[Others are hell] The script kills Fujiang

"what are you guys saying?"

Fu Jiang turned his head when he heard the words, raised his dark and moist eyes, the tails of the eyes were raised, and there was a sense of laziness.

"Good morning, Mr. Inspector."

The police officer nodded, and then sat next to Fu Jiang.

Whispered in his ear and asked him: "What are you talking about grandma?"

Fu Jiang glanced at the silver-haired old woman sitting on the futon, then looked at the police officer's serious face as if he was facing an enemy, and smiled slightly.

"Nothing to say."

"Your dark circles are a bit heavy, did you not sleep well last night?"

Speaking of "dark circles", the police officer rubbed his sore and swollen temples. He slept late last night and woke up with a slight headache in the morning.

Speaking of "last night", the police officer also frowned fiercely.

Receiving Fu Jiang's words, "Go and investigate in person if you are suspicious", the police officer pondered for a long time, but still couldn't hold back. After work, he also went to those places with doubts in the evening to ask questions, and specially checked the surveillance.

In my mind, I measured the location of the missing car where the policeman's car was parked, and carefully checked the possible crime scene.

With a vaguely confirmed suspicion in his mind, he eventually found a syringe needle in one of the sewers at the scene.

That same night, he contacted his aunt who was a forensic doctor and asked her to check the injection needle for him in private.

The meaning of this needle to him is very unusual. He has no idea that other than the murderer, who would throw the needle into this almost unknown sewer.

He had received a call from his aunt this morning, and the results of the investigation on the syringe had come out.It is a special anesthetic for dentistry, and it contains DNA that does not belong to Cha Detective.

The case had been like a fog from the very beginning, but now the police officer felt a faint thread pulling him.

He immediately stood up with a firm voice: "I have something to do."

Fu Jiang stopped him: "I'm with you!"

In the end, Fu Jiang sat in the co-pilot and looked at the resolute side face of the police officer. His face was very tense, not only his expression, but his whole state was like a taut string.

The police officer controlled the steering wheel, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and he noticed Fu Jiang's gaze from the corner of his eye.

Can't help but say: "What are you looking at me for?" The voice was muffled.

They just came out of the Criminal Police Department with that anesthesia needle.

The criminal police from the criminal police department didn't look good when they saw them.

"As a policeman, just do your job well."

"I know that policemen like you who have just joined the job must think that reality is just like TV dramas, where there are murders everywhere, and you are suspicious all day long."

"But come on, the reality is not really filming a TV series. What can you explain by holding this needle? Even if you are here to report the crime, let me ask you: Who is the murderer? What is his motive? Are there any witnesses?"

"..."

Broke up unhappily.

"You are a good policeman." Fu Jiang said softly, his voice seemed to be calling softly in his ear.

"You don't have to comfort me."

"Do you remember the question you asked this morning?"

"what is the problem?"

"You asked me what my grandma and I were talking about."

"Oh, that, now I don't—" wondered.

"Grandma said, I'm good-looking and I want to introduce her to her grandson."

The police officer's face turned slightly red: "Don't think too much...Grandma is getting old and her memory is not very good, so don't bother with her..."

Fu Jiang went on to say: "She said her grandson is an honest and good police officer, handsome, brave, and caring..."

The police officer was also a little speechless when he heard it, and his eyes were slightly moist.

Grandma suffers from Alzheimer's disease. Most of the time, she can't remember the names and looks of her relatives. Sometimes when talking to her, she forgets the previous sentence after the next sentence.

But when he heard his grandma mention him from Fu Jiang, he still couldn't help but feel that he was injured in a fight when he was a child, and his grandma took his little hand to buy snacks and toys.

"Good grandson, little man, don't cry, don't cry, grandma will buy you delicious food and toys..."

Grandma's kind comforting voice is still in my ears.

"I said yes, as long as he doesn't dislike it."

Suddenly, the police officer turned to look at him.

"Why this expression, do you think I'm talking nonsense again?"

"I'm serious, you're a good man—"

"Stop, don't say the word 'nice guy'." Ever since the word 'nice guy' was linked to 'good guy card', it doesn't look like a good word anymore. "Also, don't you have a rich boyfriend?"

Suddenly mentioning the young master, Fu Jiang stared at the police officer expressionlessly, so that he couldn't stand it, and then burst out laughing.

"Hey, are you jealous?"

The police officer's eyes widened instantly, and his cheeks flushed red: "Hey, what are you talking about? What are you talking about? I don't!"

"A vague sixth sense, I think you like me too."

"What the hell? Are you a woman? You have a sixth sense!"

When Fu Jiang heard this, his face turned pale, and his expression was a little pitiful: "I'm not a woman, so will you hate me because of it? I'm an annoying homosexual, but it's born, and I don't want to be like this... okay Well, it's all my nonsense, if what you heard just now bothers you, then just pretend I didn't say it..."

The officer listened, taking a deep breath, then exhaling.

"Don't—well, I admit I like you."

"Hehehehehahahaha..."

The police officer heard Fu Jiang's series of laughter, which made him feel creepy.

"Then are you willing to take risks for me?" Like a knight for his princess, like an apostle for his devil.

"what?"

"I didn't lie to you before."

The police officer listened with question marks all over his head. Is this the reaction after a normal confession?

