Dirt

The news of a female high school student jumping to her death spread quickly across the city. Many parents of the students took it as a warning and turned around to teach their children to have a good attitude. Would a person be too hard to think about ending himself for no reason? There must be a pair of invisible hands behind this.

After the meeting was over, He Yuan rushed out of the meeting room and still didn't catch Miao Miao's tail. The uneasiness in his heart became heavier and heavier, and some kind of speculation vaguely emerged in his heart, but it was too vague and shapeless.

Miao Miao got an undercover report on the public security intranet, and He Yuan once secretly used Zhang Fulai's account to read it. During the three years of undercover operations, he did not suffer fatal injuries or life-threatening incidents.

He Yuan's spirit suddenly lifted: "PTSD?" He murmured.

Post-traumatic stress disorder, could it be that Miao Miao remembered the death of his parents in the line of duty again? That shouldn’t be the case. This reaction doesn’t look like it. He Yuan stood in the corridor and fell into deep thought. Suddenly, two police officers walked by. , talking in a low voice so that the sound came into the ears.

"Are you saying that children's minds are so perverted now? It's actually a female classmate. When I was in school, I knew that I was squatting on the floor in a dirty school uniform and throwing marbles."

"Don't talk nonsense, you've also read the forensic report, and you haven't been sexually assaulted. Didn't Officer Xiao Miao say that the abuser might be a woman or an adult? I think it's probably due to jealousy among female classmates..."

When He Yuan turned his head, his eyes were tightly locked on the faces of the two, and there was a little anger in the cold eyes: "What did you just say?"

The policeman was taken aback for a moment, and he hesitated and said, "No... I didn't say anything."

In the middle of the night, the light in the corridor was so pale that it shone on the wall, and He Yuan was standing still and swaying constantly. When did Miao Miao start to feel wrong tonight? It started after... knowing that the deceased Han Qing had been sexually abused before his death!He Yuan suddenly realized that according to Miao Miao's unshakeable character, unless it was related to him, he would not give a response for 1 years. He leaned on the wall and took a deep breath, collected his thoughts, and walked towards the stairs after a while go.

Humans are actually a kind of strange creature, the more preoccupied they are when they want to redeem themselves, the more they want to be alone, but they don’t know that when there is no one, they are most likely to think wildly and go crazy, and even ruin their own lives.

In view of the experience of being caught by He Yuan in the bathroom last time, Miao Miao did not choose to indulge himself in the bathroom this time, and stole his car keys from He Yuan's desk, and got into the white Toule in a flash In the back row, the moment the car door was closed, the darkness quickly enveloped him without leaving a single gap.

The thick ice surface was frozen tightly again, and the huge monster in the underwater abyss swam silently under the ice surface, looking around through the ice with scarlet eyes.

Time flies back to that summer, and the air conditioner outside the air conditioner is roaring in the scorching sun.

"Mr. Bu Zhao, the room is ready for you."

"Tell my brother, I'll borrow this person for a few days and send him back." Bu Zhao smiled at the follower behind him, the desire in his eyes could hardly be hidden, and he lifted the person in his arms up Trust, he opened his mouth and ordered again: "Go downstairs and wait."

"Yes."

The person on the bed closed his eyes, and the cold and unkind aura of the past had dissipated, leaving only a thin figure and a beautiful face. The temperature of the cold wind in the air made one's skin crawl, but now Bu Zhao only I felt my blood boil, and the figure leaning against the car to pick up the plane under the sun kept appearing in front of my eyes.

"Siyuan, you are finally mine."

The next day, a thin and refined man was lying in the middle of the black silk sheets, with blushing hickey marks on his white skin, and his body ached as much as when he first entered the police academy. Miao Miao looked up and glanced around. Walking around the room, he immediately raised his hand and swung his fist at the person next to him, but he was directly wrapped by the scalding palm, and then he was pressed back on the bed.

