Am I the one who was wronged?

When the morning light is bright, there will be three shots in the sun.

Brilliant sunlight came in from the window, forming two bright beams of light, and the entire bedroom was illuminated with fine dust, which was faintly dazzling.

They all got up from the soft blanket, yawned and turned to the bathroom to wash up.

Although the style of the room is quaint, the daily water and electricity system is still complete. Turning on the faucet to let the water "crash", he looked up at the mirror.

The facial features are still neat and good-looking, and the skin is also very fair and clear.

It was the faint blue-black eyes, which exposed the fact that he didn't sleep well last night.

His eyes were extremely sore, and he had to work hard to open them, and his whole body was filled with sleepiness.

Really sleepy, he was playing at Zhao Ran's last night, and Mr. Jin came here to pick him up.

On the way back, the night was dark and windy, and the atmosphere was good, so he couldn't help but look at Mr. Jin twice more.

The so-called beauties under the moon are always more and more beautiful, especially top beauties like Mr. Jin.

With the addition of moonlight, it's like a fairy falling into the mundane world.

As a result, from the time he came back with Mr. Jin to the time he washed and lay down on the bed, his chest was throbbing wildly, and he tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

It's like making pancakes, tossing until midnight, and finally falling asleep after chanting sutras.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I dreamed of a phoenix flower with more flowers than fire.

Mr. Jin leaned against the flower tree, half lying on his back under the sea of ​​flowers, stretching his long legs leisurely.

The contours of the facial features are perfect, and even the strands of hair are beautiful.

His expression was cold, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was obviously asleep.

He stood in front of the tree, watching it obsessively, not daring to go forward.

I was afraid that I would make too much noise and disturb Mr. Jin's dream again.

Until there was a breeze, the phoenix flower was blown by the wind and slowly fell down.

Unbiased, it landed on Mr. Jin's face, and then slid to the perfectly lined lips.

He held his breath, tried his best to lighten his movements, walked over slowly, reached out to pick up the flower, but his eyes were glued to Mr. Jin's pale lips.

His chest was throbbing crazily, and there was a strange itching sensation in his throat.

There was a voice in his heart shouting, telling him to lower his head quickly and taste the taste of those lips carefully.

In the dream, he seemed to be fascinated, full of lust, but he really lowered his head and slowly moved towards Mr. Jin.

Then Mr. Jin disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was the fat, round face of his master.

He glared at him, holding a mallet that he didn't know where he found it in his hand, completely mistaking his head for a wooden fish, and knocked at him.

While knocking, I muttered, "Amitabha, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form."

"The red face and dry bones, but for a moment."

"If you dare to look at the beauty again, see if I don't knock your head off."

Always, "..."

He was not in a daze, and quickly turned around and ran, with his master chasing after him.

Running and running, Mr. Jin is gone, and the phoenix flower is gone, and the scene cuts to Tuyuan Mountain.

He and his master ran after each other all night on Tuyuan Mountain without stopping for a moment.

When he opened his eyes, he suddenly thought he was in the temple.

Not only were his eyes sore, but his whole body was sore, as if he had been beaten.

Two words can describe it, uncomfortable.

He yawned, took a cup of cold water to wash his face, walked to the window and sat down with his rosary in his hand.

Facing the bright beam of light in the room, I was preparing to recite scriptures for morning class.

Of course, you can skip breakfast. When you are hungry until noon, you can eat more with an empty stomach.

Morning classes are a must. If you don’t wait until the time is out of date, if you make up again, the effect will be much worse.

As soon as he sat cross-legged, the wooden door made a "squeak" sound, Zhao Ran pushed the door open and came in, yelling at him, "Master, what time is it?"

Stepping into the threshold, I saw him sitting in front of the window, looking up against the light.

Seeing his uncle blending with the sunlight, for a moment he couldn't tell where was the light and where was the person, he just thought it was a bright and dazzling mass, very dazzling.

He quickly raised his hand to cover his eyes, and laughed dryly, "Uncle Shi is doing morning class, so I didn't bother you."

They all had no expression on their faces, "..." Yes, of course they did, didn't they ask the question knowingly.

The sunlight was too bright, and Zhao Ran couldn't see his expression clearly because his vision was blocked against the light.

