A charming and dangerous character

In the car just now, Cheng Ye heard the weather forecast that the temperature would drop sharply today.Sure enough, the cold air in S City in November was like a loach, trying to get into the gaps between the two of them's clothes.

Cheng Ye, who had been outside for several hours, couldn't feel the cold at all at this moment. It was like jumping into the lake for a wild swim in winter. Now his whole body was completely frozen.

And being shrouded in the shadow of the tall man, Cheng Ye's dizzy head went on strike at this moment.

But he still smelled the light fragrance of cologne mixed with a smell that belonged to Qiu Chuyi—it seemed to be the same smell as in high school, which made him suddenly have the illusion of deep warmth.

But when he looked up and saw the obvious politeness and alienation in the man's eyes, he felt a coldness that was colder than body temperature for some reason.

Qiu Chu looked down at Cheng Ye who "actively" threw himself into his arms, as if he was thinking about the reason why Cheng Ye came here so early.

It was obvious that Cheng Ye's previous position was not on his side, and he shouldn't be here for some trivial matter now - so, did he come here after he discovered something?

So what would he discover?

Cheng Ye raised his neck, and he didn't receive an answer from the other party for a long time after he finished asking.Seeing that Qiu Chuyi seemed to be thinking, he stood on the spot and moved a little bit, then stood on tiptoe calmly, trying to look at the other party as much as possible.

As a glorious people's policeman, he must not lose to the enemy in terms of momentum!

However, there was a gap in height between the two, and he could only see Qiu Chuyi's drooping eyelashes, like the slender feathers on the wings of some kind of bird, and a large shadow cast directly under the eyelids.

After so many years, this person still looks so monstrous - Cheng Ye is thinking wildly.

In fact, he was panicked.Under that confident appearance, his pulse kept beating like he stepped on the gas pedal.

He couldn't guess how Qiu Chuyi would answer.Because the two hadn't seen each other for too long, he wasn't even sure whether Qiu Chuyi recognized him or not.

If the answer is yes, it's okay, if it is no?

Subconsciously, he touched his face that was about to be swollen from the beating, and thought: I would have brought something with me if I knew it earlier, at least I could find an excuse to say that I saw my old classmates, anyway, it was better than empty-handed now.

But fortunately, Cheng Ye was lucky, and Qiu Chuyi was still good-natured and self-cultivated as he cooperated with the police.

After the air was still for a while, he suddenly spoke and said in a relaxed tone, "Okay. It is my duty to cooperate with the police investigation."

Hearing this, Cheng Ye was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect the other party to agree.But in the following words, Qiu Chuyi's usual alienation can still be heard.

The request should only be agreed to cooperate with the investigation of the case - it seems that he really did not recognize him.

More likely, of course, he doesn't remember him anymore.

Those pasts that he regards as treasures that he can't forget until now have been worn away by the ruthless changes of the years, and disappeared with the wind.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on two friends who haven't seen each other for many years.

Those warm rays of light, like the golden fleece in mythology, seem to magnify Cheng Ye's froze smile at the corner of his mouth infinitely, and his white and neat teeth are shining like shells on the beach.

The expression on Qiu Chuyi's face remained unchanged, and his downward gaze was still polite and restrained—but only he knew what kind of excitement he was experiencing in his heart at this moment.

Whether the role of the two is Snow White who invites the witch into the room, or the weak Red Riding Hood who breaks into Grandma Wolf's house without knowing it.

The uncontrollable and unpredictable future has really become more interesting.

"Click."

The sound of opening the door was very low, Qiu Chuyi seemed to be afraid of waking someone up, so he tried to keep his hands as light as possible.And Cheng Ye, who was following behind, also tiptoed involuntarily, and entered the spacious villa like a thief.

After entering, the first thing that catches the eye is a huge abstract oil painting hanging on the wall - Cheng Ye doesn't know much about art, but he can vaguely distinguish three characters on it, probably a man, a woman and a child.

He knew without guessing that the character in the painting must be the owner of the house.

Fortunately, Cheng Ye dared to walk around the house openly under the cover of his identity as a criminal police officer.

Countless works of art and famous paintings are placed in every corner. The huge space in front of you seems to be cut by three colors of black, white and gray. It is divided into different functional areas such as living room and kitchen. The simple and clear modern furniture highlights the originality of the house. Atmospheric pattern—gradually, he discovered that this house was also full of Qiu Chuyi's characteristics.

