Please follow the doctor's advice

Evening was the time for people to go out for a walk. They were divided into groups of two or three people and patrolled different streets in casual clothes. Baiwutu ordered "not to leave even one step", so they followed closely beside Zheng Ju.

The street where they and several other groups arrived has the most fashionable open-air dance halls and cold drink shops at present, with a large flow of people, and there are all kinds of people.

Regarding the speculation that the murderer might be a human rather than a demon, because there is not enough evidence, Bai Wutu can only think about it in his heart, and of course he will not say anything to others, otherwise it may affect everyone's enthusiasm for investigating the case.In addition to the Yao Security Bureau, the Public Security Bureau is also investigating this case. The two sides do not interfere with each other and work simultaneously. There are more and more people on this road at once. like one of our own.

As he walked, he suddenly remembered that the person beside him was still injured.Bai Wutu asked politely: "Mr. Zheng, are you okay? Do you want me to support you?"

In case the danger is not encountered, what should I do if I walk like this and get the chief bureau out of trouble first?

Zheng Fuhu stopped, looked at the twinkling lights not far away, and blinked: "Okay."

Bai Wutu thought to himself: Should I carry him, or hold him up?How can I help my injured leader on the road where people come and go and occasionally meet colleagues, without being seen that he is injured?

He was rubbing his hands, not knowing where to go, when suddenly someone grabbed his hand.Zheng Fuhu: "That's it."

Bai Wutu: "..."

When the hand grabbed it, it was a little hard, and he almost bent his elbow, but after it was grasped, it was slightly loosened, giving him room to adjust his fingers - I don't know if it's because the weather is really hot, or it's the hands of the two of them. The relationship between sticking together and not dissipating heat, Bai Wutu felt that the place where the palms of the two hands touched was slightly damp, but...it was not uncomfortable.

That's fine too.Bai Wutu thought to himself, at least I can give you a hand when you are about to fall while walking, so as not to knock your head.

He suggested: "Zheng...Mr. Zheng, look, there are too many people on this road, let's..." Shall we go to patrol the small road with fewer people?Regardless of whether the murderer is a man or a demon, how dare he show his face here?

Zheng Fuhu looked down at the hands they were holding, and then looked around: "It's not very good." After saying that, he took a turn in Baiwulu and entered an open-air dance hall.

Bai Wutu: "?"

Seeing Zheng Fuhu pay two yuan for the ticket, Bai Wutu felt distressed: "Actually, I don't know how to dance."

"Me neither." Zheng Fuhu smelled the air around him, "There seems to be a demon here, can you tell where it is?"

Bai Wutu immediately became vigilant.Finding the whereabouts of the demon, randomly checking the demon's life certificate to confirm whether the demon has registered for the physical examination on time is one of Bai Wutu's daily tasks, but there are too many people on the dance floor right now, so he looked at it with concentration. The scenes of the third generation were superimposed on his head, and he couldn't even tell which part came from which person.

He took a deep breath and shook his head: "There are too many people here, I can't see them, I'll go to the middle to have a look."

"Everyone is dancing, how do you get to the middle?" Zheng Fuhu looked around, his eyes locked on the small stage at the front of the dance floor, squinting slightly, "That girl in the green skirt on the stage, isn't she?"

Bai Wutu looked in the direction he pointed, closed his eyes and opened them again, taking a closer look: "Yes, it looks like a little snake."

Zheng Fuhu signaled him: "Tell her that you are investigating the case, and ask her to take you to dance for a while, jump to the middle of the dance floor, and pay attention to safety."

"..." Bai Wutu smacked his lips, thinking to himself, do you think everyone is a good citizen?And took the initiative to run to say that he was investigating the case?

The reason why these demons involved in the world don't go back to the mountains is mostly because they are greedy for the prosperity, food and fun in the world of mortals. They are living happily, and they haven't violated any laws or regulations. Why don't they cooperate with you in the investigation?What if I get into trouble?Usually cooperate with an identity check to let you see that it didn't kill or harm anyone.

