There is always a cheater behind every detective

During the day, the heavy and gorgeous curtains were drooping, and the sound of heavy breathing was almost the entire movement of the entire space. Under the dim light, the figures standing quietly around the sickbed were as silent as sculptures.

The sound of breathing quickened suddenly, and the group of expensive medical instruments by the bed also had an unusual reaction. Just when everyone thought that the old man would choke for breath in the next moment, he suddenly grabbed the arm of the young man beside the bed, as if using With all his strength, he brought his withered body close to the young man, his pale and chapped lips opened and closed, and his voice was as thin as a gnat, like a whisper.

"My most precious canary, I am waiting for you in hell."

The old man let go of his hands and fell back on the bed, and finally let out two low laughs before he choked. The joyful laughter accompanied by the sudden sharp beeping of the instrument looked very eerie and eerie. The sculptures seemed to come to life at this moment. With a look of astonishment, it took a while to remember their responsibilities, and each acted.

Only the young man beside the bed sat there quietly and gracefully all the time, staring down at the folds of his sleeves, his exquisite face showed no joy or sorrow, and the others in the room seemed to be used to his silence, and no one paid attention.

After a long time, in a room that was not chaotic but definitely out of order, the man whispered to himself.

"I don't want to go to hell."

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AM9: 00

The alarm clock rang crazily, and a murderer stretched out from the quilt warmed by the golden sun, swept away the excessive debris on the bedside table, pinched the frisky alarm clock accurately to the floor, and the ringing stopped abruptly. The room regained its tranquility, but the tranquility did not last for a few seconds. The joyous prelude of "moving times, hitting times" came from the coat pocket, and then the female voice with incomplete tone howled, "The boundless sky is my love... ".

After being shaken a few times by the group, he finally couldn't stand the magic sound, and the slim figure in underwear jumped out quickly, swung away the model airplane that had been hanging beside the bed for more than ten years and almost hit his nose, and kicked away a basketball... Perhaps it had already been kicked last night, the man grabbed the cell phone from his pocket and slammed the alarm clock, but he was still reluctant to drop the cell phone.

Sighing helplessly, he casually picked out the bird's nest head, yawned and walked into the bathroom, and came out fresh, just picked up his pants to put on, when the phone rang again, this time it was a love transaction, female voice He was still tone deaf, which made him almost put his feet into the same trouser leg, and finally managed to steady himself and quickly picked up the phone, his tone was not very good: "What's the matter?"

The other party clearly sensed his anger, and after a pause, he said cautiously: [Boss, a fool came to the bureau and refused to leave, Miss asked you to come back and have a look. ]

"Dead?"

[without……]

The man's face was calm, and he said lightly: "I see."

He hung up without giving his subordinates a chance to talk, put on his pants, randomly picked up a T-shirt and sniffed it, and threw it back without even frowning, and then picked a tasteless one and put it on. , picked up the coat and went out.

There is only some quick-frozen food at home, which is as frozen as a rock and can kill a person. He can only eat breakfast on the road, because the microwave oven went on strike not long ago, and he has to find time to buy new ones. Unfortunately, his schedule is really tight.

Picking up the morning newspaper in front of the door and getting into the car, when I opened it, I saw a few big words across the paper—"God of Wealth" Bai Xiangyun passed away yesterday, and the mysterious adopted son inherited all the inheritance.The report on the whole side roughly covers all the gossip from the time when the rich businessman wrapped diapers to the day before his death, which is very entertaining.

The man casually threw the newspaper on the seat next to him to accompany the newspapers from before today. The car slowly drove away from the garage. The crow on the telephone pole yelled a few times. Out of the front yard that was obviously lacking in care and left with a piece of weeds, the accelerator pedal rushed out.

The rearview mirror reflected the blown-out side of the house full of traces of time. The crows on the telegraph poles flapped their wings and flew to one of the blasted wooden boards, shouting a few more times, as if cursing Men are about to have a troubled future.