"Hey, did you decorate this house yourself?" Seemingly unintentional, he lightly touched Qiu Chuyi in front of him with his arm, and whispered, "It's kind of like your outfit...cough, tall and stylish. "

In fact, what Cheng Ye wanted to say was pretending to be a criminal—but with the conscience of heaven and earth, he suddenly realized that he was a "strange" guest invited in as a guest.Even if the two are alone now, without the presence of a third person, it's better not to reveal their true nature at the beginning.

But Qiu Chuyi instantly understood the word Cheng Ye hadn't said.

He didn't know what to think, he smiled, shook his head and replied: "No, these are all Nancy's designs, I don't care about these things." Then he pointed to the sofa and said to Cheng Ye: "Officer Cheng, you sit first, I will go to the kitchen Get a cup or two of coffee over here."

"Don't be so troublesome!" Cheng Ye also pretended to laugh, he felt that he must look like a happy New Year picture doll now, and said politely to him: "Just pour me a glass of cold water!"

But his behavior was not polite at all.

Cheng Ye slumped down on the sofa that conformed to human mechanics, as if his body was completely immersed in warm water. He sighed in his heart: the sofa of the capitalist class is just extraordinary.

The sofa here feels like sitting on a cloud floating in the sky, while the one in his house is at best a hard coffin board for the dead to sleep on!

Taking a long breath, Cheng Ye said comfortably, "You really don't have to be polite with me. Besides, I'm used to drinking water, not coffee. But it's also right that you like coffee, after all, you just returned to China not long ago!"

Qiu Chuyi replied: "Actually, I haven't lived abroad for a long time. I drink coffee only because Nancy told me that it is good for reducing swelling in the morning." Then he went to the kitchen and poured two cups of warm water, and then returned to the living room where he poured it Passed a cup over: "Let's drink some warm water, it's better for the stomach."

After Cheng Ye drank it, he found that the temperature of the water was just right. He took two more sips and felt much more comfortable in his stomach. He asked again: "By the way, is your company usually very busy? In China, we also pay attention to the male lead outside and the female lead inside. You My wife takes care of the house pretty well."

He sat down opposite Cheng Ye: "The company is fine."

The other party didn't seem to pick up the words very much, Cheng Ye was a little embarrassed, and it took him a long time to explain: "Mr. Qiu, I'm sorry to bother you so early. Actually, I have nothing else to come here today. I just..."

Before the words fell, both of them heard the fierce "struggle" coming from the belly of Police Officer Cheng—the voice was so strong that a series of gurgling sounds played an eternal swan song in the empty living room, and even echoed continuously.

"..." Cheng Ye opened his mouth and cursed silently.Seeing that Qiu Chuyi's face didn't change, he pretended to raise his glass and take a big sip even though he was embarrassed, his mouth was vague: "That...it seems a bit early, haha..."

"Is it because you haven't had breakfast yet?"

Seeing Qiu Chuyi get up again, as if he was going to find food for him, Cheng Ye quickly reached out to stop him: "Oh! Mr. Qiu, don't be so polite! I just came to ask you to understand the situation of the victim, let's just chat casually! Don't be so troublesome!"

joke!He, Cheng Ye, is a public servant of the people, how can he drink and eat other people's food!

But Qiu Chuyi didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he stepped down the steps: "Chuchu will have class later, I won't go out for a run today, so I just happen to prepare breakfast for her."

When Cheng Ye heard it, he thought to himself: Well, you can't stop someone's father from cooking for the child, right?

So temporarily abandon the principle of "not taking the masses as a front line".This time, he should be in the light of the children, and besides, he can't give up the bottom line just because of this meal, and let the real culprit get away with it.

However, when he thought that the murderer of "Eleventh Two" might be Qiu Chuyi, Cheng Ye suddenly fell into depression again.

Seeing Qiu Chuyi find a lot of ingredients from the refrigerator, he probably planned to cook by himself.After thinking and thinking, Cheng Ye also came to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile: "You are very good to my daughter! How about this, I am also very embarrassed, let me help you!"

"No, you're welcome." However, Qiu Chuyi refused without hesitation.

