conspirator's love

Fang Yan followed Qin Mo to the kitchen and turned off the fire, then walked into his room around a corner. I don't know if it was cleaned up in advance, but it was surprisingly clean.

A water-gray bed sheet and quilt cover, a wooden desk and a wardrobe.There was nothing on the table, it was as tidy as a doctor's room.

There is a small leather sofa for one person at the entrance, and Fang Yan puts himself in the sofa, watching him open the cabinet under the desk and take out a picture folder.

"So you also learned to paint?" Fang Yan put his arms on the armrest of the sofa to support his cheeks.

"There's only one painting inside." Qin Mo handed the folder to Fang Yan.

Dialect opened the easel and pulled out the drawing paper. It turned out to be a cat. The painting was very good.

Well, the above is all she is talking nonsense, and this is a sketch of a cat written by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old dialect.

No matter in terms of artistry or narrative, it has not reached the level of collection. As the only painting that appears in Qin Mo's portfolio, dialect can also feel how ambiguous it is.

She laughed twice, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you and Feng Lu just sit in front of my house and draw in front of a fat stray cat?" Qin Mo explained.

"Oh," Fang Yan looked at his flamboyant signature, and vaguely remembered that there was a time when she and Feng Lu wanted to draw cats, and they specially prepared a canned fish.

The fat cat lay lazily on the concrete platform of the flower garden, licking its fur under the shade of greenery.

"Little cat, obediently let us finish the painting. After the painting is finished, the uncle will give you fish." Feng Lu hooked his finger at the cat, coaxing him.

"Why are you so like a wicked young man who molested good women on the street?" Fang Yan laughed, threw down the small bench, and prepared to start painting.

I just drew a cat head, when the unit door creaked open, the cat jumped out with a meow, circled around a person's feet, and arched his calf affectionately with its back.

"Oh, why did you run away?" Feng Lu looked back dissatisfied.

Fang Yan saw a thin, pale, melancholy young man with long hair.

"Are you drawing cats?"

"Well, it's always moving around, and it's not obedient." Feng Lu replied.

"Want to help?" said the young man and picked up the cat.

"That would be the best, give us a hug for a while, and we'll be fine in a while." Feng Lu hurriedly answered.

The young man sat on the concrete table with the cat in his arms, and gently stroked the back of the cat with one hand. The cat shivered comfortably and closed its eyes quietly.

Later, the painting went smoothly, the cat ate its canned fish contentedly, and the young man stretched out his hand: "What about my reward?"

"Oh, so you are the one who helped us hold the cat." Fang Yan suddenly realized, "You have grown so much since then!"

"It should become stronger." Qin Mo smiled.

"Then this painting doesn't belong to me, it's your reward, although this reward is a bit dishonest." Fang Yan looked at his work, thinking where did he get the confidence at that time, and dared to put Painting to give away.You are not afraid of being rejected face to face, can you come down to the stage?It is good to be young, and there is no reason to be confident.

"Well, it's a little bit, so I didn't take it as a reward. It has always been a certificate of deposit. Now I have to exchange it for rewards." Qin Mo said half-seriously.

Hearing this, Dialect was inexplicably a little shy, relying on the remaining cheekiness of the year, he replied: "Well, I don't have much credit in this bank, but canned luncheon meat is enough, you and the big cat have the same meal standard, you How do you look?"

Qin Mo chuckled, "It's worth it, you can still eat it in cans after such a long time. How can you have no credit in this bank, it's really benevolent."

Fang Yan felt relieved, but fortunately he didn't say that he would exchange for the rest of his life, oh my god, how did this strange line appear in his mind?

Dialect shook his head.

Feng Lu suddenly poked her head in, "What are you talking about? Don't play with me."

"Talking about cats." Fang Yan held up the painting in his hand.

"Tsk tsk, dialect, your painting is really ugly." Feng Lu walked in, looked at the painting with disdain, and said, clutching her stomach, "Actually, I came to see the sheep and scorpions. They're all hungry."

