when you stare into the abyss

This was the first intimate contact between the two of them in a conscious state, and under the premise that Nie Zhiyan knew that Wan Tong liked her.Her heart trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if being hit by something, the tip of her nose lightly touched the bridge of the other's nose, and she could feel a strange breath surging silently between them.The woman's delicate face turned red in an instant, and she unconsciously gathered her five fingers on the bed sheet, and the heels of her palms were trying to exert force to support her upright.Wan Tong, who was below him, felt his ears were burning, and hummed in a husky voice: "Aunt Yan."

As the lips parted slightly, in an instant, the hot red lips wrapped in the cool softness, the faint mint flavor, and the numbing sweetness melted away.Close at hand, she saw the eyes of the person in front of her suddenly enlarged.There was no retreat, no expression of disgust, and even a flash of burning heat.

Does Aunt Yan have feelings for herself?

is it?

Wan Tong was still reminiscing and thinking over and over again, and in the next second, the weight on his body was gone.She also sat up, put the photo back into the book, watched the woman turn her back, and pushed open a cabinet door, not knowing what she was doing.

Nie Zhiyan lowered her head, casually grasping a piece of summer clothes with both hands, the residual heat from Wan Tong still remained on her lips, her eyes gradually dimmed.Being dominated by hormones just now, I almost couldn't hold on, almost sank, and even my legs started to feel a little weak...

She gritted her teeth, her clothes were pulled into a wrinkled ball, and she slowly recovered before she flattened the fabric with a sullen face.

Someday, iron it with an iron.

Nie Zhiyan turned around, suppressed all emotions, and said calmly, "Go to sleep." Seeing the girl frowning slightly, she realized that she forgot again.She turned her head, reached out and took out the light blue letter pad in the drawer of the bedside table, opened the cap of the pen, and leaned over to write Duanxiu's words.

"Rest early, good night."

She didn't want to make Wan Tong feel bad, so she added two words: "Sweet dream."

In addition to the mobile phone memos, writing has become their communication method these days. The first few pages of this notebook are densely written, most of which are in Nie Zhiyan's handwriting. One day Wan Tong wrote a few sentences on the back on a whim.

But her handwriting is ugly, and she doesn't want to destroy the overall beauty, so there are only these two sentences.

In any case, I was very satisfied tonight, Wan Tong lay down and smiled at the woman: "Good night, Aunt Yan."

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Late at night, close to ten o'clock, the nightlife in Wanli Lane has just started. There is a bar at the end of the alley. The mixed air is filled with a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol. The music is turned up to the maximum, and the whistles and screams are almost deafening. ear.On the dance floor, men and women sway wildly with blurred eyes and no sense of proportion.

On a table in the corner, on the marble tabletop, the water in the transparent cup seems to have not diminished at all. The person wearing a black fisherman hat has sharp eyes, observing the surroundings like an eagle.

Next to the bar, a woman in a dark skirt approached slowly with a wine list, and sat on her right, asking in a soft voice: "This weekend, we have a [-]% discount on wine in our store, and customers need to order a drink ?"

Why is the voice so familiar?The eyes under the fisherman's hat slightly raised to meet the eyes of the woman on the upper body.

Although the makeup on the face is thicker than usual, it can still be recognized at a glance: "Why are you here?"

"You." The person in the short skirt was Xiao Bei. When he met Nie Zhilan face to face, he picked up the wine list and planned to escape, "Since you don't need it, I excuse you."

"Come back, let me order a drink." Nie Zhilan pulled the person who wanted to escape, and asked in a low voice, "Are you investigating the case privately?"

"Leave me alone."

"Not safe."

"Whether you need alcohol or not, don't interfere with my work." Xiao Bei was irritable. She was hired to this bar to sell alcohol temporarily on weekends, so why did she meet this friend on the first day.

Under the table, Nie Zhilan held her hand tightly, not letting her break free, and pointed to the dry martini in the first row with her left hand: "How much is a glass?"

"There's a price next to it."

"Fox, cooperate, I'm also investigating." Nie Zhilan lowered her voice again.

"128."

"what about this?"

"98."

"this."

"118."

……

In the row on the left, Xiao Bei finished quoting prices one by one. Nie Zhilan suddenly let go of her hand, and said: "Go home early, selling wine is not suitable for you, I still like you who are eloquent in court."

After finishing speaking, he bypassed the people sitting on the sofa and walked towards the depths of the bar.

Nie Zhilan stared at it for almost two hours, and finally the yellow hair appeared. She whispered into the headset, "Brother Zhao, there is a situation on my side, you guys are ambush."

"Nie, Team Nie, Jiu, the signal in the bar is not good, where is your current location?" came the intermittent voice.

"Look at the location." Nie Zhilan kept silent, turned on her phone, and started real-time location sharing with a profile picture that she added as a friend a few days ago, and then followed Huang Mao not far or close.