But I knew that as long as he started to do the morning class, no matter what happened, he would insist on finishing the scriptures.

He definitely won't give up halfway, just for the trivial things like jumping up and hitting himself on the head with a tablet.

He relaxed a little, and walked over slowly, "Uncle, what do you want to eat in the morning, I'll make it for you, something happened in the villa, so I don't have time to talk to us."

They all held the Seven Treasures Buddha beads, faced the bright sunlight, closed their eyes slightly, and began to recite scriptures silently in their hearts.

I'm not very interested in what happened in the villa.

Zhao Ran saw that he closed his eyes, and knew that he had the habit of doing morning classes and could not be disturbed.

This is the most important thing, I found a chair and sat down in front of him, muted the phone, and started playing games.

After more than half an hour, when the morning class is finished, they all carry their tablets and prepare to go out.

Zhao Ran quickly stopped the game and followed up with his mobile phone, "Uncle, Uncle, are you hungry? It's already 09:30, let me serve you a bowl of noodles."

He stood at the door, holding the tablet and asked Zhao Ran, "Where is Jiang Ruo, is he in the room?"

Zhao Ran twitched the corner of his mouth, a little unhappy, "Yes, the doctor surnamed Yang came to our yard in the morning and helped Jiang Ruo treat the wound again.

Xiao Ruo was injured too badly, so she was given anesthesia, but the effect of the medicine hadn't worn off yet, so she was lying on the bed. "

The doctor was so annoying, he came in with a medicine box, always smiling.

He also constantly disliked the wound he had bandaged, and was picky from the beginning to the end, saying that he couldn't do anything.

He is not a doctor, and it is really unprofessional to deal with the wound, but at least he cleaned and disinfected it well.

It's just that the bandaging technique is a bit poor, it's not as bad as the ones complained about, it's completely useless!

snort!Sure enough, being a doctor is very annoying, Zhao Ran pouted.

I complained in my heart, but I didn't get down to business, "That's right, uncle, when the doctor was helping Xiao Ruo with his wound, he took a look at his face.

Said that he was still young and his bones hadn't opened yet, and asked if he should be corrected for his facial bones. "

They all looked at Zhao Ran with a dazed face, bone correction, what the hell, I don't understand.

Zhao Ran grabbed his hair and was a little dazed, "Actually, I didn't understand it too well, it probably just made Xiao Ruo look better, not to mention how good-looking it is.

At least I don't have to be pointed at when I go out like now, I think it's pretty good. "

Just nod your head, that's really good.

He was a little puzzled, and typed on the tablet, "Does Doctor Yang understand this?"

Zhao Ran curled his lips in disgust, "... who knows, it may be a doctor he knows, he is a doctor, so he must have his own circle.

But with Xiaoruo's situation, I guess the price should not be cheap. "

Yiyi smiled and waved his hand, indicating that money is not a problem.

The money stolen from Liu Yi last time was just right for Xiao Ruo.

He thought for a while, and typed for Zhao Ran, "I'll go to Dr. Yang later and talk to him about it."

Zhao Ran looked behind him, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he muttered in a low voice, "There's no need to look for it."

Everyone turned their heads, and Dr. Yang was standing behind him with a medical kit.

Wearing a daily white shirt, black trousers, and silver-rimmed glasses, his whole body is full of elegance and handsomeness.

Curving the corners of her lips, she greeted him softly with a smile, "Good morning, all."

Zhao Ran muttered softly beside him, "Gentle scum, hum."

Unwilling to be with Dr. Yang, he turned around and went back to the yard first.

All smiled slightly, it was already ten o'clock, it was getting late.

Holding the tablet in his arms, he typed "da da da", "Xiao Ruo's wound on the face, thank you for helping to deal with it, and what exactly is the shaping you mentioned."

"You don't need to thank me, Mr. Jin ordered it, otherwise I wouldn't know he was injured."

Doctor Yang kept smiling. Even if he knew, he would not take the initiative to treat the wound for others.

It's true that he is a doctor, but he doesn't know that there is bleeding from the wound, so he can't help but want to take care of it.

That's not a doctor, that's OCD.

As for facial shaping, Dr. Yang smiled gently, "I am not a professional in this area, if you are interested, I will take you to my junior sister after you go down the mountain.

