After being forced into an infinite stream, he slept with his nemesis

There are three operating rooms, one is the pre-operative disinfection room, the other is the serious operating room, and the other is the post-operative observation room. They are clearly divided. The cleaned operating room has all the medical equipment removed. Zhou Xiaofei is in the three operating rooms. A large amount of blood test reagents were sprayed in the operating room.

Under the blue light, the floor of the operating room and postoperative observation room, the operating table, and the observation bed glowed blue and white. Especially in the postoperative observation room, the floor was covered with blood.

"These bastards!" Uncle Hua clenched his fists and quickly squatted down to work.

"With this amount of bleeding, people are dying here." Zhou Xiaofei squatted down in the postoperative observation room, taking pictures.

Mo Yuanbai scanned the three operating rooms with cold eyes, and then asked Sima Zhiyuan behind him: "What happened just now?"

"Hearing the sound of the forklift starting, Zhou Jianfeng and Manager Liu suddenly challenged me together. I defeated Manager Liu, but I was no match for Zhou Jianfeng. This guy has practiced before!" Sima Zhiyuan was a little ashamed, and someone ran away if he didn't pay attention.

"You go back to the bureau to issue the investigation report. Be sure not to let Zhou Jianfeng and Sun Jinhai run out of the city, and let the bureau seal the Jiuqing sanitation company, and let the company notify all cooperative units to replace the sanitation company as soon as possible. Let's go again Zhou Siping's house." Mo Yuanbai said the former sentence to Sima Zhiyuan, and the latter sentence to Ye Qianluo.

With just one look, the two behind them understood.

After integrating into the team and having a tacit understanding, Ye Qianluo nodded happily, and the three of them greeted the colleagues who were collecting clues, and then climbed up the stairs.

After leaving the company, Sima Zhiyuan took a taxi back to the Detective Bureau. Later, the Detective Bureau would send someone to seal the company. Mo Yuanbai and Ye Qianluo drove straight to Zhou Siping's house in 712, Building A, Jinyuan Community.

It was rush hour right now, and Mo Yuanbai's car was huddled in the traffic, unable to move. Seeing the time passing by, although there was no evidence that Zhou Siping had a direct relationship with Zhou Jianfeng, his intuition told him that this The trip to Zhou Siping's house should be done as soon as possible.

Mo Yuanbai put the light on the roof of the car, and the horn sounded in the traffic flow, and the cars in front gave way to the detective car with 45-degree yielding.

"People of this era are of such high quality!" Ye Qianluo opened the car window and saluted the car that gave way to them. When he turned around, he happened to see Mo Yuanbai's gaze from his Take it back behind you.

"Why? Shouldn't you be saluting?" Ye Qianluo's eyes flickered, as if he was recalling the salute he just made, and his posture was not standard.

Mo Yuanbai was speechless, he stepped on the accelerator heavily, the car accelerated sharply, and rushed forward.

Ye Qianluo was so focused on grabbing the handrail on the door that he didn't care to recall that coquettish salute.

When he turned around to salute, his T-shirt was buckled by his seat belt, revealing a small section of his white waist. He didn't notice it himself. If he did, he would definitely not show only a small section.

"Ding dong——" Ye Qianluo remembered ringing the doorbell this time, and the door opened immediately. It was Zhou Siping's husband Bai Mingchao who opened the door.

"A Ping, salad dressing..." Bai Mingchao was wearing an apron, holding a spatula, and hurriedly pushed the door out. When he saw two strange men standing at the door of his house, he couldn't help but froze, "Who are you?"

"Mo Yuanbai of the detective team, this is my colleague Luo Qianye. We want to find your wife Zhou Siping, is she at home?" Mo Yuanbai held up the arrest certificate, and looked at Bai Mingchao calmly.

He has a thin figure, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, his writing is weak, and he has a strong bookish atmosphere.