Bai Wutu has his own communication skills, and walked to the edge of the small stage by slipping around the edge of the dance floor: "Miss, I watched around on the dance floor, and you are the best dancer, can you help me?" Teach me to dance?"

He was in the right age, and he looked very serious. Except for the time when he deliberately played rough on weekdays, it couldn't be easier to put on a harmless appearance.Miss Snake was also very happy to see that he was polite and good at talking, and she winked at him: "You are flattering me, I am not a good dancer, I am afraid I will step on your leather shoes."

Bai Wutu smiled and stretched out his hand, and said hypocritically: "If even you can jump wrong, then it's no big deal if I let you step on it, please."

Miss Snake readily accepted the invitation and left the small stage, walking enchantingly and walking into the dance floor hand in hand with Bai Wutu.

The revolving lights above the head projected the colorful colors on the ground, which made people's faces less restrained and more eager to indulge in dance and music.

After the song was over, another slow three ballroom dance was played. Miss Snake said: "You are really good at coming. This song is slow and suitable for beginners. Put your hands on my waist and start right away." .”

Bai Wutu looked left and right to see other people's postures were somewhat different, and asked again, "Where do you put it?"

Miss Snake chuckled, and then cast a small electric look: "It seems that you are not modest, you really didn't skip it? Just put it on your waist."

Bai Wutu was embarrassed to make a move, so he missed his point, looked behind Miss Snake, and finally put his hand at the narrowest part of the dress's waist: "Here, is it?"

"That's right, let's start." Miss Snake looked into his eyes, "Sir, don't lower your head and watch me jump. I said you can enter whichever foot you enter. Three, two, one, left Big strides... Ouch!"

Bai Wutu hurriedly raised his foot: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you talking about my left foot? I thought you were talking about my left side, which is my right side. Does it hurt?"

Since the snake essence can transform into a human form, it must be of some cultivation level, and of course this little pain is nothing to her.Seeing that Bai Wutu was in a hurry and was so cute, she patted his arm: "It's okay, come again, three, two, one, take a small step with your right foot... Ouch!"

Bai Wutu knew that the other party was not a real person, but he kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, right foot, you didn't say you were retreating...does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Miss Snake spent money to dance to have fun, she is not a special dance teacher here, and she no longer cares about teaching him to dance, "You can find someone else to teach him, I want to go down Take a break, excuse me!"

Bai Wutu: "..."

The beautiful female companion left the scene angrily. Although Bai Wutu looked ugly, he hadn't forgotten what he was here for—the two steps with the little snake spirit, plus they stopped to apologize and look at their feet. He had already reached the middle area of ​​the dance floor.

Bai Wutu rubbed his brows in embarrassment pretending to be disgusted by his girlfriend, but closed his eyes and concentrated, and then slowly scanned his surroundings when he opened them again.Some people on the dance floor regarded him as nothing, some cast kind and understanding eyes at him, some disliked him standing here in the way, and some danced with ease and kept looking at him as an unexpected guest curiously.

Between the flickering lights and the singing and dancing, what Bai Wutu saw in his eyes was one after another intriguing traps, hand-to-hand battlefields, and old age... Whenever this time, he felt a wave of hopelessness in his head. The tiredness of origin——that kind of tiredness is not physical fatigue caused by too much work, but more like his eyes have seen the world far beyond his age, and he has been looking for something, but he can't find it everywhere. , after countless expectations but lost, gradually tired.

He glanced around for half a circle, turned around, and suddenly bumped into someone's arms, the feeling was almost the same as when he was hugged by Zheng Fuhu.

Bai Wutu's first reaction was to raise his head and ask, "Why did you come in?"

"Huh?" The person who came was a strange man, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and said, "It's really interesting, did you know I would come?"

