Against the current Hengdao

The next day, Mr. Yan went out to work early in the morning with the wind on his feet, and he did not leave a lively figure of greetings, laughing and splashing water on each other.He even had enough time to buy breakfast for everyone and put two stacks of lunch boxes on the living room table.

As usual, he reserved two boxes of Ling He's favorite food separately, and when he left, a group of lazy people hadn't gotten up yet.

He is the only one in the company, and he has never seen that the boss is the earliest in the company.Standing in a room with a height of more than ten floors, facing the large floor-to-ceiling windows, he can see his state of mind at a glance. He looks at the city at the moment when the thick fog is lifted and the twilight appears, and recalls the experiences of these years.

He has fallen in love with someone in his life, and he has a clear conscience in doing things, never regrets, never despises himself, and never resents the other person.

When it was time to go to work, Mr. Yan also cameo as the receptionist, standing in the wind behind the counter at the gate, pretending to type with his eyelids down, and then raised his eyes to swipe the card of each employee, saying "Morning".

He surprised Yao Dami and the girls who came in chattering together.The pancake in his mouth flew to the file table, and the steamed stuffed bun in his hand made a "sizzling" sound, which made Yao Mi's face full of grease, from mascara to the shadow powder on the bridge of his nose, and then put the new Yves Saint Laurent The full red lips modified by the limited edition lipstick are painted into a big mouth, ruining a perfect and delicate makeup.

Yao Dami, who has always been a good actor, didn't cry and hug Mr. Yan's thigh today to let him pay for his perfect makeup face. He didn't care about showing off in the office area with his oily face. In front of the knife table.

Yan Xiaodao raised his eyes: "The quarterly bonus has already been paid, what else do you want to do?"

Secretary Yao shook his head, smiled without restraint, complacent and secretive, and suddenly stretched out his left hand to him!

The happy girl wore a platinum and diamond ring on her left middle finger, which was not a big pigeon egg but was very sincere to the salaryman, shining dazzling light on her slender hand.

Yan Xiaodao was taken aback, and then said sincerely: "Congratulations, beautiful woman, which man is so blessed?"

"Thank you, Mr. Yan." Secretary Yao pursed his lips and smiled, "Well, I asked for it last night, and I was reserved for a while...Mr. Yan, at the wedding, if you don't invite anyone, you must be invited!"

Yan Xiaodao snorted: "Do you really want to invite me, or wait for the red envelope to replace your broken car with a new one? Okay, I'll prepare the big red envelope first."

"Thank you, boss! The big red envelope is a must!" Secretary Yao smiled happily, "I actually want to ask you to be the chief best man, but you are so handsome, like a star, it is not appropriate to compare my husband ah!"

Yan Xiaodao's smile was quietly drawn into the corner of Yao Dami's mouth at the moment when Yao Dami went out on a high-heeled catwalk and closed the door, his facial expression and the simple and low-key office decoration background gradually merged into a blur.

He couldn't help stretching out his hands, the back of his hands, the palms of his hands, turning them over and over for a long while.

He has never worn any rings before, and he doesn't rarely wear jade rings like the ostentatious jade rings of local tyrants, and no one gives away diamond rings that match his heart's desire!His hands covered with hard skin scars may be a pair of hands that are not suitable for wearing rings. He is a rough person, and no one exchanges rings with him.

I have been used to it since I was a child, as if I have never been held in the palm of my hand and loved him, so I never expect anyone to take pity on him.

……

In the evening, all the staff clocked out of get off work as usual, and Yan Xiaodao put on his coat and stepped into the elevator, so he didn't hear the exclamation of Yao Dazi, who finally got off work and was finally able to fish in troubled waters and surf the Internet for a few minutes of entertainment and gossip in the office area.

Secretary Yao's face turned pale, the dazzling diamond in his left hand dazzled the computer screen, he turned his head and said to his colleague in a daze, "Oh my god, my god, come and take a look, the rumors on the Internet say who died, is it true or not? ...the one who came to our company to take a group photo a few days ago, he died?!..."

The company is not far from home, and it belongs to the Port New Area in terms of administrative division.

Yan Xiaodao caught a glimpse of the lingering gray car behind him again at the same time as he received Liang Youhui's call.

