I was forced by my whole family to be the most vicious in the world

Bian Ming followed behind in a low-key manner, and the policeman who led the way observed him with what he thought was a cryptic look—he had become the initiator of a strange crime case in the Shanghai Police Department.

The case last night became an irreproducible case, a legend.

The largest number of alarms, the fastest dispatch speed, and the broadest cooperating crowd.

It can be said that there is no past and no future... emmm, it does not necessarily mean that there will be no future.

Who knows what shocking things Sand Sculpture CP and their fans can do.

Undoubtedly, this time Bian Ming got out of the circle again because of his fans.

It has made countless stars and entertainers jealous: Please give me a dozen of such fans, thank you.

"Brother Bian!!!"

Before stepping into the gate of the police station, Bian Ming heard his voice before seeing him, and was hugged by a bear.

If it was before, he would have disliked sticky fifty cents.

Bian Mingshou patted his back hesitantly, "Are... are you okay? Is there any discomfort?"

Fifty cents chirped, and the watching policeman coughed.

"When we arrested the prisoner, this gentleman was knocked out, and we just picked him up from the hospital. Except for the bruise on his neck, he had no other wounds."

"Who said there are no other wounds! I obviously have such a big wound here!" Wu Maoqian yelled, drawing a big circle on the heart.

The police couldn't help laughing.

Bian Ming noticed that gauze was wrapped around his neck, "Let me take a look at his neck."

Fifty cents is not a serious matter to hide, "What's so interesting, that girl Miaomiao knows that I'm being wronged because of this little wound, and she doesn't laugh at me to death."

He hid quickly, Bian Ming moved even faster.

The scenery under the gauze is shocking, the circle of blue is faintly showing signs of turning black, and the bruises are in stark contrast to the white gauze.

Bian Ming's expression was blank for a moment, and Wu Mao Qian was still laughing and pretending to be stupid on purpose.

"……sorry."

Bian Ming was overwhelmed by self-blame. He knew that it was because of his connivance that Ji Qin had the chance to hurt Fifty Cents.

Bian Ming learned about his drunkenness from Weibo, but because he has no memory, it is difficult to have a real feeling.

He is more like an outsider who read a story about sand sculptures.

Until this moment, seeing the wound on the fifty cents, Bian Ming's luck disappeared completely.

"Damn! To show off your good relationship with Ji Qin or something, to apologize is Ji Qin's idiot..."

Fifty cents has been cursing and cursing for several days, barking a dog is easier than barking, "Well, anyway, Brother Bian, you have no right to apologize for him."

"Mr. Bian, we still need to make a record, look..." The policeman was a little embarrassed.

Fifty cents: "Let's go, hurry up! Use my confession to kill that dog Ji Qin...Anyway, I want to kill Ji Qin! His grandma dares to strangle Lao Tzu's neck!"

Wu Maoqian hurriedly followed the police, he couldn't see Bian Ming condescending for Ji Qin.

Bian Ming stared sideways at him leaving, wiped off the gauze left on his fingertips, and finally sighed, letting go of the bewilderment and worries of many days.

"Please lead the way." Bian Ming said.

"it's okay no problem."

The police felt that there was something different about this big star, but they couldn't tell.

It seems that the impetuousness has been washed away, and it becomes more eye-catching after precipitation.

Ji Qin was caught red-handed at the crime scene and is being questioned by the police.

Originally visits were not allowed, but this rule obviously did not apply to Bian Ming.

In the huge interrogation room, Ji Qin was sitting alone on a chair in the middle, his hands were shackled to the armrests, and three police officers were interrogating right in front of him.

When Bian Ming walked into the monitoring room, several leaders breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Bian Ming, you are here. Ji Qin refused to cooperate after being arrested and brought to the police station, and refused to say a word no matter how much he asked."

Ji Qin insisted on seeing Bian Ming, which was one of the reasons why the police station let Bian Ming into the interrogation room.

Through the one-way mirror, Bian Ming looked at Ji Qin, who was as comfortable as in his own home, with his gentle and elegant mask removed, his present appearance was something Bian Ming had never seen before.

Let Bian Ming confirm once again that he has never really known Ji Qin.

At this moment, Ji Qin's indifferent and superior expression changed, and the independent person was infected with the anger of a living person.

In the dark, as if feeling something, the line of sight precisely penetrated the one-way mirror and landed on Bian Ming's body.

Several sudden inhalation sounds could be heard in the listening room.

What kind of look is that...

It seems that he has seen the only prey in the world worthy of his pursuit. Once he steps into his hunting area, he will never die.

Nothing can stop him from wanting to live.

Ji Qin grinned, and mouthed silently: You are here.

Bian Ming was silent for a moment, "Can I have a chat with him alone?"

The "alone" chat here refers to the kind with the monitoring turned off.

Those present are not ignorant of flexibility, they have already brought Bian Ming into the interrogation room anyway, the most important thing is to get Ji Qin to speak.

"can."

After the policemen in the interrogation room withdrew, Bian Ming closed the door behind him.

"I knew you would definitely come." Ji Qin vowed, the conceit in his words made people feel uncomfortable.