Bai Wutu took a step back immediately, and almost bumped into the people who were spinning behind him. His reckless behavior aroused the disgust of those people, and almost drove him out.

Seeing that he had managed to sneak in and was about to be kicked out, Bai Wutu said angrily, "... who are you?"

The man's eyes were frighteningly cold, and his smile was indescribably creepy: "The person who came to teach you how to dance."

It's a demon.

Bai Wutu's first reaction: This is no ordinary little demon.

He couldn't calm down, and for a while, the whole dance floor returned to the scene of feasting and feasting in his eyes. He could no longer see the third life of the person in front of him clearly, and he couldn't judge what kind of demon this person was.

The man took his hand and put it on his waist, bowed his head and whispered in his ear, "Put it here, hold me tight. I'll do the women's step, and you can do the men's step."

Bai Wutu put his hand on his waist, feeling more uncomfortable than when he put it on the little snake spirit's waist just now. He could feel a powerful body under the western-style tuxedo.

The appearance of a demon after turning into a human form has nothing to do with what kind of monster it is, but it has something to do with its cultivation and personal aesthetics.To be able to transform into such a human form, it must be a family that absolutely worships power, and it is not just a heart of worship, but a monster that can actually grasp a certain amount of power... What is it?

As far as he knew, there were not many monsters registered in this city who could achieve this level of cultivation. Even if one person's fingers couldn't count them, two people's hands could.Although those demons can't recognize all the staff of the Demon Security Bureau, almost all the staff can recognize them.Bai Wutu is almost certain that the origin of the monster in front of him is unknown.

Moreover, its hands did not rest neatly on the man's shoulders like other girls dancing, but gradually moved to the side of Bai Wutu's neck.

It was then that Bai Wutu suddenly remembered that he himself was an average-looking male aged 20 to 25... Is it it?Is it the demon from no man's land that the deputy director guessed?

He didn't know how to dance under his feet.The man neither yelled the beat nor lowered his head, his eyes kept staring at him, but most of the song passed, but his feet dodged with ease, without being stepped on by Bai Wutu.

Bai Wutu had no doubts at all, even if he deliberately stretched out his foot to step on it now, he would definitely have no choice but to step on it.

He looked up at its gaze and saw a hint of clarity in it.Knowing that his identity might have been exposed inadvertently, Bai Wutu asked meaningfully, "Who are you?"

"The person who came to teach you how to dance." The man smiled deeper, "But now I think we have other things to talk about. For example, why do you have a smell that I am familiar with?"

The demon has a keen sense of smell, but Baiwutu doesn't have such a good nose as Xiaoliu: "What smell?"

The singing faded away and the man smiled and let go of his shoulders and hands: "Maybe we have a mutual friend."

It left after saying this, and disappeared into the crowd in a short while. In front of Baiwutu, several pairs of dancers who entered and exited the stage passed by, and when they looked in the direction it was walking, there was no trace of it.

He stood alone in the arena in a daze, and the new dance music was about to start. The dancers next to him thought he was in the way, as if his existence was a stain on their dance art, and verbal attacks drove him off the stage.It was only then that Bai Wutu remembered that his leader was still at the door—but there are three doors in the ballroom, where did he come in from?

It seems that there is a tree at the door...how come there are trees?There are ticket sellers at the door... and there are all of them!

Oh, oh, oh, what about their chief?

Baiwutu was as anxious as a shepherd boy who has lost his lamb. He rolled up his sleeves and anxiously looked from door to door. When he turned around, he bumped into another person.

He rubbed his forehead: "Why are you again!"

"What is me again?" Zheng Fuhu looked at him coldly, his chest didn't seem to hurt at all, and asked, "Do you know what I'm here for? Are you dancing forever?"

It's not a demon.Finally, he didn't lose the director, Bai Wutu patted his chest: "It's you."

Zheng Fuhu was extremely dissatisfied: "What do you mean me? Are you disappointed? Comrade Baiwutu, do you still remember your mission? You can't find Bei after dancing?"

