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

After Ye Qianluo finished talking to himself, he found that everyone turned to him again. He scratched his head and looked at Mo Yuanbai: "I...wrong?"

"That's right. So..." Mo Yuanbai looked in the direction of 712, and then moved to Ye Qianluo, the meaning was self-evident.

"Me?" Ye Qianluo pointed to his nose and shook his head, "No, no, no, intern team members cannot go on missions alone."

"Captain Mo, let's go back first. The family members of the first three victims are here. There are not enough manpower. Sima is calling us. Yu Xiao, let's go! You go back and check their accounting records." Uncle Hua turned to Mo Yuanbai Nodding his head, he walked around Ye Qianluo, picked up the inspection box, greeted He Yuxiao and left.

"Send me the information of the 712 head of household...before you get out of the elevator!" Mo Yuanbai said to He Yuxiao coldly.

Before He Yuxiao could respond, he was dragged away by Uncle Hua. They met Sister Nan downstairs, and the three of them went back to the team in the same detective car, while Mo Yuanbai looked at Ye Qianluo like an idiot until the phone With a "ding", the message was sent.

Then, Ye Qianluo's cell phone vibrated, and he took it out to have a look, and He Yuxiao thoughtfully sent him a message of the owner of 712.

"Then what... the first time is new, the second time is acquaintance, don't we...have to take it slowly?" He quickly swipe the screen with his fingers, and he raised his head from the phone, smiling brightly, not at all misunderstood the meaning of the leader just now Awkward.

Mo Yuanbai took a look on the balcony, turned around and entered the door, then walked straight out of the door, with fast steps, ignoring the familiar pendant behind him.

"Bring the door." He threw a sentence behind him.

"Oh." The pendant followed out consciously, and obediently closed the door behind him.

Mo Yuanbai didn't take the elevator, he came up one floor from the upstairs, walked two quick steps and went up the stairs, the pendant's chant was in his ear, and his ears were buzzing: "It's a waste not to take the elevator... "

He turned his head abruptly, but Ye Qianluo closed his mouth and asked innocently, "Captain Mo... what's wrong?"

Mo Yuanbai felt that this pendant must have been sent by the heavens to take care of him because he was too comfortable to see him.

When the two arrived at the door of 712, Mo Yuanbai was about to extend his hand, but Ye Qianluo stepped forward to do it for him, and knocked on the door loudly.

The thick stainless steel anti-theft door probably has good sound insulation. After knocking for a long time, no one came to open it. When Ye Qianluo wanted to change his hand to knock again, a hand next to him raised up, stretched past his ear, and rang the doorbell.

Ye Qianluo: "..." His hands were swollen from knocking, and you didn't remind him?

Uh... so ruthless!He twisted his toes fiercely, as if he wanted to kill someone.

"Ding dong——" the doorbell rang through the anti-theft door. There was a communicator in the doorbell, and a woman's voice sounded: "Who are you looking for?"

Mo Yuanbai pushed Ye Qianluo away, took out the detective certificate, waved it in front of the cat, and said to the communicator: "Hi, detective team, there is a case related to your neighbor, I would like to ask you to cooperate with the investigation."

The door clicked open, and a woman standing by the door wearing an apron and holding a broom said nonchalantly, "What does my neighbor have to do with me?"

Mo Yuanbai looked up for a while, and matched the numbers with the information He Yuxiao sent him one by one.

Zhou Siping, 42 years old, is a housewife. She has an only son who is going to university in other places. Her husband is a middle school teacher. Being able to buy a house in this high-end apartment shows that the family is well off.

"Can we... go in and talk?" Mo Yuanbai looked around the room calmly.

Although the woman is in her 40s, she is well-maintained and has a slim figure. She looks like she is in her 30s. She is wearing home clothes, but she wears makeup and her hairstyle is not messy. A jade bracelet on her wrist is green and transparent.

She looked out the door, hesitated for a moment, and stepped aside, leading the way to the living room.

The floor of the living room was smooth and bright, like a mirror. Mo Yuanbai didn't bother the hostess to take off his shoes, but took out two pairs of shoe covers from his pocket, threw one pair to Ye Qianluo, and quickly put them on himself.

Seeing the two of them put on shoe covers at the door before coming in, Zhou Siping's complexion became better. She put down the broom, poured two glasses of water over, and pointed to the sofa in the living room: "Please sit down." Then she took off her apron and put to the kitchen.

Mo Yuanbai glanced at the person next to him. Ye Qianluo was empty-handed, without anything, and was staring at an oil painting on the sofa in a daze.

"Record!" Mo Yuanbai ordered in a deep voice, and the pendant hadn't realized it yet.

"I didn't bring a pen and paper..." Ye Qianluo recovered from the oil painting and spread his hands.

"Have you brought your mobile phone?"

"Bring it."

"Record it first, go back and write it down, and then make up the signature of the person involved. Didn't the police school teach you?"

Ye Qianluo: "..." Silently took out the phone, turned on the recording and got ready.

Mo Yuanbai, who was sitting next to him, saw out of the corner of his eye that the mobile phone was the latest American product and the most advanced in the team.

"You two, if you have any questions, just ask. But hurry up. I'm going to go shopping for vegetables. My husband likes to eat my cooking." Zhou Siping took off her apron, put on a light yellow dress, and sat down with them. On the sofa opposite.

"Excuse me, Ms. Zhou, have you met the neighbors in 611 downstairs?" Mo Yuanbai asked, and Ye Qianluo turned on the phone recording and put it on the coffee table.

