Dirt

In He Yuan's house, the master fell on the sofa as soon as he entered the house, and within a few minutes he fell asleep again with the help of medicine.

Miao Miao was holding a teacup in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and counting the ant-sized human heads downstairs, looking back at He Yuan's sleeping posture from time to time.

Just after 05:30 in the afternoon, He Yuan's mobile phone rang suddenly, forming an echo in the empty living room. He Yuan, who was staring dazedly on the sofa, was awakened instantly. He grabbed the phone in confusion and saw a series of strange numbers:

"Hello."

There was no talking over there, but there was a noisy sound in the background. He Yuan squinted his eyes and listened carefully. It seemed to be the sound of students playing and playing. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and woke up from his sleep. , waved at Miao Miao, and then clicked on the phone recording.

There was still no one on the phone, only a young voice could be heard screaming and screaming, the call time was increasing by the minute, and it seemed that it was almost 3 minutes, and suddenly there was a calm and gentle voice Youth voices:

"Excuse me, is it Captain He's call from the Public Security Bureau?"

He Yuan quickly clamped the cigarette butt in his mouth to his fingertips: "Yes, you are Qian Mingming?"

"It's me, is it convenient for you now?" A very official answer came from the receiver.

"Convenience, you say."

Qian Mingming's voice was obviously paused, and then he said: "That's right, I took a leave of absence for evening self-study, and I want to talk to you about something about Han Qing."

"Okay, do you need me to pick you up?"

There was another brief pause on the phone: "No, I've ordered a dinner in Osmanthus Garden. I'll send you the address later. I'll pack up my things and go there. You can go there and wait for me."

After hearing this, He Yuan raised his head and looked at Miao Miao. The two exchanged a glance, and He Yuan said to the phone: "Yes, yes."

A few minutes after hanging up the phone, I received the address of the restaurant from Qian Mingming. The two quickly cleaned up and went out with a heavy heart. Maybe this time seeing Qian Mingming and everything unknown will be a foregone conclusion.

Twenty minutes later, at the Osmanthus Garden restaurant, the two walked into the restaurant door one after the other.

The receptionist was polite in a black suit: "Do you two have an appointment?"

He Yuan smiled: "Yes, Qian Mingming."

Immediately the receptionist led the way and brought the two of them to the box. The small box was decorated gorgeously, exuding the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus that can only be found in autumn, and there were several plates of snacks on the table in the middle. The receptionist politely went around to tea Tea was made for the two behind the table: "You two guests can ring the bell on the wall if you have any orders. I'll go out first."

The reception staff bowed and left the box.

He Yuan pulled away the chair and signaled Miao Miao to sit first, then pushed the exquisite tea bowl exuding a strong tea fragrance on the tea table in front of Miao Miao, and said, "What do you think Qian Mingming will tell us?"

Miao Miao raised the tea bowl and took a sip: "I can't tell."

"Master, use your intuition to feel it." He Yuan also picked up the tea bowl.

Miao Miao felt that He Yuan was very funny at this time, first raised his eyebrows with a confused face, and then couldn't help laughing softly: "I'm not a woman, I can't rely on my intuition for everything, and besides, Qian Mingming didn't say on the phone about Is it about Han Qing?"

He Yuan nodded slightly, and was about to put the tea bowl to his mouth, when Miao Miao's wrist flicked in front of his eyes, and the tea bowl in his hand was snatched away: "You have not recovered from the cold, and you just finished the injection, don't drink tea gone."

"Why?" He Yuan was puzzled.

Miao Miao put away the continuous smile: "You are really the eldest son of a rich family, you don't even know that tea has certain antidote properties, if you didn't want to have another injection, I really doubt that you have been in the past 33 years. Live in vain."

He Yuan was at a loss for words for a while, so he had to say: "Baby, I was wrong, I won't drink."

The box door was suddenly pushed open, and the receptionist who had just received He Yuan stood at the door and bowed, followed by Qian Mingming's face appearing behind the receptionist.

"Thank you." Qian Mingming thanked the reception staff softly, then stepped into the box, and said without giving the reception staff time to enter the room to make tea: "We will order later, you go out first."

Mature, stable, generous and exuding a vague sense of sharpness, this is how He Yuan described Qian Mingming in his heart.

Qian Mingming stood by the tea table, staring at the two of them without moving. It's a little late."

"It's not too late, we just arrived." He Yuan smiled back at Qian Mingming, and the previous awkward atmosphere was swept away. He pulled aside the chair beside him and said, "Sit down first."

Qian Mingming didn't care about He Yuan's anti-client attitude, and sat down slowly along the chair. Before He Yuan and Miao Miao could speak, he gently put his hand in his pocket on the table, and quickly glanced at them.

"There are some short videos in this USB flash drive, and the content of the video is—"

His voice suddenly stopped, and he choked up almost inaudibly: "It's some videos of Han Qing's life."

Qian Mingming retracted his hand covering the table, and a small and exquisite silver USB flash drive was exposed on the table. Even He Yuan, who had worked as a criminal police officer for ten years, couldn't help being very curious. Actively cooperate with the police investigation.

"Why did you suddenly hand this over to us?" Miao Miao asked He Yuan's question.

Qian Mingming glanced at the various tea sets on the table, heated the teacup for himself very skillfully, divided the cups, smelled the fragrance, then sipped the tea bowl lightly, and smiled as if he didn't want money from the corner of his eyes before: "Actually, I'm not Willing to cooperate with the police, but..."

