Case File Compendium

With such an episode, when the two wanted to rest again, the night was already deep.

Because they analyzed many things together tonight, Xie Qingcheng finally looked at He Yu without the heavy resistance before.

"rest early."

He coughed a few times as he spoke.

He Yu: "Still cold?"

Xie Qingcheng: "It's okay. I'll drink some hot water and rest for a night. It will be fine."

As he said, he folded his clothes and walked to the table, where the unfinished water was still warm.

Xie Qingcheng leaned against the table, flipped through the materials again, and drank the water slowly.

After all this tossing, Xie Qingcheng seemed more tired than before, and he didn't know if it was because he smoked too much and was in poor health. Since He Yu reunited with him, he felt that his physical strength was gradually fading away visibly with the naked eye.

That kind of morbidity covered Xie Qing's tall and handsome body, like a snow-colored veil, and in the hard masculinity, there was a kind of cold and fleeting beauty like morning mist.

He Yu stood still and watched for a while, looking at this man who couldn't hold him like a mist, gradually lost his mind.

Xie Qingcheng turned around: "What's wrong?"

He Yu said: "It's nothing... I'll go out and wash my face. You go to bed first."

He went out, cut some fabric, and wrapped his wrists so that Xie Qingcheng would not see his self-injury marks after falling asleep, and then returned to the house.

When he came back, Xie Qingcheng had fallen asleep on the bed with his eyes closed. He Yu looked at him quietly for a long time, the emotion in his eyes seemed gentle and dangerous.

He knew that he had more extreme thoughts about Xie Qingcheng than those criminals like Wang Jiankang.

Wang Jiankang and the others kill people and organize prostitution. He thinks they are too low-level. This kind of crime purely for money, power and fame is as ugly and stupid as a dog rolling in the mud.

Although he has a strange spirit, he has no interest in these things they do. The abnormal psychology in his bones makes him want to carve Xie Qingcheng into a work of art that belongs to him completely.

And the so-called sculpting is to blind his eyes so that he can only follow himself.

If he doesn't listen, then tear off his dragon scales one by one, peel off his dragon tendons, and then completely press his bloody body against your heart, and stick it tightly to yourself, so that his body It is tightly bonded to one's own body through warm blood and regenerated skin.

So he can get him.

He and his only companion in this world share the same breath and heartbeat.

He Yu stood by the wall and tasted the bloody smell in his heart for a while, then sighed and walked to the bed.

——Xie Qingcheng reserved one side of the bed for him this time.

But he dared not sleep.

He Yu hung down his clothes slowly, chose to lie down on the floor again, and closed his eyes.

"..."

After he closed his eyes, Xie Qingcheng opened them, his eyes squinted, and his eyes fell on He Yu's face in the darkness.

What is this man doing?

He didn't want to sleep with him before, but He Yu wanted to squeeze in.

Now he doesn't care where He Yu sleeps, even seeing that he hasn't moved rashly, he saves the bed for him to save the child from catching a cold.

But the child didn't sleep again, which was really inexplicable.

After a while, as if sensing his gaze, He Yu suddenly opened his eyes again.

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

He Yu: "..."

The person on the bed rests on a pillow, meeting the eyes of the person under the bed.

"..." He Yu's voice sounded a bit deep, like the bell of a pagoda suppressing an evil beast.

"looking at what?"

Xie Qingcheng was straightforward in speaking and doing things, since he asked, he didn't beat around the bush: "Why are you sleeping on the floor again?"

"The bed is too hard, and you are too thin to lie on and hug. And you smell like cigarettes."

"..."

He Yu: "I despise you."

"Then you'd better keep disliking it." Xie Qingcheng turned off the light: "Sleep."

It was dark all around, and the house returned to darkness.

He Yu pulled the quilt over his face, and whispered in a voice that the other party couldn't hear: "Xie Qingcheng, you are so stupid. I lied to you."

Xie Qingcheng was sleeping next to him, but he took out his mobile phone under the quilt, silently opened Xie Qingcheng's WeChat interface, and entered a few words that he would not actually send.

