There is always a cheater behind every detective

Who is Bai Yan?Nowadays, there are a lot of well-known and rich people in the world, let alone a small principal, I am afraid that some high-ranking officials will deal with it with a smile.

So Captain Zhao, who came first, was left out in the cold. The headmaster grabbed the hem of his clothes and stretched his already straight suit, not forgetting to comb his half-shattered hair for fear of missing a wrinkle. Look at the polished leather shoes again, and when I finally feel that I have grown a gleam of jade, the door is knocked open, and Bai Yan in riding clothes walks in, and the noble aura like the light of Buddha immediately makes the headmaster shiver. Confidence crushed to pieces.

The principal acted as a sculpture next to his desk, and Bai Yan showed a slight surprise after seeing Zhao Zhuojie, and was immediately relieved by his good education, nodding towards Zhao Zhuojie before taking the initiative to greet the principal.

After all, the principal didn't really turn into a sculpture. After Bai Yan stretched out his hand, he warmly held the other's hand and greeted him for a while. By the way, he hinted that the school needs to build a new teaching building, the playground needs to be renovated and other serious issues.

Bai Yan came here with a clear purpose, but she didn't interrupt the principal's enthusiasm, but listened carefully until the other party's thick skin was worn down, and finally shut up, he said: "Actually, I I came here this time to hope that the school can cooperate with me to investigate some things."

After finishing speaking, Bai Yan took out a stack of documents from the leather case and handed them over, ready to have a detailed discussion with the other party, but the principal hadn't even touched a piece of paper, and the documents had changed hands halfway.

The headmaster glared at the people's nanny surnamed Zhao who robbed the materials, and he couldn't react. He learned through some channels that this team Zhao's background seems to be a bit tough. Now that the police have robbed the rich people's materials, he can't afford to offend him. , he was a little at a loss.

Zhao Zhuojie honestly flipped through the materials he had snatched, Bai Yan's face was still unsettled, she didn't seem to mind the other party's rudeness, the atmosphere was a bit subtle, and the principal was even more confused.

Zhao Zhuojie flipped through the documents, and raised his eyebrows the more he looked at it: "You found this?"

Bai Yan didn't hide anything, but just kept an eye on the information in Zhao Zhuojie's hand: "It was checked by the housekeeper, please return it to me."

However, Zhao Zhuojie held the document tightly and did not intend to return it. The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he carefully looked at the face as delicate as a porcelain doll in front of him, and his tone could not help being frivolous: "No hurry, can you lend me a copy first? Can you save money?" Losing a lot of things for us, this is helping the country save public money."

Bai Yan's outstretched hand paused, and finally her brows furrowed slightly, but it didn't affect the beauty of the whole face, but instead made Zhao Zhuojie feel that the doll with vivid expressions was more pleasing to the eye.

"Master Bai agreed?" Zhao Zhuojie continued to tease the silly Fu Er.

Bai Yan's dark eyeballs rolled slowly, slipping past Zhao Zhuojie's half-faced beard and sloppy clothes, and he said with a serious expression: "You are older than me, and it is inappropriate to call me Master."

The sentence "you are older than me" really made Zhao Zhuojie's teeth a little sore. It has been a long time since no one dared to talk to him face to face. Over the years, he has always been expressionless and lazy, which naturally created an image of being indifferent and difficult to get along with. Coupled with her excellent background and skills, no matter how dissatisfied others are, they will chew their tongues, but Bai Yan dares to shake her face directly.

Is it Fu Er's sense of superiority?Or really fearless?Zhao Zhuojie observed secretly, and he soon realized that something was 'wrong'. This Bai Yan did not show a lofty attitude, nor did she show the courage to be fearless, but... she stated the facts very purely.

That's right, to state the facts, in fact, at the age of 29, he is much older than the 20-year-old Bai Yan.

Zhao Zhuojie had to admit that no matter whether he wanted to be angry or not, facts were facts, and the truth was on Bai Yan's side.

Touching his forehead and smiling, Zhao Zhuojie thought this Bai Yan was more interesting, a mysterious adopted son who was rich but careless?He even gave such paintings, saying that he wanted to save people.

