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

Wen Xichun was stunned. He looked at his phone and then at the child with a tense face. For a while, he couldn't tell whether what the child said was true or false.

"If you don't believe me, can I take you there? Look, this aunt's body is still hidden on the seventh floor." The child plausibly tried to defend himself.

"How do you know this?" Wen Xichun was dubious, wanting to make insinuations? Make sure what the child said is true or not.

"Come when you say she is coming, but you want to go here for something. It is a taboo in the village. How can those people keep her alive?" ? A trace of regret.

"What's your name?" Wen Xichun suddenly changed the subject, concerned? The name of the little boy.

"My name is Ming, what about you?"

"Won Xichun."

"..." Hearing Wen Xichun's name, the child suddenly fell silent.

He raised his head and glanced at Wen Xichun, his brows were furrowed, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"Why, my name is very strange?"

"No, I just think it's very familiar. I've heard it somewhere, and more than once." The child racked his brains and began to work hard? Looking back, but after thinking for a long time, there was no result.

"I'm a policeman, and I've handled many cases. It's normal for you to be familiar with it."

Wen Xichun explained it this way.

The child doesn't know if this is the case, but he already has a big heart, and he doesn't want to spend too much energy on such trivial matters?

But Wen Xichun probably didn't realize how many people in this village with backward information and no TV or mobile phone can know the news on the road.

"Well, Wen Xichun, if you don't believe me, I can? Take you there? Look, but you have to promise, absolutely not? Take anything from this village, not even a piece of grass, otherwise... ..."

Wen Xichun raised his eyes: "Otherwise what."

The child moved closer, and said softly, "Otherwise, you will be cursed and die like that aunt."

"What curse?" One sentence aroused Wen Xichun's curiosity.

"I can't say it. If I say it, something big will happen to me." This kid named A Ming is obviously not very old, but he is overly cautious.

"Then, at twelve o'clock tonight, I'll wait for you in front of the seventh floor, see you soon."

****

As soon as I got back under the big tree in the center of the village, I saw the villagers here scattered like birds and beasts, and a few strong men carried the long table under the tree and went out.

Besides, there was Yao Jingrong who was looking around like a headless chicken.

"Where have you been?" Seeing Wen Xichun, Yao Jingrong felt as if his hair had exploded in an instant, with an extremely bad attitude.

"The wallet was stolen just now, go? I got it back."

"Steal your wallet? I'm afraid it's a waste of effort? Don't worry." Yao Jingrong said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, I should steal it from you. Next time, I will say hello to that little thief and let him focus on you to commit crimes." Sometimes, Yao Jingrong's words are really annoying.

Back at the ancestral hall, Wen Xichun told the two about the child just now, and both of them looked at Wen Xichun with caring eyes.

Yao Jingrong: "First, he is a thief; second, he is from Heishui Village. Why do you want to believe that he will bend his elbows?"

Yun Muyao: "Section Chief Yao is not unreasonable. We can't find out how true or false what this child said."

These two people, really? It's so strange, they usually want to beat each other to death, but they reached a tacit agreement on the matter of Wen Xichun.

"Just because he didn't take the five dollars I had in my wallet, I knew he was different from those pickpockets."

"You are so naive, stealing is stealing, he didn't steal the phone? But I didn't have time to sell it, it's just five yuan, do you think he's interested?" Yao Jingrong said coldly, "Tonight Honestly, stay in the ancestral hall and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Wen Xichun took a deep breath and worked hard? Restrained his tantalizing emotions: "Do you know why this kid steals things?"

"I still say the same thing. Stealing is stealing. No matter what the difficulties are, it is not an excuse for him to commit the crime." Yao Jingrong's voice suddenly rose an octave.

What Yao Jingrong said was indeed reasonable. Whether it was stealing or killing, he did it. No matter what the reason behind it was, it was not an excuse for him to break the law.

"But this kid steals things and sells them for money in order to get enough travel expenses to get out of here as soon as possible. He has no father or mother, and he is young.

"So? Are we going to ask all the pickpockets from all over the world? Ask? Why did they commit crimes? If there is any difficulty, let them go." Yao Jingrong sneered.

His thinking is different from Wen Xichun's. He doesn't care what helpless and unspeakable secrets are hidden behind those criminals, as long as this matter threatens Wen Xichun's life, he will never give in.

After all, with Wen Xichun's innocence and his credulous attitude towards others, it is likely to become the knife that stabbed him to death in the end.

At this time, Yun Muyao, who had been silent by the side, suddenly spoke:

"I know that it is our duty as the police to investigate the truth of the matter. How about this? If you really want to go, bring your gun and I will accompany you."

As soon as the words fell, Yao Jingrong's eyes that seemed to be able to kill people pierced over.

