heart poison

The temples gently pressed by the fingertips seemed to be throbbing, Hua Chong was stunned for a moment, and simply closed his eyes, at least to shut off the emotions brewing in his eyes.

But after the line of sight was blocked, his senses became more sensitive, and only then did he realize that Liu Zhiqin was not only rubbing his temples, but also half-closed his ears with his palms, and rubbed his thumbs against the roots of his ears seemingly without a trace.

This feeling is simply "bad".

He tried his best to relax the tense muscles, leaning back in the chair as if idly, not realizing that his eyelashes were trembling slightly, only worried that the burning temperature from the tips of his ears would quietly spread to Liu Zhiqin's palm.

Liu Zhiqin kneaded very skillfully. The thin calluses on the fingertips from typing the keyboard all the year round had a strong sense of presence. The pressure on the skin brought a light itching, and the itching gradually turned into an electric tingling.

Hua Chong pursed his lips inadvertently, not knowing whether he was enjoying or being tortured.

After a while, the touch on the temple left, but the tingling feeling seemed to be still there.Hua Chong opened his eyes, obviously feeling that he should breathe a sigh of relief, but he seemed a little reluctant in his heart, so he raised his hand and touched his forehead, only to feel that the dull pain that disturbed people just now has subsided unconsciously, and his mind is clear.

"Thank you." He raised his eyes to look at Liu Zhiqin, and was about to stand up, but saw Liu Zhiqin suddenly walked around in front of him, bent down, and put his hands on the armrests of the chair.

This movement itself carries an obvious sense of oppression.

The tall shadow suddenly fell, Hua Chong's slightly drooping eye tails raised, and his heart beat a little faster without warning.

"I..." Liu Zhiqin licked his lips while speaking, his neck tightened slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed the rest of the words halfway.

Hua Chong looked at him from below, he could clearly see the rolling of his Adam's apple, and his heart suddenly felt itchy inappropriately.

I didn't seem to have seen Liu Zhiqin from this angle before, but for the first time, I found that this guy's neck was particularly pleasing to me, slender and full of strength, the size of his Adam's apple was just right, and the protruding shape was very attractive.

I was so fascinated by it that I even wanted to reach out and touch it.

But where can a man's Adam's apple be touched casually?

Hua Chong thought about it for himself, and couldn't help but find it funny—if anyone touches his Adam's apple with a cheap hand, he might kick it over.

Thinking of this, I felt a little relieved suddenly, and a not-so-deep smile appeared on my lips, "What? What do you want to say?"

Liu Zhiqin's brows were slightly frowned, and there was a little anxiety in his serious eyes.

That apprehension seemed to be related to anticipation.

Hua Chong analyzed Liu Zhiqin's micro expressions with great interest, but he didn't understand what he was expecting.

"I..." Liu Zhiqin's voice was low and gentle, it seemed hoarse than usual, and he stopped after saying a word, which made people anxious.

Hua Chong's patience was exhausted on the case, his eyes narrowed, and he asked, "'You' what?"

Liu Zhiqin's Adam's apple rose and fell again, and after a few seconds, he said softly, "I suddenly want to kiss you."

Hua Chong's shoulders tightened, and his heart seemed to miss a beat.

He fixedly looked at Liu Zhiqin, his eyes were like sharp ice picks.

But before these ice cones could hurt Liu Zhiqin, they had already melted down one after another.

The lines between Liu Zhiqin's eyebrows deepened a little, and he added insincerely: "Is it okay?"

Hua Chong suddenly realized that "decisiveness", which is a necessary quality for serious criminal police, had been withdrawn from his body, otherwise why would he not be able to say no for a long time.

"Is it okay?" Liu Zhiqin's voice was very soft, full of bewitching.Hua Chong suspected that he had put all the tricks he usually used to deal with suspects on himself.

It should be rejected, after all, we haven't really been together yet, and we haven't promised each other anything.But the movements of the limbs ignore the "rejection" signal given by the brain.

He backed away from the back of the chair, and raised his face to Liu Zhiqin Ban, his eyes were warm, as if he was not enthusiastic, but he was not indifferent to invite him.

