There is always a cheater behind every detective

In the next few days, Zhao Zhuojie felt that even in the past 15 years, he would not have been so miserable. He was even less in the mood to manage his appearance, and the dirty clothes were piled up by the bed. If he didn't remember to take a bath, he would probably grow mushrooms.

These days, he let Bai Yan stay at home in the name of recuperating, while he went back to the bureau to deal with the new crime.

Wumao's seat was vacant, but the new couple had not been allocated yet, so Wumao's funeral was held first.

It was drizzling that day, Zhao Zhuojie brought Bai Yan with him, because Bai Yan still remembered Wu Mao, when they looked at the photo of the mourning hall, the young people's sunny and smiling faces, they couldn't feel relieved.

They went up to offer flowers together, and the young man in the coffin did not have a sunny and smiling face, but a slightly deformed face after death, which was so different from his life.Bai Yan put down to ask for a white flower, Zhao Zhuojie then put down the same, and then he heard Bai Yan whispering softly to himself.

"If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have died."

Zhao Zhuojie's hairs stood on end. He thought Bai Yan's thoughts were dangerous, so he immediately grabbed Bai Yan's arm and took it out. After leaving the mourning hall, he decided to do ideological work for Bai Yan.

"Xiaobai, do you remember why Wumao died? Someone was wrong, but it was Li Lingfang, not you or him. Remember, you didn't hurt anyone."

"If it wasn't because she wanted me, he wouldn't have been attacked." Bai Yan retorted calmly.

"Shut up." Zhao Zhuojie was very irritable. His subordinate died, and his love...brother took the blame on him. He didn't like any of these situations, so he immediately reprimanded with a cold face: "This It's not your fault, remember, you can be nicer and more likable, but the bad things that happen to you because you're jealous or covet you are definitely not your fault, take it back, you... no one You should take responsibility for your excellence."

After listening to the whole paragraph, Bai Yan actually thought about it for a long time before she nodded, admitting that what Zhao Zhuojie said made sense.

Wumao's funeral ended in the rain. The rain has not yet ended. Li Lingfang's side has already been interrogated. Nearly a hundred victims were found. This is the most serious murder in recent years.Due to the seriousness of the case, all the documents submitted to request commutation of the sentence were ineffective. Li Lingfang was sentenced to death at the first instance, and the execution time was very close, and she was not allowed to visit her.

Li Lingfang did not file an appeal, but showed a smile after the trial. That kind of unrepentant and even crazy smile made people shudder.

Her smile appeared in major newspapers and magazines, and the day before the end of the continuous rain, she was executed by execution.

And during this period of time, Bai Yan's not-so-serious injuries have healed, perhaps because of Bai Yan's continuous maintenance over the past ten years, those injuries did not even leave traces on his smooth skin.

So, Bai Yan and Zhao Zhuojie were able to handle the case again. Zhao Zhuojie couldn't find a reason to refuse. Some sketches submitted by Bai Yan allowed them to find more clues and solve more crimes, some of which were unsolved cases many years ago.

Zhao Zhuojie heard from his adoptive father that if he continued to solve the case at this speed, he would probably be promoted again soon, but Zhao Zhuojie was not happy at all. He would lose sleep when he heard Bai Yan getting up to paint every night. How long did Bai Yan paint? , He wandered around the house for a long time, sometimes he wanted to make a cup of hot tea or coffee for Bai Yan, or let Bai Yan go to bed early, but he always flinched in front of the door.

He didn't want to be too intimate, for fear that he would eventually return to the original point and all his hard work would be in vain.

So day after day, Zhao Zhuojie even felt that Bai Yan seemed to be aware of his strangeness, and it became strange. The atmosphere between them became more and more rigid and weird.

Some time ago, Zhen Shanmei intervened, but she gave up when she found that things hadn't changed in the slightest. She had to go to work and organize the wedding, and she was really busy. Besides, as a former rival in love, she was not as good as the Virgin Mary to spend her life as The level of the matchmaker is just right.

Under the weird atmosphere, the date indicated on the invitation was approaching, Zhao Zhuojie and Bai Yan both prepared their dresses, and the adoptive father greeted each other well, taking a vacation from work to cooperate with this confidential task.

Bai Yan has been having dreams about a certain man being tortured recently. He has an intuition that it has something to do with the trip to the Phoenix Fire Sect in the near future. Information, and even the face of the man could not be seen because of the excessive torture. He specially prepared a drawing book to draw the story of this man, and finally found that it was no different from a riddle.

The night before the date indicated on the invitation, Bai Yan woke up from a nightmare. Even though he had many years of experience in bloody dreams, this time he woke up covered in white sweat. The room remained elegant and calm and was cracked by shock. The black eyes stared round into the distance of nothingness, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

He had a dream just now, in the dream he was lying in a crystal coffin, Zhao Zhuojie was lying on the coffin crying bitterly, one hand held a gun and pulled the trigger on Zhao Zhuojie.

The dream ended like this, what will happen to Zhao Zhuojie in the end?Ever been killed by a bullet hit?

