God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

Wen Xichun's fingers trembled slightly, he immediately stabilized his emotions, and said in a cold voice: "It's easy to attract attention when there are too many people, just do what you should do."

Yao Jingrong shrugged at Huang Jiu, and the ironic smile on his face became more obvious: "Did you hear me, do what you should do."

After speaking, he slipped out a bunch of keys from his coat pocket, took out one of them, and pressed it lightly.

He then calmly opened the co-pilot's door, sat in as if nothing had happened, and consciously fastened his seat belt.

Wen Xichun looked at him, trying to hide his astonishment: "Why do you have this car key?"

Yao Jingrong pulled out a bag of bear marshmallows from his pocket again like a magic trick, twisted a lychee flavor and threw it into his mouth, with an uncomfortable smile still on the corners of his lips:

"I have driven this car before. I lost the key at that time. I found a spare one, which is the one you are using now."

Wen Xichun gripped the steering wheel tightly, rubbing his fingertips unconsciously.

"Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of taking credit with you, I just...can't wait to know the truth of the case, the fake beard is handsome, let's drive."

During the four-hour drive, the two of them didn't say a word the whole time. Yao Jingrong sat on the sidelines and read his autopsy report by himself, looking up at the scenery outside the window to rest his eyes from time to time.

Just like last time, a group of unscrupulous people in Chongmen Village who had no business sitting at the entrance of the village every day to show off their power stopped the two people's car again.

It's the same guy lying under the car last time, still in the same outfit last time, with a hoe in his arms and a stop in front of the two-person car:

"Hey, let's go, there are rules in our village, let's go into the village, you have to show it a little bit."

Wen Xichun secretly rolled his eyes, took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a few bright red big unions and waved it up: "We came this time because we fell in love with this treasure land of geomantic omen, and we want to develop tourism economy for you. , you spend the money first, and after the work is done, the benefits will naturally be indispensable to you."

The diabolical leader looked at the bright red unity, his eyes were narrowed into a line with joy, and once he took the money, he gave way: "Come on, brothers, line up."

Before Wen Xichun could react, he saw a group of men wearing rags and rags, with a hoe in their arms, and they automatically dispersed into two rows, baring their teeth and shouting loudly:

"Welcome boss to visit our village! Welcome!"

Wen Xichun broke out in a cold sweat.

He finally realized what it meant to be able to turn ghosts around with money.

The village head was in charge of the reception. When he heard that it was a big investor from the city, he killed two pigs overnight to express his welcome, and specially arranged the so-called "best accommodation" for him.

It is an ancestral hall dedicated to ancestors at the end of the village.

In order not to be suspected, Moon Hee-soon is a master of acting, giving full play to the spirit of Stanislavski, giving full play to his bestialist acting skills, eating meat and drinking heavily, and telling people "five bosses, 666" all the time After tossing and tossing until one o'clock in the morning, I stumbled to the ancestral hall with a swaying figure.

Yao Jingrong said that he had a headache and went back to sleep when he was halfway through the drink.

Wen Xichun didn't drink much at ordinary times, he vomited and fell all the way after drinking half a catty of liquor, at least he came back safe and sound.

Pushing open the gate of the ancestral hall, the cold moonlight casts a cool white couch on the blue brick floor. There is no roof in the middle of the ancestral hall. It is said that such a structure can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and gather the aura of heaven and earth.

Wen Xichun staggered to the front of the ancestor stone statue, watching it silently.

When the moonlight fell, the bottom of the stone statue's nose cast a shadow, and the cheekbones were highlighted, making it look weird and weird, more like a monster.

Wen Xichun shuddered, half sober from the wine.

Holding on to the wall, he walked with great difficulty step by step. It took more than ten minutes to walk a few meters away.

The door of the bedroom at the back of the ancestral hall was ajar, and there was a dim and tired light from inside.

Wen Xichun didn't really want to go in because Yao Jingrong was inside.

He was so reluctant that he planned to make do with the night in the lobby, but there was a soft voice from inside:

"It's November, are you sure you want to stand outside?"

Wen Xichun pushed open the door, avoiding the man sitting in the middle of the bedroom as much as possible, took off his coat and climbed onto the bed in silence.

The village head is also a talent, and after a whole meal, he made a [-] cm single bed for the two of them to sleep in.

"Did you wash up?" Yao Jingrong raised his noble head from the document, and moved his eyes to Wen Xichun who had already got into bed.

The scene in front of Wen Xichun's eyes is doubled now, his head is heavy like a big stone pier, how can he be in the mood to wash up, and sleep under the quilt as soon as he burrows into the bed.

"Go wash up." Yao Jingrong walked to the bed, his voice suddenly raised an octave.

"Don't bother me." There was a murmur from under the quilt.

Yao Jingrong stood for a while, looking at the bulge of the quilt, then turned and walked out.

Not long after, the bedroom door was opened again. Yao Jingrong was holding a basin of hot water in his hand and a plastic cup with a big peony flower hanging on his finger. He put it on the table, then went straight to the window and raised his hand. Lift the quilt and throw it aside.

The cold air invaded, Wen Xichun shivered from the cold, and raised his hand to touch the quilt in a daze.

Then, the hand was pressed down violently.

Immediately, a huge pulling force pulled him up from the bed, and when he wanted to open his eyes to see who was so annoying, a warm and wet towel was pressed on his face, and he wiped it lightly, and then someone came He tried twice on his fake beard with his fingers, and tried hard——

"It hurts!" Wen Xichun exclaimed.

