Relocation Brigade

Wu Weiwei's question is like a cutting-edge scientific problem.

Li Hongyu was silent for a moment, and analyzed from a professional point of view: "Prevent ghosts from crawling on the bed."

"So that's the case." Wu Weiwei nodded, and then asked about others, "How many people are there in your special dispatch department? Have you sent them all out?"

"The five groups, except for those who stayed behind in each group, had a total of more than 80 people on duty." Li Hongyu's face turned ugly, "If this person who is behind the scenes is caught, he must be severely punished."

"Yes, it must be severely punished! It's so vicious! And it's very cunning, and it knows how to fold red paper into roses to attract people." Paper roses are delicate and beautiful, and it is easier to put people's guard down than red paper or red envelopes that appear abruptly on the ground.

Not long after the two chatted, Zhao Xunchang came back from the outside with the parrot. Seeing that Li Hongyu was still there, he nodded and entered the room, not wanting to talk further.

Wu Weiwei scratched his face, feeling that the old man was a little strange today.

His face was colder than before, and he spoke less, as if he didn't welcome Li Hongyu, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to mean that.

Now there are still four hours before twelve midnight. Excluding the time lost on the road, there are still three hours to rest.

Wu Weiwei was also afraid that he would not be able to survive in the middle of the night, so he yawned and asked Li Hongyu if he would go into the room with him for a while.

"No, I'll wait for you here." Li Hongyu said expressionlessly.

Wu Weiwei pursed his lips, it's fine if he doesn't go, it's more spacious by himself.

He hugged the back of his head with both hands, leisurely returned to the room and lay down, and after setting the alarm clock on his mobile phone, he fell asleep in a short while.

The clouds are thick tonight, there is no wind, no moon, and only a few faint stars can be seen occasionally in the sky.

Li Hongyu sat bored, and after playing with his mobile phone for a while, he went to the gate of the courtyard.

The fat and thin senior brother was standing outside the car feeding the mosquitoes. Seeing the little junior brother come out, the two finally scratched a few times and walked forward: "How is the chat going? Can they do something?"

"No, there is no other way but to wait for the monitoring results." Li Hongyu glanced at the two senior brothers.

It's not that he has a problem with people. In all fairness, these two people are really good at nothing.

Thinking of the attitude of the team leader forcing people to him before leaving, Li Hongyu was a little puzzled.

After thinking about it, the brothers usually only do clerical jobs, and it seems reasonable to replace the other two brothers and go out with him to practice.

After all, the civilian employees of the other two operations teams have long been turned into mobile team members, and they often go out with other people to perform tasks. It doesn't make sense that the civilian seniors in their group can continue to sit in the office holding a teacup.

Li Hongyu said: "I won't leave for the time being. I will go to Lin's house with Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei later. You will follow me, but you are not allowed to talk. Look carefully and listen carefully. You can go back and find out the details of the case."

"No problem." Fat senior brother replied with a smile.

Their little juniors are talented and capable, and they are the only apprentice of the temple master. If there is no accident, when the temple master retires, Li Hongyu will be the next temple master.

Isn't it right to listen to the words of the future master?

Li Hongyu nodded, thinking how pitiful it would be for his seniors to feed mosquitoes outside, so he asked, "I'll ask if there is any mosquito coil?"

"It's still the little brother who loves us." The skinny brother exaggerated, the drama was enough, and he almost burst into tears.

Wu Weiwei was about to fall asleep when he was woken up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a cold face.

He sat up rubbing his eyes and said sleepily, "What's wrong?"

Li Hongyu asked: "Is there any mosquito coil?"

Thinking it was a big deal, Wu Weiwei turned over and got out of bed, squatted in the storage box in the corner and found a box of mosquito coils, "I bought it before, but it has never been used, so you can take it out."

Yuhe Mountain is a very magical place. There are no mosquitoes in the house at the foot of the mountain. The whole house seems to be protected by an invisible glass cover. Such a phenomenon that is contrary to nature should be caused by someone behind the scenes. .

Mr. Zhao, Brother Chen, and Brother Jiang are all possible.

Li Hongyu thanked him with the mosquito repellent incense, turned around and went out. As soon as he reached the center of the yard, the cool wind swept past him with a sharp force, which was fleeting.

He stood still and looked behind him.

The courtyard was quiet, and every door was closed tightly without any abnormality.

He shook his head, maybe he was thinking too much, Mr. Zhao and Chen Ling were sitting together in this place, so there would be no evil spirits, not to mention that he didn't sense the Yin Qi from the cool wind.

