slip through the net [criminal investigation]

Please...forgive me for the police officer's stuff. "

Ying Cheng got goosebumps when he shouted "Police Officer Ying" one by one: "It's okay, I don't really care. The laundry and cooking was just a joke, and you don't really need to treat yourself as a nanny.

Also, you are already living in my house, so you don't have to be so polite. It's better to call the police officer, and you can just ask me to apply. "

He couldn't recognize that this was his previous kennel, and looked around in amazement, because it was so spotless that he hesitated when he put the document on the coffee table, and then walked around while talking. The cloakroom: "When the house was sold in this community, it was mainly a warm home, but now it seems that it is not a false advertisement."

I saw that the clothes in the closet were meticulously hung in shades from dark to light, and the cigarette case left in it the night before was also cleaned up, but...

It seems that the hidden compartment behind the back panel has not been discovered.

He was relieved.

Jiang Huanwen was also relieved when he heard what he said. He wanted to complain about being able to live in such a well-lit and spacious apartment as a doghouse. To a certain extent, it is very powerful, but considering his future Food, clothing, housing and transportation depend on this old man, so he had to smile and turn into the kitchen to continue cooking.

"As you said, do you still count on taking me in?"

Ying Cheng looked at the brand-new bedroom and guest room, and then ran to the kitchen. The kitchen in his house was semi-open and the space was relatively small. Only one person was allowed to work in it. He could only lean on the bar and stole the kitchen. A piece of braised pork that was not on the table: "I even let you live in, what do you think?"

After finishing speaking, he paused again, and said with a smile: "Your skills are quite like my mother's style."

Under the background of various kitchen utensils, he realized at a glance that Jiang Huan was actually quite attractive.

He didn't know how to describe it, but he always felt that every move of this person was properly embedded in his heart.

To sum it up, it's just two words - good looking.

Jiang still didn't mind him stealing food, and said calmly: "I just want to discuss my legal rights with you. I have no identity, and it is against the law to hire me, so you don't have to pay me a salary, just take me in and give me a job." Where you live, I will take care of your three meals a day and daily life, how about it?"

He was amused: "Are you here to make me a snail girl? Don't you know that the snail girl's final ending is a promise with your body?"

"As long as you add more money, it's not impossible. But if the bride price is too low, the child must have my surname."

Ying Cheng was dumbfounded, and the hand that stole the food froze in place. He put the food on the table and smiled softly, "Wash your hands and eat."

For the first time, the brazen Captain Ying was so blocked that he was speechless, he was stunned for a long time and could only choke out a sentence: "Do you have any plans for me?"

He blinked: "You want to violate me, didn't you say that?"

Ying Cheng choked again: "Eat."

Sudden coquettish and unexpected teasing, he can be regarded as a match today.

After he ran to wash his hands in a hurry, he couldn't help being shocked again when he saw the bathroom in his home that seemed to be redecorated. However, when he came out, he found that Jiang was still wiping the kitchen counter that he had just wiped. Leaning against the door frame while hugging her chest, she just looked at him like that.

Jiang turned his head back, startled: "What's wrong?"

"Are you simply wanting to repay me for taking you in, or...do you not want to leave a trace of me?"

He paused, lowered his head to avoid his gaze, Ying Cheng immediately stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, only to see that his ten fingertips were all bloody, shocking, he frowned and asked sharply: "Your hand?" what happened?"

Jiang Huan didn't change his face, as if the blackened and bloody finger was not his, he grabbed it casually: "I'm not very good at using things in the kitchen, I wanted to make you supper last night, and I accidentally burned myself gone."

"Burned by what?"

"That." He reached out and pointed to the induction cooker.

But Ying Cheng made a sudden effort, turned back and pushed the person against the wall: "I said, if you want to lie in front of me, don't be too low-level, otherwise I think it's too difficult to tear down the stage. Burn? I think you put ten Did you fry all your fingers in oil?

Doesn't it hurt?To erase fingerprints to this extent, why bother, do you think I will be bored enough to collect the fingerprints you left in my house for testing? "

"You can."

He saw that Jiang was still looking at him calmly, his eyes were a pool of stagnant water, like a high-precision and emotionless machine, and he said firmly, "You will. If I leave fingerprints, you must It will be collected and checked."

"Are you so afraid that I will check you?"

