There is always a cheater behind every detective

During the meal, Zhao Zhuojie told Bai Yan about the new corpse found in the morning. Bai Yan ate the vegetable salad while listening. He didn't wipe the corners of his mouth with a napkin until Zhao Zhuojie finished speaking, and participated in the discussion.

"Yesterday, I dreamed that my collarbone was replaced."

"Haven't you ever dreamed of your chest being cut off?" Zhao Zhuojie thought for a while and guessed, "Maybe you didn't dream the day before yesterday, and it happened to be that day."

"No." Bai Yan shook her head and explained: "My dreams are not completely controllable. Even if I focus on the current case, there will still be some other parts mixed in. Usually I can only dream part of it. If the murder happens Closer to me, like in the vicinity, then my dreams would focus on that event, and I never had a complete dream."

Zhao Zhuojie was slightly stunned, but then he was relieved. Bai Yan's ability is inherently weird, and it should have flaws, otherwise it would be too heaven-defying. Randomly ordering the experience of a murderer, should it be broadcast every night as a series?

"Okay, if you can control it, I guess you will choose to have no dreams every day, right?" Zhao Zhuojie smiled and took some chicken balls for Bai Yan: "Eat some meat, too, or the nutrition will be unbalanced."

Bai Yan stared at the ball, and took a long time to poke it up, cutting it carefully, with a solemn appearance as if it was such a precious treasure.

Zhao Zhuojie looked at it, and couldn't help squinting his eyes, very helpful: "Xiaobai, how can you just please brother like this?"

Bai Yan's pressed knife stopped, she raised her face to look at Zhao Zhuojie, and carefully asked for confirmation: "Do you like it?"

Zhao Zhuojie rolled his eyes with a smile, and his frivolous tone suddenly sank, with an ambiguous hoarseness: "Well, I like it very much."

Bai Yan blushed slightly, and instinctively maintained her demeanor, so she could only shift her gaze to other places to hide her excitement: "In the future, I will try my best to make you like it."

Zhao Zhuojie laughed, jokingly: "Is my Xiaobai begging me not to hate you?"

Bai Yan turned her eyes and met Zhao Zhuojie's eyes instantly: "Yes, will you agree?"

Zhao Zhuojie was slightly stunned, feeling in his heart that he had really found his nemesis, and within just a few days of getting along, every move of Bai Yan seemed to be able to easily provoke his heartbeat.Faced with such a serious and candid gaze, Zhao Zhuojie sighed: "I don't seem to be able to refuse you, um... well, if you promise to wear an apron for me to play with in the future, I will swear that I will never hate you. love you forever."

Bai Yan's face was so red that he could bleed, how could he resist Zhao Zhuojie's hooliganism, he lowered his head to find something to distract his attention, but being too nervous directly affected his misbehavior. Buried under the table.

Seeing this ostrich's behavior, Zhao Zhuojie was slightly startled and then laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Xiaobai, it's okay for you to be so thin-skinned. You will have to suffer from more shy things in the future."

Bai Yan supported the edge of the table with both hands, unable to lift his head no matter what, his face was burning hot, he no longer cared about table manners, and replied with a trembling voice: "I will...get used to it slowly."

"Oh, don't be too slow, I won't wait for you." Zhao Zhuojie raised his eyebrows, still propped his jaw, his eyes swept over the fingers hooked on the edge of the table, and they turned white.Zhao Zhuojie giggled, stretched out his hand across the table to play with those beautiful fingers: "It looks more delicious than these dishes, I have to try it."

"..."

Zhao Zhuojie looked at the red ear tips in his hair with a smile. He propped himself up on the table, took a hand easily, leaned over and nibbled on that hand, and glanced at his watch with his knuckles in his mouth. One hot.He kissed these fingers that were even longer and more slender than the hands of a pianist, and teased: "Oops, I think these meals are really unpalatable, what should I do, I'm hungry."

The hot and humid itching on his fingers made Bai Yan tremble, and he wanted to withdraw his hand but was restrained. He vaguely understood what Zhao Zhuojie wanted, which made him panic from the bottom of his heart: "I... let me feed you... it's food ’” The final emphasis seemed urgent.

Zhao Zhuojie was slightly stunned, he obviously felt Bai Yan's rejection of sex, a flash of light flashed in his mind, he suddenly realized that for a pure person like Xiao Bai, not to mention sexual experience, even falling in love should be the first time, he understands better It's normal for Bai Yan to fear and reject him once he launches an offensive.

Although Uncle Zhao has the nature of a hooligan, whether it is love or sex, he insists on what you want, even though he really wants to push Bai Xiaoyan down and do it directly, and have a dining table PLAY or a feast of the human body. It's very interesting.

In a whirl of thought, Bai Yan raised her face because of his silence, her expression was so cautious that Zhao Zhuojie's heart softened, and she thought to herself: brother can play tricks, you know it by subtle influence?consume him.So Zhao Zhuojie went around the table and pulled Bai Yan up, hugging her in his arms and occupying the chair, rubbing his chin against the neck outside the collar and muttering: "Okay, then feed me...to eat."

