There is always a cheater behind every detective

After returning from the tomb sweeping, Zhao Zhuojie accompanied Bai Yan in the racecourse for a while before returning to the hotel. His ass got on the chair. He immediately contacted Lu Ying. The peacock man had already heard about it, but he was too busy, and Zhao Zhuojie did too. For a busy man who couldn't even replace the broken microwave at home, and recently fell in love, this matter was naturally put on hold.

Now that Zhao Zhuojie took the initiative to come to the door, Lu Ying was naturally happy, and after passing the information, he said: [Just choose, and contact me after you choose. 】Zhao Zhuojie is also happy to save trouble. Although he is a narcissist, because of his narcissism, he is extremely picky about everything he handles. Naturally, the things he sells are also good things. He flipped through the pile of information and found that Every home is great, every location is great, every rental is beautiful, and every one is ready-to-move-in fully furnished.

Look, it was made according to his financial strength. Zhao Zhuojie thought for a while, and eliminated too many rooms. After all, he didn't plan to sleep in separate rooms with Bai Yan. Two rooms are enough, one study and one room. The bedroom that is too large is also removed, and it is troublesome to clean. You must know that he is not going to let others into the house, and he will not hire housekeepers. To choose, he spread the information in front of Bai Yan: "Choose one."

Bai Yan was working on the sketchbook, and when she heard this, she took a look and immediately pointed out a house with an elegant and simple interior design, which belonged to low-key luxury.

Zhao Zhuojie nodded, and sent the information back to Lu Xiong. Lu Xiong arranged the lease contract and so on. He just had to wait to move in. Lu Ying often teased him on the phone.

What is finally willing to spend money on?Is it serious to build a love nest with your partner this time?Our prodigal son, Lao Zhao, also knows that it is not easy to hurt others. It seems that our Young Master Bai is indeed a stunner.

Zhao Zhuojie was ashamed as a city wall, so he just ignored it, but unfortunately he turned on the hands-free, and Bai Yan, who was still concentrating on painting, now even his fingertips were red, and Zhao Zhuojie couldn't help but feel the posture of holding the painting book. He suspected that the next time he remembered the phone, he would be smashed like a cockroach, which made him laugh out loud.

Lu Xiong obviously didn't reflect on how he had spoken too much. After finding out that it was hands-free, he even said to Bai Yan: "By the way, Young Master Bai, I recently designed a series of clothes. Are you interested in catwalks? I'll count your salary, listen Lu Ying said that you are asking Lao Zhao for temporary labor wages, to be honest, it’s not much money, and it’s more profitable to work with me, and it’s more expensive, so everyone’s attention.”

Bai Yan put down the drawing book, and her expression has returned to calm. He politely but resolutely refused Lu Xiong's invitation: "Mr. Lu, I think the definition of nobility is not how many people praise you for wearing beautiful clothes, but how you can help others. How many people. I'm sorry, but I'm not suitable for the show you're talking about."

In fact, Bai Yan didn't want to be too ostentatious. After getting in touch with the outside world, he knew that his identity would bring a lot of inconvenience. What he wanted was not to attract attention, but to live an ordinary and happy life with Zhao Zhuojie.

Zhao Zhuojie also understood Bai Yan's thoughts, he pressed the speakerphone to interrupt Lu Xiong who was still lobbying, and hung up after two or three prevarications.

But Lu Xiong can't help it. After all, Zhao Zhuojie is the major shareholder of his company. He usually doesn't care about things, and has absolute decision-making power when it comes to managing things.

Zhao Zhuojie approached Bai Yan, poked his head to look at the sketchbook, and saw his side face, he stroked the stubble on his chin, and clicked his tongue: "Look at how sexy you drew me, Xiaobai, I looked at it This painting will make you feel dissatisfied."

Bai Yan was dumbfounded because she was blocked by Zhao Zhuojie's shamelessness.

"Heh, who told you to draw me so sexy." Zhao Zhuojie stroked Bai Yan's hair, his face full of teasing but didn't reach his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, he said resolutely, "Come home with me and pack something. Move, or you have to go to work tomorrow, and if you don't go back, that girl Zhen Shanmei will come and kill people."

Bai Yan put away the sketchbook and got up. In fact, he was also very curious about Zhao Zhuojie's current home. He didn't understand why he had to find a place to live when he already had a place to live.

When Zhao Zhuojie took him to the haunted house, he thought he understood, because the house was too dilapidated, the burnt parts had not been repaired at all, the house was very dilapidated, and the wooden boards creaked in the wind The ground screamed, and there was a feeling of being crumbling, as if it would collapse at any time.

Zhao Zhuojie kept paying attention to Bai Yan's expression, and when he noticed the other party's doubts, he asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Are you poor?" Bai Yan said, "Did I spend a lot of money recently?"

Zhao Zhuojie laughed: "What? Can I live in a hotel room like that if I don't have money? No, I'm not short of money...Of course, I'm not as rich as you."

Bai Yan said seriously: "That's not my money, so why do you live here?"

Zhao Zhuojie's smile gradually faded, and finally turned into loneliness. The afterglow of the setting sun coated the house with a layer of gorgeous orange gold, but made the place where the fire ravaged even more ferocious, always reminding him of the fear, despair, grief and sorrow in the past. Anger that never subsides.

"Because it can motivate me and let me remember my mission." Zhao Zhuojie said: "It's here that my family left me. It's been 15 years. It's been too long. I'm afraid I will forget. I have to find Tell the truth and seek justice for them."

