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This feeling of almost heart palpitations is not unfamiliar to Ji Lin, but it is not familiar either.

Before that, he only appeared once in his 28 years of life——

Not long ago, Wen Dong used himself as bait to catch Han Yang at the risk of his life.

Wen Dong...

The word "simple" never crossed his lips and teeth, and Ji Lin closed his eyes slightly. It is extremely rare for him to be unprofessional, so he took out his mobile phone under the interrogation table and took a look.

As if it wasn't surprising, no one answered the phone call, and Wen Dong hasn't called back yet, not to mention calling back, not even sending a period.

Ji Lin rubbed the back of the phone with his thumb twice, and after a while, he put the phone back intact, and looked up at the person sitting opposite—the high-fit suspect named Zhao Zhou.

Zhao Zhou is short and thin, but it can be seen that he should be very concerned about his figure. The soles of his shoes are raised, and his suit has shoulder pads.

Sitting in the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Detachment at this time, facing Ji Lin and Tang Chu, two men with broad shoulders and long legs, Zhao Zhou probably was under a lot of psychological pressure, but he was trying to straighten his back, and his appearance looked a little funny.

Compared with Zhao Zhou's funny, Ji Lin's and Tang Chu's gestures are diametrically opposite, as if they have a well-thought-out plan.

"Tell me," Tang Chu raised his chin to Zhao Zhou with a cigarette in his mouth, and put on an open-minded appearance asking for advice, "You went to Fu Yan's house at 24 pm on the 5th, and the surveillance camera in the elevator caught you There was a full half an hour between the two times, I was very curious, when Fu Yan was not at home and only his nanny and aunt were at home, what were you doing at their house for so long?"

"It's like this," Zhao Zhou didn't seem to be asked, and he spoke smoothly and clearly, "I didn't go at the right time, and it happened that Xiao Fu was not at home, and his nanny was cooking in the kitchen , she asked me to wait in the living room first, saying that Mr. Fu was going back soon, so I sat in the living room and waited. Who knew that after waiting for nearly half an hour, the nanny came again and said Mr. Fu called her , the itinerary has changed and I can’t go home for dinner. I may come home very late. I have no choice but to leave first. Officer, I’m speechless if I sit at someone’s house for half an hour without waiting for anyone, okay? "

At the end, Zhao Zhou simply spread his hands towards Ji Lin and Tang Chu, looking completely helpless.

But Ji Lin and Tang Chu didn't take his words at all. Tang Chu took the cigarette butt from his mouth and sneered, and said mercilessly: "I haven't seen a person who didn't make an appointment with the master before the visit, Mr. Zhao. After working hard in the workplace for many years, is it possible that you don't even know the most basic rules of interpersonal communication?"

"I'm talking about this police officer," Zhao Zhou frowned and said with displeasure, "Is your question too aggressive? How do you know that I didn't make an appointment with Mr. Fu?"

While talking, he took out the phone from his pocket, unlocked it, tapped it twice, pushed it in front of Tang Chu, and motioned Tang Chu to look at his phone call records——

Contact: President Xiao Fu at 4:24 pm on April 16th;

Tang Chu tilted his head and glanced at Ji Lin, indicating that the call record was true, because they had retrieved Fu Yan's call record before, and there was indeed this call with Zhao Zhou.

"We made an appointment in person at the dinner before," Zhao Zhou continued unhurriedly, "I just went out to make this call, and I want to confirm with Mr. Fu again, officer, I think I have done a good job in interpersonal communication, what do you think?"

Zhao Zhou seemed to be quite righteous, and what he said sounded reasonable at first glance, but...

"What do I think?" Tang Chu sneered, and his tone suddenly increased, "I wonder if your brain can only make up this kind of reason. Since you have made an appointment with Fu Yan, Fu Yan is here Knowing that you went to his house, he temporarily changed the itinerary, so he asked their nanny to notify you and it was over? How could he stop calling you or at least send a message to express his apology and explain the situation? "

Fu Yan's call records and WeChat records are very clear. Except for the 28-second phone call, Fu Yan never had any contact with Zhao Zhou until his death.

Zhao Zhou's shoulders tensed for a moment, and his momentum unconsciously dropped by two points, but he still poked his neck and said, "Then how do I know why he stopped contacting me? Maybe he just doesn't like me and thinks I don't like me. Then you need to contact me personally to apologize and explain to me. Is there any problem? What I said is true, and his nanny did say that he won’t go home for dinner at night. If you don’t believe me, you can ask the nanny yourself!”