"Almost forgot, it's time to serve dinner." Qin Mo went out to prepare.

Fang Yan also stood up, and Feng Lu poked her in the back, "Okay, the two of you are chatting alone, and you still tell me it's meaningless."

"Stop talking nonsense, sisters are masters." Fang Yan turned to stare at her.

"Hey, someone is going to be sad, what a good boy, he can also stew mutton and scorpion." Feng Lu murmured in her ear: "Your Mo Jiaxin looks like a ten-finger who doesn't touch the spring water, except for being a goblin. What else attracts you the most?"

"Are you annoying? Get out of here!" Fang Yan arched his buttocks and pushed Feng Lu aside.

yes?What is the reason?

The answer seemed to be on the lips, but the dialect couldn't say it.

Just thinking of her will make my heart soft, and full of affection will emerge from somewhere in my heart.I want her to belong to me completely.

But the goblin is going to be disfigured now, and he is so angry that he doesn't want to see her. Fang Yan feels a pain in his heart, and slaps Feng Lu's butt casually, "Don't mention her to me, okay?"

"Hey! Got into a fight again?" Feng Lu rubbed her butt, "I said, why did you go home obediently? I dare say you were kicked out."

Dialect was about to refute, thinking that he didn't even have a key, and he was only one word away from sweeping the floor, so stop arguing.

When they went out, the yard was already full of tables.Officer Lao Qin greeted them to take their seats quickly, Qin Mo opened the ice wine brought by Feng Lu, and poured a glass for each of them.

"The ice is just right, with a hint of cool air, and it won't hurt the body." Qin Mo handed the wine to Fang Yan and said.

"It's a blessing to have a table outdoors." Dialect took the wine and commented.

"Well, the weather is clear and clear today, and the weather is good. Two children with a close relationship are here again. My old Qin is very happy. Come on, let's touch each other. I hope you young people can live and work in peace and contentment, and the elderly can also I can enjoy my old age comfortably, especially some comrades should worry less and have more fun.”

Everyone raised their glasses and clinked.

Qin Mo's mother pushed the cup and bumped it, "Don't worry! Only those who eat salty radishes should worry less. I don't eat radishes."

Everyone laughed again, raised their glasses and looked up to drink.

After a few rounds of food and drink, the dialect remembered what Qin Mo said last time, the old Qin police officer is especially good at telling stories, so he said: "Uncle Qin, I have met so many people and solved many cases, what is something you can't forget? ?"

Officer Lao Qin drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, put a piece of sheep scorpion on his plate, and said, "Yes, how could it not be there?"

He paused and continued: "Our job is to deal with people. We have seen all kinds of people in this world, let alone too many. Whoever you are, you can see them in your heart. There is only one who understands eight points. But ah, there are always people who are in accidents, you can't see through it, and you can't understand it."

Fang Yan filled the old man's wine and poured himself another glass, just waiting to hear the story.

"Actually, I have solved many cases in my life, and I have not solved many cases. But there is one thing that has always been on my mind, and I have never forgotten it all these years."

Officer Lao Qin patted the cucumber with a chopstick and chewed it. "It was only one step away from the truth, but it could only stop. It was like the ball was under the feet, the goal was in front of the eyes, and it was over with one shot, but the referee blew the whistle and said the game was over. Almost That's how it feels."

Dialect thought to himself, this is the foreshadowing, Lao Qin's storytelling skills are indeed better than Xiao Qin's.

"About four years ago." Officer Lao Qin took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, "I'm going to retire soon, and I just want to stand on the last shift and not cause trouble for young people. I have a case like this."

He took a deep breath.Feng Lu, who was buried in the scorpion, also raised her head and looked at the police officer Lao Qin who had stopped.

Qin Mo's mother, who said she didn't eat radishes, was picking up a piece of cold salad, and Qin Mo poured the last mouthful of Forgan from the wine bottle into the wine glass.

