never forget [criminal investigation]

Looking at each other, Xiang Hai was quickly defeated.

The rule of this childish game is that whoever laughs first loses.

"Brother Xing, you're still staring at me now that I'm like this." Xiang Hai stretched his hands by his sides, forming an angle of 15 degrees with his body.

Still laughing?Is this person out of his mind?

"Who stared at you?" Xing Yue knew he didn't stare at anyone.

"It's just the two of us here, who else could it be if you weren't staring at me?"

"I didn't stare at you."

"It's just the two of us here, who are you not glaring at me?" The logic is perfect.

Xiang Hai knew he wasn't staring at anyone.

The eyes staring out of the eye sockets are cold, thin and sharp, as sharp as weapons.But Xing Yue's eyes are hot, thick and complicated, but they are more difficult to parry than cold weapons.

So he took the initiative to admit his cowardice, and threw out a laughing emoji to divert Xing Yue's attention.

But the next moment he couldn't laugh anymore, because he saw Xing Yue started to take off his clothes.

Xiang Hai immediately became nervous, "Brother Xing, you, what are you doing?"

Ever since he arrived at the old director's house, he has never been topless in front of anyone, nor is he used to watching other men take off their shirts in front of him.Let alone Xing Yue's.

But Xing Yue didn't speak, just looked at him, and unbuttoned them one by one.

His eyes had no place to rest, so he could only turn around, like a monkey picking chestnuts from a fire, and would be burned if he stopped.

The last button was unbuttoned, and the light blue shirt left its owner with warmth.

It turned out that there was a white T-shirt inside the shirt.

Xiang Hai breathed a sigh of relief.

But faintly, what's the matter with being so disappointed?

Xing Yue carefully picked up his left hand, put the sleeve of the shirt lightly on his wrist, and wound it round and round until it covered the entire wrist and palm.Then he took his right hand and did the same thing, using the other sleeve to wrap around the palm of this hand.Finally, the two hands are fixed with the fabric of the front and back.

Xiang Hai's skin is very white, still glowing white under the dim moonlight, which makes the strangle marks on his wrist extraordinarily ferocious.There was also blood that filled the entire palm, although it was half dry, but Xing Yue still didn't dare to look at it carefully, feeling dizzy and feeling weightless in the heart.

Sick of blood?If it spreads out, it will probably be laughed into a cake.

There is almost no policeman who has not seen blood on his body, because this is a profession that must be accomplished by blood.

If the injury was on his body, Xing Yue probably wouldn't even bother to go to the hospital.Go home and wash it yourself, and then apply some potion and it will be over.

To say sorry to my father, if Xing Yiqing returned home with bloody hands, Xing Yue would not feel distressed in all likelihood, at most he would be surprised.Then I waited to hear Luo Meihua care for her husband in a cool way, "Hey, you're dying? It's not easy to be a flower protector, is it? Roses are beautiful, but they also prick your hands. I advise you to take it easy and don't be so enthusiastic."

But when facing Xiang Hai, everything is different.

Seeing Xing Yue ruining his shirt like this, Xiang Hai said, "Brother Xing, your shirt is light in color, you probably won't be able to wash it out after doing it like this."

Xing Yue didn't look up, and didn't stop, "I didn't intend to wash."

"Then how to do it?" Xiang Hai raised his eyes to look at him, and found that the pair of dark eyes were tightly blocked by eyelashes.

"Throw."

Xiang Hai frowned, the shirt was innocent.Throw away a good thing, it's too...

"It's too wasteful!"

"Then what do you think?" Xing Yue finally raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

Xiang Hai poked his probe, and pointed his chin towards the two fists wrapped like Doraemon, "I think the two sleeves are at most dyed to the lower half, and the upper part should be fine. The front chest and back are also fine."

"So?" Xing Yue couldn't guess what this person was thinking.

"So, don't throw it away. Make it up again, and it will be a perfect dress again."

"Reform?" Xing Yue licked his lips, "Why reform? Who reforms? I reform?" He felt that there might be more than one string missing in this person's mind.

"Of course it's me." Xiang Hai laughed.

Tch, the man stared again, but he wasn't afraid at all.Compared with the hot silence before, he is better at dealing with this set of dog tempers that come and go easily.

This made Xing Yue a little curious.He lit a cigarette, as if watching a play, "How do you reform? Tell me."

Xiang Hai stared at the cigarette in his hand, "Give me one too."

Xing Yue took out another one and put it into his mouth, lighting it for him.