Every time the gray car just chased him and checked his whereabouts, it didn't do anything bad if it didn't bump into him or fight with him, but our boss Yan is not in a good mood today.

He connected the headset: "Hello, Youhui?"

Liang Youhui's voice was broken and intermittent, it sounded like the noisy radio waves from a dilapidated car stereo that was on the verge of collapse and laid off, as if he was also driving: "Xiaodao, Xiaodao, where are you?"

Yan Xiaodao said: "On the way home from the company, what's the matter with your voice being so messy?!"

While talking here, he glanced at the rearview mirror, gritted his teeth coldly, and suddenly turned onto the sidewalk, catching the little gray car behind him off guard and being driven to the front by him.He then rushed down the pavement and onto the ass of the gray car.

The stalked becomes the stalker in an instant.

Liang Youhui continued to make a sound like a crashing electric wave, shaking the ripples: "Xiaoxiaodao, can I come to you, I'm a little scared, something happened to me..."

"What's the matter, you talk!" Yan Xiaodao said the most annoying speech, he knew that Liang Shao was still in the new district in the past few days, and was looking for a long-term hotel or apartment.He slammed on the accelerator to force the car in front of him in the long snake gossip formation in the traffic jam after get off work, but stepped on the brakes at the moment when he almost smashed the other's ass, and roughly pushed the other car's bumper.

"I, I, my family, no no no no no no the hotel room where I live, it seems that someone died..." Liang Youhui's voice was drowned in the collision.

"What?! I can't hear what you're saying!" Yan Xiaodao pulled the handbrake and got out of the car at this moment, and he was able to pull out the person in the gray car in front of him, and lifted the brim of his hat to see clearly.He always had a strange sixth sense in his heart, doubting someone... But Mr. Liang, an ignorant scumbag, could hold him back in the air at critical moments. Unfortunately, it was unblocked suddenly, and the gray car stomped on the accelerator and slipped away.

The unknown fire in Yan Xiaodao's belly dissipated a little bit, he didn't want to admit that he was stimulated by the pigeon egg in Miss Yao's hand today, he also wanted to give one, to whom?Who can hurt him once.

He slowed down and drove towards his villa area: "Youhui, I didn't hear what you just said."

Liang Youhui was panting heavily, but his voice was very low. At this time, he was still avoiding the situation and lost his mind: "Can I go to your house? I'm in your community now. Which building are you? I don't have a place to live. My room Here, it seems that someone is dead..."

Liang Youhui said some more words. To Yan Xiaodao, the voice was like an old-fashioned jukebox grinding old records to rustle through time, and the voice was completely unreal.

Yan Xiaodao's eyes watching the road in front of him changed color inch by inch, and the surrounding green roads suddenly shrank into a ball in his black pupils, and then quickly enlarged, shaking and circling crazily.

"Youhui, what did you say?"

"Who's dead?!"

……

Yan Xiaodao drove into the electronically controlled gate of his home, Liang Youhui waited beside the tree-lined path, and waved the taxi away.

Liang Youhui trotted with his head down in despair, followed Yan Xiaodao's car and entered the courtyard.The hair on the top of this person's head is a clump of chicken coops that have not been tidied up. The clothes are obviously worn yesterday and have not been changed today, with a layer of folds left after a lazy sleep. The style of the children is gone today.

Yan Xiaodao asked inexplicably, "Where's your car?"

Liang Youhui cried and spread his hands, "The car is gone, I don't know, what's going on, I don't know anything..."

Yan Xiaodao was angry, and his heart trembled: "What the hell did you see?"

Liang Youhui stared at him blankly, and when he saw his "confidant brother" and "protector god", he calmed down and came back to his senses: "I didn't go back to the hotel last night, I went out to play, slept until noon, and then went back in the afternoon , Just now, before I went back, I heard the cleaner who cleaned the room screaming. The room was full of blood, the bed was all over the wall, and the floor was all over the floor. As for the eyes, it’s just like in the movie, it’s so scary..."

Open your eyes, even if you die, you can't rest in peace.

The two stood in front of the villa building in the front yard, one was anxious and the other was far-fetched.Liang Youhui didn't need to talk anymore, because at this time, several brothers under Mr. Yan came out with panic expressions on their faces that "there is an important situation that needs to be reported to the boss".