"No, no, no." Bai Wutu breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Zheng, let me tell you, I saw someone when I was dancing just now, no... it's not a person, it's just... you know?"

Although the music in the ballroom was loud, there were people on both sides of them. According to the work rules, Bai Wutu promptly concealed the key words that would cause panic among ordinary people: "Just now he took me to a dance, I think he..."

"Do you think he looks good, or dances well? Or maybe you haven't watched enough, and you still want to find him and continue to watch? Hmph!" Zheng Fuhu shook his face, "Call the team!"

Bai Wutu: "???"

The business of this dance hall is very booming, and there are many people coming and going. Could it be that Zheng Ju was pushed and squeezed to the wound when he was not there just now?Why are you so bad-tempered?

Bai Wutu hurriedly followed, and walked to a remote place with few people: "Ju Zheng, I want to tell you, I suspect that is..."

"Don't doubt it, it's it!" Zheng Fuhu resolutely said, "Go back and tell everyone to get the equipment and encircle the wolf demon! And that snake spirit, the two of them walked together, and that one can't escape!"

Is it... a wolf demon?

Not to mention the city, there has not been a powerful and aggressive monster like wolves in the whole province for many years.Bai Wutu felt as if he missed something, and couldn't keep up for a while: "Ju Zheng, how do you know it's a wolf demon?"

Zheng Fuhu walked like the wind: "It came from no man's land, and I fought against it."

Fighting against the wolf demon?This is simply a fantasy!How could a human beat a wolf demon?Once the wolf finds out that someone is trying to attack it, doesn't it immediately tear the person to pieces?

Bai Wutu asked worriedly: "Ju Zheng, did it cause your injuries?"

Zheng Fuhu's expression became even uglier: "Yes."

How did this leader take the lead in not following the safe work rules?When encountering an opponent like a wolf demon who is sure, certain, and definitely unable to beat, you should call for reinforcements in time, or negotiate if you can negotiate, and influence if you can influence. How can you come up to head-on?

Bai Wutu was heartbroken: "How can you fight it?"

Zheng Fuhu stopped without warning, turned his head and said, "It's just a wolf monster, why, do you think I can't beat it? If it wasn't because of... Huh!"

Bai Wutu hit his head against the human wall for the third time today, rubbed his head and asked curiously, "Because of what?"

Zheng Fuhu gave him a hard look: "Go back to the bureau!"

After receiving the signal to withdraw the team, other patrolling colleagues also returned to the bureau one after another, each of them received equipment such as demon-binding ropes and soul-fixing needles that are effective against little demons but not sure whether they will work against wolf demons... After all, among the people present, not to mention fighting, no one has ever seen a wolf demon.

Due to the strength of the opponent, this time the action team went out to patrol in groups of five, and the non-operation team went out in groups of ten. The whole team patrolled the whole night until there was no one else on the street except our own, and we couldn't see the cat. A wolf hair of a wolf demon.

As the sun rose, a bit of good news came: Although the murderer was not caught, at least there were no new murders last night.

This news really made people not very happy, because yesterday they mobilized almost all the police forces in their bureau. It is impossible for these people to patrol all night every day. After one night, they must be divided into at least two or three shifts.Yesterday's number of patrols deterred the murderer, so if the number of patrols is reduced to a third or even a quarter, can it still deter the murderer?

The overnight patrol is different from the usual duty. The duty is to just sit there, but the patrol requires almost non-stop walking throughout the night. Bai Wutu was so tired that he returned to the director's office and fell asleep on the sofa outside.

After sleeping all morning, he woke up and went to the public bathroom to take a shower. When he came back, he happened to meet a military doctor who changed Zheng Fuhu's medicine.Bai Wulu stepped forward and said hello: "Doctor, I am the temporary security officer of Bureau Zheng. How is his wound? How long will it take to heal?"

