I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

As night fell, the villas in the remote mountainous area were repeatedly smeared by the misty winter rain.

Wang Xing brought only two police officers behind him, raised his hand in black leather gloves and knocked on the door of the villa.

After dark, the temperature was extremely low, and the three of them would have white gas floating in the air just by breathing.

After a while, the door was opened, and an old man who looked like a butler came out with a puzzled expression.

"Looking for Yuan Qi, are you at home?" Wang Xing calmly showed his ID.

The butler was taken aback for a moment, then said "wait a moment" and ran upstairs.

"He won't be scared and run from the backyard?" A police officer said.

"That's over. At the beginning, one person should be left behind to watch." Another police officer said.

Wang Xing remained silent. After waiting for about 5 minutes, a slightly slender figure hurried down the stairs, apparently just after taking a shower.

The three confirmed that this was Yuan Qi himself.

Yuan Qi nodded to them, his face turned pale: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Yuan Qi, hello, I'm Wang Xing, deputy director of the Jianghan Police Station...It's cold outside, can you come in and talk to me?" Wang Xing said.

"Of course." Yuan Qi stepped aside and invited the three of them into a well-heated room.

Yuan Qi made hot tea for him without calling the housekeeper down.

Wang Xing sat upright, and said according to Xing Wen's explanation: "Recently, my office accepted a case of murder and mutilation. The corpse and the murder weapon were found in a deserted place behind Jianghan Park..."

The more Wang Xing went on, the more ugly Yuan Qi's expression became.

"We caught the murderer today." Wang Xing added.

"Ah?" Yuan Qi was startled reflexively, and then responded calmly: "Ah... as long as you catch it, what does that have to do with me?"

"It's like this, Mr. Yuan." Wang Xing took out a photo and handed it to him: "This is the deceased, named Jiang Xi."

Yuan Qi took the photo, his hands trembling uncontrollably, he didn't dare to look carefully at the person in the photo, he only glanced at it hastily.

"According to our investigation..." One of the police officers behind him flipped through the information provided by Mu Chen, "The deceased was your boyfriend before his death...but the relationship was not made public."

"You're talking nonsense..." Yuan Qi was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly saw the photo printed on the document.

It was a group photo of him and Jiang Xi, there were several of them. In the photo, the two were cuddling tightly to each other, smiling brightly, and there was even a picture of kissing each other.

It stands to reason that this kind of photo should have been deleted long ago, unless it was Jiang Xi...

"Is it your boyfriend?" Wang Xing confirmed it.

"...Yes." Yuan Qi admitted.

"During the days when he was missing, you didn't report it." The police officer behind him mocked, and Wang Xing quietly bumped him with his elbow.

"We... quarreled. She used to be like this often, and disappeared after a fight." Yuan Qi lied.

Wang Xing nodded and said, "We sorted out the belongings of the deceased, and some of them belong to you. If you need it, please go to the police station to pick it up during working hours tomorrow."

"This...I have a job tomorrow..." Yuan Qi looked very puzzled.

Jiang Xi usually lives alone, and the relics are probably gifts from the two of them, and some may be proof of their previous relationship.

"Please take as much time as possible to pick it up. If no one comes to pick it up for a long time, it may be in the form of a charity donation..." Wang Xing said casually.

"Okay." Sure enough, Yuan Qi immediately agreed, "I'll come to pick it up early tomorrow morning, and I'll go to work after I pick it up."

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After taking a shower, Xing Wen lay on his side on the hard wooden bed, squinting at the moon.

"You haven't gone back yet?" Without turning his head, Xing Wen knew that it was Mu Chen who pushed the door in.

"It's hard for you to stay here for one night." Mu Chen pulled up a wooden stool and sat down. "Until the matter is resolved, it's safest to have the protection of the police."

"Sorry to bring you into this." Xing Wen said.

Mu Chen looked at Xing Wen's generous back in a daze, and the beautiful shape of the muscles was clearly visible under the thin layer of pajamas.

"I jumped in willingly." Mu Chen said after a while.

Xing Wen didn't speak, his heartbeat became a little faster, and he felt dry mouth while lying down like this.

Today's series of events made him feel that Mu Chen was very close to him all of a sudden.

However, this sudden approach did not bring him any sense of disobedience. It seemed that the two of them had long adapted to this distance, and they felt particularly stable and natural.

"I didn't expect Jiang Xi to be about the same age as us." Xing Wen changed the subject.

"Yeah." Mu Chen sat with his legs crossed, "You always thought he was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old."

Xing Wen turned his head, looked at Mu Chen in surprise, and then said, "Because the bag containing the body... looks like a child."

Some fragments of the dream flashed back. At the boat banquet, Jiang Xi, who looked like twelve or thirteen years old, said: "You are not a fierce person, but you look fierce. I used to..."

Jiang Xi didn't say the latter, but Xing Wen guessed that what he wanted to say might be "being small, often being regarded as a child".

"Are you really going to see Yuan Qi in person tomorrow?" Mu Chen asked.

"Yes." Xing Wen turned his head back and replied in a deep voice, "I have to give Jiang Xi an explanation."

"Okay." Mu Chen agreed, and Xing Wen heard him get up from the chair.

Xing Wen suddenly had an uncontrollable sense of loss in his heart. He was reluctant to bear the distance now, and even worried that it would not be like this after one night.

Xing Wen didn't ask him "Do you want to go?" He lay motionless on his side until he felt a hand resting on the edge of the wooden bed, followed by most of his body's weight.

