Young detective case book

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the hands they were holding, Suye frowned and struggled, but if he didn't break free, he let him go.

No matter how many times Suye experienced the intimacy towards Ou Yuchen, she still couldn't accept it calmly.

However, Ou Yuchen's hand holding him was indeed very warm, reminding him of his father's big hand.

Unlike his hands, which are always cold and cold.

As soon as the two of them stepped into the kitchen, Sister Lan hurried over when she heard the movement.

Walking too fast, panting a bit, looked at them in surprise, and asked: "Master Yuchen, Master Suye, why did you come to the kitchen?

Just order what you want to eat, and Sister Lan will send it to the restaurant for you. "

"Don't bother you, I want to cook a meal for Suye." Ou Yuchen said casually, dragged Suye to the table, and sat down on the chair against the wall gently but not refusing.

When Sister Lan heard this, she had a strange expression on her face. She looked at him uncomfortably, and then at Suye, showing a look of embarrassment, and said falteringly: "This, I'm afraid this is not appropriate? The one in the kitchen Work, it looks like nothing, but it’s actually not easy to get started.”

"It's okay." Ou Yuchen said.

"Why doesn't it matter?" Sister Lan was anxious, "If you cut your finger with a knife, or get splashed with hot oil or boiling water, it will be bad.

You are delicate and fleshy, when did you do such rough work?If Young Master Su Ye wants to eat, let me get it. "

"I'm not a pig, and I'm delicate and expensive." Ou Yuchen laughed with a chuckle.

Sister Lan knew that she had used the wrong word, she blushed a little with embarrassment, and said coyly, "After all, you have a noble body, and you are not as good as those of us who are used to rough work. If you get hurt, it will hurt you wherever you touch it."

"Don't worry, when we used to travel by car with our classmates, we would occasionally sleep in the wilderness, and we would make food for ourselves.

In fact, my craft is quite good, please try it some other day. "Ou Yuchen said nonchalantly.

Seeing that he wouldn't move, Sister Lan gave Su Ye a displeased look.

Ou Yuchen saw it, but pretended he didn't see anything, and teased nonchalantly, "Sister Lan, just give me a chance to show it off. Go rest with peace of mind. If you really can't figure it out, I'll call you of."

Sister Lan hesitated, with a worried face, and finally walked away slowly.

From the beginning to the end, Su Ye didn't make a sound, as if Sister Lan never showed up.

No matter what he does, Ou Yuchen seems to be excellent.

He stared blankly at the tall and beautiful young man, wearing a blue and white checked apron that didn't match him at all, busy with his hands and feet.

In a trance, Suye felt unreal.

The stiff noodles were soaked in boiling water, rolled a few times, and soon became soft, curled, and swelled a little, turning into a moist white.

Ou Yuchen fished them out, passed them in cold water, fished them out again, and put them on a plate for later use.

Then, choose vegetables, wash vegetables, chop vegetables, cook them, and stir fry them.

Soon, the emerald green parsley turned dark green, and the orange-red shredded carrots turned bright red. Pour the freshly cooked noodles into the pot and stir-fry with the half-cooked vegetables...

White steam curled up on the stove, lingering in the air.

The thick aroma also diffused, straight into the nose.

The steam seemed to have the texture of atomization, wrapping around Ou Yuchen gently and softly, making him hazy all over.

In an instant, Suye seemed to have returned to three years ago.

Everything around was eerily quiet.

The rain falling outside the window, the fruit painting hanging on the opposite wall, the cabinets, kitchen utensils, and cutting boards in front of me... all became blurred and distant.

But the figure of his father slowly emerged in his mind, vaguely merged with the handsome young man in front of him.

The blunt pain slowly spread from the mouth of his heart, like vines, climbing unscrupulously, tightly entwining and tightening his whole heart.

The pain embedded in the flesh and blood was clear and profound.

Once upon a time, Dad used to cook for him like this, and he sat quietly on the side like this, waiting, watching, and looking forward to it.

A certain part of the chest that was frozen by the painful memory suddenly became hot like a hot spring poured into it.

Su Ye felt a touch of deja vu.

He blinked vigorously, blinking away the wetness that appeared in his eyes.

Except for his father, he never expected that in this world, there would be someone who cared about whether he had eaten, whether he would be cold...

Even though he knew it was false, but Ou Yuchen acted so sincerely, he couldn't help but want to believe it.

Ten minutes later, a bowl of fried noodles with an attractive color and strong aroma was placed in front of Su Ye.

In the large bowl of cloisonné glazed flowers with blue flowers on a white background, dragon beard noodles like white jade hover in the bowl.

The dark green coriander and the green onion shreds are stacked in an orderly manner to form a green "big flower".

Among the "flowers", there is a golden fried egg.

On the fried egg, there are thinly shredded carrots, bright red, just like flower hearts and stamens.

Emerald green, golden yellow, bright red, and snow white are combined together to form a colorful, elegant and gorgeous painting, which is extremely beautiful and beautiful.

It can be photographed and hung in a Chinese restaurant as a promotional photo.

Rao was as dumb as Su Ye, and a clear surprise flashed in his eyes.