"I'm afraid. My past has nothing to do with you, so why do you hold on to it? This is my utmost sincerity. I should submit. Since I died for you, can't you trust me?"

Ying Cheng tilted his head slightly, snorted, and a sense of awe-inspiring oppression rose up: "I have already given in enough, but don't think you can use the fact that you blocked the knife for me to blackmail me."

"I didn't, and I didn't want to blackmail you, it's just..." Jiang Huan suddenly bit his lower lip tightly, and didn't say another word.

The truth was like a thunderbolt, tightly held in his hand, and the moment he was about to blurt out, his reason returned, making him hold the damned weapon tightly again.

Some things, once said, both he and Yingcheng would end up in the end of losing, so he couldn't.

He can't say.

"Just what?"

He lowered his head and said nothing more.

Ying Cheng stared at his drooping eyebrows and put his hands in his pockets: "It's just that you knew me, a long, long time ago."

He finally raised his head, his eyes were deep, like a vast ocean, and then he shook his head in denial: "No. We don't know each other. I haven't seen you, and I don't know who I am. If you don't believe me, let me go.

I won't hurt you, but I don't want you to guard against me and test me every day. If that's the case, you might as well let me go. "

Ying Cheng was silent, but surrounded him like a mountain with overwhelming pressure and blocked him in a corner, with nowhere to escape.

He looked down at his hands, and saw that the tips of his ten fingers had been scalded with oil one by one, the surface layer of skin had been scalded off, the skin and flesh were ripped apart and scorched black.

It is said that the ten fingers connect to the heart, even if he has been on the battlefield for a long time, he can't imagine how painful it is to burn his fingers all over.However, the man remained silent throughout.

He also thought of the row of icy iron chairs in the hospital. He was sitting there at that time, watching him stumble out of the door after receiving more than a dozen needles without any anesthesia. Pain puppet.

But he is a living person, it is impossible for him not to feel pain.

So, what made him survive until now, and what made him insist on doing this?What exactly is contained in his hidden past?

"Jiang also..."

He felt that the gaze above his head was extremely heavy, and when he raised his head slowly, he crashed into a pair of dark deep sea, and only heard him say:

"Jiang Huan, as long as you want, this is your home. As long as you want, I can be your family. You have been stabbed and bled for me. I remember it. When I decided to take you home, I'm ready to accept you, but if you don't want to, I can't keep you, and there's no need to keep you."

He said with a long leg, and opened the door, "The door is here, you have to go by yourself."

He lowered his head again, clenched his fingers tightly, blood flowed from between his fingers, and his legs were stuck in place like nails.

Ying Cheng stood by the door without urging him, and the atmosphere stalemate for a while.After a long time, I heard him ask: "Yingcheng...you still doubt me, right?"

"I suspect your past, but I know you really have nothing to do with this case."

"You are really honest."

"One of the few advantages."

"You're mad at me."

"Not at all. I also don't want to keep an untrustworthy time bomb by my side. Whether you leave or stay, you have to make it clear.

But, you also have to think about it, if you leave this door today, no matter whether you had me in the past, anyway, the future has nothing to do with me, we two, goodbye forever. "

Jiang opened his hands and saw that his scabbed wounds had burst open again, and his palms were dripping with blood, excruciatingly painful. After thinking about it, he chuckled and said, "Okay, then I'll be more frank. You know Is it a tong fetish?"

"what?"

"I grew up in an orphanage run by tong fetishists." He said, in front of Ying Cheng, slowly took off the black T-shirt on his upper body, and then spun around.

I saw that his chest and back were full of old scars, each dot was burned with cigarette butts, and each strip was drawn out with something thin and long, even though it has gradually faded due to the passage of time. However, the shock caused by Yingcheng has not been weakened at all.

He reached out to untie his belt again, with a gentle smile: "Do you need more evidence?"

Ying Cheng shivered, kicked the door, and rushed forward, clasping his wrists firmly: "Don't move!"

He struggled hard to untie it: "Don't you believe me? As the head of the Criminal Investigation Detachment, Police Officer Ying should want evidence, right? Don't you want to know my past? I'll explain it to you one by one!"

"Jiang Huan! I told you to stop!" Ying Cheng raised his head suddenly, only to find that the man was still gentle at this moment, but his face was soaked, his brows were tightly frowned, and his bright eyes were full of pain. Overwhelmed.

"Why do you... insist on me saying it... I just