire.

Crying hair, can't a big man run by himself if he has long legs?

As soon as Xing Wen pulled him over with one hand, he heard someone yelling "squat down" behind him!

Xing Wen reflexively blocked the boy with his body, bent down and squatted down, and the decorative wooden frame above his head burned down.

It was smashed down and placed between the dining table and the wall. Xing Wen took the boy out while maintaining a squatting posture while it was not broken.

Seeing Mu Chen standing behind him clearly, he couldn't help laughing.

Mu Chen didn't run away, he wrapped a wet towel around him like a masked robber, and grabbed two more in his hand.

"What a joke, your ashes are so burned that you can't even find them." Mu Chen hurriedly handed over the towel.

"Thank you." Xing Wen was very grateful for a while.

For some reason, he always felt that Mu Chen was going to say in the next sentence: "Salary will be deducted when a work-related injury enters the hospital".

In less than half a minute, the three masked thieves cooperated with each other and broke out of the encirclement of flames together.

The boy who was rescued and cried the most became the one who ran the fastest.

"What the hell is going on!" Boss Xie stood downstairs and shouted angrily.

The fire was put out not long after the fire truck arrived, but the restaurant on the third floor where the accident happened was inevitably a mess.

Xing Wen took off the funny mask before he came out, and sure enough, he saw several police cars coming in front of the door.

"Is it malicious arson?" Mu Chen said.

"Yeah." Xing Wen squinted his eyes, and suddenly found a familiar person alighting from the leading police car.

Cousin Tang Yao.

"Report to the Tang team. According to statistics, a total of 6 people were injured, and there are no casualties for the time being." A police officer said.

"En." Tang Yao responded, looked up and saw Xing Wen not far away, and waved: "Hey cousin!"

Xing Wen suddenly had black lines in his head, Tang Yao not only became a policeman in this world, but also became his cousin.

"Hey, my cousin and son-in-law are here too!" Tang Yao walked over, Mu Chen frowned and ignored him.

"Are you handling this case?" Xing Wen asked.

"What nonsense?" Tang Yao smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm in charge of this film, haven't you woken up yet?"

"Have you caught the arsonist?" Xing Wen unconsciously looked at the gun on Tang Yao's waist.

"No, that location is a surveillance blind spot, and the witnesses can't figure it out after making gestures for a long time. Let's make a portrait based on the testimony... What about the portrait?" Tang Yao turned around and asked.

The police officer Ma Liu ran over and handed over a piece of paper: "Here it is."

Tang Yao took the paper and unfolded it: "Look, how do you catch this? Who doesn't look like this?"

The person on the portrait has two eyes, one nose and one mouth, and the head is down, so he doesn't bother to draw, and writes "red clothes and black pants".

"It looks like a person." Mu Chen said.

"Tang Yao," Xing Wen thought for a while, and said, "I see what the prisoner looks like."

"Did you see it?" Tang Yao frowned, and suddenly shouted: "Tang what Yao, don't you call me brother when you're married?"

"Do you have a set of marker pens? I can draw them." Xing Wen ignored him.

"Not here, maybe you have to go back to the bureau." Tang Yao still frowned.

"Then go to the bureau." Xing Wen smiled and looked back at Mu Chen: "Then you go home?"

"Oh." Mu Chen put his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, that's not right," Tang Yao looked at the two of them, "I remember you two were like glue before..."

"Forget it, I won't go home." Mu Chen changed his words in a second, and his eyes swept over, "Where is husband going, where am I going."

Xing Wen shivered.

Mu Chen laughed meaningfully: "If you can't see your husband, how can you sleep?"

Tang Yao kept laughing exaggeratedly, and pulled the policeman next to him: "Look, look at this pair of dogs."

Xing Wen gave Mu Chen a look, and he walked away as if nothing had happened.

Tang Yao finished handling the matter at the scene and drove them back to the bureau.

It was almost nine o'clock when the fire broke out.

With the drawing paper ready and the pen ready, Xing Wen sat at the table and stretched out his hand to smooth the drawing paper.

"Wow~" A circle of heads around the table exclaimed at the same time.

What is it called, I haven't started painting yet!

Xing Wen was simply confused, unlike ordinary people who draw with pencils first, he touched the black pen directly.

"Oh—" Tang Yao took the lead this time.

Xing Wen glanced at him dissatisfied, bowed his head and began to draw everything he saw.

"Everything" means literally, the dining table on fire, the burning curtains, the wooden frame decoration, the screaming woman.

No police officer made any strange noises anymore, and everyone was stunned to watch Xing Wen's painting.

The whole process took less than 10 minutes. In the end, Xing Wen only picked a man who was looking sideways, and colored it with a marker.

The red clothes and black trousers, Xing Wen recalled for a while, and added a close-up of the man's frontal face next to it.

The pen dropped on the table and made a noise, only then did the police officer recover and sighed "God".

"Oh my god, what supernatural power is this!" Tang Yao slapped Xing Wen frantically after copying the painting with one hand, "Just use this face to find someone, hurry up!"

Immediately, some team members rose up in response, and the rest of them were all admiring repeatedly.

It's nothing, it's the only specialty that Xing Wen has. To be precise, he relied on this to work under Mu Chen in the past year.

His mind is a bit of a recorder, remembering everything he's ever seen.

Whether it is a person, a document, or a scene.

Xing Wen sat up straight, stretched his slightly stiff shoulders and neck, and found that Mu Chen had been sitting beside him the whole time without much expression on his face.

Strange, judging by Tang Yao's reaction, he in this world should not have this talent in the past.

However, Mu Chen's reaction was so flat...

Mu Chen met his gaze and clapped his hands emotionlessly: "Oh, that's amazing, my husband is awesome!"

Xing Wen: "..."

The author has something to say: school is starting and I am going to retreat and slaughter ducks QAQ

Angels should study hard too!

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