Dirt

The white Tourer car drove to Century High School again. He Yuan's cell phone rang as soon as he got out of the gate of the city bureau. The screen password is my birthday."

Miao Miao took the phone and tilted her head: "What's your birthday?"

"October 27 of the lunar calendar."

Miao Miao lowered his head and said, "What about the bank card password?"

"Draw the phone memo to the end. The last one is the password of all my bank cards. You can copy a copy and send it to your phone, or I can change it all to your birthday later."

Miao Miao's eyes flickered, and then he unlocked it with a smile, and then he was taken aback, the man on the desktop wallpaper was himself, it was a candid shot of him drinking milk tea with his head down, and Miao Miao's heart suddenly felt warm With a piercing feeling in his heart, there was a layer of mist in his eyes, and he quietly glanced sideways at He Yuan who was driving.

The man didn't notice that Miao Miao was concentrating on driving at this moment. Miao Miao looked away and clicked on the new message. It was a voice:

"Old He, what's the matter with Director Liu today? He came to care about me as soon as you left. Could it be because of my beauty?" It was Wei Sheng's voice.

He Yuan put one hand on the bottom of the steering wheel, without any thought: "Just look at it."

Miao Miao's face darkened: "He sent you a message, what does it matter if I reply?"

"You are my daughter-in-law, why can't you come back?"

"I haven't yet—" Miao Miao was halfway through his words, when he suddenly remembered Wei Sheng's ruffian face, and the big-inch black sunglasses were all lingering in his mind. Thinking of this, Miao Miao directly pressed the voice button Back a sentence in the past.

Wei Sheng, who was watching the shielding progress in the Internet Police Office, heard the phone ringing, saw He Yuan replying, and turned it on, and Miao Miao's voice came out of the speaker immediately: "He team said You want multiple fathers."

At the traffic lights, a Golf looked suspiciously at the white Toule beside the car window. The person in the driver's seat was lying on the steering wheel, his shoulders shaking with laughter, and even the laughter was very penetrating, spreading into the Golf. In the ears of ordinary citizens in the car.

The whistling wind outside the half-drive window rolled over the smoke coming out of it, and quickly dissipated in the field of vision as it spun around. After a while, they arrived at Century High School. The two still parked the car in front of a jewelry store, and then got out of the car.

The doorman recognized the two people from a long distance away, and hastily opened the door for the two of them to enter.

It was just in the afternoon between classes, and the campus was very lively. The sound of chasing and laughing came to the ears of the two. He Yuan stood at the gate guard and looked at the campus. After thinking for a few seconds, he walked sideways into the guard room:

"Master, I'll stay here for a while, and I'll go in after class is about to start."

"Okay, okay, you two sit down first, I'll pour you a glass of water." The doorman turned around and found a paper cup and was about to pour water, when he suddenly raised his head: "Comrade police, didn't you have a lot of people here? Why are you not together?"

He Yuan was stunned for a moment and pondered for a while, then remembered that Ge Dongjie had just been sent by him to question the male employees who appeared in those videos: "It's a wave, I'm their detachment leader, I'm a bit late."

"Did you find something? I see a lot of ye have come. It's the first time I've seen this battle." The doorman pushed two paper cups of warm water in front of the two of them and continued: "Ah~ I'm here often I can see that many girls sometimes go home crying after school, and they have to be bullied by their classmates when they go to school these days, it’s not peaceful.”

He Yuan stopped the hand that was playing with the lighter, and the flames rose up. Miao Miao sat beside him and sent the cigarette in his mouth forward. The smoke hovered above the two of them for a few seconds. He took out two cigarettes and handed one to the uncle and said, "Do your female students often cry after school?"

The doorman took the cigarette with a smile, the wrinkles on his face folded together, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "After thinking about it, I can often see it. Sometimes I ask those female dolls what's wrong, and they cry even more. It's fierce."

He Yuan frowned tightly, turned his head to look at the white teaching building, his eyes kept sweeping through every window, and suddenly he must have seen Ge Dongjie standing by the window, he turned his head away in a short while.

The bell for class rang suddenly, and He Yuan took a puff of smoke: "Master, let's go in first."

"Okay." The guard put his unlit cigarette behind his ear, opened the door of the guard's room and watched the two of them walk towards the teaching building, then turned around, pursed his lips and let out a low laugh.

The first male teacher stood compactly in the corner of the emptied faculty office. No one made a sound and no one dared to move. They lowered their heads and looked at their toes in unison.

Ge Dongjie stood by the window with his arms folded, his face very gloomy. He pondered for a long time and didn't know how to speak, whether to take them back to the police station and lock them up for a few days, or to interrogate them one by one first, his eyes lingered on these male teachers. , finally took a deep breath and said to the anger of these scumbags:

"Whether to explain here or go back to the police station and explain slowly, you choose."

The male teachers looked at each other with their heads down, but no one said anything.

Suddenly, the door of the staff office was kicked open violently. Just as Ge Dongjie was about to lose his temper when he saw that it was He Yuan who kicked the door, he instantly languished and shouted, "Boss."