"No, 611 is rented out. I haven't seen the tenant. The previous landlord has seen it once or twice." Zhou Siping lowered her head, clasped her hands on her knees, and was a little cautious.

"In the past few days, besides you and your husband, who else has been to your house?" Mo Yuanbai stared at Zhou Yiping and continued to ask.

"No one, my son went to study in other places, just me and my husband. Ah... Let me think about it. A few days ago, the sewage pipe on the balcony was blocked. I called a plumber to fix it once. Is it?" Zhou Siping raised her delicate face, thoughtful.

"Do you know it? Where is it called?"

"I don't know. The housekeeping service number I called was sent by the housekeeping company to fix it."

"Do you remember what the master looks like?"

"Well... tall and big, about 30 years old, his service is very good, and he will fix it in a while. I settled the bill with the housekeeping company, and I didn't pay him directly. I poured him water and didn't drink it."

"Can I go to your balcony to have a look?" Mo Yuanbai stood up as he spoke, and Ye Qianluo quickly picked up his phone and made a human body phone holder.

"Okay. I'll take you there." Zhou Ping finally stood up, stroked the hem of her skirt, and led them to the balcony.

Mo Yuanbai looked at the balcony, one side was changed into a laundry room with a sink and a washing machine, just like the living room, the balcony was cleaned very cleanly, and the smooth marble floor could print figures.

He pushed open the balcony window and looked down. The balcony of 611 happened to be slanted below. He stretched out his head to look, but there was no trace outside the railing.

"Okay, thank you Ms. Zhou for your cooperation. Let's go." Mo Yuanbai closed the window, turned to Ye Qianluo and said.

Zhou Siping walked the two of them to the door silently.

The two went out one after the other. When the hostess was about to close the door, Ye Qianluo turned around and asked, "Ms. Zhou, may I ask you, what hangs in your living room is the masterpiece "Sunrise on the Sea" by the famous Spanish oil painter Sassina. "Right? As far as I know, this painting sold for $2000 million at the Milan Art Exhibition."

Mo Yuanbai turned around and looked at Zhou Siping, only to see her laughing at herself, and glanced into the living room: "You have good eyesight! But, with my husband and I's financial ability, how can we afford authentic products? Is it a fake? Shall I take it down and show it to you? There is also the signature of the person who copied it on the back."

"Oh...my eyesight is dull. Then...Ms. Zhou interrupted you." Ye Qianluo smiled apologetically, and left with Mo Yuanbai.

"You still know how to paint?" Mo Yuanbai asked in the elevator.

He didn't decide what to call the pendant, so he just talked about it.

"Well, I know a little bit. Team Mo, tell me, is there a copyer's signature on the back of this painting?" Ye Qianluo raised his head and said.

In the elevator, the two of them were very close. Ye Qianluo turned his head and just looked into Mo Yuanbai's eyes.

Mo Yuanbai moved his toes slightly outward, turned his head away, and replied after a long time: "I didn't know if it was there just now, but it must be there now."

Ye Qianluo wanted to say something else, so he grabbed the small space where the two of them were alone, and the elevator reached the first floor. There were only seven floors in total, and it took only a few seconds.

Alas... so short... Ye Qianluo sighed in his heart.

In the car back, Mo Yuanbai was still driving, Ye Qianluo lost all desire to fight, stared at the light-colored birthmark on Mo Yuanbai's tiger's mouth, sat quietly on the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and Keep your hands on the handles on the top of the car doors so you don't get your ribs strangled by someone racing.

"That..." After driving for a while, Mo Yuanbai stared at the front, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the quiet pendant next to him.

"You can call me Xiao Luo or Qianye." Ye Qianluo took up the topic thoughtfully, to prevent the boss from being embarrassed, and then waited with great anticipation for the boss to discuss the case with him.

In fact, he likes Mo Yuanbai very much during the day, at least he still has the breath of a living person, while the Ming Judgment at night is too cold, there is no extra words.

"Luo Qianye, who gave you evil spirits on your ID card?" Mo Yuanbai said something that had nothing to do with the case.

"Ah?" Ye Qianluo couldn't turn his head around all of a sudden, he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and quickly calmed down, "Just... before I came, I spent money to do something in the ghost market..."

Mo Yuanbai withdrew his eyes from the corner of his eyes, and asked coldly, "Why?"

"The black certificate is a hundred years away..."

"Who posted it?"

"Thousand-faced Rasha."

"how much is it?"

"1 yuan Ming coins, equivalent to 1000 yuan."

"Just changed the black certificate? But I also felt the familiar evil spirit on the white certificate." Mo Yuanbai mercilessly exposed Ye Qianluo's lies.

"...Bai Zheng... Bai Zheng, I changed the photo! Who doesn't know that the ghostly look in the photo of the ID card in the world will damage my image of Yushu Linfeng!" Ye Qianluo thought of it, and immediately opened his mouth to talk nonsense.

"Is it?"

"Of course! You can go to the ghost market and ask Qianmian Luosha if I'm telling the truth." Ye Qianluo swore plausibly, anyway, Qianmian Luosha was sent by him to watch his cool car 24 hours a day in the parking lot. Maserati, no one knows where.

He stared at Mo Yuanbai's picturesque profile with a guilty conscience, swallowed quietly, and clutched the doorknob tightly.

Ming Judgment really lives up to its reputation...

Mo Yuanbai's face was sullen, and he stepped on the gas pedal suddenly.