"Thank you, good night."

Then he exited the page, clicked on the photo of Xie Qing showing a side face, and kissed it lightly.

He could only vent a little bit of his turbulent emotions like this.

Otherwise, he felt that the sickness that he had finally suppressed by means of self-harm would come back.

He Yu didn't care whether he was a beast or not, anyway, his image in Xie Qingcheng's eyes was already a beast.

But he can't stand the so-called Xie Qingcheng.

Even though Xie Qingcheng is the toughest, bravest, and strongest man he has ever seen, He Yu still feels that a person's ability to bear is not infinite.

Xie Qingcheng has endured too much, and he doesn't want his desire to be the last straw that crushes him.

This night passed like this.

Early the next morning, Xie Qingcheng and He Yu asked the farmhouse where Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband lived.

"His home should be in the center of the county." The peasant woman was not so sure, she turned to her husband and asked, "Is it over there?"

Husband: "Yeah, it seems to be on North Street in the county seat. I'm not familiar with it, so I'm not sure, but that's about it."

After the man finished speaking, he greeted them warmly: "Are you going there? I just happened to give you a ride."

He took their transportation, which was naturally that cool tractor.

At the end, he smiled at He Yu and said, "Little handsome guy, you and I have a destiny with this tractor. I just sat on it last night to buy fried rice for your brother, and I'm going to sit on it again after I sleep, hahaha."

People in the village were outspoken, and it was too late for He Yudai to stop him, so he could only helplessly raise his hand to help his forehead.

Xie Qingcheng listened and understood.

He frowned slightly, looking at the boy next to him.

Although he knew that He Yu probably bought it for him when he saw the dishes last night, but it was actually confirmed, and the feeling was even more subtle.

Xie Qingcheng had taken care of Xie Xue, Li Ruoqiu, and Chen Man in this way.But he didn't—and was very unaccustomed to being taken care of the other way around.

This feeling even made him a little uncomfortable, and he didn't understand what He Yu was trying to do.

After all, apart from the bond between the two of them being orphans, it was just a bed partner relationship that had ended.

He Yu: "I just bought it at random. Can you stop staring at me? It's so creepy."

Xie Qingcheng: "...get in the car."

Although it is now the 21s, you can still see fragments of the old times everywhere on the county road in Qingli County.

On the lintel of the non-staple food store, there are red paint characters full of 80s atmosphere.

Price lists flicked or swiped off the glass windows of hair salons.

Wearing dark blue factory uniforms at the gate of the campus, they sell fried skewers, and the owner of the rice cake shop lazily picks his teeth.There are strings of low-quality plastic toys, popping candies, potato chips, and colored candies hanging at the door of the small shop.

He Yu was born after the millennium. Although he has an understanding of these things with a strong sense of color in the [-]s, [-]s or even [-]s, he has little contact with them.

Xie Qingcheng was different. He was walking on the streets of Qingli County, and his eyes showed some nostalgia.

Especially when he saw Weixin Food Store, which had long since disappeared in Huzhou, at the gate of Qingli Primary School, his footsteps even seemed to be tripped by an invisible rope, and suddenly became a little slow.

He Yu followed his gaze and was taken aback: "Pearl milk tea is 2 yuan a cup?"

Xie Qingcheng: "It used to be this price."

He Yu: "... When was it before?"

"Let me think."

Xie Qingcheng thought for a while, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards Weixin Food Store: "When you were not born yet."

He Yu: "..."

The two of them entered the store, and the store was filled with the smell of deep-fried oil and artificial creamer. The smell made He Yu frowned, but it actually made Xie Qingcheng frowned.

"Boss, two cups of milk tea, and I want to ask you about a place."

He Yu said in a low voice: "If you inquire about the place, just inquire about the place. Why are you buying this milk tea? Can you drink it for two yuan?"

Xie Qingcheng: "Two yuan a cup won't kill you."

The shopkeeper was very enthusiastic, and wrote the specific address of Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband's house on a greasy post-it note and handed it to them.After a while, the milk tea was also ready.

