Netherworld Investigator

After a chaotic night, it was already noon when he woke up the next day. When Wen Baifan opened his eyes, he unexpectedly found that he didn't have the headache that often occurs after a hangover.

There was no one in the bedroom, and without seeing Qiao Kejun, Wen Baifan let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned on the faucet in the bathroom and poured cold water on his face, and his temples seemed to still have the touch of cold fingers gently pressing him.

"Here are toothbrushes and towels. I just bought them in the neighborhood supermarket." Qiao Kejun's voice suddenly sounded behind him. It was deep and sexy, and the slightly hoarse voice had a provocative taste. "Mouthwash and toothpaste are in the cabinet behind the mirror."

Eye contact with Qiao Kejun in the mirror, Wen Baifan looked away awkwardly, and said vaguely: "Oh, that, you have a cold? The voice seems to be different from usual."

Qiao Kejun didn't answer, pursed his lips, and walked out silently.

This woman Xia Ruolan gave him some bad ideas, why did he imitate Qiao Hengjing's tone of speech, and said that it would be more attractive.

What nonsense.

After washing up, Wen Baifan walked out of the living room, Qiao Xin was lying on the side of the coffee table, playing two roles, playing chess with himself.

The memory of last night came back, and the guilty Wen Baifan was worried that he didn't know how to say hello to his brother Xiaoxin. Fortunately, at this time, Fanfan rushed to him in front of him and arched his calf.Wen Baifan touched the snow-white and fluffy head, and only then resolved the somewhat embarrassing situation.

"You are so lucky. My dad didn't let me disturb you until you slept so late." Qiao Xin moved a pawn and sighed, "If I was going to stay in bed, he would just pull the curtains and open the bed." Quilt."

Boiling blood swished onto Wen Baifan's face, and he suddenly felt a little out of breath. He wanted to laugh, shout, and go back to the bed to bury himself.So much so that when Qiao Xin invited him to play chess together, he still stood there dumbfounded and couldn't react. It was Qiao Kejun who called him in the kitchen, and Wen Baifan came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"I'm going to play chess with him. Come and cook the noodles. You can eat them when they're cooked." Qiao Kejun brushed his hair as he brushed past him.

Touch the head to kill!

Wen Baifan felt that he was about to fly. He turned his enthusiasm into cooking skills, made the best use of all the ingredients in the refrigerator, and made probably the most dignified food since the kitchen was put into use.

Qiao Xin's body and mind were completely conquered by this bowl of noodles with clear soup, firm noodles and strong taste. He held chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other, licking his lips and saying, "Uncle Wen, you can still eat at my house tonight." ?"

"Thank you, guest officer." Wen Baifan smiled and nodded his thanks.

Qiao Kejun quietly cast a approving look at his son.

"Then eat your cooking tomorrow, is it okay?" Seeing Wen Baifan's hesitation, Qiao Xin raised her face pitifully and repeated, "Is it okay?"

Wen Baifan was caught in a dilemma by his cuteness, and scratched his head: "It's okay, but it's a bit troublesome to run around."

"Don't bother." Qiao Kejun glanced at him lightly.

Wen Baifan quickly distinguished: "I didn't mean that..."

"I heard that the opposite side of your house is looking for a tenant, haven't you found it yet?" Qiao Kejun added a little water to his glass.

Wen Baifan's heart was racing, he was vaguely looking forward to something, and he was afraid that he might misunderstand the other party's meaning, so it took him a long time to react, and he nodded, "No, no."

"That's right, rent it to us." Qiao Kejun raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

To be honest, Wen Baifan suddenly didn't know how to define the relationship between him and Qiao Kejun.

They lived together in a daze, even though they were separated by a wall and a door.

There was no confession, and there was no more intimate contact after that drunken kiss, only occasionally holding hands secretly.

The two maintain an innocent landlord and pretty tenant... No, in short, it is this kind of innocent and ambiguous relationship between the landlord and the tenant. Apart from unfamiliarity, there is no lack of tacit understanding, and there is also sweetness in the clumsiness. A string of sorrows tangled into a dead knot in his heart.

The second identity that cannot be revealed is an insurmountable obstacle between the two.

In the construction of an intimate relationship, the first step to open your heart is to open your life and let the other person come in, so as to discover yourself in different dimensions.However, Wen Baifan didn't want to drag him into this chaotic and lightless world, and this part in the darkness was an indispensable part that made him who he is now.