"Just what?" He Yuan asked.

Qian Mingming changed the subject and bypassed He Yuan's question: "Some students in the school made me feel sick. I didn't want to talk to this group of people, but this afternoon, some students suddenly mentioned the dead Han Qing. Those swear words It makes me feel that I need to educate them for their parents."

Perhaps because of the family environment, Qian Mingming's words gave people the feeling that his own adults want to educate other children's children.

Miao Miao's knuckle-boned fingertips lightly dropped onto the USB flash drive: "Is this a video of Han Qing being bullied?"

"Yes."

He Yuan turned his head to look at Qian Mingming's expressionless face: "How did you get here?"

Qian Mingming: "I bought it with money."

He Yuan: "????"

Miao Miao: "This is very similar to you."

Qian Mingming's usually calm eyes suddenly became foggy: "Actually, I have selfish intentions."

He Yuan propped his head and gave an "um", motioning for him to continue.

"You should know about my family's situation. It's in the student file. My parents are busy with work and rarely take care of me. The classmates and friends around me only want me to pay for it. Only Han Qing, although she seldom speaks, is a bit shy. , but I think she is very good, at least when she borrowed something from me and returned it to me afterwards, she would give me a candy to tell me thank you, she is different from others."

Although He Yuan and Miao Miao have never been in a formal relationship, but as the old saying goes, "If you haven't eaten pork, can you still see a pig run away?" The two of them suddenly understood Qian Mingming's mood. This is the happiest love in their youth. look like.

It's a pity that once a person dies, all the good things in the world will go away to live up to their original appearance. Even if they can really live in people's hearts forever, they still can't dispel the sadness of the separation between yin and yang.

He Yuan silently reached out and patted Qian Mingming's shoulder. This kind of comforting method between adults seemed to be very useful to him. Qian Mingming put away his sad expression, and then changed into that calm expression:

"I'm sorry for not cooperating before. I thought about it last night. If I choose to ignore this kind of thing, then Han Qing will be very disappointed."

Seeing that Qian Mingming froze for a while and didn't make a sound, He Yuan thought he was still immersed in Han Qing's death, and when he was about to comfort him again, Miao Miao suddenly interjected: "You didn't choose to ignore, you did a good job. "

Qian Mingming stared at him blankly, Miao Miao moved his lips, and poured tea into the tea bowl for Qian Mingming, then put the teapot on the wooden tray:

"Although I am a policeman now, I really couldn't do what you did when I was your age. I always chose to ignore friends who were bullied and suppressed around me, because at that time I believed in It's none of your business to hang high."

Qian Mingming glanced at him with his head tilted, retracted the natural curvature of the corners of his eyes, and changed back to his smiling expression: "Let's order first, his osmanthus chicken is quite delicious."

As soon as food was mentioned, Miao Miao's eyes immediately lit up, but due to Qian Mingming's presence, he tried his best to suppress the anticipation that was about to well up in his eyes, and asked indifferently as if nothing had happened, "Captain He?"

As Miao Miao's breeder, He Yuan, naturally understood Miao Miao's meaning: "You are still a student, let me treat you to this meal today, and you can eat whatever you want..."

"This is my shop." Qian Mingming said calmly.

He Yuan paused: "I can contribute to your family's turnover, but just don't be too dark, and the police brother's wallet should be reserved for his wife."

Qian Mingming smiled politely, pressed the call bell on the wall to summon the waiter, and gave a list of dishes without even looking at the menu.

As soon as the waiter left the room, Qian Mingming took the schoolbag that had been carried on his shoulder by his side and put it on the back: "I brought a laptop, do you guys need to watch the video on the USB first?"

He Yuan: "Yes."

For the next ten minutes or so, He Yuan and Miao Miao leaned side by side, clicking on, watching, fast-forwarding, exiting, and clicking on another video, gloomy, stern, angry, almost all scary Expressions crawled onto the faces of both of them.

The melodious sound of the piano was transmitted through the cracks outside the door into the quiet box. In the video, Han Qing was torn off his clothes, punched and kicked, poured toilet water on his face, or insulted by several people taking turns with obscene language. So, in this heart-wrenching video, she always huddled in a corner and hugged her knees tightly, without any resistance or words.

"Student, do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?" He Yuan asked, trying to suppress the anger in his chest.

Qian Mingming waved his hand: "I don't mind, please."

After getting the permission, He Yuan took out the cigarette case from his jacket pocket with a sullen face, tapped on the back of his hand, took out two cigarettes with his index finger and handed one to Miao Miao. He Yuan and Miao Miao spat out between their lips, and after hovering in the upper room of the box, they were blown away by the warm air from the central air conditioner.

There was a knock on the door of the "Knock Knock" box, the waiter opened the door and began to serve the food, the aroma of the food quickly overwhelmed the smell of tobacco in the room, Qian Mingming put the tea bowl on the table, and said in a flat tone, "Let's eat first. "

They talked about eating, but the video on the USB drive made the three of them have no appetite at all. Even Miao Miao, who never wastes food, didn't move a few chopsticks. The dishes on the table gradually lost their warmth and aroma. The screams, insults, and unbearable obscenities still filled my mind.

It seemed that there was an invisible force clamping their throats, and there was no sound in the box except for He Yuan's heavy breathing due to nasal congestion and the sound of the lighter continuously lighting cigarettes.

Half an hour later, a table of dishes was barely moved, and the people in the box had disappeared.

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