"It was summer, God of the sauna, it was uncomfortably hot, and I was sweating all over my body." Lao Qin touched the water vapor on the glass and said, "I received a report and took my apprentice at the time to the scene of the incident. When we got there, the chest and back of the uniform were drenched with sweat. The scene of the crime was a wild river. When we got there, we saw a woman's body floating face down on the river. Judging from the condition of the body, it should be The time of death was not long, probably last night or this morning."

Hearing this, Feng Lu stopped her chopsticks, as if her appetite was spoiled by the word corpse.

"Drowning cases frequently occur in summer. There are always some wild swimmers who can't tell the wild river from their own bathtub after drinking two cups of horse urine. What's more, judging from the autopsy, the alcohol content in her blood is not low. It should be drunk. A few cups. But after careful consideration, there are a few strange things."

Police officer Lao Qin stopped, picked up the cold scorpion and began to chew it seriously.

Everyone was aroused and saw him stop, so they had to watch him eat the scorpion.Feng Lu drank up all the wine, picked up the dialect wine glass and gulped it down.

Officer Lao Qin wiped his hands, and continued: "The area I was in charge of was a rich area. The richest people in this city bought a garden mansion in that area a few years ago. The environment is good, and the location is very convenient. It's a little bit off, but rich people have cars, who still goes to work on their legs. Judging from the clothes of the female corpse, she should be such a rich person, no matter what time period she should not take transportation , a person came here, it is reasonable to guess that someone drove her here. This is one of them."

"Second," Police Officer Lao Qin tapped his finger on the table, "After the investigation, it was discovered that the husband of the deceased purchased a huge amount of insurance for her half a year ago, with an insured amount as high as 2000 million. It's a bit interesting when it comes to money. .At least the husband has the motive for committing the crime. Because although the woman herself owns the company and real estate, she has already specified that her daughter will inherit it alone. The only beneficiary of the 2000 million is the husband."

"2000 million?" Dialect felt that this number was very familiar, so he couldn't help asking.

"Yes, 2000 million. That's a lot of money."

"Uncle, please continue," Feng Lubai glanced at the dialect, signaling her not to interrupt Officer Lao Qin's narration.

Police officer Lao Qin took another sip of his cigarette and shook the ash to his feet, "The third doubt is that we found out during our visits that according to relatives and friends, the relationship between the husband and wife is very good. They are holding hands, like a model couple. But their only daughter gave a different answer. When asked how her parents' relationship is, she replied that it is the same as ordinary couples, neither good nor bad. More than ten Don't you think it's strange that the [-]-year-old girl answered this way? If the relationship is really good, why did you designate your daughter as the sole heir early in the morning?

The fourth doubtful point was only discovered at the end of the investigation. This man is not a good bird, and he has kept a concubine outside.He also gave birth to a son, who is about to graduate from junior high school. "

Qin Mo put down his chopsticks, and continued: "What you said is all indirect evidence, without direct evidence, it cannot be used as a basis for concluding the case."

"That's the reason," Police Officer Lao Qin wiped out the cigarette butt on the ground.Qin Mo's mother gave him a dissatisfied look, "Sweep the floor by yourself later."

The author has something to say:

Qin Mo: Is it romantic to hug a cat?

Author: I am a dog lover. Although cats and cats are cute, you are not her kind.

Qin Mo: (with tears streaming down his face) Little wild cats also have spring... Believe it or not, I'll scratch you.

Author: scratch me?Don't you think this move is a little... Believe it or not, I wrote you into the Tanmei book next to me. Zhengchou didn't know how to write it. I wrote you a tsundere.

Qin Mo: Please let me go.I'm as straight as I can get.Are there three straights in this sentence?Are you straight?

Author: (touching head to kill) Be good silently, honestly, cannon fodder, I will treat you well.

Qin Mo: This line does not sound like a good person...

Author: Uncle Policeman, I Wronged...