Before he could see who was coming, another stick was thrust into his mouth, and the fresh and slightly spicy smell of toothpaste spread in his mouth.

"In this world, only I will take care of you, you know." A gentle voice came from beside my ear.

What did this guy say? It's so funny.

"Wash your mouth, hurry up." The voice was still persistent.

Wen Xichun stared in a daze and drank the water in the cup next to his mouth. Just as he was about to swallow the foam of toothpaste, his head was pressed down hard again, and the mouthwash immediately poured out and sprayed all over the floor.

"Drink some horse urine and you won't be able to tell the difference between east and west, north and south, let me see you drinking later..."

I didn't hear the last sentence clearly, even though he was drunk, Wen Xichun couldn't help sighing that this man really likes to meddle in his own business, so he might as well go to the Pacific Ocean and become a policeman.

****

After a hangover, it hurts like my head is about to split.

Wen Xichun slowly opened his eyes, listening to the slight breathing sound coming from his ears.

He froze for a while, then slowly looked aside.

Only a finger's width away from him, lay a familiar man with a peaceful sleeping face and steady breathing.

He he he!Isn't he Yao Jingrong, the king of the forensic department with the nose soaring?Why would he sleep next to him!

Oh, I remembered, I had already returned to Chongmen Village yesterday, and there was only one bed in the ancestral hall.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a gentle knock on the door from outside.

"Who is it?" Wen Xichun quickly put on his coat and left the embarrassingly broken wooden bed.

"Hello, the village chief asked me to come and deliver breakfast to you." The tone was weird, not like Mandarin but not quite like the local dialect.

Wen Xichun opened the door, and there was a tall young man standing at the door, with his head down, unable to see his face clearly.

But although the clothes are old, they are very clean, just like the foreign woman I saw before.

"Thank you, give it to me." Wen Xichun reached out to take the plate.

The young man kept his head down, bowed slightly to Wen Xichun, and then slowly exited the room.

"That's right." The young man walked halfway and suddenly turned back.

"You have also seen the situation in our village. If there is no urgent matter, don't wander around. This is advice." The young man buried his head lower when he said this.

Wen Xichun blinked, pretending to be harmless to humans and animals: "Thank you for reminding me, I will pay attention."

But when the young man left, Wen Xichun noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the young man's right foot, and he was limping when he walked, which was very obvious.

There was a slight rustling sound behind him, and when he turned his head, Yao Jingrong sat up at some point, and was slowly putting on clothes one by one.

The tailored shirt wrapped around the thin waist, and the ironed suit pants outlined two slender and well-proportioned long legs.

Unconsciously, Wen Xichun took a second look.

Yao Jingrong was wearing a belt, and seemed to feel the scorching gaze. When she raised her head, she saw that the person opposite was standing there stupidly, her eyes glued to her waist.

He sneered and patted his belt: "Like it? Give it to you?"

Wen Xichun looked away and rolled his eyes.

"This village head is very caring. He killed a chicken when he got up early in the morning." Yao Jingrong picked up his toothbrush and said with a smile.

But his tone never sounded sincere.

Wen Xichun opened the door: "I'll go out for a walk, you eat slowly."

Yao Jingrong was the leader, and his shirt was tied into his trouser belt: "Have you seen any real estate developer visit the development site alone."

"Just follow up if you want to. Can't you just say something if you have something to say?" Wen Xichun said coldly, ignored him, turned his head and left the ancestral hall.

Yao Jingrong watched his leaving back, shrugged, with a slight smile on his lips, as if he was not irritated by his harshness.

Even in the daytime, there is still no one in the village, only a few middle-aged aunts squatting by the creek, beating dirty clothes, and their mouths are not idle:

"I think that woman must have had an affair with our village chief, otherwise a foreigner would allow her to stay here for so long?"

"Maybe she and the branch secretary were both sleepy, last time I saw her coming out of the branch secretary's house."

"Shhh—don't say it, don't say it." One of the aunts glanced at the person coming from the corner of the eye, and quickly poked the other's arm with his elbow.

A tall and thin woman slowly walked over with a wooden basin in her arms. Her head was buried very low, her long, rough hair hung down to cover half of her face, her clothes were plain and dark, and she looked not energetic.

Wen Xichun remembered her, at least the clothes looked familiar.

It was the same dress she wore when she came to look for the mentally abnormal son, but it was surprisingly clean.

The woman squatted silently tens of meters away from the group of gossiping women, put the dirty clothes on the stone, and sprinkled some washing powder.

"You wash in the downstream, and they are in the upstream. Isn't this just dirty waste water?" Wen Xichun tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, for fear of scaring her.

Hearing the movement, the woman's hand holding the clothes paused slightly.

She didn't speak, didn't look up, and continued to wash clothes.

Seeing that the other party didn't want to talk to him, Wen Xichun stopped pestering her to be annoying, and bowed slightly to the woman: "Then you wash slowly, I'll go around."

Before he had gone far, Yao Jingrong, who had been silent at the side, suddenly said, "So how are you doing?"

Wen Xichun only hated that he didn't have a needle in his hand, otherwise he really wanted to sew a zipper on his mouth.

"Yeah, I'm good at this, does it have anything to do with you?"

Yao Jingrong narrowed his eyes, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth:

"So you like men."

Just as Wen Xichun was about to scold him, he felt that there was something wrong with the words, so he immediately asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The corners of Yao Jingrong's lips widened, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes:

"He's a man, don't you miss it?"