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

"Why are you dressed like this?" Looking at Yao Jingrong whose suit, leather shoes and leather shoes were shining so brightly, Wen Xichun asked a question from his soul.

Yao Jingrong raised his hand? Gently stroking the tie knot, trying to put it in the middle of the collarbone: "No? Said to be on a date."

He looked at the plain light blue police shirt on Wen Xichun's body again, his face darkened: "If you don't know how to wear it, you will wear it."

Seriously, Moon Hee-chun was? Had? This plan at first.

"No, wait a while to go home and change? Come."

So? There appeared such a bizarre scene:

Yao Jingrong, who was wearing a haute couture tailor-made suit, and Moon Xichun, who was only wearing a hooded sweater and loose jeans, stood together, not only in the same world, but not even in the same space.

Yao Jingrong's hands trembled slightly: "Eating with me is as casual as that."

"It's weird, I eat so casually with anyone, it's just a light meal." Wen Xichun looked at Yao Jingrong's suit while speaking, "Is it? Isn't it? It's too exaggerated, it's really unnecessary .”

Yao Jingrong's hand straightening his tie suddenly stopped, and then slowly slid down.

"Forget it, what do you want to eat?"

"Yes? Let me invite you to see what you want to eat." Wen Xichun said with a smile.

"Then...steak?"

"The steak you ate last time, change it to something else this time?"

Yao Jingrong: "Since that's the case, why do you ask my opinion?"

Wen Xichun took out two coupons from his pocket and shook them at him: "In hand? On my head? Two coupons for hot pot, let's just settle it tonight?"

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Wearing a suit and tie to eat hot pot, not only the waiters in the store? Never seen it, Yao Jingrong himself has never seen it!

He was sitting at the table with his mobile phone in his arms, looking at Wen Xichun, who was opposite him, having a good chat with others with his mobile phone, his fingers on the keyboard as fast as the wind.

I'm not happy.

"I've chosen." Yao Jingrong put the mobile phone in front of Wen Xichun, trying to get his attention.

"Oh good, just place an order, and the waiter will deliver it after a while. Now it's all electronic ordering, so it's very convenient." Wen Xichun put away his mobile phone and put it aside.

As the mobile phone fell on the table, Yao Jingrong's restless heart gradually calmed down.

The hot pot was steaming up, and Wen Xichun's face was a little blurred in the mist.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, the atmosphere was really a bit awkward, Wen Xichun rubbed his fingers, and began to try to find something to say:

"Section Chief Yao, I don't think I've heard you mention your family. How many times have I been to your house? I haven't seen my uncle or aunt."

Yao Jingrong looked away: "There is nothing to mention."

He immediately changed the subject: "What about you, I haven't heard you mention your family."

Wen Xichun didn't know how to explain it to him. His father left early, and he lived with his mother and sister. However, his mother and sister are both in the world outside the book. He really has no way of knowing how he is doing now.

"It should be fine... My younger sister is different from me. She is a good student, and many big companies are rushing to get it." Wen Xichun's mind appeared in the younger sister's smile like a spring flower, "In the future, it should be the same. Marry a nice man."

Speaking of which, the waiter just came over with a shelf and brought up the dishes they ordered one by one.

"Are you? What do you belong to?" Looking at the piles of vegetables on the table, Wen Xichun asked again from the soul.

Yao Jingrong was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "It's a dog."

"That shouldn't be..." Wen Xichun casually lifted a plate of lettuce, "Is the dog a carnivore?"

Yao Jingrong raised his eyes: "Then you are? What do you belong to?"

"Pig." Wen Xichun said without hesitation.

"That's just right. Now it's popular for dogs to eat raw meat, such as pork chops and big bones."

Wen Xichun laughed "puchi" and said, "Taking advantage of me?"

Yao Jingrong spread his hands, picked up a piece of raw vegetables, rinsed them in the pot, and sent them to Wen Xichun's bowl: "Eat vegetables."

"Can I? Eat meat?"

Compared with the weird "date" last time, this time, the atmosphere of the two people who seemed ordinary against the backdrop of civilian food was also a rare harmony.

There were four or five people sitting at the next table. They were all eating happily and the music was loud. One of them was already drinking, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he was still yelling for everyone to drink together.

But suddenly, a woman in the middle suddenly quieted down, her eyes drifted towards the two of them from time to time.

"Hey, look..." She suddenly shrank back and waved to a few people opposite.

Several other people leaned over in amazement, and while listening to the woman's words, they couldn't stop glancing at Wen and Yao.

"Really? I'll ask." The man in the middle who had completely lost control of his drinking suddenly stood up and walked out holding the beer bottle.

"No! It's just? Like! And I'm not sure, what if I admit the wrong person." The woman hurriedly pulled him back, but the others still sat idly by, looking like they were watching the show.

"Yes? No?... Just ask if it's clear." The drunken man staggered and pushed the chair away, and walked to Wen Xichun at the next table with misty eyes.

Originally, the atmosphere was just right, and Wen Xichun had no bickering with Yao Jingrong for the first time. Instead, he was eating very happily, but suddenly a shadow fell around him.

