never forget [criminal investigation]

Tonight is doomed to sleepless.

Xing Yue took a taxi, first sent Fang Qiao home, who was like a dead dog, and then knocked and beaten, finally got the key to his new home.

During the period, I contacted Qin Peng again and told him about going to the airport with Zhang Xiaowei to watch Li Zhen's father tomorrow.In the end, I found another moving company and made an appointment to move things at [-] o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

When I got home, I started packing my things non-stop.

He didn't plan to bring anything with him at first, but after looking at the photos Fang Qiao sent him of his new home, the inside was completely naked, like a crime scene that had been carefully cleaned up, and there was no toilet paper left.So I had to make a temporary decision to move the bed, sofa, and various home appliances.

Packing can be a chore, especially after a long day.

Long night, no time to sleep.Xing Yue propped up an entire assembly line by himself.

Open an empty cardboard box, stuff things in one by one, close the box, snap the tape, and seal the box.Next.

Tsk, it takes so many things to set up a whole house?Or is it possible to turn an empty house into a home with these things?Which came first, the egg or the chicken?

Also, what the hell are these things?

Unpacked home food processor?A brand new set of "Daily Delicious - Selected 365 Home Cooking Dishes"?A thick photo album with a sense of age, but not a single photo in it?And a mahjong set? ?

These weird things have been quietly lurking beside him for several years.horrible.

It seems that there are quite a lot of useless things in this room.

Since it is redundant, why does it still appear in this home?Did you find out you didn't like it when you brought it back?Or do they exist for the purpose of injecting some breath into this lifeless home at a certain moment?

Throw, throw, throw it all away!Extra things should not exist!

Xing Yue kicked the cardboard box aside, fell onto the sofa, and blocked the glare of the light with his arms.

Fuck it and don't move!I love it!

I'm just a fucking dog, and I'm kicked out when I say I'm kicked out.What kind of house do you want to rent, and you will live in a fucking cardboard box from now on!

But these harsh words are meaningless, because there is no one around him who argues with him.So he lay down for a while, Xing Yue rubbed his face, got up again and continued to work.

I am about to bid farewell to this home where I have lived alone for ten years. I can’t say that there is no emotion, but there are not many.

Live here or live there, but it's all one house.Buying or renting, but they all put a bed.Open kitchen or closed kitchen, that is, cooking a pack of instant noodles.Whether it is a single-door refrigerator or a double-door refrigerator, the bread inside should grow hair or will grow hair.

Xing Yue put down his mobile phone and continued the assembly line.

Xiang Hai insisted on sending Wang Duo back first, and then returned to his home.

After taking a shower, I lay on the bed, took my phone, and started to read and reply to messages.

Most of the messages are urging him to update.Some were questions from his previous shows, and some were consultations with him.

After replying to these messages, he opened WeChat.Many red numbers popped up again.

After finishing all this, I opened the circle of friends again.

Xiang Hai doesn't have many friends in life, except for a few classmates in the police academy, and now colleagues in the police station.

He can't say whether they are friends or not, but it doesn't feel like the relationship between "Four Strings of Kidneys" and Xing Yue.

But he has many, many friends on WeChat.

I saw that Wang Duo posted a Moments, it was a selfie looking cool against the light, and the text on it was: I want to be a policeman a little bit.

Xiang Hai smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

Fingers continue to slide down.Suddenly, Xing Yue's profile picture unexpectedly appeared on the colorful screen.

Click on the photo sent by Xing Yue, inside is a "concave" shaped cardboard box, like being hit by an iron fist.The background should be the balcony, and beyond the balcony is midnight with all the lights turned off.

There is no text added to the picture, only an emoji that expresses a smile.

"So irritable." Xiang Hai smiled at the screen.Looking at the changed smile, Xing Yue's expression when he split the paper box seemed to be in front of him.

I glanced at the time in that circle of friends, it was an hour ago, and it was already 12:30 in the morning.

"He doesn't intend to sleep." Xiang Hai speculated.

He expressed that he couldn't understand Xing Yue's behavior of packing things up the night before moving tomorrow.It's as if the move was decided on the spur of the moment over dinner.

Looking at the slightly blurred background in the photo, I feel that the balcony of Xingyue's house is very big, and there is no such big balcony here in Huaxin Park.I don't know why he suddenly moved.

Did you move out from home and live with your girlfriend, or... broke up with your girlfriend and got kicked out?

Didn't you say you don't have a girlfriend...

Xiang Hai rubbed his eyes, convinced of his divergent thinking.It's none of your business to move because of what?

However, out of uncontrollable curiosity, he clicked on Xing Yue's circle of friends next.It's like opening a door to a new world.

Xing Yue's last update was last year, at 12:31 pm on December 11st.

It was a blurry photo.The background is dark and the foreground appears bright.You can see frantic snowflakes with afterimages in the car lampposts, and a high-speed sign that hurriedly passed the camera like a thief, "Dongjiang 293km".