She is an expert in this field, so let her check Jiang Ruo first, and then formulate a detailed correction plan. "

Everyone nods their heads to express their agreement, then wait until we get back and talk about it later.

Dr. Yang picked up the medicine box in his hand and looked at him with a smile, "I just gave Mr. Jin an injection, do you want to go in and see him?"

The interrogative sentence was spoken in a firm tone, knowing that he would not refuse.

After speaking, he smiled and nodded, and walked out of the yard with the medicine box in one hand.

They all stood in the yard for a while, and walked to Jin Fengyu's room with the tablet in their arms. Although they lived in the same yard, they didn't live next door.

The courtyard is in an antique style, square and square, with a kitchen and a storage room, and there are six rooms in total, large and small.

Jin Fengyu lives in the upper part, and he lives in the room on the left. After he and Mr. Jin came back yesterday, they went back to their rooms to sleep without much communication.

He didn't sleep well, so he got up late, and he didn't know if Mr. Jin slept well.

There should be no problem. Facing the red glow reflected by the phoenix flowers, I walked slowly into Jin Fengyu's room.

Mr. Jin was sitting in a wheelchair with a thin blanket on his knees, looking down at the book in his hand.

Eyebrows drooped, his expression was a little cold, and his whole body exuded the lightness of alpine spring water.

The warm sunlight reflected his perfect facial features, and even the falling shadows looked extraordinarily beautiful.

The black pottery pot was in his hand, and the peach saplings in it were crisp and vibrant.

Sensing the movement, Jin Fengyu raised his head from the page.

Seeing that it was him, the indifference all over his body dissipated. He closed the book he was holding and put it on his lap, smiled lightly and beckoned to him, "All, come and sit down."

They all clutched their chests and sighed silently.

It really can't be blamed for his weak Zen mind, who can bear Mr. Jin's smile like this.

He couldn't bear it at all, even if he would be chased by his master, he couldn't help it.

Holding the tablet in his arms, he walked up to Mr. Jin and sat down.

Jin Fengyu looked at him with gentle eyes, and asked softly, "Did you not sleep well yesterday?"

Everyone was stunned for a while, Jin Fengyu smiled gently, raised his finger and pointed to his eyes, "There are some bruises here, are you not used to the bed in the room, I will ask them to change it for you, how about it."

Yiyi touched his eyes, his complexion was fair, natural, the kind that can't be tanned even in the sun, and it's easy to see if there is a little trace.

But when he just took a shower, he had already soaked it in cold water. Can you still see the dark circles under his eyes?

Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Jin Fengyu smiled softly, "It's not particularly obvious, it's very shallow, you have to look carefully to see it."

Yiyi blinked, and inexplicably heard some strong concern from this sentence.

He said that his dark circles were very shallow and needed to be carefully observed, but after a face-to-face meeting, Mr. Jin could see it.

It's not caring, it's God! It's clearly caring about him, hehehe, his brother didn't recognize him in vain.

He shook his head lightly, hugged the tablet and typed "da da da", "It has nothing to do with the bed. I don't recognize the bed. I had a dream last night and didn't sleep well."

He used to run around with his master, even rolling over haystacks, and slept soundly.

The slightly delicate habit of recognizing the bed is not suitable for a young monk like him who runs around.

Jin Fengyu looked at him with concern in his eyes, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Always, "..."

He shook his head with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Not a nightmare, but not a sweet dream either, well, it's a long story.

Looking at his expression, Jin Fengyu was slightly taken aback, and then seemed to understand something.

The smile on the corner of his mouth grew stronger, "Boys will have this kind of dream when they grow up, it's normal, don't feel embarrassed."

Thinking of him growing up in the temple, and respecting the Buddha in his heart, he was afraid that he would be frightened by this kind of dream.

Looking at him with gentle eyes, he softly comforted, "This is the nature of human relations, and the Buddha will not blame you."

Always, "..."

Whether the Buddha will blame him, he doesn't know, anyway, his master is very angry.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have chased him all night in her dream with a mallet in her hand.

He looked at Mr. Jin, his eyes gliding over those light-colored lips, thinking of the dream he had last night, his ears couldn't help getting hot, and he quickly looked away.

Turning his head to look at the book on Mr. Jin's lap, he wanted to quickly change the topic.

