Rules of Scum Attack [Quick Transmigration]

"We are just reporters, not detectives."

Wang Libai was sitting on a chair bored, a computer screen was faintly visible on the desk piled up with materials and documents, and on it was his latest report. After the end, he moved his neck and stretched his waist. Lie on the messy table like a bone, and then scratched his greasy hair.

He glanced at Luo with bloodshot eyes, and then said what he just said.

Luo was stunned for a moment. He was looking for similarities in the previous case, but he was overwhelmed by what Wang Li said. After a long time, he lowered his head and murmured: "I didn't even think of myself as a detective... .”

"Okay, okay, reporter Luo." Wang Li nestled on the swivel chair, moved to Luo's side with a push of his long legs, propped his drowsy head, looked at the documents in his hand, randomly pulled out a copy, and flipped through, "So these How did you get the internal information?"

Luo pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Understood." Wang Li made a zipper gesture. It is not a formal channel, and the child doesn't want to talk about it. He has always been a relatively open-minded parent.

"I found that you are really persistent." Wang Li looked at Luo's earnest profile and praised, but his sleepy but sharp eyes seemed to have seen through everything, "Why do you want to be a reporter?"

It seems that the whole newspaper office has become quiet, there is no chaos and noise, only the sound of pages being turned by the cold wind blowing in from the window.

Wang Li gathered his clothes and shivered: "Why don't you close the windows in such a cold day?"

As he spoke, he rarely stood up and walked to the window to close the window to cut off the cold air.Then Wang Li leaned against the window and took out a cigarette in his mouth. Although men generally rely on smoking to relieve stress, especially when they are busy working as reporters, the editor-in-chief issued a smoking ban, so if you want to smoke, you can only smoke. Go out to the smoking area in the hallway.

Therefore, Wang Li just bit the filter to taste.

"Brother Wang and I mentioned it before." Luo Meng said.

"Huh?" Wang Li still couldn't react. He looked suspiciously at the young man who was sorting out the documents with downcast eyes. His side face was less soft and more indifferent than he could understand.

"Such a case happened at my house." The young man continued.

"Ah, I remember." Wang Li said while biting his cigarette, his eyelids drooping as if he was about to fall asleep.

"...It was my younger brother who was taken away." It seemed that many years had passed, so it was natural for him to say such words, but Wang Li could still hear the dryness in the young man's tone.

He couldn't help but click his tongue, threw the cigarette into the trash can, and then sat back beside Luo.After hearing Luo talk about this incident, he checked the news on the Internet, but there was no report at all, as if he was submerged in an endless desert.

"I was playing at my aunt's house, so I escaped the catastrophe." Luo's hands couldn't help shaking, until now he can still recall the fear and despair after seeing the bloody scene after returning home, although the adults behind him He tightly covered his eyes, but that weird pattern still appeared in front of his eyes, the most disgusting crooked way, the remaining feudal scum.

The village was small, so the police found the old man very quickly, and when they caught him he was still drinking bone broth and his house was full of spells.

The bone soup was made by Luo's younger brother. Hearing that the police officers who were present at the time knew this, they couldn't help but look disgusted.

Later, Luo ran to the old man's house alone, and found a book under the bed board, which recorded the "lost" spell.

The village is still too small, and there is usually no news from a closed steamer.

"So, I thought, if I become a reporter, more people will know about this kind of suffering." Luo's face was a little pale, as if he was holding on to strength, he turned his head and smiled at Wang Li.

The man looked dumbly at the young man's pale smile, and wanted to stretch out his hand to pat his head to comfort him, but he also thought that his hands were dirty, so he could only put it down embarrassingly.

"It's okay, Brother Wang, I don't care anymore." Luo said with a smile, and took out the yellowed book from the drawer. There was no word on the cover. with.

"Look." Luo pointed to the spell drawn on one of the pages. Although it was slightly different from this case, it was basically the same.

"Who wrote this kind of book?" Wang Li stretched out his hand and squeezed the thin paper, asking with some disgust.

"Never care about who wrote it... but who, who is unswervingly believing."

Under Shen Jingwen's repeated invitations, Luo finally had no excuse to perfunctorily refuse the man's invitation, so one night, he went to Shen Jingwen's house again.

The first time he didn't observe very carefully, but this time he was sober and took a good look.

Sitting on the sofa a little restrained, listening to the noises coming from the kitchen, he never expected that Shen Jingwen would cook in person to entertain the guests.

Luo took a deep breath, sat on the sofa a little discouraged, took out his mobile phone and searched for the news casually. Since the last meeting, the two have added WeChat to each other. It seems that Dean Shen is not busy all day. It was to send him a message at the right time, as big as having an operation today, as small as growing a potted flower, and reporting almost everything to Luo.