Zhao Ming once told him that if there is someone who wants to spend the rest of his life with him in the future, he must report to him immediately. The organization will use special means to censor his partner, but will not interfere too much.Wen Baifan has never been forbidden to fall in love with anyone, but the contradiction lies in whether he is willing to let his lover be tied up with this kind of life that he can neither agree with nor break free from.

This was supposed to be a question that he should think about clearly when determining a relationship, but the weirdness of the human heart is that we can never be tempted by a person when everything is ready.The arrival of love is like a panicked butterfly jumping into the white spider silk.

Fortunately, Zhao Ming seemed to be very busy recently, he hadn't seen anyone for several days, and even the bar was closed, so Wen Baifan just acted like an ostrich, and didn't have to think about confessing to him for the time being, and planned to talk about it after the new year.

With less than two days left until New Year's Eve, the lazy atmosphere is as contagious as a yawn, spreading one after another.

In less than a week, Qiao Kejun moved the house, so this weekend, the landlord Wen Baifan invited two new tenants, one big and one small, to buy new household items together.

As the migrant population returned home one after another, the huge imperial city became empty.Xiaochun Xincheng is a one-stop shopping mall located in the bustling city center. The last weekend before the Chinese New Year is also the time when the mall has the least number of people in a year.

The winter sun shines on the long escalator through the floor-to-ceiling glass, and the elevator is usually full of people standing there, but there is no one else except Qiao Kejun and Wen Baifan.

The escalator slowly went up, and Wen Baifan saw that there was no place to go up and down, and there was no one around, so he beat Qiao Kejun's back affectionately with his head, and complained: "You gave your son a stimulant before going out. Well, I was almost exhausted from walking by him."

"Don't follow step by step, let him run as far as he can." Qiao Kejun held three or five shopping bags in one hand and put the other in his trouser pocket, and said calmly, "Anyway, I can't lose it."

Wen Baifan hit him with the head again angrily, "It's because of a father like you that you are so incomprehensible that brother Xiaoxin was abducted before. Fortunately..."

Qiao Kejun narrowed his eyes: "Fortunately what?"

Wen Baifan choked, and at this moment, a melodious nursery rhyme sounded from his pocket.

I almost said the wrong thing, but luckily my phone rang.

Luo Fei gave a soft "Hello" to the phone.

"What disgusting tone is this, typo." Wen Baifan clicked his tongue.

"Are you awake? I'm afraid that you won't wake up and get angry at me." Luo Fei's voice suddenly returned to normal, "What are you doing up so early on weekends, have you changed your sex? By the way, Yanyan and I will watch today. Movie, shall we have dinner together at noon? It's in the commercial plaza near your house."

Such a coincidence?

Wen Baifan glanced at Qiao Kejun quickly, and said vaguely, "Ah, I'm with my friends..."

"Then call your friends together." Luo Fei didn't take it seriously, "Yanyan said that she wanted to eat the old hot pot on the second floor. Their portions are so big that the two of us can't order a few dishes. Go and take it first depending on the time." Seat, we'll be right there."

Wen Baifan was wondering how to answer, when his palms suddenly itched, Qiao Kejun secretly scratched him.

Wen Baifan gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay."

"Wait, don't hang up!" Luo Fei suddenly shouted.

Wen Baifan put the phone away from his ears helplessly: "I didn't hang up, the fortune teller said that I can live to at least ninety."

Luo Fei lowered his voice, but couldn't hide the wretchedness and curiosity in his tone: "It's incredible that you actually have an appointment on the weekend! Say, are you in a relationship? Which little fairy hooked your soul? "

"See you later." Wen Baifan hung up the phone without hesitation, and said to Qiao Xin, "Brother Xiaoxin, how about having hot pot for lunch? Can you eat spicy food? Your sister Tang and Brother Luo love spicy food so much. Let me order you a mandarin duck pot."

He secretly lowered Luo Fei's loud voice to his nephew's generation.

"Hot pot!" Qiao Xin looked up and said cheerfully, "I haven't eaten it before!"

"Have you never eaten hot pot?" Wen Baifan raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Qiao Xin lowered his head and took a sip of the juice, then raised his head and said, "Dad hates chopsticks in the soup."