The doctor nodded to him: "It's not bad to be able to recover like this in less than a week. I suggested that he rest, but he said that this is an extraordinary period and he insisted on continuing to preside over the work. If it wasn't because he was injured accidentally this time, this The spirit of responsibility can completely apply for the "Top Ten People Who Touched the Three Worlds" award."

Bai Wutu didn't understand, wasn't Zheng Ju injured because of the mission?Why can't I declare it?He asked: "Doctor, I just came here yesterday, when did Bureau Zheng get this injury?"

Doctor: "Last Saturday, I had a rest that day. I was called back early in the morning before dawn."

Isn't Saturday the early morning of the second day when Bureau Zheng replaced him on the night shift?But that day his duty record clearly stated that "the situation is normal", if the alarm was sounded when he encountered a wolf demon at night, how could Zheng Ju not say anything?

Could it be that Bureau Zheng was walking on the road after signing in the morning and met the wolf demon who also got up early?This doesn't seem to be in line with the living habits of wolves, does it?

Baiwutu was puzzled, knocked on the door and entered the dark bedroom, and saw Zheng Fuhu lying on the bedside, with a pale face again.

Did the military doctor come to change the medicine just now?The replacement medicine is not poisonous, is it?

Bai Wutu stepped forward: "Ju Zheng, why do you look so ugly after changing the medicine?"

Zheng Fuhu closed his eyes: "The gauze is stuck to the wound, and it hurts a little when I tear it off. I'll be fine after a while."

Bai Wutu: "..." The wound was bleeding, it is estimated that at least half of it was caused by him...

When the leader said he wanted to take a break, his subordinates would naturally wink. Bai Wutu was a guilty conscience and prepared to go out lightly.

Zheng Fuhu said suddenly: "I was too impulsive yesterday."

Bai Wutu's hands and feet stopped in the air: "Ah? What's wrong?"

"There was no homicide last night because there were too many people on patrol yesterday. No matter how insane the murderer was, he would not be stupid. He would never pick yesterday to do it." Zheng Fuhu raised his hand to cover his face, "Whether it is the wolf or not I have already alerted the snake to the crime committed by the demon, and the real murderer is likely to abscond to other cities to avoid the limelight or continue to commit crimes."

His voice was exhausted and frustrated, as if he had just been lying down all morning and did not rest: "If someone dies at the hands of this murderer again, whether it is in this city or not, it is my responsibility."

The murderer was very arrogant. He chose to commit crimes after [-] o'clock in the evening for five consecutive days. He did not shy away from it and even deliberately provoked him. Baiwutu began to have such worries when he patrolled until midnight yesterday, but he couldn't just watch Watching Zheng Ju exhaust himself to the point of collapse, he comforted him: "Zheng Ju, maybe it's not a wolf demon?"

Zheng Fuhu raised his eyelids a little, and sneered extremely disdainfully: "You only met it once, and you still speak for it?"

"No, no," said Bai Wutu kindly, being regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs, he regained his broken sympathy before continuing, "To be honest, as far as the demon-binding rope and soul-fixing needle in our bureau are equipped, they are decades old. If the demon really wants to do bad things, will it care how many people patrol with the 'demon-binding rope'? It really cares how many people patrol, I think it is still human."

Zheng Fuhu didn't speak, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking along his train of thought.

Bai Wutu: "I think we can continue to research in the direction of 'people'."

Zheng Fuhu was puzzled: "There was no new case yesterday, how can we study it?"

"He used the same technique for several days in a row, and it went very smoothly. Then he will probably still use this technique when he commits crimes again. We have to study the old one first," Bai Wutu rolled up his shirt sleeves: " Director, let's restore the scene!"

Zheng Fuhu: "..."

Bai Wutu was eager to try, holding something empty in his hand: "I'm here to give you medicine? I'm down? I'm here?"

Zheng Fuhu's pale face recovered a trace of blood: "...you come."