Lift your feet and continue forward, through the courtyard gate.

Outside the commercial vehicle, the fat and thin brothers had new mosquito bags on their faces. Seeing the mosquito coil in the hands of the seniors, it was like a mouse that had been hungry for a long time saw cheese and pounced on it and reached out to snatch it off.

The packaging was removed on the spot, one carefully separated the tightly coiled old-fashioned mosquito coils, the other eagerly took out the lighter, and waited anxiously.

Li Hongyu didn't enter the yard again, and waited outside with his two senior brothers.

The mosquito scent slowly diffused in the air, and the fat senior brother let out an exaggerated breath as if he had been reborn. He put his arm on the car window behind Li Hongyu and asked, "Mr. Chen, what are they doing there? Didn't they say they were going to the Lin family?"

"Take a break and leave at eleven twenty."

Brother Shou leaned forward: "Don't tell me, that young man surnamed Chen really couldn't see that he could invite Wu Lei. When you told me, I was skeptical, but I still feel that it is confirmed today." Unbelievable. How old is he?"

"It has something to do with talent, not age." Li Hongyu said lightly, opened the car door to get in, closed the door, folded his arms and closed his eyes.

Fat senior brother said: "Is he speaking for others?"

"Sounds like it." Brother Shou nodded, and said thoughtfully, "Our little brother seldom defends a single person. This must mean that he has already regarded Chen Ling as a friend."

Fat senior brother nodded vigorously, "Be careful what you say in the future."

There was a lot of chatter outside the yard, but there was no sound in the yard. The parrot stand, which had been slightly shaken by the wind, stopped shaking, as if being gently supported by a hand.

The door of Chen Ling's room was gently pushed open and closed again, and a pair of feet appeared beside his bedside.

Jiang Yu appeared, his eyes hanging on the ground.

At the head of the bed, sneakers, sneakers, slippers... New and old, a pair is placed next to each other at the head of the bed, and above the edge of the bed, red lines are arranged in parallel upwards, forming a wall of lines, which tightly surrounds the bed. Strictly.

Jiang Yu raised his hand, and before his fingertips touched the Sanqing bell, the bell vibrated.

He raised his eyebrows, amused and annoyed, his eyes passed through the red lines, and stuck to the young man's face, there was a small hook at the corner of the lips on the sleeping face, the eyelashes were quietly lying on the lower eyelid, the lips and nose were tucked under the quilt, The breath was very light, but he was still caught by him.

Jiang Yu pressed his chest, feeling a little calm in his restless heart.

But it was not enough, he needed the breath of youth to comfort himself.

With a hook of his finger, he easily removed the red thread and wound it round and round on his finger. When the Sanqing bell was removed, he stretched out two fingers to clamp the tongue of the bell, and the vibrating copper bell immediately became quiet.

The red thread was twisted into a ball and thrown beside the youth's pillow, and the end of the thread was right across Chen Ling's neck.

Jiang Yu's eyes can see even in the dark. He lifted his long leg, avoiding the row of shoes in front of the bed, pressed his right knee to the side of the bed, and then moved the other leg up, and then straddled it. His body was like a mountain , easily shrouding the people below under his own shadow.

He pressed his waist down, supported his body with his arms, brushed the tip of his nose against the young man's hair, and breathed greedily.

I don't know how long it took, I pursed my lips dissatisfied, and gave up continuing to intrude, so as not to wake people up.Immediately, the man fell down gently to the right, his arms crossed the young man's waist, slowly tightened like measuring the size, little by little.

Chen Ling opened his eyes suddenly, turned around at an extremely fast speed, and stared straight at the pair of dark eyes opposite him.

The dim light made the light-colored eyes thick and deep, and he held Jiang Yu's arm tightly with one hand, and his tone was a little smug: "Mr. Jiang, what are you doing in the middle of the night, is the thread rolled for fun? "

In order to catch the other party directly, before falling asleep completely, he closed his eyes and frantically gave himself psychological hints that he must wake up if there was any trouble.

The effect of the psychological suggestion was very good. During the time he fell asleep, he was always in a fog and in a daze. He could hear Wu Weiwei and Li Hongyu chatting softly in the yard, and he could naturally feel the door being pushed open and the people who squeezed in. Gentle cool breeze.

Jiang Yu was obviously taken aback, then chuckled, "How long have you been awake?"

Chen Ling wanted to raise his head, but the man's hand firmly pressed the back of his head, forcing his face to be buried in the other's chest.