"Fu Yan is not that kind of person," Ji Lin, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth. He first stated in a calm tone, then turned to look into Zhao Zhou's eyes seriously, and said in a gentle voice, "Mr. Zhao, I believe you, It's true what you said."

Zhao Zhou was overjoyed, but the "joy" didn't last for half a second, and Ji Yan continued to speak slowly: "You played this low-level narration pretty well, and you really made an appointment at the previous dinner party." You are going to his house after leaving the house, and the call you made to him when you went out was indeed to reconfirm with him. Even when you were at his house, his nanny and aunt did tell you that Fu Yan I won't go home for dinner, but in fact, the time you really made an appointment is not the 24th, but a certain day after the 25th, and the reason why the nanny said that is because you asked her in advance Is Fu Yan not going home for dinner?"

The situation took a sudden turn, and the rhetoric that he thought was high-level was easily dismantled. Zhao Zhou stared at Ji Lin in a daze, his face gradually became stiff, and he didn't pick up the words for a while.

And Ji Lin didn't give him a chance to answer the conversation at all. After a short pause, Ji Lin continued the conversation again, but suddenly asked as if the preface didn't match the afterword: "When you went to Fu Yan's house, his family's What is the nanny doing?"

Zhao Zhou was obviously taken aback for another moment, and even Tang Chu was taken aback for a moment.

Ji Lin, what kind of strange question is this?

"I...I don't know," Zhao Zhou lowered his head after a while, as if casually said, "I didn't go into the kitchen to look."

"No," Ji Yan spit out a word, staring at Zhao Zhou's hair, and said word by word, "You know, you went to see, the nanny is not cooking dinner, but sobering up Tang, because Fu Yan didn't change his itinerary at all that day, his original itinerary was fixed and he wouldn't go home to eat;

For dinner, he specially asked the nanny to cook him hangover soup. "

Zhao Zhou raised his head suddenly, his gaze was fixed on Ji Lin's face, but before he could speak, the voice of Wan's forensic assistant rang out from the earphones of Ji Lin and Tang Chu at the same time, speaking quickly and hurriedly: "Tang sir , Mr. Ji, the autopsy results and physical evidence test results have come out. The cause of Fu Yan's death was nitrite poisoning, but another unknown substance was detected in his body. A small amount of nitrite and the An unknown substance remains!"

This sentence directly stunned Tang Chu. If he hadn't taken into account that the interrogation was still ongoing, Tang Chu would have asked directly, "What? Why is it still "unclear" after all the inspections?" "

And Ji Lin's expression was also stunned for a rare moment, he didn't know what he thought of, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

However, the changes seemed to happen in an instant. Before Ji Yan had time to think about it, the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

With a sudden jump in his heart, Ji Lin simply took off his earphones and stood up, taking out his phone and unlocking it to watch while striding out.

It was a message from Wen Dong, and it turned out to be a voice message.

This is the first time Wen Dong has sent a voice message to him.

Can't wait to connect the Bluetooth headset again, Ji Lin turned on the earpiece mode and stuck it to his ear.

Five seconds later, the voice ended, and Ji Lin's eyes seemed to have a raging storm.

-

In a room that is similar to a studio, the curtains are tightly closed to prevent any sunlight from leaking out. However, there is only a small dim light in the room, which is not bright, and the atmosphere of the entire room appears low and ambiguous.

There are two easels standing near the window sill, each with a piece of drawing paper, but the drawing paper is completely blank.

Beside the easel, Wen Dong, who was wearing a dark blue bathrobe, was holding a paintbrush in his hand, and was raising it towards the young man who was close at hand like a teaser.

The boy wore the simplest white T-shirt and black trousers, but it still made him green and tall.

"Quick," Wen Dong squinted his eyes halfway, his lips curled up, his hand that wasn't holding the pen reached for the young man's chest, he tapped his fingertips lightly, and his voice was soft and delicate, "lift up the hem of the T-shirt, I'll I want... I want you to make a drawing board for me."

The young man looked at Wen Dong, and for a moment the expression in his eyes seemed to be unpredictable, but in the end the young man remained silent, and obediently stretched out his hand to lift up the hem of his T-shirt, revealing his thin waist and abdomen that belonged only to young men.

The nib of the paintbrush in Wen Dong's hand, which was stained with dark blue paint, fell straight on the boy's bright abdomen.

The tip of the pen is fluffy and soft, and Wen Dong's strength is extremely light. When it landed on the skin, the young man trembled unconsciously.