Jin Fengyu knew that he was shy, and couldn't bear to embarrass him. With a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, he showed the title of the book to him kindly.

It is a brand new "Book of Songs", looking at him with gentle eyes, "It's not bad, do you want to read it all?"

They all shook their heads, slightly surprised, and typed "da da da" on the tablet, "I didn't expect you to like watching this."

With Mr. Jin's current status and status, only others bother to please him.

There is no need to force yourself to contact people or things you don't like.

If you can read the "Book of Songs" in your hand, you must like it. If you don't like it, you won't read it at all.

Others may be mediocre, and Mr. Jin sits there, that is, others need vassals.

Rubbing the writing with his fingers, Jin Fengyu smiled gently, his voice was low and sweet, "Do you think I should like foreign cultures more?"

They all nodded, then changed their expressions slightly, and shook their heads hastily.

Afraid that Mr. Jin would not understand what he meant, he hurriedly used the tablet to explain, "I didn't mean you worship foreign countries, I just think that you are more accustomed to foreign cultures.

I heard from others that you studied in a foreign university..."

In foreign universities, he is proficient in several foreign languages ​​and has several degrees on his body.

This was what he heard from others at the beginning, so he felt that Mr. Jin might...

"It's okay, don't be nervous, I don't mean to blame you."

Mr. Jin smiled gently, and patted his arm lightly, "Culture itself has no borders. I like both domestic and foreign cultures. I chose to study abroad at the beginning, purely because it is safer abroad than at home."

Back then he was kidnapped and almost lost his life because of it, but the elders in his family turned a blind eye.

The person who planned to kidnap him saw it, and naturally became more confident, and troubles continued every day.

He was forced to have no choice but to choose to leave the Jin family, or even leave the country, to study in the most unfamiliar place.

Fortunately, before his parents passed away for some reason, they left him a sum of money, which was enough for him to complete his studies smoothly.

In addition, the old man didn't want to fight directly with his elder brother, so he was very happy when he heard that he was going abroad, so he sent someone to send him abroad.

He also left a so-called settling allowance for him, so that he can buy a house and a car abroad with money.

If his elder brother hadn't had any accidents, he should have settled in Country Y.

Live in a small town with a beautiful environment and find a stable and comfortable job at will.

Occasionally, he also communicated with his friends and asked them to visit Tuyuan Temple on his behalf and offer incense sticks in front of the Buddha.

Those in the Jin family, including the old man.

When you don't need him, you wish that he is far away in the sky, and when you need him, you wish that he can do decathlon and support the Jin family immediately.

It's kind of funny when you think about it sometimes.

Yiyi held the tablet and frowned slightly.

In his dream, after they escaped from the ghost car, the good-looking brother ran away with him in his arms.

It was because someone was chasing him, so he had to leave the place quickly and find a safe place.

So in the end, Mr. Jin was barely safe because he hid abroad.

He lowered his head, took out his tablet and typed, "Who is hunting you down."

Jin Fengyu was slightly stunned, and asked softly, "How do you know someone is chasing me?"

It's... Do you remember, then I caused you to be seriously injured, and you almost couldn't survive.

Don't you think of it too, will you blame me, all of them.

They all hugged the tablet and typed "da da da", "If you say it's not safe, then someone must be chasing you, it's always been done in TV dramas, isn't it.

Who are those people? Are they the enemies of your Jin family? "

Jin Fengyu shook his head, then smiled softly, "It's okay, they are all dead."

Surprise flashed across Yiyi's eyes, "..." Are they all dead?

"I didn't do it." Knowing that Yiyi bowed to the Buddha, with great compassion in his heart, he was afraid that Yiyi would misunderstand that his hands were stained with blood, and explained in a low voice, "It was all accidents, an air crash, a... The cause of death is still being investigated by the police."

Yiyi was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he typed "da da da" and asked, "You said the police are investigating, did the latter one happen just now?"

He had just finished asking this question when someone knocked lightly on the courtyard door and Dr. Yang walked in.

Smiling and talking to them gently, "Mr. Jin, this is Police Officer Bai who is here to investigate the murder case. Regarding Mrs. Jin's death, Officer Bai has some questions to ask."

They all raised their heads and looked in their direction.

It was Little Bai Yang in police uniform who came in behind Doctor Yang.