Fengfeng and Kuanzi accompanied Mr. Yan to the Red Square reception. "Boss, isn't he the singer who invited us to see the concert the day before yesterday?" Yang Xifeng handed over his phone directly, and swiped through several webpages on different websites in succession, almost causing his nerves to paralyze.

Yan Xiaodao bowed his head and silently watched the news with a stern expression, without saying a word.

The Internet is a thing that completely subverts the dimension of life. It will always be overwhelming when it is caught off guard. It will always run at the front line of the audience's ability to bear it, and even keep striding across the excitement of crushing the keyboard warriors.It's just that when such events happen, such excitement seems more cruel.Before the official Weibo released any official caliber, rumors and rumors from various channels were already raging. To sum it up in one sentence: the big star Mai Yunliang, who just finished a concert in the local area a few days ago, died unexpectedly.

Yan Xiaodao's Adam's apple twitched.

More details unfolded in the few words of the whistleblower. It may be that the waiter who witnessed the hotel jumped out eagerly to ask for hot spots: "Just tell me some facts that I saw. Mai Yunliang died in a certain high-end six-star hotel, and He died naked, with no clothes on at the time."

"The identity of the wealthy businessman is unknown. I don't know who did it. The judgment on the spot seems to have played too much, and it ended up playing to death."

"Oh my god, Mai Yunliang has never disclosed a girlfriend, he could be a crooked one, or that kind of hobby, really disillusioned!"

"That's right, it is. The room looks a lot like the training scene set up in the movie. There are many weird and scary toys. It is said that it is more serious than sexual asphyxiation. Because there is a lot of blood, it seems to be caused by excessive blood loss. Dead, the rich are so cruel."

……

Yan Xiaodao's eyes hurt so much that he had to blink frequently to recognize the small words on the screen. All kinds of revelations and exaggerations rushed to test his defense line, where no one else could see.He tried his best to hold on to his mountain-like expression, his heart seemed to be torn apart, and he was uncomfortable being grabbed and stirred.

No one else knew, but he had met Mai Yunliang just yesterday evening, and the two had said those very important things.

He has such a good memory that it has become a heavy burden and burden.Mai Yunliang's words and past events recounted echoed one after another, setting off the harshest and sharpest words in Internet rumors, which cannot be erased.

……

Yan Xiaodao has a different position from the various gossip teams in Banner Lie Lie. He is a sober and well-informed person who stands on the threshold between the inside and the outside of the game.Standing in the wind, he suddenly looked up at Liang Youhui: "Did you call the police?"

Liang Youhui shook his head blankly: "I'm terrified, and I want to ask you what to do."

"The hotel will definitely call the police when they see it, and you don't need to report it." Yan Xiaodao quickly answered for this person, but then frowned and looked at Liang Shao, "Who is the rich businessman mentioned on the Internet? Who else lives in your room, tell me the truth ?”

Liang Youhui shook his head: "No, it's just me, but I didn't do anything."

What a fucking pig brain!

Yan Xiaodao wanted to wake up the young master who was still taking a foolish route on behalf of Liang's father: "You killed someone in your room, Youhui, what are you doing here? You shouldn't have left the scene."

He could even see slight bloodstains on Liang Youhui's trousers and shoe toes, but it was also Mai Yunliang's blood, stepping on the lawn of his front yard, even the slightest trace after washing could be tested for biochemical reactions.

Liang Youhui's handsome face was full of frustration and disappointment, and his gaze followed Yan Xiaodao's wandering figure: "Xiaodao, do you ignore me? If something happens, you just, you just like this, and you still yell at me... ..."

"It's not about you, but you shouldn't leave the scene and run around. It's a very simple thing. It makes you abscond from my house as if you were disgusted and absconded in fear of crime!" Yan Xiaodao shook his head very helplessly. Talking to different people is really tiring.For no reason, the figure of Ling He flashed across his mind. Talking to Mr. Ling will definitely not be tiring, and there will be no nonsense——Is Ling He still at home?