In the next second, his chin was hooked by his fingers.

It could not be said that the soft lips pressed against it, but it was domineering but also sensible, with a little taste of tobacco and sugar.

Hua Chong originally thought it was just a kiss, but when Liu Zhiqin's tongue tentatively licked between his lips, his chest felt numb, and his thoughts fell into a short, colorful blank.

He actually took the initiative to suck the tip of Liu Zhiqin's tongue, closed his eyes, and let the other party invade his territory.

The wonderful feeling of lips and tongues entangled instantly flooded the whole body, making every cell start to twitch.

Liu Zhiqin's kiss was extremely aggressive. After a moment of parrying, Hua Chong suddenly raised his hands and wrapped them around Liu Zhiqin's neck.

The unilateral aggression turned into a close confrontation.

Hua Chong's eyes were almost closed, but through a crack opened, he could see a glimpse of the world.

Liu Zhiqin is in his world.

The Liu Zhiqin in front of him has already looked like a mature man, and sometimes he is even more calm than himself, but for no reason, Liu Zhiqin's appearance in the joint training camp flashed in his mind - the face was smeared. Unrecognizable oil paint, tall, standing like a pine and cypress, but a little thin, even wearing camouflage, still looks like a young boy.

It's been so many years in a flash, the thin boy has grown into a man full of oppressive aura.

Fortunately, most of the time, Liu Zhiqin restrained this aura well, and only gentleness and patience were revealed.

For a moment of distraction, Hua Chong realized that he had "lost power" again, and it would take a lot of effort to regain the initiative, so he simply stopped struggling and allowed Liu Zhiqin to invade, catering generously, and even let out a contented low from time to time Moan.

When they parted, Liu Zhiqin reluctantly kissed his lower lip, his eyes were full of obsession.

For a while, the two looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

It was still Hua Chong who broke the silence - about a few years older, he should be more sensible.

He supported the armrest and stood up, wiped his wet lips with his fingers, and coughed twice, but just as he was about to push Liu Zhiqin aside, he suddenly felt his knees were a little sore.

The nostalgia in Liu Zhiqin's eyes has not faded away, and his eyes are glued to him, unwilling to let go.He went to the drinking fountain and poured a glass of cold water, drank it all in one gulp, and only then poured out most of the fire in his heart, and his mind gradually came to his senses.

He leaned against the wall next to the drinking fountain, raised his chin at Liu Zhiqin, and asked in a somewhat "cruel" way: "Do you have any thoughts on Yin Ziqiao's case?"

Liu Zhiqin wiped his face, and when he covered the upper half of his face with his palm, the corners of his lips were obviously drawn.

Hua Chong saw it and cleared his throat as a reminder.

When he let go, Liu Zhiqin's eyes had returned to normal, and even his tone became quiet, as if the intense kiss just now was just an illusion that existed in his mind.

"No one around Yin Ziqiao loves him, not even anyone who cares about his life." Liu Zhiqin said, "But it seems that there is no one who hates him and fears him enough to kill him. There is no clear motive, no There are many logical murders, but Yin Ziqiao's body and the details presented at the murder scene show that the murderer is an absolutely calm and thoughtful person, and 'he' must have a clear motive. Now we can't find the motive, the only possibility is ours I don’t know Yin Ziqiao well enough, and the person who hates or fears him is still hiding in a place we can’t see.”

"Yin Ziqiao grew up in a very bad environment." Hua Chong held his forehead with one hand and turned a pen with the other, "Zhou Lijuan said that he was violent and cowardly, but this kind of personality is probably not born with him, but a gift from his family." Yes. People like Yin Ziqiao are easily looked down upon by others, or even bullied——Pang Guyou and his group treat him as a plaything and a punching bag. But on the other hand, he is also easy to trample on weaker people than him. The anger of the place is on these people."

Liu Zhiqin put his hands in his trouser pockets, "So far, I haven't found such a person. Yin Ziqiao's words and deeds on the Internet are also quite satisfactory. He occasionally posts videos of himself singing, and almost no one watches them."