Wen Xichun's hand holding the vegetables? He paused, and slowly raised his head.

A man with a square head, a square face, a square body and a strong body like a cow is holding a wine bottle, his face is flushed, his nose is like a hot pepper, he looks at Wen Xichun, his head is pushed forward, almost close Wen Xichun's face.

"What are you doing?" He was suddenly pulled away.

Turning my head to look, I am amused, a man who eats hot pot and wears a suit? He is quite nosy.

The drunk man shook off his hand and continued to look at Wen Xichun:

"I heard that you... have a younger sister."

Wen Xichun raised his eyes suddenly.

"My sister is very beautiful, no wonder you have such thoughts?" The drunk continued to yell.

"What are you talking about?" Wen Xichun got a little impatient, and said to the table, "Is it? Your friend, please persuade him."

But? The "friends" were not moved at all. On the contrary, they all looked like they were watching the fun.

"No? I'm just curious. Aren't you a policeman? The police still do this kind of thing? You fucking use our taxpayers' money to do this kind of thing to disgust us!"

With a loud bang, the wine bottle in the drunk's hand fell to the ground, and glass flowers exploded on the ground in an instant.

Hearing the movement, the waiter hurried over: "Excuse me, guest? This guest drank too much. We will send someone to clean this place immediately."

The waiter? Pulled the drunk man away with all his strength.

"Wait a minute?" Wen Xichun suddenly said, "Let him finish, I want to hear it."

He raised his head, but his deep eyes were full of darkness.

This scene is really familiar, as if there? Something has strung together without a trace.

"Why would the police station recruit someone like you! It's true these days? Anyone can be a policeman!" The drunk continued to yell relentlessly, and the curse was worse than the one, and the voice was harsh.

"Shut up." Yao Jingrong stood up, taking advantage of her height to look down at the drunk, "Since the [-]th day of making trouble in public places, do you want to go to the detention center to see the world?"

"Who are you scaring? What are you?" The drunk man leaned forward and leaned against Yao Jingrong, "Xiaobai? Face, hide in the arms of a rich woman."

Yao Jingrong took a deep breath, with a stern face: "Really? I'm nothing, just a forensic doctor who only deals with corpses."

In the eyes of most people, the word "forensic medicine" is basically equated with "corpse" and "flesh and blood". The drunk who was so arrogant that he almost pushed Yao Jingrong to the side heard this. After two words?, I was more than half sober in an instant, and quickly popped up three meters away:

"Fuck...fuck, who are you scaring, the forensic doctor...it's amazing!"

Speak the most arrogant words in the most embarrassing tone.

"Forget it, don't be as knowledgeable as this kind of person." Wen Xichun stood up, turned on his mobile phone to pay, "I'm full."

Without raising his head, he strode away from the hotpot restaurant with his slender legs.

Yao Jingrong put on his coat and chased him out in three steps and two steps.

The night wind blew away the strong smell of hot pot.

Wen Xichun walked in front silently, followed by Yao Jingrong?

He looked at Wen Xichun's gloomy expression, and quietly stepped forward to wrap his arms around his shoulders: "Is the drunk person? Not? Self-aware, he may have misidentified the person, don't take it to heart."

Wen Xichun smiled, and his smile was obscure: "How could it be possible to admit the wrong person, isn't it? I have been emphasizing the police, but?, I don't know what happened? What happened? When Huang Jiu came to me today, he was also hesitant to talk. "

"Maybe? Qi Lan's case has caused too serious a social impact, and we can't satisfy everyone. Don't think too much. Now that you're full, why don't you go for a drink?"

"No, the wound hasn't healed yet, and I've been drinking recently."

The green light on the opposite side turned on, and Wen Xichun walked towards the opposite side with the crowd.

This place looks familiar. I remember that when I was dealing with Su Ran's case, I used to come here for supper with Yao Jingrong.

The low and old city walls and the dim street lights elongated the shadows of the two obliquely.

I don’t know when that little wonton stand never appeared again, and there was only a long, narrow and crowded path, which was illuminated by street lights in a warm orange color, extending forward to an invisible end.

Unknowingly, why did he come to this place again? This is obviously not the way home, but it seems that there is a mysterious force driving him, and his feet came over uncontrollably...

Wen Xichun raised his head and looked at the alley in confusion.It was crowded with people just now, but for some reason they all disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The fine white snowflakes sprinkled down, gathering into a thin layer on the ground.

"Plop——Plop—" The heart suddenly beat violently.

Looking over from the corner of the eye, there seems to be a strange line of sight staring at this side of the old red brick wall.

"Are you going to my house tonight?" Yao Jingrong suddenly leaned over to block Wen Xichun.

"No." Wen Xichun raised his hand and gently pushed Yao Jingrong, wanting to find out.

But Yao Jingrong stubbornly remained motionless until Wen Xichun put his hands together and exerted a lot of force, but he suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged him into his arms:

"Go to my house, can I? Let you forget all your troubles."