Bai Wutu: "You're right, the trick of covering your face with drugs and covering your mouth won't work. This time I pretended to ask for help, took you into a dark alley, and then showed you something."

Zheng Fuhu looked at him intently, his face became more bloody, and asked: "...what is it?"

Bai Wutu held his palm in front of Zheng Fuhu in a dignified way: "Maybe it's some kind of volatile drug, it doesn't look terrible, it doesn't even look like anything, so people have to look at it for a while, but if you look at it or It was already inhaled when I smelled it. Director Zheng, look, is there such a possibility?"

Not long after Bai Wutu took a shower, a few drops of water from the tip of his hair fell on Zheng Fuhu's face between his bowing movements. He took out a handkerchief and wiped it off while apologizing.

Zheng Fuhu seemed to be completely immersed in the case, and didn't mind these little things at all. He let him wipe it off and said seriously: "It's possible. I was poisoned."

One of Bai Wutu's conjectures was affirmed, as if he was encouraged: "Then your medicinal properties kicked in, and I guided you to become interested in me. Well, this step..."

Zheng Fuhu: "Skip. I'm interested in you, then what?"

Why is Bureau Zheng so considerate today?

"Then let's... do that," Bai Wutu's imagination stopped here, and he asked for help, "What should I do?"

Zheng Fuhu stared at him for a while, got up and sat on the side of the bed, and motioned: "Lie down."

"Okay," Bai Wutu lay down on his bed, and when he looked at Zheng Fuhu, he suddenly found that the angle was different, which caused the Zheng Fuhu in front of him to be very different from the Director Zheng he usually saw. He couldn't help being distracted and said incoherently, " I... the murderer is lying down, will the victim also lie down?"

Zheng Fuhu sat on the edge of the bed without moving, reminded lightly: "You lie down, I should be on my stomach."

It was the first time for Bai Wutu to meet the director while lying down, and the other party was still aloof and did not cooperate with him to restore the scene. This made him feel that his ideas were ignored, and he hurriedly said: "Then, that, you Just get down?"

Zheng Fuhu still didn't move, probably because he was afraid of being pushed by him yesterday, he paused and said, "I have to lie on you...is that okay?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Bai Wutu had been lying down for more than a minute, feeling like he was playing a scene restoration game alone, and he was extremely embarrassed. He said to himself, "As long as you lie down, you can do anything", "Lie down quickly!" Let's go", "If you have something to say, lie down and talk about it", said, "Then you lie on me...be careful not to press your wound!"

"Okay." Zheng Fuhu stood up, knelt on one knee beside the bed, and pressed his other leg overlapping Bai Wutu's calf, "Then I'm here."

"Come on!" Bai Wutu put his heart on the sidelines as if looking at death, and closed his eyes tightly, feeling that his body was bearing an extra warm weight.

The weight gradually spread from the calf to the knee, and then upwards, the two thighs touched - he suddenly thought of a question, if Zheng Ju continued to press over, wouldn't it be his...little brother?

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to see Zheng Fuhu supporting his body with one hand, stopping at this position and looking at him.

Even more condescending than before!

Bai Wutu couldn't help asking: "Ju Zheng, why don't you...don't come?"

Zheng Fuhu lay down a little more, but stopped before reaching the position where Bai Wutu was worried: "That's not the case."

Lying on the bed, Bai Wutu could only look up at him humbly, "What isn't it?"

Zheng Fuhu stood up and patted him: "Get up. The alley where the No. 1 victim was killed is a gravel road. If the murderer lay on it in such a place, wouldn't the skin on his back be worn out after the two had sex?" Is it? Even if you are pursuing pleasure, you won’t be able to catch up with yourself.”

Bai Wutu got up quickly, touched his face inadvertently, felt inexplicably hot, and stammered, "Then, what's going on?"

Zheng Fuhu looked past him to the bed: "It's another position. Do you want to try again?"