Hua Chong breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his face, "Frankly speaking, I thought this case was not difficult to solve. But after investigation, I can't even find out the murderer's motive."

"The murderer is too proficient in wiping his neck, could he be someone with a criminal record?" Liu Zhiqin said.

Hua Chong pondered, and said slowly: "If the murderer's target is not only Yin Ziqiao, he must commit the crime again, or he has committed the crime before, but for various reasons, the case has not been reported to us."

Liu Zhiqin immediately thought of the missing Xiao Chaogang.

Hua Chong understood his eyes, "If Xiao Chaogang's disappearance is related to the murderer who killed Yin Ziqiao, what role does Li Liwen play in it? An insider? Or an accomplice?"

Liu Zhiqin walked back and forth a few steps, "Maybe these are just two independent cases."

"Hmm." Hua Chong put away his pen, "For the time being, we should investigate separately. There are too many clues mixed together, but it will not help solve the case."

"The cutting of the throat has a big impact." Liu Zhiqin said, "There is a lot of discussion on the Internet, and it makes people panic. In fact, it is normal for everyone to worry. The nature of the throat cutting is too bad, and before the murderer is found, we will also be concerned about it." There is no way to guarantee that 'he' will not commit crimes again. Hua Dui, do you want to remind the various sub-bureaus to pay more attention?"

"Team Chen has already reported to the higher authorities." Hua Chong said, "We will definitely send additional mobile police vehicles at night."

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The news that a young man's throat was cut next to Tianluo Station spread throughout the city of Los Angeles within a day.Even though the bloody photos have been deleted again and again, there are still many "uncensored photos" circulating in a small area.

In a big city, murder may not be a particularly high-profile news item, but throat slits certainly are.

Cutting the throat is the most effective and convenient way to kill, and it brings great pain to the victim.The word "cut throat" alone seems to have an infiltrating effect.

Almost everyone who saw the photos at the scene raised their hands unconsciously and touched their necks.

Luke is a 29-year-old obstetrics and gynecology nurse at the Seventh People's Hospital of Los Angeles. It is common for her to leave work late at night. She has worked in the hospital for many years, so she is not very afraid of seeing bloody photos, but she learned that the man whose throat was cut was alone at night. After being killed while walking in an uninhabited back alley, he was still instinctively timid.

The police have not released the news of the arrest of the murderer. While the nurses are on duty at night, they are whispering about how to get home after get off work.

Some people say that things are not peaceful recently. The murderer cut the neck of one person, and maybe he will cut the neck of the second or third person.

Some people say that they usually take the night bus to go home, but after getting off the bus, they have to walk a long way at night, which is scary thinking about it, so they should take a taxi back from now on.

Some people say that taking a taxi is actually not safe. What if you encounter a driver who is planning to do something wrong?Didn't you see that there have been many incidents of drivers harassing female passengers recently?

Some people laughed and said that you have a husband to pick you up, so you don't have to worry about your own safety anyway, it's like standing and talking without pain in your back.

Lu Ke listened quietly at the side, did not speak, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Where's Xiao Ke? How do you plan to go home?" A nurse suddenly asked, "Hey, why are you in a daze? Are you scared?"

"Xiao Ke is timid, isn't he scared?" The other person said with a smile: "We just chat casually. Now the law and order is so good, and there are mobile police vehicles on duty on the road, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we I haven't done anything bad, so it's not our turn to wipe my neck!"

Lu Ke smiled, "I'm not afraid, it's just that I'm a little tired and sleepy today. You guys talk, I'll just listen."

"Is she tormented by the patient in the 14th bed? She, hey, is also pitiful. She suffered from this disease at a young age, and even after undergoing chemotherapy, she lost her human figure. She was so beautiful when she first moved in, It’s a pity that I have thick and long hair.” The older nurse said, “Sometimes when I look at her, I feel that everything is fate and I have to admit it. If we live, let's just treat her better, huh?"