"Ah? Ah Ping... What do you want from her?" Bai Mingchao asked hastily.

"About your neighbor, there are still some things that need to be checked with her."

"She...she's not at home now. She needed salad dressing when cooking just now. She went to the supermarket to buy it."

"Call her back."

"Oh. Please wait inside, you two? I'll go to the kitchen and turn off the fire." Bai Mingchao let the door open, found two pairs of guest slippers in the shoe cabinet at the door, put them at the door, and let Mo Yuanbai in.

Ye Qianluo stared carefully at the famous painting "Sunrise on the Sea" in the living room, gently tugged at the corner of Mo Yuanbai's clothes, leaned his head closer and said, "The painting seems to have been moved, and the frame in the lower right corner is slightly off."

"En." Mo Yuanbai stared at the painting for two seconds, then lowered his head, and saw that hand wrinkled the corner of his clothes again.

Have something to say?

Mo Yuanbai frowned slightly in displeasure, and raised his hand, trying to brush off the hands hanging from his clothes.

Ye Qianluo seemed to know it, so he just let go, took out a notebook and a pen from his pocket, and winked at him innocently: "This time, I carry a notebook everywhere, by the way, I still owe Zhou Siping an autograph when I came last time, so let’s make it up this time.” Then he sat down on the corner of the sofa, very well-behaved.

Mo Yuanbai: "..."

"A Ping's phone can't be reached? Maybe he's driving?" Bai Mingchao came out of the kitchen with his mobile phone on his side, and put two glasses of water in front of Mo Yuanbai and the others.

"Mr. Bai, where did this painting come from?" Ye Qianluo pointed to the wall.

Bai Mingchao turned his head to look, smiled and said, "Oh, this one? It was given to her by a friend of my wife's. It is said that it is a copy of some artist's work. I don't understand either. I teach mathematics."

"Mr. Bai, do you know these two people?" Mo Yuanbai turned on his phone, clicked on the photo He Yuxiao sent him, and showed him the photos of Zhou Jianfeng and Sun Jinhai.

"Well... I don't know, I don't know." Bai Mingchao pushed his glasses, looked at the two photos carefully, and shook his head.

"How did you and your wife meet?" Mo Yuanbai took back his cell phone and asked Bai Mingchao, while Ye Qianluo was carefully recording beside him.

"Is this related to your case?" Bai Mingchao asked alertly.

"Related. Please answer truthfully." Mo Yuanbai raised his eyes and glanced at him.

"My wife and I met in a charity performance at the orphanage. We were both volunteers at the time." Bai Mingchao recalled the past with tenderness in his eyes.

"Orphanage? Which one?"

"The Sicheng Orphanage on the outskirts of the city, oh, it has been demolished and merged into other orphanages."

"Your wife and parents are gone?" Mo Yuanbai remembered that in Zhou Siping's personal information, the column for parents was blank, so he asked casually.

"She grew up in Sicheng Orphanage! She..." Bai Mingchao was about to continue when the door opened and Zhou Siping came in with a full supermarket shopping bag.

"Why are you guys again?" Seeing the two people sitting in the living room, Zhou Siping's expression darkened.

"Zhou Siping, we are here to let you confirm whether you know these two people." Mo Yuanbai stood up, opened the photo on the phone screen, and handed it to Zhou Siping.

Bai Mingchao took out the hostess' slippers from the shoe cabinet, bent down and put them at Zhou Siping's feet, then took the shopping bag from his wife, turned and went into the kitchen.

"I don't know." Zhou Siping stared at the photo carefully, shook his head in confusion, and looked up at Mo Yuanbai.

"You two, it's getting late, why don't you have dinner at my house? It's about adding two more pairs of chopsticks." At this time, Bai Mingchao poked his head out of the kitchen and said to Mo Yuanbai and Ye Qianluo.

"No, take your leave." Bai Mingchao's calm chase away made Mo Yuanbai's eyes slightly narrowed, and he had a panoramic view of the expressions of their husband and wife.