Fu Jiang put away his smiling face, the expression on his face was a little serious, but also a little weird.

"This trip... is difficult and dangerous. I would like to be your witness, but are you willing to take risks for me and protect me with all your strength?"

"After all, when I died last time, I was really lonely."

"..."

"Your performance is amazing, so many people are watching your performance."

"Eh? Hehehe!" The yellow hair scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"But I just didn't expect that you still have such a rich experience. Are the lyrics all about your personal experience?"

"Well, yes, generally only things that have been experienced in the lyrics will resonate in the lyrics."

"It's really good."

"Uh." The yellow hair looked at Fu Jiang with some hesitation, and finally decided to be more frank, "You can also hear some from my songs, but in fact I am not a noble person."

"Stealing money from parents and running off to mess with the society, these are also true."

Fu Jiang shook his head, but didn't speak.

The atmosphere between the two gradually reached the point of embarrassment.

The yellow hair knew that he had said something wrong, and began to search for topics in his mind to make amends.

He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, turned it on with his fingerprint, and swiped to the photo album.

Fu Jiang watched his actions with doubts in his big eyes.

"By the way, when you were not around, I took a photo like this at the door of your room."

After hearing this explanation, it was even more misleading. Fu Jiang's expression was full of suspicion.

"Why are you taking pictures of my room door?"

"Ah, no, I mean, I saw something not so good, and then I chose to secretly film it."

"look--"

Fu Jiang leaned over to take a look. He seemed to be a little short-sighted, and when he looked at the photo seriously, he got very close, so close that the yellow hair could smell the pleasant fragrance on his body, and his mind was fluttering.

"Ah." Then he opened his mouth wide and let out a short scream.

In the photo, it was the otaku who came out of Fu Jiang's room, holding a pair of cotton white socks in one hand and a fruit knife in the other.

What's scary is that the picture is frozen at the moment when the otaku looks back at the camera, with the messy hair like a bird's nest, his demeanor looks a bit wretched, the black plastic glasses are dirty and greasy, and his eyes look through the lenses like being caught in the gutter The rats in it are disgustingly staring.

"What is he doing?" Fu Jiang murmured.

"I saw him come out of your room at the time. He must have taken those socks out of your room."

"That knife too." Fu Jiang added without emotion.

"Ah, so..." The yellow hair didn't know what to say.

Then the yellow hair changed the subject again, talking excitedly about the strange things in the Eden Examination House.

"Did you know that there is a fourth floor in the Eden Examination Institute?"

"I know, what's wrong?"

"The fourth floor is very strange. You see, the landlord told us not to go, but I always heard strange noises there. Do you think there are ghosts?" He laughed out loud.

Fu Jiang looked at him silently.

"Hahahahaha..."

Hearing the laughter, the blond hair was a little puzzled, but maybe he inadvertently won the beauty's smile?

"You have a rich imagination."

"Do you also think there are ghosts on the fourth floor? Speaking of which, I plan to go to the fourth floor to have a look tonight."

Fu Jiang shrugged: "You can try."

When returning to the Eden Examination Institute, something happened that made the yellow hair startled and his jaw dropped.

Fu Jiang actually went directly to the landlord to argue, and wanted to call out the surveillance video of the otaku entering his room and stealing things.

Although the landlord is cheerful and smiling every day when he sees everyone, and treats others with enthusiasm, he always makes the yellow hair feel uncomfortable and thinks that he is a difficult person to deal with. It reminds him of the slum where he grew up. Set behind a set of neighbors.

When the landlord heard that Fu Jiang wanted to watch the surveillance, he couldn't help yelling on his smiling face: "You know what to do to bother me, who would enter your room, and who saw it?"

Fu Jiang heard the words, glanced at the yellow hair, and was caught by the landlord.

This made him transfer his anger to the yellow hair again: "There are some things that you can't talk nonsense, kid." Those eyes are thin and long, and they look like vicious jackals and foxes when they are not smiling.

But Fu Jiang insisted on monitoring.

According to the time given by the yellow hair, Fu Jiang found the figure of the otaku in the surveillance.

The yellow hair was relieved to see this, but Fu Jiang's behavior that followed made him worry again.

Fu Jiang knocked on the door of the otaku's room, wanting to argue with him.

The otaku's gloomy face froze for a moment, and then he said in an indifferent voice: "I didn't take your things."

Fu Jiang raised his chin slightly, which looked arrogant.

"Uncle, whether you have taken my things, I just search it."

With that said, he entered the room with mixed smells.

After entering the room, I feel that this room is simply a wretched/devil’s cave. The walls are covered with explicit SQ photos of beauties, and the photos are still slightly yellow. I don’t know if it’s caused by long-term oxidation or something strange. s things.

Fu Jiang bent down and searched the small room with some difficulty.

The otaku was standing right behind him, but his eyes couldn't help wandering around him. Following his movements, he saw his slender waist, round buttocks, and fairer and more delicate skin under the ambiguous light and shadow.

He couldn't help getting closer to Fu Jiang.

Fu Jiang looked through it, but still didn't see his so-called things. When he got up, he bumped into the otaku's arms, and knocked off the glasses on the otaku's face with his hands.

Seeing this scene, the yellow hair widened his eyes outside the door.