As soon as the words fell, the nurse sensed that something was wrong, and followed the strange gazes of the others, only to see a skinny woman with a ghostly face standing quietly behind her, her lips were chapped and bloodless, and her eyes were almost dry. It's all resentment, obviously just turned 20 years old, already in a state of dying.

It was Lan Jing, a patient in bed 14!

The nurse shuddered.

The pale woman let out a shrill hum, then turned around, pushed the infusion stand, and staggered towards the corridor above the atrium.

Her footsteps were so light that they could hardly be heard, and the only sound was the rolling of the pulleys of the IV stand on the floor.

Her back is like a female ghost who has lost all life and is drifting away.And the atrium is like the cemetery where she will be buried forever.

Some patients who came to the hospital once joked, saying that your hospital shouldn’t build the inpatient department like this, why leave such a big patio in the middle?The inpatient department should be repaired on the first and first floors, why build an atrium?Like an invisible coffin.

The explanation of the hospital is that the center is vacant, and the four sides are covered with corridors. Patients can walk around the corridors to maintain a comfortable mood, which is more humane than the traditional inpatient department.

The nurses looked back, you looked at me, I looked at you, they seemed a little scared.

After a while, Lu Ke whispered, "Let's never talk about patients anymore, it's not good to be heard."

"That's right!" The youngest nurse quickly agreed, "Maybe she will complain!"

The nurse who was stared at by Lan Jing's gloomy eyes for several seconds was still in shock, and nodded woodenly. Son, I feel a chill down my spine."

"Really?" I said just now that I would never talk about patients again, but someone always followed me with curiosity and asked, "Could it be because people who don't live long have dark eyes in their eyes? She, she won't Is it just a few days?"

"Maybe. I heard Dr. Qiu talking to her father yesterday, saying that the family members should be mentally prepared."

"Hey, it's really pitiful. I'm only 20 years old. She's as beautiful as a flower."

Lu Ke reminded: "Don't talk about it, the patient's matter is not what we should discuss."

"We don't mean anything malicious, what's wrong with saying a few words? We didn't say anything bad about her, aren't we all feeling sorry for her?"

"But it's always bad to talk behind people's backs."

"Listen to Xiao Ke this time." A nurse clapped her hands, "Don't even talk about it, do things well, I really feel sorry for her, just leave her with dignity and decency..."

Before the words fell, there was a muffled sound from the direction of the atrium, followed by screams that exploded like thunder.

The nurses looked at each other, and Lu Ke was the first to react, "Oops! Something happened!"

"Jumped off a building! Someone jumped off a building! Ah! Doctor! Where is the doctor!"

The always quiet surgical inpatient building suddenly heard the sound of chaotic and dense footsteps and cries for help. Doctors, nurses, patients, relatives and nurses of patients flocked to the corridor above the atrium like a tide.

Their gazes converged on the open space in the atrium on the first floor, where a thin patient in hospital gown was convulsing, and her bare head was half sunken, and thick blood and brain matter were dripping from her body.

She didn't close her eyes, and at the last moment of her life, she was still staring at the hustle and bustle of the world.

This belongs to her, but it no longer belongs to her excitement.

Lu Ke firmly grasped the railing of the corridor, his shoulders kept shaking.

The inpatient building has nine floors, and the obstetrics and gynecology department is on the sixth floor. Lan Jing jumped down from here without a sound and hit the head on the ground. There is no possibility of surviving.

Lu Ke gasped, but the nurse who had been stared at by Lan Jing before had lost her legs and fell to the ground.

It is not uncommon for terminal cancer patients to commit suicide by jumping off a building and die in the inpatient department, but every time it happens, the hospital will be thrown into chaos.

Lan Jing's body was quickly carried away, and the police from the police station arrived after hearing the news. Lan Jing's mother passed out from crying, and her father kept blaming himself—I didn't take good care of her.

The nurses and doctors on duty in the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department couldn't leave for the time being, and took notes one by one. Everyone looked very nervous.

When he finished taking notes, Lu Ke's palms were covered in cold sweat, and his feet were as cold as if he was stepping on ice.

She lied to the police, claiming that she hadn't noticed anything unusual about Lan Jing—as other nurses had told the police.