"Your father has so many problems." Wen Baifan cast a helpless glance at Qiao Kejun.

The hot pot restaurant that Luo Fei and the others made an appointment with is a mid-to-high-end route, with exquisite decoration, and the distance between each table is large, so it won't be too noisy.When you enter the door, you can smell the aroma of hot pot. There is a smoke exhaust purifier directly above each table, and diners wear thin towels in front of them to prevent oil stains from getting on their clothes.

Even so, Qiao Kejun still walked a little stagnantly during the short distance from the lobby to the private room.

Qiao Xin was very excited, looking around all the way.After entering the private room, he turned around and saw Qiao Kejun's troubled face, and quickly comforted him in a low voice: "Look, everyone has a colander and common chopsticks. You won't eat other people's saliva."

"Shut up." Qiao Kejun frowned. He thought it was nothing at first, but now Qiao Xin's words made his stomach a little sick.

After the waiter finished serving the tea and closed the door of the box, Wen Baifan said to Qiao Xin, "I'll do a magic trick for you. Now close your eyes and count for 60 seconds. When you open them, I can cure your father's problems."

Qiao Xin was skeptical, but seeing that his father didn't object, he had no choice but to close his eyes honestly, "1, 2, 3..."

There was a crisp sound of cups and plates touching next to them, followed by tens of seconds of silence, Qiao Xin only heard his own counting in a low voice.

When he counted to "55", he heard Qiao Kejun chuckled, "Are you still playing?"

"59, 60!" Qiao Xin quickly opened his eyes.

I don't know if it's because the heating in the box is too high, Wen Baifan's face seems to be a little redder than before.

I saw him put his fist to his lips with an unnatural expression, and coughed lightly twice.

Qiao Xin rolled his eyes, and looked at Qiao Kejun suspiciously, only to see that his father's face had completely softened, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing that he was in a good mood.

"See what you want to eat, order whatever you want." Wen Baifan interrupted Qiao Xin's gaze, picked up the tablet for ordering food, and placed it in front of him.

Qiao Xin's attention was indeed attracted, and he happily pointed at the screen, "What's delicious here?"

"Brother Bai, we're here!" Luo Fei opened the door first and walked in. When he saw that the person next to Wen Baifan was Qiao Kejun, he couldn't help being startled, "You...you are here."

"Yes." Qiao Kejun responded lightly.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

It was Qiao Xin who took the initiative to say hello to the two of them, which broke the slightly weird atmosphere.

"Director Qiao, your son is so funny." Tang Huanyan couldn't resist this kind of big-eyed, white-skinned, cute and well-behaved child. She happily sat down next to Qiao Xin and bumped into him a la carte.

"I'll see you off." Qiao Kejun joked for the first time.

Luo Fei sat down in the empty seat between Tang Huanyan and Wen Baifan near the door.

Usually he is a little expert at enlivening the atmosphere, but today he unexpectedly talks less.

When the bottom of the pot was boiling, Tang Huanyan touched his elbow and asked him, "What do you want to eat?"

"Jealous." Luo Fei muttered.

Tang Huanyan burst out laughing, leaned close to Luo Fei's ear, and whispered quickly: "Why are you so jealous, you can't see the couple watches in their hands? You idiot."

Luo Fei followed her gaze and looked at Wen Baifan. Sure enough, there was a white mechanical watch on his wrist at some point.

Luo Fei was stunned for a full 2 ​​minutes as if struck by lightning. Then he came back to his senses, picked up the teapot, stood up, and eagerly added to Qiao Kejun: "Come on, brother Qiao, drink tea."

Qiao Kejun reached out to pick up the teacup with a calm expression, took a sip, and inadvertently revealed the watch on his wrist.

Black, same style.

Luo Fei's heart relaxed at first, and when he saw Wen Baifan from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help being a little tangled.

"I'm going to the toilet." Luo Fei stood up with complicated emotions.

Kid Qiao Xin wiped his mouth and jumped off the chair, "I'll go too."

"Let's go, brother will take you to the bathroom." Luo Fei pinched his ears hesitantly.

Wen Baifan joked, "Oh, hurry up, nephew."

Luo Fei pointed a finger at him and closed the door of the box.

"What, are you all going to live together?" Luo Fei's surprised echo came from the empty bathroom.

"alright."

Luo Fei carried Qiao Xin to the sink, and asked him furtively like a spy, "Then how do they usually get along?"