Bai Yan hugged her head tightly in pain, and beat it hard, trying to knock herself unconscious and finish that dream.

The movement was so loud that Zhao Zhuojie, who was still wandering outside the door as usual, was afraid that Bai Yan would be in danger, so Zhao Zhuojie immediately broke in. Seeing Bai Yan knocking on his head like crazy, his mind went blank, and he rushed over to knock him down fall upon.

"Xiaobai! Xiaobai, calm down, what's wrong with you?!"

Bai Yan struggled fiercely at first, but when she heard Zhao Zhuojie calling his nickname, she immediately stopped, looked at Zhao Zhuojie fixedly, and then fled into Zhao Zhuojie's arms, who skillfully embraced him, and then Realizing that the action was too intimate, and froze there, it was not good to stop, and it was even worse to continue.

Bai Yan didn't seem to notice his strangeness, and murmured weakly: "I dreamed that someone shot at you, but I woke up before I saw if I had hit you. I...I must read on, I want to sleep Wait... can you knock me unconscious?"

Zhao Zhuojie felt a chill in his heart, he wasn't sure whether Bai Yan was a nightmare or a prophecy, but more important than being shot was to appease Bai Yan, so he took Bai Yan to the sofa.

"You wait for me here, and I'll be back when I go."

Just got up, but was caught, Zhao Zhuojie looked back, it turned out that the hem of the clothes was caught, those slender fingers with beautifully shaped nails belonged to Bai Yan, his eyes followed that hand to look at Bai Yan's face, and it was this The little prince, who has been showing elegance and detachment lately, is helpless and has a faintly begging face.

"Let's go together." Zhao Zhuojie couldn't help but said.

"En." Bai Yan nodded.

The hand holding the hem of the clothes didn't let go, and Zhao Zhuojie didn't point it out, so the two went to the kitchen to heat up the milk, and then went back to the room to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Tell me about your dream." Zhao Zhuojie said and moved his buttocks. If it wasn't for the hem of his clothes being robbed by Bai Yan, he really didn't want to sit on this bed. There are too many erotic memories on it. Now that he touches the mattress, they Just scrambling to get into the brain, like monster tentacles.

After drinking warm milk, Bai Yan calmed down a little, and finally withdrew her hand holding Zhao Zhuojie's clothes. Zhao Zhuojie jumped up as if his butt was burned, and stood beside the bed with arms folded, as if earnestly waiting for Bai Yan to start.

With Zhao Zhuojie's body temperature missing from her side, Bai Yan looked down at the milk in the cup, pursed her lips lightly, and spoke after a little deliberation: "I dreamed that you were in a place like... a ward or an experimental room, and someone raised a hand behind you. The gun, you didn't notice, and then the guy pulled the trigger, and I woke up."

After listening to the whole dream, Zhao Zhuojie always felt that something was wrong, for example, someone raised a gun behind his back, how could he not notice it?He is very sensitive to danger, and his five senses are not bad. Even a sniper who is far away will feel the moment when he exudes murderous aura, not to mention that the distance does not sound too far away.

Unless something distracted him, he thought, and there had to be something more important than life drawing him in, he was more inclined to see this as a nightmare.

It is possible that Bai Yan really has amnesia, but it is not guaranteed that she is very resentful towards him subconsciously, so she had a dream of shooting him.

Then Zhao Zhuojie overturned this idea. After all, there is no need to doubt Bai Yan's treatment of him, so he changed his mind. He thought it was because Bai Yan followed him to handle the case and worried for him, so he had such a dream.

"Don't worry, Xiaobai, you can only see the murder process that has happened or is happening before, and you have never dreamed about the future, so this may really be just a dream."

"Really?" Bai Yan frowned, he felt that this was definitely not just a dream, it definitely indicated the future.

However, in the dream he was lying in the coffin, and Zhao Zhuojie was crying, which meant that he had died.

As for the shooter, who was it?

"Okay, go to bed early after drinking milk." Zhao Zhuojie forced Bai Yan to lie down, met those staring black eyes, and stroked his nose awkwardly: "Tomorrow I will go to investigate Fenghuo Sect, You better not stay up all night."

Bai Yan lay on the bed looking at Zhao Zhuojie, nodded after a long while, pulled the quilt and turned over with her face inward.

Zhao Zhuojie felt that Bai Yan had returned to that kind of alienation and intimacy, and felt empty in his heart. Emotionally, he didn't mind Bai Yan being more clingy to him and relying on him. Knowing that this is the best way, if you separate a little bit, you won't think too much, and there will be no other possibilities for development.

Standing by the bed for a while, Zhao Zhuojie said softly, "Good night."

After he turned around and went out to close the door, Bai Yan turned around and silently said good night to the door.

Tonight he knew that Zhao Zhuojie still cared about him, even for his younger brother, but it was better than hating him.He was very afraid that Zhao Zhuojie would tire of him and hate him as he did more than ten years ago... It's fine now.

Thinking, Bai Yan closed her eyes, begging God to let him dream about the whole process, and then avoid evil for Zhao Zhuojie.