Huang Mao didn't seem to know that someone was following her, so she walked very slowly. After passing a back alley and a commercial street, she walked into an open yard, and then went out through the back door of the yard. Only then did she find herself in a cramped and somewhat damp alley .

Huang Mao stopped suddenly, and at the corner, four or five people with sticks and knives stood behind him.

Unsurprisingly.

Nie Zhilan hadn't moved her muscles and bones for a long time. She lowered her hand on the protruding part of her right waist, then clenched it into a fist, and said loudly: "Come on." The elbow slammed into his left wrist, pulled the forearm forward, and took the short stick from his hand.

The speed was extremely fast, and the other four people had no time to make a move.

Nie Zhilan held the wooden stick and threw it hard at the back of the dazed person next to her. With a muffled sound, it was difficult for him to get up.

There was a huge disparity in strength, several people were not her opponents at all, and fell to the ground one by one, but for Nie Zhilan, it was not enough to warm up.

One of the purposes of her trip was to catch Huang Mao, regardless of the other punks who were lying down, and approached the spectators step by step with handcuffs.

However, just two steps forward, Huangmao's cold voice sounded: "Compare, is your movement faster, or my bullets are faster."

There is a gun.

Nie Zhilan immediately grabbed the gun stock at her waist, Huang Mao knew that she also had a gun, and shouted: "Move your hand again, and I will shoot right away."

"Throw the gun over here," he added.

"What if I don't give it?" The woman tightened her grip on the butt of the gun, and took a step forward. She didn't believe that the other party would really shoot. The black hand behind the scenes definitely didn't want her to die immediately.

Huang Mao trembled a little, he only had one bullet, and he was thinking about where to hit the opponent without hurting his vitals: "You, take another step and try?"

Nie Zhilan chuckled, and stepped out with her left foot again, but unexpectedly, another person behind her with a short stick smashed her back shoulder with all his strength.Her arm went limp, and she didn't come up in one breath, and the wooden stick almost fell.

The man with the knife took advantage of the gap in her reaction to sneak attack. Although Nie Zhilan dodged in time, she still received a knife on her right forearm, and blood burst out immediately.

It hurts.

Don't expect Ma Zhao to come with his teammates, but why didn't the person introduced to her by Zhao Yingying come?

At this moment, the ear-piercing roar came from far and near, and then, there was a shout like a loudspeaker: "Police!"

The five fled at the sound and disappeared at the end of the alley. Nie Zhilan turned around, and the woman on the black Suzuki 250 motorcycle turned off the speaker of her mobile phone, handed her a helmet, and said simply: "Get in the car."

The wind at the end of October was already a bit bitter, Xiao Bei walked in a hurry, couldn't find a jacket, only changed into trousers, she twisted the accelerator, the cold wind hit her arms, and goose bumps popped out instantly.

Nie Zhilan, who was holding her waist behind her, could see clearly, and immediately took off her coat and put it on her shoulders.

"I'm not cold, how is your injury?" Xiao Bei asked nervously.

"It's okay, little hurt."

"I'll take you home. Doctor Nie should know how to bandage."

"okay."

Xiao Bei didn't know if Nie Zhilan had other injuries on her body, her face was full of worry, and her heart was in a mess.

The compound of the police station must be very safe, she decided to send him downstairs and leave.

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At about twelve o'clock, the motorcycle stopped in the parking lot of the police station compound. Xiao Bei was about to leave, but Nie Zhilan asked him to keep him.

"So late, let's go tomorrow morning."

"No, I will have a court session with Master tomorrow morning."

"I'll drive you off at seven o'clock."

Xiao Bei frowned, still hesitating, he looked up just in time to see the bloodshot eyes of the other party, worried about her injury, and finally nodded.

After returning home, Nie Zhiyan helped to treat the wound, saying that it was nothing serious, only a skin injury, Xiao Bei finally let go of his nervous heart.

Under the shower in the bathroom, she relaxed her nerves, and leaned against the cold tiles, the color of her eyes gradually changed unconsciously.

In Nie Zhilan's bedroom, Xiao Bei was wearing a loose T-shirt, lying near the window.After a while, the door was gently closed, and the soft bed beside her collapsed slightly. She turned sideways, staring at the other party with charming eyes.

"Rabbit, why did you lure me to the bed?"

Nie Zhilan looked back in disbelief: "I, the fox, you."

"You, me, and me, why are you hesitating?" Xiao Bei rolled over and sat on the opponent's lap, and continued, "I'm already at your house, why don't I do anything?"

"No, fox, how did you become so fast?" Nie Zhilan remembered that it was very difficult to keep her, so she couldn't figure out the reason for a while, was it the legendary play hard to get?

"I just want you to take the initiative." The person on the lap said, with soft five fingers reaching into the thin shirt to touch Nie Zhilan's waist, with a little strength, slowly upward: "Can't you?"

The author has something to say: Good night, it's a little late today.