Qiao Xin thought for a while and said, "Uncle will ask Dad, are you satisfied with what you see?"

Such a heavy mouth?Luo Fei took a breath.

"Papa didn't say anything, but I could see he was very satisfied."

"You... just watching from the side?"

"alright."

"anything else?"

"Also..." Qiao Xin thought for a while, imitating the adult's tone, "Call out if you feel comfortable, your face is blushing, haha."

Luo Fei held onto the sink, feeling that he was about to lose his footing: "What else?"

Qiao Xin sneered: "Let's eunuch it after the Chinese New Year."

Luo Fei finally felt something was wrong, "Who said this to whom?"

"Dad said it to the cat, it always clings to Daddy and meows."

"Call out if you feel comfortable?"

"They're massaging each other's necks."

"Are you satisfied with that one?"

"Uncle made chestnut chicken and wants to hear our opinion."

Luo Fei pushed the door out with complicated emotions, but he never expected that behind him, Qiao Xin curled his lips, showing a look of caring for a fool.

The hot pot was very strong, Tang Huanyan was so hot that her eyes were watery and her nose was red.

The idiot Luo Fei kept echoing in his mind the vulgar love words between another couple at the same table that he had just heard from Qiao Xin, and at this moment, he was so blessed that he suddenly said: "Baby, don't cry, when you cry, I want to kill someone. "

As soon as the words were finished, the whole table fell silent, and the gurgling of Kongliu hot pot soup echoed cheerfully.

It was Wen Baifan who was the first to break the silence. He turned sideways and coughed frantically, not knowing whether it was from being hot or choking.Qiao Kejun frowned slightly, and silently handed him a tissue.Qiao Xin buried her face in the bowl, unable to see her expression clearly, but her shoulders shrugged slightly.Only Tang Huanyan laughed earth-shatteringly, and almost fell down among the dishes in front of her.

"When you smile, I want to give you this world." Luo Fei added affectionately.

"Okay, you give it to me, you're a liar if you don't." Tang Huanyan choked him with a smile.

Luo Fei accused her of being incomprehensible, "Bring what, the point is to bring it? Shouldn't you be moved to cry at this time?"

Tang Huanyan leaned on his shoulder and couldn't stop laughing, "I'm afraid you will kill me if I cry."

The dinner came to an end, and Qiao Kejun led his son to get up to wash his hands.

Wen Baifan took a sip of tea, and glanced at the two people present, seemingly casually: "Is there anything you want to say?"

Tang Huanyan put her face in her hands and blinked her eyes: "I hope it lasts a long time."

Wen Baifan smiled: "I don't know if it will last forever, but thank you for your blessing."

Luo Fei's mood was still a bit complicated. Although he had no objection to Wen Baifan's sexual orientation, everyone would feel a little uncomfortable when his best friend suddenly fell in love.He sighed, but finally said the same wish as Tang Huanyan.

Unexpectedly, after looking at him for a while, Wen Baifan suddenly smiled and said, "When you say this sentence, it doesn't feel like the original meaning."

Tang Huanyan was stunned for a moment, then she came to her senses and thumped Luo Fei angrily, "What kind of hooligans are you?"

Luo Fei was extremely wronged, and looked at Wen Baifan with inexplicable grief and indignation: "You shameless!"

Wen Baifan grinned, the silently tense string in his heart finally loosened.

On the way home from a walk, Wen Baifan asked Qiao Kejun, "How do you usually eat New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Eat with brother Xiaoxin."

"Where's your dad, don't you meet each other during Chinese New Year?" Wen Baifan asked cautiously.

"He's been busy this year."

Wen Baifan paused, summoned up his courage to invite, "Then... why don't you come to my aunt's house?"

Qiao Kejun raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Okay."

In the Joker bar with its doors closed, a special guest came today.

"The laboratory and funds are ready. When I go to country A to bring people back, I can start after the Chinese New Year." Zhao Ming slowly poured the wine into the cup, "During this time, you might as well stay in Chaocheng .”

"Yes." The other party cherished words like gold.

"I'm looking forward to that day." Zhao Ming raised his wine glass towards Qiao Hengjing, his eyes seemed to hide a pool of magma, and the hot and manic emotions were churning in the square inch, "This time, I wish us success."

Chapter [-]: The Dark Grid of Memory