Xie Qingcheng took a sip and felt very satisfied. The milk tea tasted the same as before.

When he was young, he also used to walk on the way home in school uniform.Both Xie Ping and Zhou Muying were very busy at work. When he was in primary school, they gave him five yuan a day in pocket money and asked him to buy something to fill his stomach after school. Otherwise, Xie Qingcheng might have died when the two police officers came back. starving.

Bubble milk tea, a drink, appeared at the gate of Xie Qingcheng's school in the fifth and sixth grades of primary school.

At that time, it was a very foreign style thing. The price of two yuan a cup was not too cheap for the elementary school students at that time. After all, fried small tenderloin can buy four small skewers for one yuan, but everyone had to rush to have a fresh drink. At the beginning of the opening The queue was more than ten meters long.

Xie Qingcheng liked to go to the milk tea shop very much at that time, because the milk tea shop provided students with a place to sit and do their homework, and the shop also sold all kinds of fried skewers, grilled sausages, and tribute ball soup.Xie Qingcheng just ordered a cup of milk tea and some snacks, and finished his homework quietly.After coming and going, his parents also knew that after work, they had to go to the milk tea shop in front of the school first. Maybe Xie Qingcheng stayed there before he finished his homework, so they could take him home along the way.

Later, Huzhou underwent earth-shaking changes, and such small shops gradually disappeared like confetti on the street.

For Xie Qingcheng, a cup of pearl milk tea at two yuan is not just as simple as milk tea, but also means that in spring, summer, autumn and winter, Xie Ping's bicycle bell rings outside the store——

The shop owner greeted: "Thank you officer, come to pick up my son."

The man agreed, walked in with a smile, and patted Xie Qingcheng on the head: "Let's go, I know how to drink milk tea every day, and go home for dinner."

……

"Puff cough cough cough!!"

Xie Qingcheng's memories were suddenly interrupted by an earth-shattering cough.

He turned his head and faced the source of the voice, and saw that He Yu had been patient, but his face had turned slightly blue. The young master put down the milk tea, as if he was about to enter the crematorium.

Xie Qingcheng: "...what's wrong."

He Yu was embarrassed to say anything in front of the shopkeeper, pulled Xie Qingcheng away and walked out.

As soon as he got outside, he couldn't help it: "Is this thing drinkable?"

"I've been drinking since childhood."

"..."

He Yu: "You, you..."

Xie Qingcheng: "Forget it, I have a generation gap with you. You can't understand me."

Between "understanding Xie Qingcheng" and "not drinking poisonous arsenic", He Yu still firmly chose the latter.He threw the milk tea away, and scientifically believed that drinking such a thing would not be able to understand Xie Qingcheng through Ren Du's second channel.Li Ruoqiu must have drank this stuff, she is so old, how can she not drink it?

Did she understand Xie Qingcheng?

No.

Obviously, there is no need to drink this poison.

Xie Qingcheng drank very much. He drank pearl milk tea all the way, and he didn't even smoke. The two followed the address given by the shop owner, searched all the way there, and ate the last glutinous rice pearl in Xie Qingcheng. Finally, the two of them stopped at the door of a commercial and residential storefront.

The two uncles looked at the name of the shop, and then at the address and house number, and looked back and forth several times before they were sure that they had found the right place.

——The shop has thick red curtains, and words such as "massage", "hairdressing", and "foot washing" are randomly written on the dirty glass door, but there is no price marked.

At the top is the name of the shop: "Awen Shampoo".

Clearly, this is a hair salon in "that" business.

They never thought that Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband would live in such a place, Xie Qingcheng hesitated a little before knocking on the door.

After more than ten minutes, just when the two suspected that there was no one inside, the curtain of the hair salon was opened a little bit, and the glass sliding door was also opened a crack.

Behind the curtain stood a girl, very young, she looked only eighteen or nineteen years old.The girl first looked them up and down vigilantly, and then seemed to come to a certain judgment, and was about to close the door without saying a word.