Thanks to the identity of the Yin God, Jiang Yu's body temperature can be self-regulated. At first, he wanted to see his fiancé in advance because of his curiosity and eagerness. He didn't consider the feeling of being frightened. .

After getting familiar with it, I was afraid of freezing people, so I gradually noticed the problem of my body temperature.

Now, his body temperature was scorching hot, and the heat in his chest was suffocating, and Chen Ling's inner calm was almost smothered.

He twisted his head, unable to break free, "What are you pressing me for, take your hands away."

Jiang Yu was silent.

Chen Ling suddenly stopped moving, and said "Oh" in a pulled voice, "Are you embarrassed by being caught by me, it's okay, I promise I won't laugh at you, you can pretend nothing happened."

Jiang Yu's face was hidden in the darkness, and he still didn't intend to speak.

Chen Ling struggled a few times, tired, but curiously sniffed the smell of the man's chest with the tip of his nose. The clothes should have been soaked in incense, with a seductive light cold fragrance mixed with the smell of ink.

The young man breathed in and out, spraying all the air on his chest.

Jiang Yu's Adam's apple twitched, his eyes became darker, and the hand that clasped the back of the young man's head relaxed a little, his fingers spread further apart, giving a stronger sense of control.

Although the head could not be freed, Chen Ling moved his body back very cleverly, so as not to stick too tightly and feel something that should not be felt.

He opened his eyes, and his eyelashes brushed against Jiang Yu's chest muscles through the fabric.

Thinking of the seemingly absent breathing sound above his head when he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, Chen Ling didn't give his ancestor any face, and asked directly: "Jiang Yu, what were you smelling just now? Don't keep your mouth shut, this is not the first time. time."

He paused, and then spoke a little weaker: "Is there really a fragrance on me?"

He was inexplicably embarrassed when he said the words, his face was slightly hot.

"En." The man responded in a low voice, and his chest vibrated accordingly, making Chen Ling's forehead and cheeks tingle for a while.

He blinked: "What smell?"

"I don't know." Now that he was caught, Jiang Yu didn't intend to pretend to be restrained anymore. He lowered his head, buried his face in Chen Ling's forehead and hair, and his lips almost touched the tip of his nose.

Chen Ling retreated subconsciously, his waist was tightened, and there was no way out.

Jiang Yu's voice was hoarse, and his breath sprayed on the tip of his nose and under his eyelids, "Your breath can calm me down."

calm.

What is the antonym of calm?

Confusion, Restlessness, Disturbance...

Which one does Jiang Yu belong to?

"Is there something that makes you uneasy?" Chen Ling didn't move. He believed that Jiang Yu was not joking. After a while, he tried to raise a hand, hugged the man's back from behind, and patted him gently. clap.

"Huh?" He uttered a monophonic word, urging the other party to answer.

Different from every cautious touch in the past, Jiang Yu began to hug him upright and unscrupulously.

This time, his face could just be buried on the young man's collarbone.

Chen Ling was stiff all over, not daring to move anymore, he sensed a slight fragility coming from Jiang Yu's body, wrapping his thinking and heart.

His hand continued to pat the man's back lightly, and the beating heart in his chest seemed to be grasped by one hand, and he squeezed it lightly.

Stuffy, not painful, a little sour.

This is distressing.

A text message can make him laugh, a coquettish hug can make his heart hurt, and an occasional straight ball can make him blush and heartbeat.

Chen Ling frowned hard, distressed, incredible.

I'm fucking bent.

But how can it be bent?

I can't.

But the facts are in front of him, and everything can beat his denial.

"No." Jiang Yu's answer finally fell into his ears.

His voice was hoarse, and he also asked bluntly: "Since you found out, do I not have to sneak around in the future?"

Chen Ling: "..."

This is not a person, nor a ghost, but a dog.

Shouldn't you reflect on yourself and swear that you will never do such cheeky things that go against your cool image again!

"No." Chen Ling's attitude was tough, and then he began to stammer again, "You, do you like me so much...?"

The word "smell" was difficult to utter, and he slurred it.

Jiang Yu admitted frankly, "I liked it on the first day, I told you."

The cold hand was holding the Adam's apple, and the past of him being forced to lift his chin appeared before his eyes. Chen Ling's teeth were itchy, and he wanted to stare at the other's face to teach a few words, but he was so suppressed that it was difficult to turn his head.

He struggled again, "You step back."

Jiang Yu began to pretend to be dumb again.

Chen Ling said a few more warning words, it was useless, he gave up and limp, waiting for the ancestor to "unblock" him automatically.

