Inheriting sky-high priced antique shops

Gan Leyi looked at the man who was kneeling on Zhou Xi's bed doing stretching exercises. He was wearing a nightgown, his collarbone and a small piece of chest were loosely exposed during his movements.

This has been brought back to sleep? ! ! !Actually brought it back? ! ! !

Is this before or after?Gan Leyi's big eyes showed great doubts.

Yang Pingan was bowing down beside the bed to look under the bed, when he raised his head, he met Shang Gan Leyi's puzzled and shocked eyes.

The two pairs of beautiful eyes are relatively speechless.

"This..." Yang Ping'an wanted to break the creepy silence, but he really didn't know where to approach it.

Zhou Xi's voice came from outside the bedroom: "Peace, I've finished washing, have you gone to the bedroom?"

As the footsteps approached, Xue Wuling appeared at the door of the bedroom, his soft face suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Gan Leyi: "Why are you at my house?"

It's fine for her temperament to change drastically, it's fine for her to come out suddenly, but she's still so fierce to him?Really, the kind of fierceness that wanted to kick him out immediately.

Gan Leyi got angry, and stabbed Yang Ping'an with a knife: "He asked me to come."

Yang Pingan:? ? ?

Gan Leyi raised his eyebrows, crossed his hands, and said arrogantly: "You don't believe it? He said he would ask me to help him investigate the antique dagger. Although you have a wider network than me, he seems to be a bit distrustful of you. I'm passing by to see you two."

Gan Leyi knew that he was talking nonsense, but he was a person who talked nonsense every day, but he never lied to Zhou Xi. Even if Zhou Xi was really confused by Yang Pingan, he should believe him a little when he said so.

It's a pity that he would not have thought that Zhou Xi was not Zhou Xi, but a dog licking named Xue Wuling.

Xue Wuling faced him, his expression and eyes didn't fluctuate at all, and he was still cold and malicious: "Go out."

Gan Leyi was hit on the head by these two words, and he felt like his ten-year friendship had been disillusioned. How could Zhou Xi treat him like this?

It was ridiculous, Gan Leyi stared at him, speechless at the absurdity.

After a long time, I asked, "Are you serious?"

If Zhou Xi dared to say it was true, he would immediately break off his relationship with him. If he was a friend or not, he would be defeated, this perverted bastard.

Xue Wuling didn't even raise his eyebrows, and lightly sent him a word in a straight and round voice: "Get lost."

"Okay, remember what you said!" Gan Leyi spoke loudly, gritted his teeth with hatred, turned his head and left in a hurry.

Yang Pingan looked at all this, didn't speak, and didn't even think about trying to stop it, anyway, it couldn't be stopped anyway.

The closet was out, and the friend offended and left.

Pray for Zhou Xi, and pray for yourself.

The extra people left, and in the space as far as the eye could see, the only person he could see was Ping An. Xue Wuling was very satisfied, his expression softened for a moment, and he walked to the bedside to look at him.

Yang Pingan looked at Xue Wuling's eyes, not intending to reveal any defensive weakness to make him feel that he could take advantage of it.

It's Yang Ping'an's last kindness to be able to hug him to sleep in this summer.

It was really hot. At this time, Yang Pingan began to nostalgia for when he was a ghost, and when he touched his skin, he said, "Let go, I'm sweating because of you."

Yang Pingan, who slept until midnight, began to crawl into Xue Wuling's arms. He drilled and drilled, knowing that there was something warm in front of him, but his back was cold while holding him, and his body was cold when he leaned his back against the front.

In the end, Yang Pingan woke himself up with a sneeze, and found that the whole house had turned into an ice cave. Xue Wuling turned down the temperature of the central air conditioner at some point.

Yang Pingan hugged his arm and pulled the air conditioner to wrap it up, feeling resentful in his heart.

This kills a thousand swords.

The next day Xue Wuling sneezed under Yang Pingan's cold gaze, and he caught a cold.

His throat was itchy, his nose was blocked, and his voice was three degrees lower.

In fact, there are also disadvantages in being a human being, that is, you will get sick.

Yang Pingan handed him the granule soaked in hot water: "Drink it, let's see if you can fix me next time."

"Ping An, how could I punish you..."

He just wanted Ping An to not dislike the high temperature in his embrace, but the temperature dropped too slowly at the beginning, so he immediately lowered the temperature to the lowest.

Before going to sleep, he admired the scene of Ping An curling up into his arms for a while, grabbing his collar and pressing his face against his chest, curling up and leaning his legs, muttering restlessly in his sleep, Eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Xue Wuling thought about it for a while, and felt that the cold was worth it.

How could Yang Pingan not know Xue Wuling's hateful love brain, thinking of being terribly cold last night, his body is still a little weak now.

After lunch at noon, Zhou Xi's assistant reported the progress of the search. The dagger had gone through several rounds, and at first it fell into the hands of a collector surnamed Zhang. The collector died within a month.

The words listed on the screen are impressively written.

Weak heart.

Then there is Lin Junxi, the youngest son of the Lin family, who showed off that he got an antique dagger, and later suffered from the same weak heart.