Only then did Bai Yan's tense body relax, although she was shy because of this posture, it was better than feeding herself to Zhao Zhuojie, so she took a fork of vegetable salad and handed it to the man's thin, resolute lips.Zhao Zhuojie stared at the unknown vegetable leaf in front of him, bit it, then held Bai Yan's head and fed it, and teased the soft tongue that was as shy as its owner, and then backed away to lick his lips.

"I don't like to eat this."

Bai Yan felt that her eyes were getting dizzy from the heat, so she hurriedly picked meat to feed. He had noticed Zhao Zhuojie's food preferences just now, and now he would find the target to attack. Xiao Xiao was still kissed a few times, until this time Being kissed was the food that Zhao Zhuojie had eaten before, so he blushed and protested: "No, this is your favorite food."

Zhao Zhuojie raised his eyebrows: "Well, I'm tired of eating."

Bai Yan was completely out of words, so she continued to feed her.

"Below... don't hold it against it, okay?"

"No, it's hungry, and you don't feed it."

"...the toilet is over there."

"No, it wants to eat delicious food."

"..."

"Will you let me do random checks later?"

Zhao Zhuojie waited for the food to be fed and then fed people, grinding out desserts after the meal. At that moment, Zhen Shanmei's magic voice sounded from his trouser pocket, and the atmosphere disappeared immediately.

Zhao Zhuojie almost scolded his mother, he wrapped his arms around Bai Yan's waist to prevent her from leaving, and took out his mobile phone with the other: "What's wrong, grandma."

Zhen Shanmei's voice came from the other side: [What's wrong?I want to remind you not to be promiscuous in the daytime, there is not much time, so don't just focus on the estrus and forget about the business. 】"..." Zhao Zhuojie rolled his eyes: "Okay, I'm convinced, and I must come back on time."

[It's good if you know, hold it until night, and, just now, the housekeeper of the Bai family sent someone to bring a horse, and...a word to Young Master Bai. ] "What?" Zhao Zhuojie heard the change in Zhen Shanmei's tone, his brows were furrowed, his eyes met Bai Yan who was always watching him, and he stroked Bai Yan's back to express comfort.

【Well...he said, please go back to the master's funeral. 】

Zhao Zhuojie looked at Bai Yan, and Bai Yan also looked at him.

"Well, I see." Hanging up the call, Zhao Zhuojie looked at the dark eyes in front of him, and asked softly, "Did you forget about the funeral?"

"No." Bai Yan said calmly, "I didn't know the funeral was held today."

"..." Zhao Zhuojie didn't have much affection for that adoptive father, but he had to consider Bai Yan's wishes: "Do you want to participate?"

Bai Yan nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Zhuojie glanced at his watch, estimated that it would be time to straighten Bai Yan's clothes, and said, "Let's go, go back to the meeting first, and then I will attend the funeral with you."

Bai Yan nodded obediently, and let Zhao Zhuojie arrange his clothes for him, and took a photo of the oil painting before going out together.

Zhao Zhuojie was driving an old car, occasionally paying attention to Bai Yan's face, this princely person did not lose his grace, he was very calm and elegant, making it impossible to associate him with the funeral.

Looking at such a person, Zhao Zhuojie's thoughts diverged, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of inspiration: "By the way... how did you confirm that your dream was real?" He questioned, because most people don't take dreams seriously, even If you change your appearance every day, you probably have to suspect that something is wrong with you mentally, right?

Bai Yan is not going to hide from Zhao Zhuojie, but he needs to remember, after all, it was not a happy past, he would never take it out to reminisce, just put it in the depths of his memory, let it be buried.

"My adoptive father told me."

"What?" Zhao Zhuojie had a bad feeling in his heart: "How can he be sure?"

"He is very rich." Bai Yan said, "In order to convince me that my dream was real, he had the maid who took care of me chopped up in the next room. Meat splattered, intestines hanging from the chandelier... the next day he showed me the room, it was just like I dreamed."

Zhao Zhuojie stepped on the brakes, and the two of them leaned forward in inertia and hit back on their seats. He didn't care so much, he just stared at the calm and elegant Bai Yan with round eyes, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and even the atmosphere was breathless. Not a mouthful.

Bai Yan looked sideways thinking, as if she was sure that she hadn't missed anything, and said, "So I know it's all true."

"Old beast!" Zhao Zhuojie was so angry that he couldn't hold the steering wheel, and he couldn't care less about honking and cursing: "He should be shot!"

"He's dead." Bai Yan touched Zhao Zhuojie's hand calmly, and said seriously: "He can't hurt anyone anymore."

Zhao Zhuojie also understood that it was too late, even if he knew that Bai Xiangyun was an old beast, even if he wished to shoot this bastard a hundred times, it was already too late.He also thought of people like Bai Yan, since he knew that the old beast was so damned, why didn't he leave and didn't report?Then he just felt chills all over his body, and he didn't dare to think about it any more, and he didn't dare to pursue it any more.

"Yes, he is already dead." Zhao Zhuojie said in a deep voice, "You are not allowed to attend the funeral, and you don't even think about going back to the castle."