In comparison, Luo's response was much colder. Relying on the existence of a generation gap, he replied many [smiles] and "hehe".But Shen Jingwen didn't seem to be affected at all, still sending messages every day, almost driving Luo crazy.

Of course he knew what Shen Jingwen wanted to do, but now he would never accept a man's pursuit at all.

The young man sighed again, and moved his gaze to the well-growing flowers on the balcony. It was because of the heating in the room that they were able to survive tenaciously.

"Luo Qiu." A man's call came from the kitchen. Luo shook his head, put his phone in his pocket, got up and went to the kitchen. The man seemed to be cooking a meal, and Luo was a little dumbfounded by the delicate arrangement.

"Ah." Shen Jingwen pinched a piece of meat and handed it to the young man's mouth, as if he wanted to feed him. Luo looked at the piece of meat and then at Shen Jingwen, his Adam's apple rolled, and finally opened his mouth to accept Men's feeding.

"How is it?" Shen Jingwen wore an apron, his homely affinity broke away from the gentleman's appearance he had seen before, and a strand of hair hung down, making the man look younger.

"It's delicious." Luo swallowed and praised with a smile.

"It's fine if you like it." The smile in Shen Jingwen's eyes deepened, and he raised his hand again to touch Luo's mouth, but the young man avoided it with some precautions. The man was not embarrassed, and naturally withdrew his hand , said with a gentle smile, "The corner of my mouth is covered with sauce."

"Ah, thank you." Luo hurriedly took out the paper and wiped his mouth.

I have to say that Shen Jingwen's craftsmanship is really good, and it is a taste that Luo has never tasted before.

"Guess what kind of meat this is?" Shen Jingwen asked with a smile, reached out and took a piece of meat and ate it gracefully into his mouth.

"Pork?" Luo asked, he was not very sensitive to food.

"Well, I guessed half right." Shen Jingwen said gently, "It's synthetic meat."

It was almost ten o'clock after dinner, and Luo also drank a few sips of red wine, which made his face a little red.

"Let's stay here tonight." Looking at Luo's appearance, Shen Jingwen invited with a smile.

Luo shook his head quickly, "No need, I'll take a taxi and go back."

"That's it." Shen Jingwen nodded, but didn't hold back anymore.

"be careful."

Before leaving, Shen Jingwen stood in front of the door and waved to Luo, with crooked eyes and a kind look, but always, Luo felt a little inconsistent, he thought that at the very least, the real Shen Jingwen and the one he showed Not the same.

Walking on the cold street, Luo shrank his entire face into the scarf, leaving only a pair of eyes to watch the road.The street lights were on the sidewalk, and there were still many pedestrians nearby. It took about half an hour to get home, so Luo simply walked to digest.

At this moment, he didn't realize that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from behind.

When he finally got home, Luo took off his scarf and coat, and was about to go to the bathroom to take a hot shower, but suddenly, he realized that something was wrong.

Suddenly, when the lights dimmed, a strong force pressed him on the bed, with his hands behind his back, and the man above sat on his waist, looking down at him.

Luo's body trembled.

"It's you again?" He said almost gnashing his teeth, and the man's gaze fell on his back as if it had substance.

Luo's face was pressed in the quilt, a little lack of oxygen, he couldn't turn his head to look at the man's face.

"Are you happy?" the man said hoarsely.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Luo frowned and asked, his tone a little impatient, he could feel that the man had no killing intent towards him.

"Why are you so irritable?" The man seemed very flexible, bent over, and put his lips against Luo's ear with a smile.

"Let go of me." Luo's momentum weakened a bit, because he felt that the man was licking his earlobe at this moment.

"No." The man squinted his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, "Now you are the prey."

"Let go, pervert." Luo seemed to deliberately want to provoke the man, but the man was unmoved, as if he was interested in this title.

"How do you know I'm a pervert?" the man asked intentionally.

"No normal person would break into someone else's house... and still do such a thing." Luo bit her lip, trying her best not to feel the wetness of her ears.

"Oh, that's right." The man smiled happily, his hands even got into Luo's clothes, and gently stroked the other's muscles. The cold body temperature made Luo's skin crawl.

"So, do you want to have sex with me?" The man seemed to have no sense of shame, so he blurted out such a question.

"Go away!" Luo struggled vigorously, but his strength was not enough to shake the man's control.

"I let you go, so it's okay?" The man's tone was a little puzzled, as if he didn't know what to do.

"The guy who doesn't even dare to show his face..." Luo stopped struggling, panting heavily, his tone full of malice and annoyance, "Don't be disgusting."

The man froze for a moment, then chuckled, and let go of Luo who was lying on the bed.

When Luo came to his senses, the man had disappeared, but his cell phone vibrated. It was a message from Shen Jingwen——

"are you home yet?"

The author has something to say: the old man is divided

感谢在2021-09-2800:19:32~2021-09-2918:19:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: there is no wind and one is naturally smooth;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!