"How is it? Isn't it good?" Ou Yuchen raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and said in a cheerful tone, "You have to eat it all."

Su Ye sat without moving.

Picking up the chopsticks and stuffing them into his hand, Ou Yuchen urged, "Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Stretching out his chopsticks silently, Su Ye stuffed a piece of coriander into his mouth.

With his dull and almost numb taste buds, apart from knowing that he hates greasy food, it is really difficult to taste "delicious" or "not delicious".

However, the appearance of this bowl of noodles is indeed quite pleasing, which makes people have a bit of appetite.

He ate slowly, mechanically, in small bites.

Ou Yuchen clicked his tongue and jokingly said, "Are you living a long life this year? Seventy or eighty? Why do you eat like a toothless grandfather?"

Suye ignored him.

Ou Yuchen was about to tease him a few more words—"Dong dong dong!" Someone politely knocked on the door that was already open.

Su Ye seemed to have never heard of it, and still ate the noodles slowly.

Ou Yuchen looked up and saw that it was Luo Ziyang walking in with a large gift box.

He still maintains the habits he developed during his military career in the past. He has a very correct walking posture, his back is straight and straight, and his steps are orderly and regular, with a sense of rhythm.

Nodding and smiling at them, not even ignoring Su Ye who was still buried in eating noodles, Luo Ziyang said respectfully: "Master Yuchen, Master Suye, Miss Xie asked for a gift."

The "Miss Xie" he refers to refers to Zhang Hanyue's good friend Xie Yuxin, who have similar temperaments and similar picky eyes.Ever since Zhang Hanyue introduced him to Ou Yuchen a few years ago, he has shown great interest in him.

Zhang Hanyue is very confident in the relationship between herself and Ou Yuchen's childhood sweetheart and childhood sweetheart. Not only does she not get angry, she even jokes about it from time to time, making Ou Yuchen dumbfounded.

After Zhang Hanyue was raped and killed by Hua Zi, Xie Yuxin launched a fierce offensive against him openly and aboveboard, making a few phone calls and sending a few text messages every day, and asking people to send gifts every now and then.

Ou Yuchen didn't answer the phone calls, didn't reply to the text messages, and rejected all the invitations, but only accepted the gifts - the gifts from Miss Xie were of good taste and the price was even better.

She gave it away willingly, and Ou Yuchen accepted it without any guilt. He pointed to the dining table that Suye only occupied a small space and most of it was empty: "Let's put it here."

Putting the gift box lightly in front of him, Luo Ziyang smiled politely: "If it's okay, I'll go out first."

Most boys have a military complex.

Even Ou Yuchen couldn't be completely exempt from the vulgarity, watching him come with a bit of admiration, and then left with a pomp.

It wasn't until his back completely disappeared into the blind spot of vision that Ou Yuchen looked away and looked at the gift box in front of him.

It was a full seventy or eighty centimeters long, shaped like a box for a large doll, and tied with a pretty ice-blue ribbon bow.

The outer wrapping paper adheres to Xie Yuxin's usual gorgeous and aesthetic style, with the dark blue night sky dotted with four-pointed stars as the background, and the theme is little angels with white wings and glowing bodies.

The tone is simple and lively, and the picture is soft and harmonious.

He whispered in his heart, Xie Yuxin isn't that boring, is he?

You can't really send him a big doll, can you?

While thinking about it, he untied the ribbon and tore off the wrapping paper, revealing the rectangular plastic box inside, which was milky white and looked quite solid, with pull tabs on all four corners.

He pulled them away one by one indifferently.The moment the lid was lifted, an unpleasant, dead mouse-like stench and * smell came to the nostrils.

Sneezing hard, Ou Yuchen instinctively felt a little uneasy, hesitated for a while, and took off the cover.

Then, he saw what was inside the box.

The pupils suddenly widened, and the blood vessels on the forehead, like restless snakes, twitched wildly under the temples.

There was a commotion in my mind, as if there was a flock of frightened sparrows flying around mindlessly, chirping non-stop, and I couldn't help feeling flustered and palpitating.

Ou Yuchen thought, his current complexion must be whiter than the angel's wings on the wrapping paper.

He murmured, "Suye, what do you think this is?"

Sensitively hearing the strangeness in his tone, Suye immediately raised her head.He glanced at Ou Yuchen first, and then turned his gaze to the box. After seeing the contents clearly, he stood up abruptly.

At first glance, it seems that it is a spoof doll that has been very popular among students in recent years, but it is made too scary.

However, Suye was Suye after all, and immediately overturned his own judgment.

What appeared in front of my eyes was not a doll, but a baby corpse with flesh and blood.

It was a baby girl, naked all over, about one year old, lying quietly in the box.

The corpse was covered with iron-blue corpse spots, which had begun to rot, exuding a disgusting putrid smell.

A small head with sparse hair, slightly tilted to the left, flat in shape, like an upside-down broom.

On both sides of the forehead, bruises and a small amount of dried blood scab can be vaguely seen.

The small ingot-like ears look soft and tender, making people feel the urge to touch them.

She opened one innocent pupil wide, the iris was a dead smoky gray, staring blankly into the sky.