But he was found to have a weak heart in the middle of the journey. One of his friends firmly believed that he might die soon, so he was asked to go to the hospital for an examination. any problem.

According to Lin Junxi's friends, Lin Junxi also had a dispute with his friend. His friend threw his dagger in a rage and broke a piece of the dagger's scabbard. She felt that he was shameless, so she broke up with him.

About a week or two later, Lin Junxi drowned and died in the swimming pool due to heart failure while swimming.

Lin Junxi's family members went to his friend, and he suspected that it was the dagger.

When they went to Lin Junxi's residence to find the dagger, the dagger disappeared again.

After being out for eight years, this collection has become a veritable murder dagger.

Yang Ping'an was terrified and frightened, his heart was weak. Isn't he weak of heart now?Can't find any symptoms either.

And it disappeared after killing Lin Junxi, how could it disappear suddenly?Then it is more than just a dagger or a weapon spirit, it is already a monster that kills monsters.

"Safe?" Xue Wuling saw that he was staring at the words on the information, and his expression was very bad: "Don't be afraid, I am here, and I will help you find it."

Yang Ping'an focused on the two words.

Lu Hao, the friend who predicted Lin Junxi's death.

"We can meet him."

See you soon, but this Lu Hao has a temper. He said that he has to go to work and work overtime at night, so he can only meet up near the company for lunch in the afternoon, and the time is only half an hour.

When it came to things related to Lin Junxi, he didn't care at all, but his mood became worse, with an attitude that he didn't even want to give it for half an hour.

Xue Wuling wanted to beat him severely, but Ping An was talking to him so gently, how could he have such an attitude?

Xue Wuling sat beside him silently with a cold face.

Lu Hao is a programmer, dead and skinny, a little inquiring about how unlucky he is, he has been an orphan since he was a child, he has no parents and no brothers and sisters, it is said that he is very, very pessimistic, withdrawn and not talkative, and likes playing games the most. The game tinkers with the computer.

After searching for it, I can also find videos of Lu Hao playing games on the Internet during college. He signed a contract as an Internet anchor for a period of time, and after graduation, he focused on the work of programmers.

Lu Hao put down his phone and looked at the computer page again. The phone call just now did not affect his heart at all.

After typing out a string of codes with his slender ten fingers on the keyboard, the three words Lin Junxi flashed dully in his mind, and disappeared from consciousness for a moment, but brought out a wave of disgust.

It's been so long, I didn't expect to hear this name again.

The meeting was at the dinner table. Yang Pingan saw Lu Hao sitting opposite him, and saw that he was slovenly, wearing a loose T-shirt, big pants, and a pair of slippers. His hair was growing freely, and there was nothing wrong with it. Hairstyle, maybe no hairstyle is the most individual hairstyle?

The head curtain is just enough to expose the eyes, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, the bridge of the nose is high, and the appearance is not bad, but the temperament is too dark, and the words "I am very decadent" are plastered all over the body.

Lu Hao sat down, took off his chopsticks and began to eat, and threw three words: "You guys say." Then he picked up a chopsticks of shredded meat and stuffed it into his mouth, eating intently.

Yang Pingan saw that he was really annoyed by things related to Lin Junxi: "I want to know how you knew that Lin Junxi would die?"

Lu Hao's chewing speed slowed down, and he closed his lips tightly after swallowing. He probably couldn't eat anymore, so he put his chopsticks on the bowl: "Why do you ask this?"

"We are currently investigating the murder case of the antique dagger. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Yang Ping'an. I am the owner of an antique shop, and I am also in charge of forensic investigation of antique supernatural events."

Lu Hao was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that it was such a case to collect evidence, or a supernatural event to collect evidence. He reached out to pick up the chopsticks, and seemed to be meditating on the bottom of the bowl. After thinking for a while, he raised his head: "Do you believe that the dagger killed the person?"

"Of course, we are responsible for this kind of incident. We have enough reasons to believe that Gu Dong can kill people. After all, he is not just Gu Dong. Mr. Lu...should feel the same way, right?"

Listening to Yang Ping'an's words, Xue Wuling remained calm, and was taken aback in his heart. It turned out that Ping'an lied just like that, and if he was playing tricks, it turned out that he was also very good. Xue Wuling was a little guilty, thinking that he was a bad A villain with good intentions, pure white peace is entangled by him.

Now it seems that the situation is not necessarily like this. I have to be careful, and I can't be compared with Ping An.

But Ping An's serious look when he's lying is also very touching...

Lu Hao looked at Yang Ping'an with mocking eyes: "Of course I feel the same way, but what were you doing all those years ago? Lin Junxi has been dead for so many years. Is it meaningful for you to investigate how he died?! "After speaking, his emotions suddenly exploded, almost roaring.

Yang Pingan was stunned by Lu Hao's voice, and after regaining his composure, he said, "Don't you care about the truth?"

"So what about the truth? After investigating the truth, is your organization qualified to sentence people to death?"

The author has something to say: love brain Wuling and ruthless peace hahaha~