"Mr. Bai, isn't your wife a full-time housewife? Why, you still cook?" Seeing Mo Yuanbai saying goodbye, Ye Qianluo quickly got up from the sofa, and when he passed the kitchen, he poked his head into the kitchen.

"Hehehe, Ah Ping said that she made a hand mask in the afternoon, so I can't get it wet, so I'll make it for dinner." In the kitchen, Bai Mingchao was cutting shrimp threads in the sink, and he turned his head to answer Ye Qianluo.

Mo Yuanbai's eyes glanced at Zhou Siping's hands. They were a pair of Bai Jing's slender hands, with slender fingers and neatly manicured nails, like a pianist's hands, or hands holding a scalpel?

Zhou Siping signed the notebook, then put her hands in the pockets of her coat, walked to the door, and waited for the two to come out: "You two go slowly."

"Bah——" Ye Qianluo had just stepped out of the gate when the door behind him slammed shut, almost pinching his heels.

"She..." Just as he was about to explode, he saw Mo Yuanbai making a phone call while walking. His steps were so fast that he had to trot to keep up.

"Sima, has the Xiecha report been sent out?...Well, good! You and Wu Qiuqiu don't have to go to the Palace of Wuqing today, but to watch Zhou Siping and Bai Mingchao at 712, Building A, Jinyuan Community...yes, 24 hours."

"Uncle Hua, how's the situation over there? Okay...the venue is sealed off, and the employees are brought back to the bureau for overnight interrogation."

"Gu——" Mo Yuanbai heard the sound of stomach growling from the pendant behind him during the phone call.

"Uh..." Ye Qianluo scratched his head in embarrassment. The French food he ate this morning lasted all day. It is really not for ordinary people to do detective work, and his iron body can't afford to toss every day.

Mo Yuanbai suddenly remembered the words of Lao Hu from the logistics department: How can a new colleague with delicate skin and tender flesh stand up to the torture of the first team?

"Didn't eat?" Mo Yuanbai made a few more phone calls, arranged his work, took back his phone, and asked the person behind him.

"Yes." Ye Qianluo replied weakly.

Don't you know if you ate or not?Follow you all day.

"Exactly, I'm hungry too. You eat..." Mo Yuanbai couldn't help slowing down as the pendant's trotting sound rang in his ears. Every day, when did he eat on time?

"I can eat anything! Don't pick!" The pendant grabbed the words, a little impatient.

He is an intern team member, that's right, his stomach is not for an intern, it's delicate.

Mo Yuanbai didn't understand the meaning of Ye Qianluo's "you can eat anything".

He drove directly to a noodle restaurant not far from the City Bureau, and ordered a large bowl of scallion noodles for one person. When he picked up his chopsticks and ate more than half of the noodles, he looked up and saw a certain pendant poking the noodles with his chopsticks. He was only sucking on a piece of noodles, but his eyes were fixed on him.

"Don't you eat everything?" Mo Yuanbai ate noodles gracefully, but very fast.

"Eat! It's just that I can't bear to miss the smoky side of Mr. Mingpan." Ye Qianluo picked up the noodles with chopsticks, picked them up, but didn't eat them.

"Now you and I are both flesh and follow the birth, aging, sickness and death of the world. Do you really think I'm made of iron?" Mo Yuanbai drank the noodle soup in a few gulps, wiped his mouth with a tissue on the table, and stood up. "Waiting for you in the car."

Seeing Mo Yuanbai got up to pay the bill, and then got into the car at the door of the noodle shop while dialing the phone, Ye Qianluo threw away the chopsticks, spit out a mouthful of noodles that he had been holding for a long time, and said to himself resentfully: "It's so difficult!" eat!"

"Boss, here's a plate of sauced beef and a whole white-cut chicken, hurry up!" Ye Qianluo turned his head and started a small stove for himself.