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

Wen Xichun sat in front of the computer, gently stroking the skin near the wound on his forehead with his fingertips.

He had more than a dozen stitches on the back of his head, and for this he had shaved off a piece of hair. If it weren't for the fact that the hair could barely cover it, he would be ashamed to see others now.

Regarding the matter of wearing a book, even Wen Xichun himself almost forgot about it after a long time. After getting along for so long, he has fully integrated into these colleagues in this police station. It's as if he's been living here since the beginning, and no one except himself realizes that he's an outsider who joined later.

If it wasn't for Tong Si's words, perhaps Wen Xichun would have considered himself a part of it without hesitation.

But Tong Si said that Qi Lan just made a full confession last night, but half a month before she made a confession, when he asked Yao Jingrong about the situation, he had already said all the words correctly.

He even knows the details that only Qi Lan himself knows.

Wen Xichun scratched his forehead, his thoughts drifted to Ordos, and accidentally poked his fingertips on the wound.

He gasped in pain, and quickly took a small mirror beside him to carefully observe whether he had damaged the wound.

The face reflected in the mirror is pale and bloodless, the cheeks are thin and slightly sunken inward, and the whole person still looks sick and lacks energy.

"Captain Wen, are you admiring your beauty again?" The office door was knocked twice.

As soon as Wen Xichun unbuckled the mirror and looked up, he saw Yun Muyao leaning against the door with the document in his hand, looking at himself with interest.

"What's wrong?" Wen Xichun quickly changed the topic.

"This is all the autopsy reports in this case of recruiting gods. Section Chief Yao sorted them out and asked me to bring them to you."

A thick stack of documents was hand-typed by Yao Jingrong one by one after he hadn't slept all night.

Looking at the pile of documents, Wen Xichun straightened up unconsciously, pondered for a moment, and spoke in an unnatural tone:

"Why didn't Section Chief Yao come and deliver it in person, and asked someone else."

Yun Muyao propped his hands in front of the desk, leaning slightly, his dark pupils reflected Wen Xichun's unnatural expression, which was the same as his tone.

"He was finishing the report all night. He was tired, and now he is catching up on sleep."

Hearing Yun Muyao say this was originally an insignificant matter, but Wen Xichun always felt uneasy, strange, and even had a slight tingling in his heart.

The sky outside the window is leaden gray, and the police station is shrouded in coldness. It seems that the temperature has dropped recently, so the whole room is damp and cool.

Wen Xichun was holding the autopsy report, and after Yun Muyao left, he suddenly stood up from the chair.

After a long silence, he sat back silently.

He himself? Doesn't know himself? Why? Why did he stand up suddenly.

Looking at the autopsy report in his hand, Yao Jingrong's handsome signature was in the signature column.

With a sudden heartbeat, Wen Xichun stood up again, took his coat and strode out.

"Boss, just now..." Just as I was going out, I saw Huang Jiu, his face full of anxiety.

Wen Xichun suddenly felt sober, stopped quickly, and straightened his tie with fingers: "What's wrong."

Huang Jiu raised his eyes and raised the gauze on Wen Xichun's forehead, and swallowed the words again, uncharacteristically: "It's okay, I just wanted to say, the toilet ran out of paper just now, I want to ask you this... ..."

Wen Xichun took a deep breath, pointed to the locker beside him, and left the office without saying a word.

The office buildings of the research institute and the police station are separate, and a road runs across the middle to separate the two buildings.

Wen Xichun didn't know how many acquaintances he met on the way, and how many times he heard the phrase "Team Wen, why don't you run around if you don't have a rest?" At first, he patiently explained a few words, but later he simply Just shut up and play dumb.

But for the first time, as soon as I arrived at the entrance of the research institute building, I saw two forensic doctors coming out of the building together? Whispering together? .

Forensic doctor A: "Really alive? You can see everything after a long time. How should you tell him about this?"

Forensic doctor B: "I can't speak at all. If his mother didn't tell me, we wouldn't know how complicated his family is. My God, this? Has involved ethics and morality. It's horrifying to think about it."

It sounded like the two were chatting about family affairs, and Wen Xichun didn't pay much attention to it, bypassing them and going straight into the research institute building.

The two forensic doctors were stunned for a moment, and immediately turned to look at Wen Xichun's back.

The two looked at each other, their mouths opened, and they seemed to want to say something, but for some unknown reason, nothing came out in the end.

Wen Xichun went up to the second floor, looking around, the door of the room at the end of the corridor seemed to exude a black atmosphere that strangers should not approach, and any forensic doctor who passed by there had to make a temporary detour. It seems that Yao Jingrong On weekdays, there are many sanctions against them, otherwise they wouldn't be so scared.

But to be honest, Wen Xichun didn't know why he came here, and what work matters did he need to discuss?Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is no, but the feet are out of control? Generally speaking, it is the brain out of control.