This hug lasted for two full hours, and it was estimated that it was almost time for departure, so Chen Ling raised his hand and patted the other person's waist.

The muscles hidden in the clothes are tight, with smooth lines, and when rubbed with the palm, it feels excellent.

Chen Ling swallowed, desperately ignoring the rapid heartbeat, "I should go."

Jiang Yu finally said, "Oh."

Chen Ling: "..."

Mangy dog, you will lose your face after poking through the window paper.

Chen Ling added: "Help me check the time on my phone."

Jiang Yu raised his hand to turn on the screen. It was already 57:[-], so he withdrew his hand and continued to hold on.

Chen Ling: "... When is it?"

"It's almost eleven o'clock."

"How much?"

"..."

"How much difference!" Chen Ling started to roar, the voice even the fat and thin senior brothers outside the courtyard could hear.

"3 minutes." Jiang Yu let go of his arms, his face was flat, and his eyes were still clear and cold, as if he wasn't the one who made the aggressive behavior before.

Chen Ling rubbed his arms that were a little sore from the strangulation, and when he looked up, he saw the red thread balls and the mute Sanqingling. The man didn't hide his fragility so thoroughly before, and he couldn't be more ruthless.

He gritted his teeth, jumped out of bed, and took off a pair of shoes.

Pulling open the closet, the clothes inside are neatly folded, which is clear at a glance.

He pulled out one at random and stuffed it into Jiang Yu's arms, "If you really like that, just, just smell my clothes, the smell...the smell must be the same."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Chen Ling's head was about to smoke, and he grabbed his bag and ran away. Halfway through the run, he remembered that he didn't ask Jiang Yu if he was done with his work and if he still wanted to leave.

He stopped for a second, and walked towards the commercial vehicle without hesitation.

Li Hongyu woke up startled, "Let's go now?"

Knowing that his face must be very red, Chen Ling turned his head to look out the window and said, "Well, you can call Wu Weiwei first and ask him to come out now."

Li Hongyu took out his mobile phone, dialed the number and asked, "Why didn't you call him when you came out?"

Chen Ling continued to face out of the window: "I left in a hurry, I forgot."

Li Hongyu didn't think too much, and continued to press the numbers with his fingers. Once the phone was connected, he said to the other end of the business: "Get up, let's go."

Wu Weiwei was soundly asleep, and was awakened by the sudden ringtone of his mobile phone, his heart beating fast.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, "right away."

When he left the room and turned to close the door, he suddenly remembered whether Brother Chen hadn't gotten up yet, so he looked into the next room.

The red thread around the bed disappeared, and turned into a ball of red thread lying beside the pillow.What puzzled him most was the neat row of shoes on the ground.

Wu Weiwei scratched his hair in silence, what's wrong with Brother Chen, cos spider spirit? ?

Hey, who cares, even cosplay is Brother Chen's hobby, I have to respect it!When the boss had already left, Wu Weiwei didn't dare to delay, and quickly ran out with his bag on his back.

As soon as he got in the car, he found that the atmosphere was not right.

To be precise, this wrong atmosphere emanated from Brother Chen.

Wu Weiwei bumped into Li Hongyu who was on the left with his shoulder, and asked with a smile, "Brother Chen, what's the matter?"

Li Hongyu didn't notice anything, "It's nothing."

"..." Wu Weiwei wanted to roll his eyes. Did this person feel that his nerve endings were dead? He turned around and chatted with Chen Ling who was sitting on his right, "Brother Chen, are you sleeping well?"

Chen Ling responded.

Wu Weiwei took a breath and asked again, "Did you dream?"

Chen Ling raised his eyes and glanced at him, pursed his lips, "No."

Wu Weiwei: "Oh..."

At this time, the fat and thin brothers got into the car, one sat in the driver's seat and the other sat in the co-pilot, and the car started.

Wu Weiwei couldn't find anything out of side-talking, so he simply asked directly: "Then why do I feel that you are not in a good mood. In fact, it's not bad, I just think you..."

strange.

Especially the sitting posture, from getting in the car to now, Brother Chen's face has always been facing out of the window.

What is this, a stiff neck?

Outside the window, after passing Yuhe Mountain, there are trees on both sides of the road, standing quietly in the night.Chen Ling pressed down on the black car window, letting the wind blow on his face.

After confirming that the temperature on his face had almost dropped, he sat back and shook his head solemnly and said, "I'm in a good mood."

Wu Weiwei couldn't understand again, it was pretty good, his eyes were clear, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he looked a bit like that.

He thought about a word carefully, yes, the spring breeze is rippling.