Mu Chen climbed onto the bed.

"Aren't you going back?" Xing Wen turned around.

"I feel that you don't want me to go back." Mu Chen took off his coat and trousers, sat on the bed, and lowered his eyes slightly.

Not the usual fox-like cunning, but a more docile look under the dim light.

Xing Wen lay on his back, staring at the other party without blinking.

The last time there was such silence was in front of the hospital fountain, and they were just a little bit close to kissing each other.

"Want me to go back?" Mu Chen suddenly smiled.

Xing Wen didn't speak, his throat moved slightly.

"That's because I'm thinking too much." Mu Chen turned around and wanted to roll under the bed.

Xing Wen hastily stretched out his long hand, grabbed Mu Chen's arm, and pulled him to his side.

The two of them barely reacted, Mu Chen almost crushed Xing Wen, who was still not fully recovered, and barely supported Xing Wen's abdominal muscles with one hand.

Looking at each other continued, the Mu Chen at this moment and the Mu Chen in the dream overlapped in a trance, Xing Wen felt something, and subconsciously stretched out his hand.

Mu Chen froze and grabbed Xing Wen's arm with his backhand.

"I want to confirm one thing." Xing Wen looked at his face, "What have you always...how do you think of me?"

"I..." Mu Chen's voice was a little hoarse, he grabbed him even tighter, his face was burning and flushing.

It was simply forced confession.

Xing Wenteng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and brushed away the locks of hair covering his ears.

"What about you?" When Mu Chen moved, the rotten wooden bed made a noise.

"What do you think, aren't you the smartest?" Xing Wen leaned up a little, making it easier to hear Mu Chen's voice.

Mu Chen didn't respond, mainly because he couldn't speak a complete sentence. Finally, he buried his head down and hugged Xing Wen's waist tightly.

Like a child hugging someone and crying, only the exposed ears are red like blood.

Xing Wen knew that people would feel weak and powerless at this time, so he let him hold her for half a minute.

"Which one?" Mu Chen was lying on his side, his head half buried in the sheets, his eyes and lips were a little foggy.

Xing Wen happened to jump off the bed with one foot to go to the bathroom, so naturally he didn't hear his question.

Which one do you like?

in a dream?Or in reality?

Do you like those who are busy making money every day?Do you like those who deduct wages?Do you like it a little twisted?

There are still many moments that Xing Wen has never seen before. If I have a chance to see them in the future...will I like them all?

Xing Wen came back after washing his hands, flipped through several sheets of paper, and found that Mu Chen fell asleep on his stomach.

The quilt was not covered, and the picture was simply horrible.

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Early the next morning, Jianghan District Police Station.

As soon as the working hours arrived, Yuan Qi arrived in the office fully armed with sunglasses, hats and masks, and went straight to the lobby on the first floor.

After Dao Ming came, there was a security guard to guide him: "Mr. Yuan Qi, right, go to the second floor, the third from the left is Deputy Director Wang's office."

Going to work at this point, Wang Xing is really a hardworking person.

Yuan Qi ignored his doubts, thanked him and hurried upstairs, found the right place and knocked on the door.

"Wang Suo, I'm Yuan Qi." Yuan Qi said.

"Push the door and come in." Wang Xing responded.

Yuan Qi pushed the door hastily, there was the smell of Pu'er tea in the room, it was not an office at all.

Wang Xing was pouring tea, and Xing Wen was sitting opposite with his back to the door.

The moment he realized something was wrong, Yuan Qi's blood turned cold, and he stepped back, bumping into Mu Chen.

"Mr. Mu, why are you here..." Yuan Qi seemed to have bumped into a ghost.

"Go in and sit for a while." Mu Chen blocked his retreat, "Don't you like running over to peek at my special assistant the most?"

Mu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, specially emphasizing the word "mine".

"Here we come." Wang Xing raised his head and waved, "Hurry up, the tea is ready for you."

Xing Wen turned his head at this time and glanced at Yuan Qi: "It's just right, today you are wearing the shoes you wore that night."

Witnesses and physical evidence, all of a sudden.

Yuan Qi looked down at his shoes in panic, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything unusual.

He had a lot of shoes, and he drank a little wine on the night of the crime, and he didn't even remember that these were the shoes he wore that day.

"Let me ask you something first." Xing Wen put down his teacup and looked at him: "Did you kill Jiang Xi?"

Yuan Qi's face changed drastically in an instant, panic and anger were intertwined at the same time, he had nowhere to vent but looked at Wang Xing: "Wang Suo, that's not what you told me yesterday."

Wang Xing spread his hands, expressing that it was none of his business, the script was written by Xing Wen and Mu Chen.

"You are now cooperating with the murderer to slander innocent people—" Yuan Qi shouted, pointing at Xing Wen.

"Murderer?" Wang Xing suddenly smiled, "How do you know he is the murderer? I remember yesterday... I only told you that the murderer was caught, but I didn't tell you who was caught."

As soon as Yuan Qi came up, he showed his flaws within a few words, his face was as white as paper, and he slowly lowered his hands.

"Ask again, did you kill Jiang Xi?" Xing Wen asked with cold eyes.

Yuan Qi still kept his mouth tightly shut, refusing to speak.

"Jiang Xi hopes that you will get what you deserve." Xing Wenduo waited for a while, and said, "It seems that you can't remember clearly, so I need to take you back to review."

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I almost got scared when I went to Chimelong for Halloween yesterday QAQ