Cheng Ye was taken aback by his firm tone, feeling that this person seemed to completely resist strangers entering his territory.

Qiu Chuyi may also have noticed that his tone was a little stiff, and added after a while: "I'm sorry, Officer Cheng, I'm used to cooking by myself, so I don't want to trouble you."

"If you feel that the living room is too far away and communication is inconvenient, you can sit on the chair next to me and ask me something."

After all, he was at someone else's house, so Cheng Ye ate and drank so much that he had to listen to his host's orders and obediently sit on the chair next to the island.

This granite island has a large area, and it is placed in the middle of the living room and the kitchen—they just happen to be on one side, and it feels like there is a natural moat in the middle.

"Hi! You still don't let me be polite, I think you are polite!" Cheng Ye pretended to lean on the chair, but actually looked at Qiu Chuyi, and his occupational disease made him look around again.

He noticed that Qiu Chuyi was cutting the meat, and he looked pretty good. Recalling the questions asked during his interrogation yesterday, it seemed that Qiu Chuyi answered correctly. He really knows how to cook at home.

The more Cheng Ye watched it, the more he felt that Qiu Chuyi was a good swordsman.

As if they were integrated with the utensils in their hands, as the knife was raised and lowered, the pieces of meat seemed to be cut by a machine, and the cut out volumes were almost the same.

Even if he didn't look at his subordinates just now and was distracted talking to him, Qiu Chuyi never cut his hand.

——This is by no means an easy feat.

Especially for criminals who murder and dismember their bodies, having this skill is definitely a icing on the cake, like a tiger with wings added.

Combined with his resistance just now, Cheng Ye couldn't help being vigilant, as if he casually mentioned: "By the way, you read it in the first high school in D City, right?"

After hesitating for a moment, Qiu Chuyi nodded: "...um."

Cheng Ye immediately noticed the stiffness of his facial muscles: "What a coincidence! I also graduated from that high school, and we are alumni!"

He smiled and asked, "I don't know, do you know me?" Then he moved that bright smiling face towards Qiu Chuyi.

At this time, Qiu Chuyi suddenly stopped his movements, and looked directly at Cheng Ye, his eyes seemed to be recalling carefully.

Although Cheng Ye was still as relaxed as before, his breathing couldn't help being suffocated, and the muscles all over his body were also tensed - he didn't know what kind of answer he wanted to hear.

But unfortunately, Qiu Chuyi shook his head in the end, expressing his regret: "I'm very sorry to become a police officer. I did study in City D, but it's been too long, and I can't remember my friends back then. I'm sorry."

Cheng Ye could clearly hear the broken voice in his heart, but so many years of experience had allowed him to keep smiling, and continued to tease nonchalantly: "I said, Mr. Qiu, why are you always so polite, what a big deal! Besides, it's normal that you don't know me, after all, compared to a schoolboy like you, I'm just an ordinary high school student."

This time Qiu Chuyi didn't talk to him, but just smiled.

Hearing the sound of chopping vegetables next to his ear, Cheng Ye's wandering eyes were suddenly caught by a cold light.He looked along and found that the light source came from Qiu Chuyi's kitchen knife.

The moment he saw it, Cheng Ye felt that this knife was very unusual - it was not a Chinese kitchen knife with a blunt arc that is common in the kitchen, but a sharp long knife with a bright and sharp body.

The sunlight coming in from the window is reflected by the exquisite and complicated pattern on the blade. Although the color is warm, it makes people feel chilly for no reason.

The intuition of the police made Cheng Ye see the photo of the wound on Jiang Nanxi's head and the neat edge of his right hand uncontrollably when he saw the long knife.

"Your knife—" He deliberately lengthened the ending, watching Qiu Chuyi's reaction intently: "It looks pretty good. No matter what kind of meat you cut, it should be pretty fast, right?"

Unexpectedly, Qiu Chuyi stopped again when he heard the words, put the knife aside and raised his head again.

He looked at Cheng Ye who had "taken the initiative to enter the urn", deliberately ignored the pun in his words, and recalled the power outage notice posted last night.

There was a quiet smile on his lips.

It's just after six o'clock.

It's still early, and most people probably haven't woken up yet.

and so--

Even if something happens later, the probability of witnesses must be close to zero.