Xiang Hai raised his head and took a deep breath.Xing Yue helped him remove the cigarette again.

The smoke wafted in the night wind, and Xiang Hai said seriously, "It's very simple. Just cut off the blood-stained sleeves and deal with the raw edges. Isn't it just a short-sleeved shirt? Can you wear it as it is?" ?”

Xing Yue squinted at him, making sure that this man was really not joking.

"Then what if it's stained here too?" Xing Yue pointed to the position of his arm under his shoulder.

Xiang Hai sniffed, "Then cut off the sleeves. The rest can be worn under a winter sweater, where the collar can be exposed."

Xing Yue could tell that this was absolutely nonsense.

He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, the period of distress hadn't passed yet.But he couldn't help asking, "What if the collar is also dyed?"

Xiang Hai immediately lowered his head, his shoulders were shaking non-stop.It took a long time to raise his face, his face flushed slightly, "That collar was cut too!"

"Just a gown left?" Xing Yue felt that he couldn't bear it any longer, "What's the use?"

Xiang Hai's face turned even redder, and he took a sharp breath, "Keep it, I'll wear it when you're arguing!"

After speaking, he couldn't hold back any longer, and bent down laughing.

"Fuck." Xing Yue also broke his power in an instant, laughing so hard that he almost fell to the ground.

Laughing alone, it is easy to retract freely.Smiling and laughing, I lost my energy, so I stopped naturally.But two people will resonate, one gourd and one scoop, one after another.Even the original point of laughter is irrelevant, as long as there is a hint of a smile in one person's breath, it will immediately become another person's new joke.

Just like that, the two of them stood on the dark roof, leaning back and laughing for 2 minutes.

are you crazy!Can you still do something serious?

"Fuck! Don't fucking laugh." Xing Yue pressed the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, picked up the cigarette, and put Xiang Hai's one into his mouth again.

Xiang Hai also took a puff and blew the smoke into the night sky.

So happy!He felt like he hadn't laughed so heartily in a long time.

"Let's go to the hospital." Xing Yue took the cigarette back and stretched out his hand to grab the shirt-wrapped fist.

"Hiss!" Without paying attention, Xiang Hai took a deep breath through his teeth.

Xing Yue let go of his hand like an electric shock.

A burst of laughter numbs his mood, making him forget that Xiang Hai's hand is still hurting.

So he was quiet again.

Xiang Hai grinned secretly, why couldn't he hold back?After finally diverting Xing Yue's burst of emotions, it seems to be back to the original point now.

"Brother Xing, didn't you just say, do you have any questions to ask me, what's the question?" Xiang Hai said, walking towards the door by himself.

Xing Yue could only follow.

Seeing that he was about to reach the door, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Just ask this?" Xiang Hai turned to look at him.

"if not?"

Again!

Xiang Hai cried out, "It hurts! It hurts! Ouch, it hurts! Fuck it."

Staring at him, Xing Yue suddenly felt that he really wanted to beat him up.

So he stuffed the remaining half of the cigarette into his mouth, "Have it yourself." Then he walked over and opened the door for him.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Xiang Hai cheerfully stepped into the corridor, and the door closed behind Xing Yue.The voice-activated lights on the seventh floor lit up.

Xiang Hai went down the stairs with his head down.Without the cooperation of both hands, the center of gravity is somewhat floating when walking, so I can only pay special attention to the drop under my feet.

After going down a few steps, he suddenly stopped, "Fuck me?"

Xing Yue walked over and saw that half of the cigarette fell on the ground.

Xiang Hai raised his head and looked at him, hesitated to speak, his eyes were half embarrassed and half unbelievable.Then he looked down at himself, and then up at him.

Xing Yue understood, and raised his eyebrows, "Did you find it?"

Xiang Hai's face turned red, "Brother Xing, tell me if you saw it!"

The siren, badge, and pockets on his chest are all gone.

"What are you telling me?" Seeing him like that, Xing Yue felt inexplicably relieved.

"I'm wearing my clothes backwards."

"Oh," Xing Yue reached out and tugged at the collar he had turned in, when the voice control light went off.

He withdrew his hand, coughed, and the light came on again.

"I thought you did it on purpose, just to dress up. Who knows what you young people are thinking, we don't understand, and we dare not ask."

Tsk, this man really holds a grudge!

Xiang Hai rolled his eyes at him, then looked down at himself, feeling funny again.

He moved his shoulders, rubbed his neck, and smiled, "I said, why can't you fasten the button for a long time..."

Xing Yue ignored him, went around and continued downstairs.