Of course, the hospital is responsible for the patient jumping off the building, but when it is spread to everyone, no matter how heavy the responsibility is, it seems light.

The police said that the person who finished the record can leave.Lu Ke looked at the time, it was already 3 o'clock in the morning.

There is no "nine to five" in the hospital. Lu Ke returned to the nurse's station, opened the schedule, and made sure that he was not on duty in the morning and afternoon, so he packed his things and walked downstairs.

The No. [-] Hospital is in the east of Fukang District. She lives four stops away from the hospital. When she is off the night shift, she usually walks up a section, and then takes the bus. After getting off the bus, she can walk about [-] meters to get home.

But today she just wants to hurry home.

It just so happened that the nurse who was picked up by her husband had also finished taking notes, and when she saw her, she waved to her, "Xiao Ke, come up, I'll give you a ride."

Lu Ke is not used to troublesome people, but he was really scared today, and it is always more prudent to take a colleague's car.

When she got home, she fed the orange cat she had picked up, and quickly shrank into the bed.

And a dark shadow, like a ghost, left from the alleyway that no one noticed.

The orange cat let out a shrill cry as if frightened.

Lu Ke quickly turned on the light, hugged the orange cat with its fur and tail puffed up into his arms, and said in panic, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The orange cat couldn't speak, and a pair of glass bead-like eyes stared at her vigilantly, and seemed to be passing through her, staring at something else.

Her hands froze, her whole body turned cold, and she suddenly thought of Lan Jing before she committed suicide.

The window was not closed, the cold wind lifted the curtains and poured in from the window, she broke out in a cold sweat, her back was cold and numb.

The orange cat's eyeballs turned around, looked over her head, and looked behind her.

She was too scared to move, and wanted to look back, but her neck seemed unable to move.

Lan Jing's skeleton-like body, cold and venomous eyes, and the sunken head with his brains thrown out were all in his mind.

For a moment, she felt as if she was in the scariest horror movie, and when she turned around, she would be faced with a bloody face with no features.

When the sense of fear reached its peak, the orange cat that was holding it suddenly yelled, "Meow", not shrill or weird, just like when it was acting like a baby, the fur all over its body softened, and it began to lie down on the bed and lick its paws.

Lu Ke's chest heaved sharply, and it took more than ten minutes to calm down. He mustered up the courage to turn around and saw that there was nothing behind him.

She lifted the quilt, walked to the window uneasily, glanced outside, then closed and locked the window, and drew the curtains together.

After all this was done, the orange cat was huddled under the blanket, pretending to be asleep without moving.

But she never fell asleep again, turned on all the lights in the house, took the laptop, and started watching the latest hit TV series.

At this point, she saw the morning, and there were several episodes in the playback record, but she couldn't even recall the content of a single episode.

Before dawn, someone downstairs has already left for work.She closed the notebook wearily, and just as she pulled the quilt back, she heard a knock on the door in the living room.

She was so frightened that she almost stopped breathing, and after a few seconds, she heard a male voice outside the door: "Sorry, I went to the wrong floor."

She opened her eyes wide, staring at the half-covered bedroom door, and it took her some time to regain her senses.And the first sentence that comes to mind after regaining consciousness is: Don't do anything wrong with your heart, and don't be surprised when you knock on the door in the middle of the night.

She bent her legs and covered her ears vigorously, but she heard a voice in her heart say: But you have done something wrong.

The morning sun shines into the bedroom through the curtains, Lu Ke sat on the bed blankly, without moving for a long time.

Suddenly, the mobile phone placed by the bed vibrated, causing her heart to beat violently again.

A name flashed on the monitor, it was the nurse who took her home that night.

At this time, I received a call from my colleague, maybe I have to work overtime.

Usually, she hates working overtime the most, but today she looks forward to being called to work overtime.There are many people in the hospital, and there are many miscellaneous things. When you are busy, you will not think about it.

However, when the phone was connected, what I heard was not the news of overtime work.

The colleague spoke quickly, "Xiao Ke! Someone's throat was cut again! It's in our community!"