The text on the photo reads: Happy New Year.

Going forward, another half a year has passed.That was a forwarded message.

The content is that Hu Guangyu, a Ph.D. in psychology from Peking University, published an article on criminal psychology research in a foreign journal that seemed to be quite powerful, and was highly praised by many colleagues.

Xing Yue added a comment of "Old Hu is awesome!" to this WeChat, along with a whole row of thumbs up emojis.

Is this his classmate?Xiang Hai pursed the corners of his mouth, looking a little envious, "He can't be a graduate of Peking University..."

Then scrolling up, the time went back more than three months.

This one Xing Yue posted was a photo of a birthday cake with a lot of candles inserted in a mess, and the shooting angle was also very perfunctory.

In the background are computer screens, cups, folders, handcuffs, and several lunch boxes on a table in the distance.There were many people beside him who seemed to be applauding, but none of their faces were photographed, and the photos disappeared when they reached their chests.

In this photo, he wrote "thank you" with a shy blushing expression.

Xiang Hai noticed the date, April 2016, 4.

"So it's Aries..." He laughed again, "No wonder you're so irritable."

However, on this day this year, why is there no cake?

Xiang Hai was actually a little sleepy at this time, but he still couldn't help turning forward.Fortunately, Xing Yue's updates are very few, basically on a quarterly basis.

Going forward, it seems to be the time of Chinese New Year.

In the photo, several men are gesturing around a table of broken seats, all of them are blushing, or squinting, with a sluggish expression, obviously drunk.

One of them looked familiar, and it was Comrade Si Chuan Da Yao Zi.The man was pointing at the camera and laughing, not knowing what he was laughing at.

There is no Xing Yue in this photo, he just painted a wave of presence in the text:

Come and see them all!This gang of scum of society is a stumbling block to human progress.Some people eat one meal a day, some people eat one fucking meal all day.I wish you all a happy new year!You are happy, that's how you are!

Xiang Hai laughed so hard that he almost dropped his phone on his face.

So he simply sat up and leaned against the head of the bed with his legs crossed.

He can draw a conclusion from this photo, that is, "four strings of kidneys" is definitely not a policeman.

Turning forward a few more screens, the time has spanned several years.

Suddenly, Xiang Hai's finger stopped on a frontal photo of Xing Yue.

This photo is his profile picture.

Although the photo only captured the shoulders, Xiang Hai's heart skipped a beat for Xing Yue's straight uniform, straight police cap, and the two eyes under the brim that seemed to be able to penetrate the screen.

His sight was so firmly grasped by the screen that he almost forgot to breathe.

After a while, I took a deep breath, and then I noticed the four words on the photo: always loyal.

Xiang Hai originally thought that Xing Yue was not very photogenic, because he was much more handsome than his avatar.

In the photo of the head portrait, there is too much seriousness, the arrogant eyes, and the slightly raised chin, which to some extent obliterates some of his handsomeness.

At least it's not as good-looking as when you're smiling by your side.

But when he saw this "forever loyal" uniform photo, he was inexplicably attracted.

Although he himself wears a uniform, he also has a passport photo.But Xing Yue's...how should I put it?Different, very different.

It seems that he was born for this dark blue.

Xiang Hai stared at it for a long time, and couldn't help but touch it lightly with his fingers, and the photo on the screen immediately returned to its original size.

When the sky brightened, Xing Yue finally finished cleaning up.

He felt that he was going blind, his brain was numb, and all physiological indicators were dull.

He plunged into the sofa and fell asleep in less than a second.

I slept until eleven o'clock.He got up dizzy, took a shower, took the helmet and went out.

Because of Fang Qiao's disturbance yesterday, he was unable to see his mother, so he has to make up for it today.

The frequency of their mother-child reunion is probably maintained at one or two times a week, and the specific one or two depends on how much time Xing Yue can spare.But even if he is free every day, this frequency will not change.Even if it is capped twice.

In addition to the limit on the number of times, the time to visit Ms. Luo Meihua also needs to be strictly controlled.

Take today as an example, Xing Yue will be stuck in the gap between her lunch and before her lunch break.

It's early, and you have to face the problem of "I didn't prepare your meal, why didn't you say hello in advance".It's late, so just don't go.Ms. Luo Meihua's nap time cannot be disturbed.

Xing Yue ate at McDonald's downstairs, then sat there and called Lao Qin, and learned that he and Zhang Xiaowei were already waiting at the airport.

I looked at the time, it was eleven fifty.Almost ready to go.

Xing Yue's current home is not far from his mother's home, and it only takes about 10 minutes to ride a motorcycle.

Speaking of my mother's home, that is, the place where the three of them lived briefly as a family, it is quite mysterious.

It was a heavily guarded, but beautiful environment, quite quiet residential area, next to the provincial government.

There are many independent two-story buildings in the residential area, and there are also some four-story low buildings that can accommodate eight families.

