[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

When Shang Han turned over the keys at the door of the house after get off work, he paused slightly.

A burst of footsteps and clanging sounds could be heard from across the room. With a slight smile on his lips, he put away the key, and pushed open the door that was originally concealed. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Mo Yu in the kitchen. A busy figure.

The bachelor apartment that I bought with all kinds of hesitation at the beginning, now it seems that it is not a loss.He took the chopsticks, put them down silently under Mo Yu's slap in the face, took off his coat and washed his hands before returning.

Shang Han took the chopsticks and joked again, "It's really a blessing to sleep until late at night."

Mo Yu seemed to be praised after hearing this, but said lightly, "I'm so busy thinking, but I can think more openly at night."

This was Shang Han's dinner, but it was Mo Yu's first meal of the day.

Although Shang Han often works overtime due to work needs, he is still a nine-to-five office worker.But Mo Yu is a night worker, holding a computer as a baby at night, and staying at home to sleep during the day.

But these two people with completely different schedules live together under the same roof, and even in the short daily communication, there is some kind of comfort that may be called habit.

"Actually, I really didn't expect you to be able to cook." Shang Han took a bite of the food. When he said this, his eyes were filled with a happy smile. He didn't see the majesty of his profession, only the liveliness and complacency of a big boy .

After hearing this, Mo Yu raised her eyebrows slightly, and sat down opposite him generously, crossing her arms.

His body is thin, and he is wearing loose clothes, which should give people a sense of thinness, but his brows and eyes are light, clear eyes, and slender eyelashes, which make people feel elegant, not weak.

Shang Han recalled how the man in front of him looked like when he was a teenager, and he didn't dare to think about it for a moment.

"Ahan," Mo Yuqing's cool and proud voice came from next to his ear, "I can do everything." A pair of clear eyes pointedly looked at the file bag that Shang Han brought back today.

"It's about the casino." Shang Han smiled. "Smart man, can you help me?"

After eating, Shang Han sorted the materials on the table and watched Mo Yu's slender hand holding a marker pen to make marks on the huge whiteboard.This is what Mo Yu bought back on his own initiative. It is hung on the wall of the living room, and it is said to be used for recording inspiration. It is also his only renovation of this house.

Seeing him tidying up and thinking, Shang Han sighed slightly in his heart.Mo Yu is the smartest person he has ever met in his life, whether as a student or as a friend who helped him.

A little bit of clear and bright veins are outlined on the whiteboard with a black marker pen.Casino, sophistication, guarantee, key words from the list of prisons were picked out one after another, and recorded on the side with elegant fonts, and a black net appeared in the center of the whiteboard.

When exactly did he start to confess to that person unguardedly?Shang Han's eyes are dim, and the seeds may have been planted in his student days. After all, such a person is smart and keen, and should never be mediocre.

"It's almost there." Mo Yu's cold voice.

Shang Han didn't expect it to be so fast this time, he was slightly taken aback, and patiently waited for Mo Yu's inquiries and suggestions.

This is something that just happened recently, and it belongs to the kind of thunderstorms that are pouring before the wind and clouds rise.Over the years, the police arranged eyeliners, collected evidence everywhere, and balanced forces, in order to uproot the intricate and complicated underground casino.Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, a prince was parachuted from the casino to take charge. Under the drastic reforms, the work of the police was difficult, but what was worse was that the police knew nothing about the prince.

Seeing that Mo Yu didn't speak for a long time, Shang Han raised his head, "He has a lot of background and is highly valued by the superiors. He should be an old bird."

With a thoughtful expression, Mo Yu moved to the chair and sat down. Behind him was the whiteboard that he had drawn all over the information.

"Go ahead." Mo Yu ordered.

Between the criss-cross and black-and-white nets, he sat in front of the huge net.This situation made Shang Han involuntarily feel a chill, as if what he was facing was not a friend or a tenant, but the approaching cold night and endless darkness.

"What's wrong?" Mo Yu asked coldly.

Shang Han was taken aback for a moment, put aside the inexplicable feeling, and responded with a sideways glance, "It's nothing, you should say it."

Mo Yu didn't seem to care, and said lightly, "I haven't found out who went out of the prison, maybe they are newcomers."

"It's not possible to say, which rookie has such a great ability." When it comes to business, Shang Han immediately became serious, and the concise communication and clear information are very useful to soldiers and time travelers.

"What did the informants say?"

"There's very little useful information, he's rarely seen, and the best guess is a relative above the casino."

Yeah?Mo Yu curled her lips into a smile, "Is he really not showing his face?"

Shang Han looked at Mo Yu's questioning eyes and said with a smile, "How does the prince look like you? You are so nice."

After saying this, Shang Han's pupils shrank slightly, he didn't understand why there was such a throbbing, it was just how chic and straightforward the graduation parting was when he was a teenager.When they meet again, there will be so much embarrassment and bewilderment.

There was a whole seven years between them when they met each other, so how could they meet each other?

Over the years, he went to the police academy, solved cases, and got promoted.And where has Mo Yu been all these years?What did you do again?But Shang Han knew that he would never take the initiative to ask about these matters.

On that day, Mo Yu told him on the rooftop that he would not go to school.He was shocked, curious, and wanted to ask, but didn't have time to ask.Today, he has enough time, but has learned to respect.

"Do you really think of yourself as a slave? The prince in charge doesn't have a title in the casino?"

Shang Han knew that Mo Yu cared about the address, and the middle of the network on the whiteboard was not the word "Prince", but a small question mark.

Shang Han responded with a smile, "Of course there is, but I don't know who took it, and it's not appropriate to call him the prince, that person's title..." Then, he seemed to think of something interesting, and he didn't know if he was answering or scolding.

"Little wolf cub." Shang Han said.