"But you are leaving now, is it because of me?" Bai Yan asked softly, looking at the house that was gradually being swallowed up by darkness, he suddenly felt suffocating mourning, he felt that the souls of the dead in this house must not rest in peace: "I could live here."

Zhao Zhuojie was at a loss for a moment, he was looking for a house to be with Bai Yan, why didn't he live in this house?Is it because you don't want Bai Yan to be involved in this matter?Or was 15 years too long and he was already tired of endless disappointments?

"Jack?"

Zhao Zhuojie was recalled by Bai Yan's worried soft call, and after being shocked, he laughed jokingly: "No, you can't live here, or the house will really collapse when we do sports."

Because of this old nonsense, Bai Yan lost her voice and blushed again.

"When you want to talk, I'm here."

Zhao Zhuojie sighed softly, he knew that no matter how much he teased and how he tried to cover up, he couldn't hide his true feelings from Bai Yan, there was like a magic power between them, they could always understand and be considerate of each other, as if God made them meet because Yuelao had drawn them in advance Good red thread, they were made for each other.

"Hey, go in and sit down, I'll just pack some clothes and some documents."

Bai Yan nodded, followed Zhao Zhuojie through the deserted garden and walked into the house. The messy hall was in front of her eyes. The creaking stairs went up to the second floor, where the air was better, at least there was no garbage smell.Zhao Zhuojie's room was small, full of daily necessities, and it was the only popular place. Bai Yan didn't go in because there was really no place to set foot.

Seeing Zhao Zhuojie searching here, searching there, stuffing things into luggage bags, Bai Yan turned his head to look at the door at the end of the corridor as if aware of it, and he remembered that this direction should be the burning room.

Suddenly, Bai Yan walked over, his footsteps were almost silent on the thin carpet, he put his hand on the doorknob, and then he considered whether to push the door open, two voices were fighting in his heart, he wanted to Look here to see if he has seen the victimization of Zhao Zhuojie's family in his dream, but he also thinks that Zhao Zhuojie refused to let him live in this house, nor did he let him open the door, so he can't make his own decisions.

"Would you like to take a look?"

Bai Yan turned her head and saw Zhao Zhuojie standing behind him with a small travel bag, he nodded: "Can I see?"

Zhao Zhuojie took a deep look at him, passed his hand over his waist to hold the doorknob, and turned it lightly. Hearing the sound of the lockknob turning, the door opened, and a gust of wind came in through the crack of the door.

"Open it, be careful, the floor here is very fragile, you may be injured if you are not careful."

Bai Yan nodded, and he gently pushed the door open, the wind blew his hair, the sound of breathing through the crack of the door was like the cry and wail of the undead, and finally disappeared through the wide open door, he saw clearly the room, a crowd full of people. A room with traces of flames.

Bai Yan seemed to see the man and woman lying in a pool of blood again, as well as the soft singing that filled the room, the murderer's singing.

He covered his ears and took a step back, bumping into Zhao Zhuojie's arms. He suddenly turned his face to look at Zhao Zhuojie, with a firm tone: "I have dreamed about them, your parents were killed, and someone was singing."

Bai Yan will never forget that dream, the only one that wasn't from the perspective of a murderer, the pair of men and women lying in a pool of blood so desolate that makes one's heart ache, and the child whose mouth and nose were covered: "How did the child die?"

Zhao Zhuojie was shocked by Bai Yan's news, before he recovered, he replied reflexively after hearing the words: "Suffocated...suffocated alive."

Bai Yan said: "He was the last to die. He watched the couple die, heard the murderer singing, and was smothered to death."

Zhao Zhuojie felt like his head was split in two, one half was analyzing rationally, and the other half was occupied by anger.

He has seen such a murderer do this, let the children watch the death of their parents, give them mental torture, and finally smother the children to death, leaving the whole body for the children, he has the right to be grateful.Most of these murderers have sexual dysfunction, but their targets are actually children, and they satisfy themselves by mentally torturing children.

Then this cunning murderer arranged the scene into a family tragedy, and just got away with it.

If the murderer was right in front of him, Zhao Zhuojie had no doubts that he would forget the law, forget everything, and kill him recklessly.

"Brother Jie?" Bai Yan clenched Zhao Zhuojie's clenched fist and promised as if making an oath: "I will help you, I will draw it... let you find out the murderer."

Zhao Zhuojie stared blankly at Bai Yan, and finally embraced the person who shone like light into the darkest part of his heart into his arms, and for the first time asked for help from others: "Help me. "

"I will." Bai Yan patted Zhao Zhuojie on the back: "Maybe, I met just to help you."

"...and for love." Zhao Zhuojie took Bai Yan into his arms.

Bai Yan's feet left the ground, and when she realized where she was being hugged, she blushed and struggled: "The house...will collapse."

"It's okay, even if the roof collapses, I'll be on top to support you."

Bai Yan blushed and almost hit the door frame. After hitting a small plane, he was thrown on the single bed. The floor creaked and screamed. I can't believe that I will fall from the pierced floor to the first floor in a while.

However, his worry was obviously superfluous, and after Zhao Zhuojie vigorously proved it, he figured out that the floor is only very creaky, but it is still not so easy to wear it off.

But he would rather this place collapse than keep ringing. He was so ashamed that he wanted to cover his ears with his hands, but he was pressed on both sides by the wicked Zhao Zhuojie. The creaking sound became more urgent, Bai Yan couldn't control his eyes Pantothenic acid, eyes blurred by tears, and the voice that wanted to be suppressed could not be tolerated, and finally combined with the sound from the floor to compose a melodious sound.