"You like to meddle in other people's business?" Yao Jingrong questioned with a smile on his face.

Yun Muyao avoided his gaze: "I said, this is our obligation and responsibility as the people's police. If you are afraid of death, we will not force you."

The hands hidden under the table were secretly clenched. Yao Jingrong never thought that this person surnamed Yun dared to challenge his authority so much.

However, from this point of view, he is indeed somewhat similar to his former self. From the time of his birth, he has devoted himself to pursuing the Dao ruthless, but the result is that he has lost the precious things in his heart time and time again. And the poor man who lives alone, he might as well be selfish.

There was a commotion for a while, but no one spoke anymore, because the three adults and children knew very well that this matter could not be quarreled with. As a result, they simply died down.

Wen Xichun was fiddling with the missing girl's mobile phone trying to unlock the password, but from the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be someone passing by the door.

He put away his mobile phone and slowly moved towards the door step by step.

Suddenly? Open the door—

There is a harmless smiling face at the door.

"Here's some fruit tea for you." Alan entered the room with a smile, put the dinner plate on the table, and walked around the room with strange eyes.

Yun Muyao didn't seem to know what happened, and was still curiously asking, "Why didn't I see the village chief today? She's old."

Alan was slightly stunned, and then put on a smiling face: "Grandma is getting old and in poor health. From now on, I will handle all matters in the village. If you have any questions, you can also come to me."

Wen Xichun intervened between the two of them, asking around: "How many people are there in your village? Wouldn't it be hard for you, a young girl, to manage so many people?"

Alan smiled: "It's an established destiny since birth, it's better to accept it calmly than to escape."

A sentence with unknown meaning, the two people who heard it were also confused.

"Okay, then I won't bother you anymore, go to bed early." Alan bowed, stepped backwards, and walked out the door.

The door closed, and the two quickly exchanged glances.

Yao Jingrong was still sulking there alone, while Wen Xichun was trying to figure out a way to unlock the missing girl's phone, hoping to get some useful information from it.

After fiddling for a long time, I can only admit that I am clumsy.

At night, Yun Muyao was lying on his side where he slept yesterday, while Wen Xichun occupied the place that originally belonged to Yao Jingrong. He and Yun Muyao were getting together? Whispering, plotting?

After Yao Jingrong finished washing, he pushed the door——

I saw two people face to face?The mouth is almost sticking together? Go?!

He gritted his teeth, walked quickly to the window, and lifted Wen Xichun's collar to the side like a chicken.

"What are you doing? Are you a bit of a quality?" Wen Xichun smoothed his wrinkled collar and yelled dissatisfied.

Yao Jingrong wiped her wet hair, rolled onto the bed, sat in her own seat, and said plausibly:

"This is my place."

Strange eyes shot over? Wen Xichun sneered: "Who cares about the same thing."

He lay down and turned his back to Yao Jingrong. Although they were in the same room, they could only rely on their mobile phones to continue plotting with Yun Muyao.

Yao Jingrong is not an idiot, just listening to the vibration of the two people's mobile phones? Then there is a ringing sound, and the smell of vinegar permeates instantly.

With half-dry hair, he moved behind Wen Xichun, and the wet hair scratched the back of Wen Xichun's neck.

"Sleep, don't look at your phone, it's bad for your eyes."

Wen Xichun felt that talking about this matter had nothing to do with him, so he simply ignored him.

But Yao Jingrong seemed to be doing it on purpose, his restless fingers were already wandering back and forth on his small waist, and then he groped to his lower abdomen, stopped there.

Wen Xichun felt his scalp go numb, and moved forward? Twice, and the shameless man behind him followed immediately. Moved forward?.

"What do you want?" Wen Xichun asked in a low voice.

Yao Jingrong shook his head: "Don't even think about going anywhere tonight? I'll stare at you even if I don't sleep."

"Go get treatment if you're sick." Wen Xichun's voice suddenly rose an octave, causing Yun Muyao who was on the side to look over curiously.

Yao Jingrong didn't speak.

"You don't really think that you have the right to meddle in my affairs after a date, do you? What's your relationship with me?"

Yao Jingrong chuckled lightly: "The rings are all taken away, ask? Is this still meaningful?"

Wen Xichun took a deep breath, but can he still handle it?

He tore off the ring from his neck and stuffed it back: "Also..."

But before he could finish speaking, a warm palm wrapped him around and tightly held his hand.

"Some things can't be done now? Explain to you, listen to me once, and treat it as me begging you, okay?"

His voice was indescribably pathetic, and even the hard-hearted Wen Xichun was a little moved when he heard it.

only--

"Boom" sounded?

Yao Jingrong blinked in confusion, then slowly closed his eyes.

Behind him is Yun Muyao holding a wooden stick.