"Couldn't you be nicer." Bu Zhao's voice was still full of desire: "I really like your **** look, it's so vulgar and **** that it makes me want to fuck you into the bedside table."

The obscene words hit Miao Miao's eardrums, and the shame pounded strongly in his chest. After an unknown amount of time, Miao Miao laughed at himself and said in an inaudible voice:

"You make me feel sick."

The short seven words were like a sharp knife piercing Bu Zhao's heart, his eyes full of desire instantly turned into anger, one hand tightly clamped Miao Miao's wrist, and the other hand pinched his chin, forcing him to Look at yourself: "Come and eat with me."

Then he found a pair of handcuffs from nowhere to restrain Miao Miao, grabbed a pajamas and put it on him, picked it up by the waist and walked outside.

"Put me down!" Miao Miao roared angrily.

Walking through the corridor and skipping the living room, Miao Miao was thrown on the floor of the dining room. His bones touched the marble floor, and there was pain that went straight to his soul. Miao Miao lay on the floor and took a deep breath, raising his jaw. Look at the person a few meters away in front of you.

"Uncle Miao! Answer the phone! I am your dearest little Yuanyuan! Uncle Miao! Look at me! Quickly answer..."

The sudden ringtone interrupted Miao Miao's memories. He grabbed the phone and glanced at the time. It was already one o'clock in the morning. With a dull stomach ache, he tried to insert himself into the rear leather seat.

He Yuan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the independent office, his eyes were filled with frost, his face was so gloomy that it was scary, he dialed Miao Miao's mobile phone over and over again, but the mechanical female voice reminded him that no one was connected, and he was planning to use the mobile phone as a punching bag When he fell out, he suddenly caught sight of the faint and invisible light in his Patrol downstairs.

"Huh—" He Yuan spit out the pent-up anger, grabbed his coat and rushed out of the office.

Standing beside the car, He Yuan dialed Miao Miao's cell phone again. His exclusive ringtone could be faintly heard in the car. The anger in his heart had already transferred to his handsome face. Without hesitation, he pulled the car door hard, Just as he was about to roar, Miao Miao swayed without warning and fell out of the car door.

"Damn it!" He Yuan quickly caught Miao Miao who fell from the car with his eyes and hands, and he didn't forget to breathe out the fragrance.

Almost at the same time, Miao Miao jumped out of He Yuan's arms with force from his waist, dodged and hid in the car, and moved to the other side, leaving a place for He Yuan:

"Come up."

He Yuan stood by the car for a few seconds as if it had been centuries, he finally sighed and raised his legs to step up.

In the dark, Miao Miao's eyes trembled slightly. He Yuan couldn't see his expression clearly, but in the narrow compartment, the other party's breathing was particularly obvious, rapid and long. He turned on the lock screen of the phone and fixed it on the call log page, and asked Miao Miao Miao moved a few centimeters closer, and tried to calm down his tone:

"This time I learned how to behave. I stopped going to the bathroom and stayed in the car instead. I didn't even answer the phone. Are you going to drive my car back to the provincial hall overnight?"

Miao Miao turned his face tremblingly, and met He Yuan's eyes, his cheek muscles bulged slightly, and he gritted his teeth. Finally, after He Yuan moved a few centimeters towards him, tears welled up in his eyes. A drop of cheek fell on the page of the call log.

A mushroom cloud rose from the ground in He Yuan's mind, and was wiped out by Miao Miao's tears in just a few seconds. He hurriedly got into the front compartment to search for tissues, and when his fingertips just touched the tissues, his body The clothes are tight.

Miao Miao grabbed his clothes and could feel the slight tremor through the thick coat. He Yuan took out two tissues, turned around and clasped those slightly trembling hands tightly.

"Miao Miao, I'm here."

The darkness returned to the carriage, Miao Miao's parched lips parted, staring in the direction of He Yuan in a daze, and forced out a few words from his internal organs: "He Yuan, I'm afraid..."