Xing Yue's former home was on the third floor of a low building.He still remembers that his neighbor was a deputy director of the Provincial Department of Communications.

The reason why I say Xuanmiao is because my father is no longer there.Not only is he not in office, but he is not alive anymore.

It stands to reason that people should leave the tea to cool down, and people should go to the empty building.But until today, no one has asked my mother to vacate the house or move out of the compound completely.

But it would be great if I didn't mention it, because even if I mention it, my mother will never leave.

Ms. Luo Meihua's original words were: "I see who dares to push me away? After bullying our old Xing, you still want to bully me? As long as I stand, no one wants me to leave. Unless I lie down, pull me away. La Before I leave, my blood will be sprayed on the gates of your houses one by one!"

Listen, how terrible!With this quality, she still calls herself the deputy director's wife.

Even though he was not used to seeing his mother in various ways, Xing Yue was absolutely convinced of this point.He can't even kill him.

Since his father left, he hasn't stayed in this house for a night.

It's not that he thinks the name is unfair, but that he doesn't like those neighbors who he hasn't even said hello to, and they look at him like a lone wolf running out of a zoo.

Seeing him want to blow his hair!Want to hit someone!

But mom doesn't care.Watch it, whoever wants to watch it.Whoever looks at me, I will show them back.

My mother is not a wolf, but a mechanical warrior with no emotion.

Xing Yue attributed the reason for his mother's behavior to a huge psychological gap in a short period of time and a long-term lack of emotion.

In other words, she suddenly changed from an elegant lady to an elegant widow.

And my dead ghost husband, dying, was also labeled as a huge amount of property with unknown sources, an umbrella of evil forces, and using his power to have improper relationships with many women.

She doesn't care whether it's wealth or not, or whether it's safe or not.Is it improper to have a relationship between a man and a woman? ?Or more than one? ? ?

Xing Yue felt that the stimulating point that led to the intensification of his mother's behavior was probably here.

So after this messy thing was done, the final result was that my mother still remained elegant and lived alone in this spacious big house.

And Xing Yue is willing to live in the house that was just sold by his mother.

This kind of result is somehow the best arrangement.

Mom doesn't have to watch Xing Yue dangle in front of her eyes, and Xing Yue doesn't have to feel the low pressure of his mother all the year round.Everyone is safe and well.

When they arrived at the security guard at the gate of the compound, even though Xing Yue and his car were registered in their system, they were inevitably interrogated.

After the guard checked his face and the photo on his ID back and forth, he was let in.

This is one of the reasons why he is reluctant to come back often.

When he came to the door of the familiar small building, Xing Yue took out his access control card and swiped the door.After walking slowly to the third floor, he took out another access control card and swiped open the door of Room 301.

After entering the room and changing into slippers, he saw that in the spacious and bright living room, Luo Meihua was sitting gracefully on a comfortable single sofa, holding a book in one hand and a nice teacup in the other, enjoying the afternoon sun leisurely.

Hearing the movement at the door, Luo Meihua put down her book, and without getting up, she raised her head and greeted the door, "Xing Yue is here."

Xing Yue also responded with "Mom."

Even if the two of them met face to face this round.

Xing Yue has no nickname in this family.I remember that when I was very young, my father once called him Xiaoyue.Later, when I got older, my father and mother called him Xing Yue together.

This made Xing Yue always feel like he was a guest at this home, or a child who was fostered here by some relative.

Later, when my father died, I didn't go home very often.Every time I came back, my mother just said "Xing Yue is here", never heard her say "Xing Yue is back".

Although it was only a word difference, but from what Xing Yue heard, he knew that this was a place he could come to, but not a place he could return to.

"Have you eaten?" Luo Meihua's eyes returned to the book.

"Eat. Mom, have you eaten?" Xing Yue chatted according to the fixed routine.

"Well, I ate it."

"Aunt Du is gone?"

"Well, let's go."

Aunt Du is a housekeeper who cooks for Luo Meihua here all the year round.The daily work is to buy vegetables, cook two meals, and clean up the house.

Xing Yue sat on the sofa opposite, tilted his back, and began to look at his phone.

After living together in harmony for a while, Luo Meihua asked him, "How is the house being cleaned up? Can the move be finished next week?"

"Yeah." Xing Yue kept looking at the phone without raising his eyes, "I'll be free this afternoon."

Luo Meihua paused for a while, "Xing Yue, your part of the money..."

"Mom," Xing Yue raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, "You can keep the money, I don't need it either."

Luo Meihua didn't speak, and seeing Xing Yue lowered his eyes to play with his phone again, he picked up the book again.

After talking quietly like this for about half an hour, it was almost time for Luo Meihua's lunch break, and Xing Yue's filial piety was exhausted today.

He tactfully got up from the sofa, and told his mother to pay attention to his body as if reciting a text, and called him if there was anything to do, and then left the house.