Young Master Liang blew his reddened nose, and entered the house by grabbing the back of Yan Xiaodao's windbreaker like a heavy weight attached to it, as if holding the knife in this way would give him a sense of security.Linwan New Area is not his home territory, his best buddy here, the person he trusts the most, is really Yan Xiaodao, so when something goes wrong, apart from calling his father for help, he runs to the nearest buddy to take refuge.Young Master Liang didn't think about so many considerations about whether he should come or not. First, he was afraid and needed a solid arm to lean on, so he looked for Yan Xiaodao; second, he had no place to live, so he needed Yan Xiaodao even more. knife.These were the only two important things in his mind. As for who the deceased was and how he died, his brain capacity couldn't take care of that much.This is a super giant baby who lacks a strong mind and the ability to take care of himself.

And Yan Xiaodao is just the kind of person who can give others a sense of security, and has always been very reliable.

If Yan Xiaodao was the one to solve the case, he would have ruled out Liang Shao first, so Liang Youhui didn't have to run away at all.As for Liang Youhui's pure and weak temper, this person can't even kill a cat, even if he is unrestrained, he won't kill anyone.

Yan Xiaodao threw the giant baby onto the sofa, and casually tossed the man two bags of snacks: "Youhui, take a rest first, and watch your watch by yourself, in less than half an hour, the Criminal Police Team of the City Bureau will come to invite you." You can wait here for questioning from the bureau. Don’t wash your face and change clothes in my house, just sit here and don’t move your nest! Don’t trample your biological traces all over my house!”

The super giant baby obviously felt that Master Dao disliked him, and at this moment, the silence stopped, and finally he didn't dare to ask mentally handicapped questions like "How did the criminal police find you here so quickly", but the innocent and pitiful expression was almost He clutched the corner of his clothes and gnawed on his fingers.

Yan Xiaodao didn't even have the heart to feel disgusted and dissatisfied, two things were entangled and magnified in his mind.It was Mr. Mai who died, why did this happen all of a sudden?How did people die and who did it?

Before he went upstairs, he passed Yang Xifeng, and he signaled upstairs with his eyes.

Fengfeng said in a low voice: "I have been upstairs all the time, but I have never gone downstairs. I brought the lunch up, and I didn't eat too much. Don't you have a bad appetite?"

Yan Xiaodao didn't eat much in the company at noon, and his mood seriously affected his appetite.He felt even more guilty towards Ling He.

Recalling the situation last night carefully, he felt that Ling He suddenly became stiff and furious when he reached into his pants and stroked vigorously, touching the soft and firm part of his buttocks that was almost indulgent.It seemed that he could move his legs, if he hadn't been pressed hard, he would have jumped up from the bed... Maybe he did too much and was too rude.

The translucent curtains in the living room fluttered in the wind, and there was no one on the piano bench or sofa.The person in the wheelchair is sitting on the terrace with a cluster of tall and gorgeous maple trees as the background, the back view of the long hair is very beautiful, and he is leisurely looking at the magnificent sea and sky scenery of the port.

San Niang, who is lively and active in white and gray, was running around on the terrace, making intimate contact with Mr. Ling's thigh with her neck from time to time.

Sanniang was eating something on the ground.

"Don't eat indiscriminately!" Yan Xiaodao growled and suddenly strode up to the wooden terrace, and the solemn steps squeezed the wooden boards to make a hoarse sound, which startled the dog.Without hesitation, Yan Xiaodao took out something half-chewed from San Niangzi's mouth. His fingers were very sharp and he was not afraid of being scratched by the dog's teeth. Aww.

Ling He raised his head to look at him in a little surprise, he was pinching half a cold steamed stuffed bun with his fingertips, which looked like it was left over at noon.

The other half of the steamed stuffed bun was picked out by Yan Xiaodao. The third lady expressed her grievance and indignation, twisted her hips and let out a "Wow", very dissatisfied with such an overbearing and centralized dictatorship.

Yan Xiaodao gave a very rigid explanation: "I always don't let these two dogs eat indiscriminately, for fear of being fed something that shouldn't be eaten."

The corners of Ling He's lips showed a faint expression: "I just fed half a steamed stuffed bun. Isn't this steamed stuffed bun called 'the dog doesn't care'? I'll try it, and the dog still ignores it."