"Hey Brother Xing," Xiang Hai called him, lifting his shirt fist up.

"Why?" Xing Yue turned around.

"Then what, you untie it for me first, and I will turn the clothes over."

"...be patient!"

"No, that's ugly. Don't you embarrass our police force?"

"You are blind, no one is looking at you."

Look at his haircut.

Xiang Hai wrinkled his face, "That won't work, it's too much grinding."

Xing Yue came back again and stood opposite him, "It's been almost two hours, and I haven't heard you say it's hard."

Xiang Hai couldn't help laughing again, "I don't feel uncomfortable if I don't find it, but I know it, it's really exhausting." He raised his shirt fist again.

The lights went out again.

After all this, Xing Yue groped in the dark to untie the shirt, and wrapped it around Xiang Hai's hands inch by inch.

No one made a sound, and the voice-activated light remained dark.Xing Yue did not faint this time.

But then he made trouble for Xiang Hai again, how should he turn over the clothes?With whose hands?

He wanted to help Xiang Hai, but he didn't want to.I hope that Xiang Hai will ask him for help, but I am also afraid of asking him for help.I am worried that I will embarrass Xiang Hai by thinking too much, and I am also afraid that Xiang Hai does not want him to be embarrassed, so I endure my embarrassment and say nothing...

My mother, this series of contradictions that are both opposite and unified is as complicated as a Russian nesting doll.

"Brother Xing," Xiang Hai said cautiously, "Well, why don't you wait for me downstairs?" He was afraid of waking up the voice-activated lights.

"Okay." Xing Yue agreed without saying a word, turned around and left.

In the darkness, the two secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Xing Yue agreed so quickly, Xiang Hai felt unexpectedly relaxed.

His situation is different from Xing Yue's.He was in a hurry when he went out, because the inside of his police uniform was hollow.Even with the lights in the dark, it would be awkward.

Hearing the sound of Xing Yue's footsteps getting farther and farther away, he raised two fingers and began to unbutton his shirt with a grin.

Xing Yue went downstairs with light steps, successfully avoiding every voice-activated light.When approaching the first floor, when I looked up, it was still pitch black.

After leaving the dark corridor, he put his shirt on his shoulders, facing the wind, and lit another cigarette.

The thrilling midnight field has been exhausted, and the stands are empty.We can only guess from the mineral water bottles, beer cans left at the scene, and a piece of green belt that was flattened by the building, that the audience should have had a good time.

What's on the ground over there?a slipper?And half a belt?

This day is over or what?

Xing Yue sat down on the doorstep, the night breeze was cool, but beads of sweat rolled on his forehead.

The cold sweat that had accumulated for a long time dared to break out at this time, and it trickled down in strands along the temples, chin, and back in waves.

Until now, he dare not recall the scene just now, he is very afraid.

If both of them were not policemen, he would probably give Xiang Hai a hard kick in the ass, and then scold him, "Are you f*cking heartless?"

Isn't it short-sighted for one person to resist two free-falling adults?

Although Xiang Hai is quite tall and has good physical fitness, his small body doesn't look like much flesh.How much does a palm-sized face and long and thin legs weigh?

Li Dongxing and Wang Xia are adults no matter how hard they are.Two people fell down in a string, one terrified and the other desperate.

How much power would such two people have?Enough to pull the third person into the abyss too.

If he had been one step slower at that time, if the two of them had struggled desperately, if the rope wrapped around Xiang Hai's wrist had been tied in a dead knot... Xing Yue really didn't dare to think about it.He is afraid.

But as a policeman, I can't say anything.As long as he is wearing that uniform, even if he is wearing it backwards, Xiang Hai should be responsible for everything he does.If the two switched places, he would do the same.

But he can do this by himself, but Xiang Hai can't accept it if he does it.

After all, these words can only be rotten in my heart, no matter what my position or identity is, I can't say them out.

But fortunately, everything is in the past, if those things didn't happen.The person he missed was still there.

Footsteps came from behind, getting closer.Before Xing Yue could turn his head, that person started calling him, "Brother Xing!"

Xing Yue stood up and watched Xiang Hai walking out of the dark doorway with his hair still bared and 015633 hanging on his chest.

Xiang Hai's voice is nice, moist and mellow, with a little youthful air.Every time this voice called him "Brother Xing", Xing Yue felt that the dark clouds all over the sky had dispersed.

Xiang Hai walked up to him in three or two steps, smiled and passed his hands, palms down, "Come on, tie me up!"