He Yuan waved his hand, walked straight to the group of scumbags, and squeezed the face of a young male teacher standing in the front. The male teacher's face quickly deformed under the force of his knuckles turning white, but there was no fear on his face. There was a trace of anger and disdain, and before He Yuan could speak, the male teacher spoke first:

"What's the matter, if you want to hit me, I told you that if you want to hit me, you have to take off your police uniform, and then you have to beg me not to pursue it, understand?"

One sentence completely angered He Yuan. He pinched the male teacher's face and quickly released it, leaving two pale guides on his face. After a flash, two seconds later, the expected fist did not hit the face.

He opened his eyes a little apprehensively and saw that fist was blocked in the air by a slender hand with five fingers and sharp joints. Looking along the arm, a white and bloodless face came into view, and those black pupils were indifferent. There was no emotion, I saw a mention between his lips, and then a sentence was so cold that there was no warmth in his ears:

"Don't get your hands dirty."

The temperature of Miao Miao's breath brushed against He Yuan's ears, he calmed down and slowly lowered his arms, and glared at the male teacher with murderous eyes: "Dong Jie, take them all back to the Municipal Bureau, let Old Wei Try it yourself."

"Yes!"

When all the glamorous disguises fade away, and the dirtiest, disgusting, and disgusting side emerges, people will realize that there is no real beauty in this world.

The male faculty members were escorted back to the police station one by one. He Yuan and Miao Miao were still standing in the empty faculty office. It was a lie in their hearts to say that they were not depressed. The future flowers of the motherland were strangled in the garden by these scum. middle.

It wasn't until the clock on the wall clicked slightly on the number 3 that the two of them regained their composure, looked at each other and walked out of the office.

At the gate of Class One and Three, Miao Miao stood in the shadows with the light behind his back, the pupils in his eye sockets showed a very dark color, and he said in a low voice from the teaching voice coming from the classroom:

"The video was spread so crazy, we took Qian Mingming away like this, these students should be able to guess the general idea, then..."

He Yuan's eyelids twitched.

"He might become a hero among his classmates, or be the next one to be targeted."

He Yuan's face changed slightly: "Although it's just a guess, we have to prevent this from happening. Let's go and find his head teacher."

Diao Zhongli, who was preparing for lessons, was startled by the sudden appearance of He Yuan, and immediately reacted with a professional smile: "Two policemen, what's the matter?"

He Yuan's upright posture was immobile, and he glanced condescendingly at Diao Zhongli: "After class, call Qian Mingming from your class to the office. I have some questions to ask him."

Diao Zhongli said politely: "The class is just starting now, the two police officers will have to wait for a while, please sit down first."

He Yuan nodded, turned around, walked out of the office and said, "I'll wait in the car. I'll come back when the get out of class bell rings. Let Qian Mingming wait for me here."

When the door was closed behind her back with a bang, Diao Zhongli glanced out of the window, her eyes dimmed and she opened the phone photo album. The triangle symbol in the middle of the half-played video flickered. He lowered his eyes and lay down on the table.

Just like that, the two walked around the campus and returned to the car. Just as He Yuan started the car and turned on the heater, Miao Miao suddenly opened the door and said, "Wait for me for a few minutes." Then he got out of the car.

The warm air blew on He Yuan's face, and the brisk Waltz of the Sound of Spring hovered in the compartment. He put the seat back, heavily exhaled the stale air in his lungs, and slowly sank into the seat.

The atmosphere was too comfortable, and He Yuan's consciousness gradually blurred in just a few minutes, and he kept wandering on the edge of drowsiness. Just a second before He Yuan completely relaxed and fell asleep, the co-pilot's door was pulled open, and the howling cold wind pierced through the car. In the car, He Yuan, who was provoked, woke up in a start and then shivered in the cold wind.

"Sleep with the heater on and the car windows closed, are you going to treat me to your white wine for the next meal?" Miao Miao said as she got into the co-pilot.

"You are still in this world, why am I willing to take a step first, why have you been here for so long after getting off the car?"

He Yuan rubbed his sleepy eyes, put down his hand and opened his eyes, a crystal ball hit his pupil directly, a little snowman in the transparent sphere was quietly stuck in the falling snowflakes, he hesitated for a few seconds, took the crystal ball, took Guang's eyes looked directly at Miao Miao.

Miao Miao rolled his eyes and laughed softly: "I saw it last time when I came here. I thought there was something missing on your office desk, so I bought it. If you don't like it, then—"

"I like it! I like everything my uncle sent me." He Yuan snatched the crystal ball, heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed his fingertips on the glass and continued: "I like it even if you give me a fart."

Miao Miao's throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't find a word to reply to He Yuan for a while. After thinking for a few seconds to no avail, he leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes and stopped talking.

He Yuan in the driver's seat smiled like a silly roe deer, girlish feelings rushed into his chest, took out his mobile phone and took a 360-degree surround photo of the crystal ball, wishing to dig out the battery under the base to take two photos.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Miao Miao's eyebrows and eyes are bent into a nice arc, the coldness on the clear facial features has dissipated, and then covered with a layer of warm smile, the whole person looks more handsome, handsome, and good-looking. After a long time, he opened his eyes Looking at He Yuan, he found that he was still holding the crystal ball, with a turbulent and spring-like expression on his face, and then he shook his head slightly and laughed a few times.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly found that it has been updated for almost two months emmmm Although not many people have read it, but I still have to finish writing it.