"Try it..." Bai Wutu thought to himself, he was already lying down, if he didn't try anything else, would Zheng Ju feel that he really wanted to lie down on someone's bed and said that on purpose?He asked modestly, "Ju Zheng, how can we try again?"

"The flesh on the victim's back was almost completely damaged. It may have been bitten by the murderer, or it may have been worn by himself." Zheng Fuhu lay on the bed, "I'll lie down, and you sit on me."

Bai Wutu looked at Zheng Fuhu's natural posture lying on the bed, and asked worriedly: "Do you have any injuries on your stomach?"

Zheng Fuhu's face turned cold instantly: "What do you think I will be beaten up by that wolf demon?"

"It doesn't mean that." Bai Wutu smiled and waved his hands, thinking, I wouldn't be surprised by how you were beaten by the wolf demon!

He said, "Then I'll sit up? Sit...here, okay?"

He was also condescending, but he didn't feel the superiority of Zheng Ju's embarrassment at all. On the contrary, he felt that it was right for Zheng Ju to lie on his bed, and he should blush even more when he was kneeling.

Zheng Fuhu's voice was very clear in the quiet room: "You can go down a bit."

Bai Wutu laughed, thinking of making a joke to calm Director Zheng's depressed mood: "If you go any further, I'm afraid you'll be overwhelmed!"

Zheng Fuhu had no sense of humor at all, and commanded seriously: "Who told you to sit down, wouldn't you sit down lightly?"

"Oh." Bai Wutu supported Zheng Fuhu's waist, moved his body, moved back a little, and felt that he was not serious, "Is this so?"

Zheng Fuhu didn't say right or wrong, and let out an inaudible "hmm".

Bai Wutu asked: "What happens after you sit on it?"

Zheng Fuhu coughed: "Then the two had a relationship, and the murderer bit the flesh on the victim's chest during the process, so there was blood all over the scene - if the person died and then bitten, it wouldn't be so much Blood. This also proves that the drug used by the murderer can make people lose the pain, otherwise the victim would not be able to bleed while doing it..."

"But," Bai Wutu sat on Zheng Fuhu's body, feeling soft, firm and elastic. He was sitting very comfortably, when he heard the words suddenly interrupted, "Isn't it said that there will be pleasure? It may be caused by pleasure. Does the victim feel no pain?"

Hearing the sound, Zheng Fuhu turned his face to the side and said ruthlessly after a few seconds: "Come down."

Bai Wutu didn't know whether it was his words that offended the leader or whether he sat for a long time and made the leader numb. He said "oh" and obediently climbed down: "The body of the second victim was found on the stairs. Yes, the murderer probably didn't go to wait for someone on purpose, so it is likely that he saw the victim enter the stairwell and followed him in, and then the two happened in the stairwell..."

Zheng Fuhu: "It's unlikely."

Bai Wutu: "Why?"

Zheng Fuhu made a gesture: "I went to the scene, and the blood stains are less than two meters away from the doors of the residents on the upper and lower floors. If it is such a short distance, it is impossible for the residents in the stairwell to not hear it."

Bai Wutu tilted his head in doubt: "What did you hear?"

Zheng Fuhu didn't speak again, he tidied up the things on the bedside table and seemed to be planning to leave.

Bai Wutu was even more puzzled: "What did you hear?"

Zheng Fuhu looked back at him, barely raised his left hand, and clapped his palms together a few times.

Bai Wutu: "???"

Why is our bureau chief used to being a leader, and when analyzing the case, does someone have to applaud him non-stop?

Bai Wutu had no choice but to clap his hands a few times in cooperation.

Zheng Fuhu's face became even more ugly: "I'm telling you, if two people have a relationship, can you not make a sound at all!"

Bai Wutu thought about it in an instant, his face that had just cooled down turned red again, and he said submissively: "Oh... I know, I know... What's going on?"