"It seems that Sanniang is not a dog, she has become a spirit." Ling He gave him a blank look.

Yan Xiaodao's explanation is also true, Lord Xiong and Sanniang were trained by him, only he, Fengfeng, and Kuanzi can eat in this family, and the three of them take turns to feed each morning and evening, and they cannot eat what others give them. Dog food must be infallible.These are a pair of guard dogs raised in his villa, and he tries to be cautious in managing the dogs.

To put it bluntly, if someone throws a bun over the wall and poisons your dog?

Yan Xiaodao didn't deliberately guard against someone, but was haunted and hit by many things he couldn't explain, and his spirit was overly sensitive...

Ling He was short and straightforward: "Did something happen to Mr. Mai? I heard you talking downstairs just now."

Ling He's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and under the mediation of the evening breeze, his face became darker and whiter. His eyes were deep and deep in thought, and he seemed to be confused and troubled by Mai Yunliang's matter.The well-proportioned upper body of this person is covered in Mr. Yan's flaxen shirt, and a large blanket covers his legs. The hands on his legs are skinny and slender. When he looks into the distance thoughtfully, he is much taller and mature than usual. The eyebrows are deep and unmeasurable, or maybe it is an illusion of perception? ...

Smart people never talk about the story of last night. They are all grown-ups. If the bed sheet is rolled, it will be rolled. If you don’t do it, you don’t do it. Stalker.

Yan Xiaodao looked at Ling He who was sitting safely, squinted his eyes and said, "You think, who did it?"

Ling He replied to him in amazement: "How do you say that? All I know is that the stupid young master downstairs definitely didn't do it. He didn't go to make a statement to find an alibi, but ran to you to seek refuge. It's ridiculous!"

Yan Xiaodao said with difficulty: "Looking at the description of the situation, it went too far in the hotel and tortured people to death."

Ling He's tone was dull and indifferent, and he didn't even look at him: "There are so many guests, let's line up one by one, there are dozens of people, everyone is suspicious?"

Yan Xiaodao's heart tightened suddenly, but he couldn't refute Ling He's ugly words.Whenever Ling He mentions Mai Yunliang, he is always contemptuous and contemptuous. Even after hearing the news of the other party's death, he still does not change his old indifference, showing no pity or empathy.However, now that Yan Xiaodao has vaguely guessed some insider sources, he can't tell whether he should "understand" Mr. Ling's attitude, or feel sad?

"I'm straight, don't mind Mr. Yan, just tell the truth." Ling He sensed that he was unhappy, and he slammed another thunderbolt, "For example, if the person who died on the bed last night was unfortunately me, and it was me. If someone kills you in that kind of violent, stimulating and heavy-tasting sex, then almost the only suspect is you, Mr. Yan, who seems to be very interested in me. There must be inexplicable ties to me, otherwise you Help Mr. Mai to line up a row, can you line up a suspended mahjong hand and see which cards can draw?"

……

The port was covered with dark clouds and rain was about to come. The whole sky seemed to be angry and changed face. It suddenly became gloomy, revealing the old dirt and ash hidden behind the bright and clean back.

Yan Xiaodao opened his eyes wide, unwilling to believe Ling He in front of him at this moment.Qingcheng's face still moved his heart, and every word he said was to cut his heart with a knife, and if there was no bleeding, he would make it up again without mercy.

Yan Xiaodao said nothing, turned around and walked down the terrace.

Ling He's dark green and beautiful pupils reflected the back of the knife, and with the force of chewing his molars, he suppressed the deepest desire in his heart to crawl through the thorns and ravines all over the ground, drag the knife back across the mountains and ask him to stay , let that figure finally disappear by the door in disappointment and desolation.

Ling He turned his face away, looked up at the bloody red sun in the sky, and finally fell into the ocean, allowing himself to restore his original appearance, just like he was on the "Cloud".

everything is over.

It all started too.

The two may no longer be able to maintain the tenderness of heart-to-heart communication, and no longer need the tenderness and consideration of hypocrisy and obedience.However, at the moment when the storm and hail came, the [-] domino he was quietly holding in his hand was almost rounded by his fingerprints, so why could it still cut his hand and heart? Woolen cloth?