"Itchy?" Wen Dong laughed, and suddenly he approached the young man, his lips were almost touching the young man's ear, but only close, the young man could clearly feel that Wen Dong's lips did not really touch.

In the next second, he heard Wen Dong ask softly, "Did I meet you somewhere?"

This was obviously a bad flirting remark, and Wen Dong's tone sounded extraordinarily ambiguous, but the young man's shoulders visibly tensed.

He didn't give an answer immediately, but pressed his lips tightly together, as if he was doing some kind of seesaw with himself.

After a very short but seemingly long two seconds, the boy finally opened his mouth, almost out of breath: "Brother, do you recognize me?"

Wen Dong paused for a moment as he tapped the paintbrush on the boy's waist. He raised his eyes to look into the boy's eyes. After a while, Wen Dong didn't answer directly, but said frankly: "It looks familiar."

"Brother," the boy called again in a breathy voice, and finally revealed his identity, "I'm Xiaoyi."

Little One... Little One!

Wen Dong's eyes were slightly rounded, and the memory of at least eight years suddenly came to mind at this moment, but the current actual situation and his own physical condition really made it difficult for Wen Dong to think carefully.

As Yin Hui said, he is very hot and excited now, and it is the result of Wen Dong's best effort to be able to maintain his sanity.

Wen Dong was dizzy and seemed to be in a trance, he sighed bluntly in a half-dream: "It's you! You have grown so big..."

Afterwards, without waiting for the young man to speak again, Wen Dong suddenly raised his free arm, gently wrapped it around the young man's neck, and whispered into his ear, "Xiao Yi, do you want to go out? Never come back again." Do you believe me or not?"

The young man nodded, sighed again, turned his head slightly to approach Wen Dong, and said in a breathy voice again: "Brother, it's not that easy, this room is equipped with a camera."

But Wen Dong didn't show the slightest surprise. He slowly moved up the brush, and drew another stroke on the boy's earlobe, and at the same time whispered in his ear and replied: "I guessed it a long time ago, just cooperate with me."

"But brother," the young man slightly tilted his head back, then looked down at Wen Dong's legs covered under the bathrobe, his tone was almost concerned, "Aren't you feeling bad? Actually, I can help brother."

The paintbrush in Wen Dong's hand was slightly stagnant, he closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and tried his best to be patient: "I said I didn't come here for this, do you believe it or not? I don't need you to help me, I just need you to listen to me and cooperate well , I can take you out."

But the young man looked at Wen Dong, he nodded, but still stubbornly replied: "I believe, but brother, can you let me solve it for you first, and then I will cooperate with you?"

Wen Dong clenched his paintbrush tightly. Under the influence of the drug, it was really difficult for him to maintain the same calmness and indifference as before.

Just as he was about to try to continue persuading him, he heard the boy's voice getting lower and lower, so low that he needed to listen carefully to distinguish: "Brother, I can't do well, and I will be punished."

Wen Dong's breath stagnates.

He knew it wasn't that easy.

It is not that easy to sell one's body and become a plaything of the rich.

And he hadn't seen the boy for eight years, and the goodbye was like this. It was also not so easy to gain the boy's trust.

Wen Dong fell silent for a while, he was still thinking about what to do to gain the trust of the young man, and he was also distracted thinking about whether Ji Lin could understand again the message he sent under Yin Hui's surveillance, which could be said to be vague And inexplicable voice.

But the young man seemed to take his silence as a default.

When Wen Dong came back to his senses, the young man had already squatted down in front of him, and lifted up the hem of his bathrobe with his hand!

Wen Dong was startled, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop it, but just as his palm touched the young man's forehead, the door of the room was smashed open from the outside!

The sudden accident stunned both Wen Dong and the young man, and they both looked towards the door of the room by coincidence——

Two figures appeared at the door of the room. Yin Hui was in front of him, his whole body was tense, and he had long lost his previous aura. Behind him, a man with deep eyebrows, broad shoulders and long legs was as fierce as a cold front out of his sheath. He was still holding a gun, and the cold muzzle of the gun directly hit the back of Yin Hui's head.

"Ji...Ji Meiren," Yin Hui's teeth were chattering, "Your ex... ex-boyfriend came to look for you."

Wen Dong: "..."

What a great time to come!

He met Ji Lin's eyes, and at that moment, an animal's instinctive sense of crisis rose from the bottom of his heart, and then quickly passed to the limbs and bones, and even the bones felt two points cold.

Wen Dong has never realized so clearly at a moment like this moment that Ji Lin might really eat him.

The author says:

Xiao Ji is going crazy.