He looked at little Bai Yang, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

What a coincidence, you can meet them all here.

Eh, no, Xiao Baiyang is a policeman, and he is here to investigate the murder case.

Just who did Doctor Yang say died, Mrs. Jin? !

Little Baiyang was a little surprised when he saw him, and looked around, "Zhao Ran is here too?"

They all nodded and typed "da da da" on the tablet, "Is there a murder case in the villa?"

"Yes."

Little Baiyang nodded with a serious expression, and told him about the murder in the villa.

The one who died was Mrs. Jin, Mr. Jin's sister-in-law, the pretty lady who pointed at him at the banquet yesterday and asked the security to drive him out.

Yesterday, he was supposed to send her down the mountain, but Dr. Yang was afraid that the old man would speak up, and Mr. Jin was as soft-hearted as before, so he temporarily detained her in the villa, and planned to send her back as soon as possible today.

But before he could move in the morning, someone heard Bai Lingling and Lu Ting screaming, "Killer, come and save me!"

When Dr. Yang received the news, he hurried over to check the situation and found Mrs. Jin dead.

The corpse was in her own room, her eyes were wide open, her expression was ferocious, her fingers pinched her neck, twisted strangely, her throat and phalanges were all broken.

Not only that, but the stomach was cut open by a sharp weapon, and the abdominal cavity was empty.

All the internal organs were missing, and even the bloodstains flowing on the ground didn't particularly match the wound.

The wound was too big, the blood on the ground + on Bai Lingling and Lu Ting's body was only [-]% of normal bleeding, less than [-]%.

To put it simply, Mrs. Jin died in a very strange way, as if her internal organs and blood had been stolen.

Bai Lingling was better, having experienced big scenes, although she was quite frightened, she was still able to speak.

But Lu Ting couldn't do it. When she saw the corpse, she fainted from fright and fell down with Mrs. Jin, covered in blood all over her body.

After finding out the situation, Dr. Yang immediately called the police, and Xiao Baiyang was the policeman who came to deal with the case.

After finding out the identity of the deceased, he went straight to visit Mr. Jin.

On the one hand, Mr. Jin was the family member of the deceased. On the other hand, he knew from Bai Lingling's records that Mr. Jin and Mrs. Jin had some problems.

Naturally, I wanted to come over and ask for clarification, but I didn't expect to meet Yiyi here.

Dr. Yang frowned and laughed softly, "I called the police. Mr. Jin's leg injury has not healed and he still can't stand up. You don't doubt that I killed him, do you?"

Little Baiyang looked serious and stared at him sharply, "This possibility cannot be ruled out."

Doctor Yang, "...Officer Bai, have I offended you? The wound on Mrs. Jin's body was clearly injured by the sharp claws of a beast. Do you still doubt me?

Since you are so powerful, why don't you perform an orc transformation for me here. "

Little Baiyang's face was cold, and his tone was cold, "Since you are a doctor, you haven't heard that wounds can be faked."

Everyone was a little confused, "..." What's the matter?

They haven't seen each other before, so why did they put it on the shelf?

Could it be that this is the legendary aura incompatibility.

He curled his lips and watched the movie with his tablet in his arms. Dr. Yang almost rolled his eyes, "The wound looks like it was scratched by a cat. How can I fake it for you?"

Little Baiyang sneered, "How dare you say it's not fake, which cat has such big paws?"

Always, "..."

He silently raised his little hand, looked at Dr. Yang, and typed "da da da", "The wound looks like a cat scratch? Is it a particularly large cat paw print."

Dr. Yang nodded, "The shape looks like a cat's scratch, but the size doesn't match."

Yiyi thought about it, typed "da da da", "Since it is a big cat paw print, it must be a big cat, Xiao Ruo said yesterday when he came back.

There is a very strange black cat that can drag him with its tail. I think it should be transformed by the evil spirit of the mountain. "

He looked at Little Baiyang and typed with a tablet, "Notify the special investigation team to deal with it. That cat is very fierce, and you are no match for it."

Little Baiyang attached great importance to his opinion, and nodded upon hearing that, "Okay."

Turn around and go out to make a phone call. About four or ten minutes later, people from the special investigation team drove up the mountain.

It was their acquaintance, Lin You, who came.