At this time, Zhao Zhuojie really became interested in Bai Yan, it was the same kind of curiosity about investigating the case, he wanted to peel off layers of doubts covering the truth, and wanted to get to know this person naked... Maybe it should be said, he also Once interested in the truth.

So Zhao Zhuojie, who has always been keen to challenge the lower limit and regards the rules as dung, rolled up other people's information and stabbed it in the back, took it as his own, and freed his hand: "So... is Xiaobai willing to assist in the investigation of this case?"

Bai Yan looked down at the big palm with well-defined joints, not letting go of every rough callus and old and new scars on it, and said flatly: "Your hands are great."

Zhao Zhuojie raised his eyebrows, his eyes touched Bai Yan's well-maintained hands like a pianist, and he replied, "Your hands are not bad either."

Bai Yan remained silent, and Zhao Zhuojie gave him room to think about it. After a while, his well-maintained hand was finally buried in the rough palm.

Zhao Zhuojie was slightly surprised by the almost imperceptible calluses on his head, and raised his brows lightly: "Did you play any sports?"

Bai Yan didn't know why, but he had already decided to cooperate, so he couldn't ignore the partner's question, so he withdrew his hand and replied, "Yes, horse riding, fitness, foil, bow and arrow, yoga..."

"Wait." Zhao Zhuojie couldn't help rolling his eyes: "You really play a lot."

Bai Yan paused before saying, "I have a lot of time."

Zhao Zhuojie really lost interest in discussing the time that Fu Er could waste a lot. Anyway, he knew that Bai Yan was pure and free, so he suddenly felt that it would be good to move such a labor force, which really saved a lot of time and money.

"Okay, let's talk about those paintings of yours. I already believe you. You have to tell me the truth about those paintings."

Bai Yan was silent.

Zhao Zhuojie put away his smile and turned to look at the principal with a calm expression.

The headmaster felt a chill, but his half-bald head was about to sweat, and his thinning hair was wet into locks. He hurriedly rubbed his hands and laughed, "I...I'll make tea." The fat body has quickly flashed out of the door and closed the door.

"Can we talk now?" Zhao Zhuojie had a serious expression on his face that I didn't do anything: "Since we have cooperated, it's not good to hide anything from each other, right? And you have to rule out your own suspicions first, don't you?"

"Dream."

"what?"

Bai Yan's voice was neither high nor low, neither fast nor slow, with a rounded accent and a nice voice, but Zhao Zhuojie still felt that he had heard something wrong.

"It was a dream." Bai Yan said plainly as if she was narrating a family routine: "Occasionally, I would have a dream, dreaming of these scenes."

Zhao Zhuojie looked at Bai Yan, trying to find traces of a 'joke' on the other person's face, but no, he knew that Bai Yan was serious, those portraits that aroused his interest, and most likely reflected real events, turned out to be This person dreamed about it, and Zhao Zhuojie's brows suddenly tightened.

"I advise you not to say such things to others in the future, and not to give this kind of painting to others again."

"..." Bai Yan raised her head slightly. The difference in height forced him to make eye contact with the other party in this way at close range. He was confused: "Why? I want to save them."

Zhao Zhuojie raised his eyebrows, with a slightly mocking smile on his lips: "Did you have this kind of dream recently?"

"No." Bai Yan confessed very frankly that in his 15 years of memory, he has never left this kind of dream.

The sarcasm in Zhao Zhuojie's smile became stronger: "Oh? Then why do you insist on saving these people? They are not your relatives, are they? They don't even look like your friends. Why are you doing this? Xiaobai, yes For fun?"

Bai Yan seemed to be immune to Zhao Zhuojie's malice, and showed no sign of being annoyed at all. He just replied: "No, because good people go to heaven, it's written in the book."

"..."

Finally, he felt the dazedness he hadn't experienced for many years. Zhao Zhuojie couldn't understand Bai Yan at all. This guy was interesting but too weird.

Zhao Zhuojie kneaded his brows. He finally found out that there were more difficult things than reviewing reports and dealing with the care of his adoptive parents. He gave up digging into Bai Yan's heart, ignored the source of the paintings, and decided to only care about the key points.

"Okay, let's talk about this case."

The author has something to say: Xiaobai is a victim, Brother Zhao is an attacker.