Xie Qingcheng blocked the door: "Please wait a moment."

The girl looked at him blankly.

Xie Qingcheng: "Excuse me, is Yi Qiang there?"

They inquired about Yi Qiang, the name of Lu Yuzhu's ex-husband.

When the girl heard the name, she paused when she closed the door: "Aren't you the police?"

He Yu was speechless, even if it was the police, if she asked such a question, the police would not admit it.

But he still replied to her: "No. We are here to find Yi Qiang."

"My dad has been away for several months and is not at home."

He Yu was taken aback, Dad?

Could this person in front of me be the daughter of Lu Yuzhu and Yi Qiang?

But she doesn't look like Lu Yuzhu at all, and she looks too weak. If the girl last night was her, it would be absolutely impossible for He Yu to let her escape successfully, let alone mistake her for Lu Yuzhu herself.

"Are you Yi Awen?"

The girl replied numbly, "That's my sister. My name is Lulu."

It turns out that she is the daughter of Yi Qiang and his remarried wife.

Seeing that the two men didn't come to find fault, Lulu's vigilance relaxed a little, but she still stared at their faces: "What do you want from my dad?"

"It's not a very important matter. It's fine if he's not here. That's right." He Yu said casually, "Can we meet your sister?"

Lulu shrank back, her entire face was almost hidden behind the curtain, she only looked at them from a crack.

"My father is not here, and neither is my sister, so you go."

Xie Qingcheng: "We are not the police, and we have no malicious intentions. Can you..."

Lulu has already closed the door.

Xie Qingcheng was about to knock on the door again, but He Yu held him back and shook his head: "Let's go first."

When the two left the door of Awen's hair salon, He Yu said: "We can't ask anything like this. Comparing our hearts, people living in this environment will be very vigilant."

"Then what do you say?"

He Yu: "Try again at night."

After dinner, Xie Qing finally figured out what He Yu wanted to do.

The young man asked the host family for a few old clothes that the locals would wear, and put them on in a random match. Then he cut off some hair, carefully pasted it into a beard, pasted it on his face, and finally put it on in front of the mirror. Some low-quality bronzer powder bought from a small daily chemical market in Qingli County was puffed on the face.

Makeup and Disguise is an elective major in the School of Communication, and I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

When He Yu came out from the bathroom, Xie Qingcheng was startled.

Where is this handsome and gentle male college student before?He is clearly a sloppy villager who is exposed to wind and rain.

He Yu smiled and said, "How is it?"

"...I don't recognize it at all."

"That's right, then I'll make one for you too."

Xie Qingcheng narrowed his eyes: "What's your idea?"

He Yu said: "What else can I do in the hair salon at night?"

Xie Qingcheng: "You don't mean to..."

"When that Lulu was talking, I looked through the crack of the door. There were several girls sitting inside. I couldn't see exactly how many there were, but there were always four or five. This store is doing illegal business. We are going to inquire about the news, and we will definitely find nothing." He Yu took Xie Qingcheng's hand and led him to the bathroom, "You have to pretend to be a guest. Come, I will put on makeup for you. I will make up the caliber Let’s just say that they were introduced by someone from a nearby village, and they wanted to have some fun, but they were afraid of being discovered and didn’t want to do this in their own village, so we came to patronize their business together.”

Xie Qingcheng felt that this person was really messed up sometimes.

But after thinking about it, although this idea is really bad, it seems that there is really no other way now.

He Yu put on makeup for Xie Qingcheng. When he was doing these things that required meditation and time-consuming, he liked to listen to some music, and there were randomly played songs floating in his phone.

While the music was playing, it cut to a song that was very familiar to He Yu.

After listening for a while, he realized, oh, this is the soundtrack of the movie "The Tuner".

He Yu's makeup brushes suddenly paused, and an idea popped into his mind.

"Thank you Qingcheng."

Xie Qingcheng opened his eyes: "Huh?"

"Would you mind wearing contact lenses? I happen to have a pair in my suitcase that I can use. I have an idea that maybe it will make the girls a little more relaxed when they receive us."