He Yuan leaned forward slightly, and leaned into Miao Miao's ear in the dark, uttering every word clearly, warmly and firmly: "Don't be afraid, no matter what happens in the future, I will be behind you and accompany you, Even if one day you don't want to be a criminal police officer, just come to my house and be a rice bug, I can afford you."

He Yuan, who was slowly getting used to the darkness, saw Miao Miao's slightly wide-open eye sockets, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were still sliding down his cheeks. After an unknown amount of time, his cowardly voice sounded, the voice was so hoarse, but With indescribable pain: "I think of Bu Zhao again..."

He lowered his head deeply, not daring to look at those piercing eyes in the darkness, like a pet dog that has made a mistake, trying to bury his chin into his chest to seek the sense of security that does not exist.

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But He Yuan seemed to be struck by a flash of lightning in the back, and he sat up straight in an instant. The pain in his heart continued to throb, and countless thoughts came to his mind again: I knew Miao Miao liked that bastard Bu Zhao, otherwise why would he just mention him? This ghostly look, his grandma must, when I catch that grandson thief later, I will definitely go to see him when he executes the execution!

The timid voice continued to sound: "He Yuan, I hate him."

"Why?" He Yuan was still a little unwilling to give up, and asked.

Miao Miao didn't answer right away, he lowered his head and wiped away his tears vigorously. After a long time, he raised his red eyes, tried to squeeze out a little courage from the depths of his soul, and asked tentatively, "Can you give me a hug?"

The mobile phone in He Yuan's hand seemed to be leaking. He threw away the mobile phone reflexively, and without any thought, he embraced the person in front of him, inserted his slender hands into the hair, and clasped him firmly against his chest. It was so warm. Nostrils fluttered on the cold hair, and after several minutes, the trembling in his arms slowly stopped, and he found his own voice:

"I was in the 'Flock' for three years, and I only received one serious injury, which was very serious."

He Yuan hugged him tightly and tightened his arms towards his chest, and asked softly, "Where is the injury?"

"Heart."

He Yuan: "????"

Damn, it really is a love injury!he thought.

The person in his arms paused for a few seconds, let out a heavy breath, passed the heat to He Yuan's skin through the clothes, and said hoarsely:

"That year when Bu Ming got his younger brother back home, I went to pick him up..."

He Yuan's heart was kept in the air, and the needle-like pain became more and more obvious with each heartbeat. His eyes wandered slightly, and he was unwilling to listen.

The man in his arms swallowed, and Shaoqing laughed lightly at himself, saying, "I never thought that I would be raped by a man I just met."

Another flash of lightning struck Tianling Gai. He has realized until now that every time he mentioned Bu Zhao, he would vomit to death in the bathroom, and the words "but I never loved you" when his consciousness was confused at the time of life and death were absolutely irrelevant. It wasn't because Bu Zhao had a bad love that he reacted.

Some unformed guess before was affirmed, He Yuan hesitated for half a minute before he felt relieved, it turned out that Miao Miao didn't like Bu Zhao.

"I..." I probably suppressed it in my heart for too long, just a few minutes after the trembling stopped, Miao Miao continued to tremble slightly, her voice became hoarse, with burning blood: "I don't love him, He Yuan, I really don't love him He... so disgusting... why is it me, there are so many people in the 'flock', why is it me, I... He Yuan, I beg you, I want to catch him with my own hands, help me Come on, I beg you..."

The temperature in the narrow compartment rose rapidly, He Yuan's heart was beating wildly in his chest, and the dark blue police uniform in his open coat was also soaked in Miao Miao's tears. This was the first time that Miao Miao had completely removed it in front of him. Take precautions and beg with this distressing look.

He Yuan stretched out his hand and patted Miao Miao's protruding butterfly bone:

"Miao Miao, don't be afraid, I promise you, I will catch him, trust me."

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