"Blood flowed from the window sill at the corner of the stairs." Zheng Fuhu glanced at him angrily, "It is possible that two people had sex on the platform outside the window. At that time, the murderer closed the window from the outside to isolate the sound, and committed the crime." Then he pushed the victim into the stairwell. It explained that he was very sure of the performance of the drug used by the murderer, and he had a special way of escape or someone let him out, so he was not worried about being in a place where many people lived around him. He was discovered and arrested when he committed the crime and evacuated."

"If there is such a drug that is poisonous when you smell it, and it attacks in a short period of time and makes you lose your sense of pain and lose your mind, it will be too harmful to society." Bai Wutu said while flipping through the information on the bedside , picked up a black-and-white photo of the scene, "But this small platform is only one meter wide, and it is used for placing flower pots for residents. How could two people..."

Zheng Fuhu took the photo from his hand, pointed the corner of the photo towards the corner of the wall next to the door, and motioned him to stand against the wall: "It's enough for both of you to stand."

Bai Wutu took a few steps back and stood at the base of the wall: "Is that all right?"

Zheng Fuhu looked at the photo, and then at him: "No. The blood on the wall and the glass was sprayed, but part of the window sill was clean and not stained with blood, indicating that something was covered here when the crime happened. Taken away by the murderer. I think it may be part of the murderer's own body, such as... a leg."

Bai Wutu stood close to the table and put one foot on the table: "Is this so?"

"It's not right." Zheng Fuhu picked up the photo, turned towards the white house, and criticized, "The window sill and the wall are on the same level. The murderer should face the wall and then lift his legs parallel to the window sill. You It's a ninety-degree angle, and the legs are almost out of the platform."

Bai Wutu turned around as he said, lifted his legs to the table, and kept them on the same plane as his body.

That table was originally placed in the living room as a table for tea sets and incense burners. It was slightly higher than ordinary tables. It may have been moved in because it felt that the room was small and would not take up space.

Bai Wutu had to lift his calf higher than his waist, and he had to hold his fingers against the wall to keep his whole body attached to it... It was too shameful to turn his back on Zheng Fuhu. Leaning against the wall to cool down, he asked, "Ju Zheng, is this... right?"

Zheng Fuhu didn't speak, walked forward silently, raised his hand gently against his back, separated his forehead from the wall, and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Don't get so close, wait I'll catch a cold soon."

"Ah? Oh...Okay." Bai Wutu leaned back, and the palm of his forehead was also leaned back. The whole person leaned on Zheng Fuhu, and the sound of breathing from another person was more obvious, the most important thing. What's more... He clearly felt that the person behind him was using something he also had to separate the two of them in an aggressive manner!

Baiwutu said angrily: "Zheng... Bureau Zheng."

"As a victim," Zheng Fuhu leaned his head against his ear, breathing the air around his ear and neck, "Can I hug you?"

"...Yes, I want to hug." The murderer and the victim were on the turning platform leading from the second floor to the third floor. If they didn't hug, they might slip and fall downstairs.

But this kind of permission to Bai Wutu is really hard to say, he promised so much that even he himself couldn't hear clearly: "Hug it."

Zheng Fuhu raised his left hand, which was pulling the wound, and framed him vaguely around his waist, then gradually tightened it until he held it with a little force, pulling him tightly into his arms.

Through the light clothes, Bai Wutu could feel the slight tremor of the arm due to exertion, and he asked worriedly: "Ju Zheng, the wound doesn't hurt when you're like this."

Zheng Fuhu rested his chin on his right shoulder, and seemed to have closed his eyes: "Didn't I get poisoned? If I'm poisoned, I don't feel pain."

"Oh..." Bai Wutu stuck to his body, not daring to lean back, for fear of pressing on Zheng Fuhu's wound again.But as soon as the contact position between the two separated, he was pushed back by the arm on his waist.After doing this twice, he simply stopped shaking and asked, "Zheng Zheng?"