He stood at the door of Yao Jingrong's office, with his finger resting at a distance of five or six centimeters from the door. After hesitating for a long time, he finally withdrew his hand slowly.

If you want to go in, you have to find some reason.

"Captain Wen, Captain Wen?" Just as he was contemplating, he heard a soft voice calling from behind him.

One? Looking back, she saw that she was a newcomer who had just joined the forensic department. She looked cautious, but her face was full of gossip.

"Captain Wen, do you know what's going on with our section chief recently? He's been like this since he came back from Heishui Village. Locked himself in his room and hardly ever saw him go out. I haven't even seen him eat anything, so it won't work like this."

Although this? Little forensic doctor's mouth is full of concerned words, but the shining eyes are "seriously" declaring:

"I want to hear gossip, where are you and Section Chief Yao? What happened there?"

Wen Xichun raised his head and thought about it for a while, and then said: "Don't eat? If you don't eat, cook some millet porridge and pour it raw, and if it doesn't work, add glucose."

The voice just fell-

"Boom!" There was a loud noise in the room, and the movement sounded like someone fell from a high altitude.

Wen Xichun subconsciously pushed the door open, and called "Section Chief Yao" into the room.

As far as the eye can see, a light blue figure is lying on the ground, with black police trousers wrapping his slender legs, and even posing in an aesthetically pleasing manner.

If there wasn't the fallen chair next to it, if there wasn't Yao Jingrong holding his forehead in pain...it would look more like a model pictorial...

"Are you okay?" Wen Xichun held his back and slowly helped him up.

Yao Jingrong avoided his hand indiscriminately, looked up at the half-replaced light bulb above his head, and without saying a word, lifted the chair up and continued to climb up.

"Click." His hand was grabbed.

Lowering his head, he was looking at Wen Xichun's indifferent eyes, which contained inexplicable emotions.

"Let go." Yao Jingrong's voice was very soft, but with irresistible determination.

"I heard that you haven't eaten for a few days. How can you eat well?" Wen Xichun didn't know why his head was so hot. He ran to the research institute and asked Yao Jingrong's hand. This kind of question, after all, his life and death had nothing to do with him.

No matter how stupid he is, he can see his feelings for him, but he has never had that kind of thought about him, but as soon as he heard that he didn't even eat, his feet ran uncontrollably come over.

Yao Jingrong didn't reply, he raised his arms, screwed the light bulb to the socket, covered the lampshade, and slowly got off the chair after doing all this.

His complexion was extremely bad, his lips were pale without a trace of blood, Wen Xichun was obviously the injured person, but Yao Jingrong's white paper-like face was no different from his.

Wen Xichun poured him a glass of water and handed it over: "You don't have to eat rice, but you have to drink water."

"Go back if you have something to do." For the first time, Yao Jingrong took the initiative to push people away.

"I came here for nothing, and it's not your turn if something happens."

Yao Jingrong didn't speak, his face was tense, and he sat on the sidelines silently, looking really angry.

"I'm talking about you, why are you so grown up? Playing childish temper." Wen Xichun lost his patience, and directly put the water glass to Yao Jingrong's lips, "Drink water."

Yao Jingrong let out a long sigh: "Let's put it there, drink it later."

"Speaking of which, there is one thing that I'm particularly curious about." Wen Xichun simply sat next to Yao Jingrong, with his arm close to him, "It's about Qi Lan's case."

Yao Jingrong raised his eyes, and said casually, "You come to me only for work, right?"

Wen Xichun rubbed the water glass, moved to one side without any trace, and tried to distance himself from Yao Jingrong: "I'm just curious, how did you fully describe the case even when Qi Lan didn't confess? It's some details that only Qi Lan himself knows."

Yao Jingrong gently kneaded his shoulders, and there was no abnormal expression on his face, but he just narrated calmly: "The result is... Then, you can get the answer by reverse deduction. Although there is a blocking element in it, but at that time If you don't get a definite answer, will you rest in peace?"

"Then I really thank you. Why? For my sake." Wen Xichun raised his hand, his knuckles slightly bent, covering half of his lips.

Yao Jingrong was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned his head away, the slightly shy smile of Zhong Xichun in his mind has not dissipated for a long time.

"Then as a thank you, let's have dinner together tonight, I invite you."

Yao Jingrong's eyes lit up, but his tone remained as indifferent as ever: "Then, is this a date?"

Wen Xichun thought about it seriously: "Is it? Dujia, the suburban sugar team, steamed the gift for you."

Sure enough, Yao Jingrong was very coaxing, just like this, someone who hadn’t eaten or drank for a few days suddenly regained his energy, opened the office door and walked straight to the bathroom when he was up at night——

Shower, wash hair, blow dry, change clothes, apply moisturizer, apply styling gel——

Wen Xichun was reading a magazine in his office, when he suddenly heard a door open, and subconsciously looked over.

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So flashy!What it is?