Untrimmed hair hangs over his forehead, blurring the sharp edges and corners. If it weren't for the obvious handcuffs on his wrists, he would be as content as sitting at home chatting with friends.

"Is this what you are?" Bian Ming's reaction was not serious.

He didn't choose to sit on a chair, but leaned against the edge of the table with his arms behind him.With one leg bent, the other leg is stretched forward, visually elongating the leg line.

With unspeakable desire in Ji Qin's straight eyes, he withdrew his gaze from Bian Ming's lap stickily, "You don't like it?"

"Should I like it?" Bian Ming asked back, his bland appearance made Ji Qin smooth his lips, "It is said that your character design is customized for me, it seems that you haven't figured out my preferences."

To be honest, Bian Ming himself doesn't know what genre he likes.

But what is certain is that it is definitely not Ji Qin's type of lying, scheming, and unscrupulous.

If the three views are inconsistent, let alone the object, even friends will not be able to get along.

"Then who do you like, Xiao Genghe? Someone with a sick mind?"

Ji Qin's tone was extremely contemptuous, and the moment he said the words, he heard the system's warning that the target's favorability dropped again.

Even though he expected it, Ji Qin found himself even more angry than he imagined.

Bian Ming looked like he had no reaction to his insulting Xiao Genghe, but the system's favorability could not be deceiving.

Ji Qin laughed back angrily, and even distorted his smile, "You don't know yet, what is he hiding from you, no, no, no, your intuition like BUG has interfered with me for so many years, you must have noticed something wrong a long time ago."

He narrowed his eyes and leaned back in the chair relaxedly, "Hesaliar, too."

Bian Ming stared at him, and suddenly said: "Yes."

The corners of Ji Qin's mouth turned up even more, but when he heard the next sentence, his smile stopped abruptly.

"I like Xiao Genghe."

Ji Qin paused, "What did you say?"

Bian Ming: "I said, I like Xiao Genghe."

Ji Qin clenched his fists with a cold expression, "Say it again."

"I like Xiao Genghe." Bian Ming calmly repeated, "Let me say it a few more times, I like Xiao Genghe, I like Xiao Genghe, I like..."

"—Enough! Shut up!"

Bian Ming raised his eyebrows expressionlessly, "It seems that you are not as invulnerable as you imagined."

Ji Qin took a deep breath, and then showed a familiar smile, "You won't forgive me, will you?"

Bian Ming: "Yes."

They kidnapped [-] cents in Jiqin, and they couldn't go back.

The time of more than ten years is like a bubble with colorful outlines under the sun, and it only takes a moment to shatter.

Bian Ming straightened his body and looked at him condescendingly, "Cooperate well with the police investigation, so maybe I will visit you once a year."

Leaving aside the last sentence lightly, when Bian Ming was about to leave the interrogation room, he suddenly heard Ji Qin's murmur.

"...It's really ruthless."

Yes, knowing Ji Qin's feelings for him, Bian Ming still chooses to use it, and uses himself as an exchange to force Ji Qin to be honest about everything.

This is what Ji Qin taught him.

Bian Ming didn't even pause in his steps, opened the door and left.

Back in the monitoring room, Bian Ming received the attention of all the staff, "The interrogation should begin, and he will not remain silent any longer."

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, the interrogators returned immediately, and Bian Ming only heard Ji Qin say a word through the reopened monitor.

"I've recorded everything I've done, and the things have been sent out, and now they should be sent to Bian Ming's home."

Bian Ming was taken aback, took out his mobile phone, and wanted Jing Xufeng to go back.

At this moment, an accident happened.

"Sure enough, leaving alone in the prison, it's too—lonely."

Ji Qin looked up at the ceiling, his bulging Adam's apple was like a black swan with a bare neck.

He lowered his head abruptly, his brows covered one side of his brows and eyes, and his smile was full of reckless desperation.

"Bian Ming, you have to remember—"

"Anyone can question my feelings, but you can't."

"Bian Ming, because I love you, even if you are Meng Mei who will live forever, you must remember me."

The person on the chair suddenly struggled, and with a bang, the floor shook.

"What are you doing! Don't move! Do you hear me!" The policeman tried to control him.

However, what is more unexpected is behind.

The sturdy seat cracked suddenly, and when Ji Qin was sitting empty, when he slid on the ground, the broken part of the iron armrest plunged into Ji Qin's throat.

He opened his mouth, his throat made a whining sound like an old bellows, and blood spewed out of his mouth like a fountain.

This scene frightened the police in the interrogation room.

And Ji Qin's eyes were fixed on the one-way mirror, and the corners of his blood-oozing mouth slowly... slowly raised.

His brows are full of dark desires that cannot be contained...

Nor could death declare his defeat.

Even death is only one of the means he can use to achieve the strategy.

Bian Ming's limbs were cold, even if he couldn't make any sound, Ji Qin said the last sentence to him with undisguised eyes.

——Bian Ming, have you felt my love?

This is Ji Qin's response to Bian Ming's confession to Xiao Genghe.

The author has something to say: the ending I arranged for 013, I hope you don't scold me qaq

013 Such a formidable raider, it is impossible for him to leave the scene willingly, and he has to do it before he dies. His feelings are dark, and it is definitely not the kind of "I love you so I hope you will be happy"