Himemoto's interpretation

The alcohol-smelling detective said he only took a sip, but he didn't believe it.

Xingqi really didn't believe it.

Now that the detective has given clear instructions, the assistant has no psychological burden and can even be said to be respectful rather than obedient.

Sniff the hair from the nose up, and sniff down the shoulders.The top two buttons of the shirt had just been undone, and half of it collapsed to the side of the neck, and the slight beating and undulation of the blood could be seen.

The smell of wine around here is thinner than in hair.

Xingqi lowered her head and sniffed the coat in her arms again, and leaned over to smell her chin—the detective straightened her waist and raised her chin at this moment, she was congenitally short, and couldn't reach the place where she could vent her breath.

strangeness.

The smell of wine was strong on the coat and hair, but very light on the breath.

So, the detective was drinking, but not as much as she thought?

The detective's throat rolled slightly, "Did you smell anything?"

Xingqi stepped back a little, looked at the detective's red ears and neck skin, and compared it with the memory from 3 minutes ago.

Just not so red.

"Let me smell it again."

Xingqi wanted to confirm again, but was pushed away by the detective covering her face with one hand.

"It's not a dog, what can you smell?"

"Orange peel, pine wood, sandalwood, wine." Xingqi counted, "Wine is a bit like grapes and mulberries, and sorghum."

The detective raised his eyebrows, stared at her for a while, pinched her nose, "It's a dog."

Xingqi freed a hand to push the detective away, the skin temperature of the tentacles was slightly higher, "You still said you didn't drink and drive?"

It's not over yet.

"My friend's wine cellar collapsed. I went to help them check the situation. It took a long time to soak in it, so it smelled a little bit, so I didn't drink it."

"Is that so." Xing Qi buried her face in her clothes and sniffled.

Soaking in a wine cellar is reasonable, but if you can smoke your clothes like this, maybe "soaking" is not a metaphor, but a state.

She muttered: "It's like soaking in a wine pool for 180 days."

"About four or five hundred bottles of white wine, red wine, real or fake foreign wine, it's considered a pool of wine."

Xia Libai turned his head to feel the smell attached to the clothes, and admitted that there was a reason for the assistant to hold on to the "drunk driving" because the smell of alcohol was quite strong.

"Skin absorption will also enter the blood. If I am stopped by the traffic police on the road, there is a high probability that I will be arrested. Also, I seem to have received a speeding ticket on the road. Remember to check the violation for me."

"Still speeding..."

Seeing the assistant's pale face for a moment, the detective smiled happily, "I'm going to take a shower, and after I've taken a nap, you wait downstairs to deliver the things, and call me when the things are delivered. Be sure to wake me up. I It’s easy to fall asleep when you’re drunk.”

drunk……

Up...

Xingqi stood there holding her clothes for a long time, feeling that the detective was very unreasonable.

Is it fun to joke about being detained?

Not fun.

So Zhai Liangzhi sent something and Xingqi didn't let him in at all, and took the folder from the crack of the door, refusing to be wretched—oh no, the client was outside the door.

After knocking on the bedroom door and waiting for the detective to respond, Xingqi opened the folder and found a crumpled piece of A4 paper in the plastic film. It was a handwritten sharing agreement. The wording is more like vernacular than official documents. The names of the five founders of Zhuzhisheng Studio are written in half a page, with fingerprints stamped on it.

After waiting for three or four minutes, Xingqi knocked on the door again when she couldn't hear any movement inside.

Speaking of which, she has been in the studio for so long, and usually stays on the first floor and the attic. In my impression, she never stayed on the second floor for more than 3 minutes.

On the second floor are the detective's bedroom, office, and two laboratories that make strange noises and smells.

Xingqi meticulously guards the three-point area that is temporarily her own. Every time she goes up and down the stairs and passes the second and third floors, she will speed up and never go too far.

Because she knew very well in her heart that this four-story villa was nominally the work place of Zhou Zhou's studio, but it was actually the detective's residence.

And the bedroom is the private territory that the detective will lock when he leaves the house.

There was still no response from inside, so Xingqi took out her mobile phone and called the detective.

The call came through, and the ringtone was vaguely heard, but the detective didn't answer.

Xingqi was a little flustered, and the panic at this moment was not the same as the panic when she learned about the nature of the detective's drunk driving.

Just now when Zhai Liangzhi came, Xingqi worriedly checked online "Whether exposure to alcohol for a long time will make you drunk". Some netizens said that if the alcohol content in the air is particularly high and the space is relatively closed, it will lead to drunkenness.

The wine cellar, wine and cellar, account for sufficient and necessary conditions.

It's not uncommon for drunk people to do anything. What if the detective is fast asleep and covers himself in a pillow?

Or did she pass out in the shower?

After accepting a few commissions from the detective, Xingqi found that her imagination also had a tendency to greatly expand.

Staring at the doorknob, Xingqi stopped her wild and terrifying guesses, and instead hesitated between twisting it to see if it was locked and twisting it all the way to open it.

She had a strong feeling that the door was almost unlocked.

"If you don't open the door again, I'll go in." Xingqi sent a voice message.

Then she counted to forty and took hold of the handle.

Only halfway through, the elastic force automatically opened the red-brown wooden door.

The room is dark and quiet, the soft sound of rain hitting the glass is similar to white noise, and there is a faint smell of soothing incense, which is very suitable for sleeping during the day.

Xingqi called "Detective" a few times, and when she got used to the light that was better than nothing, she saw that the quilt and pillows on the bed were neatly arranged, and there was no sign of someone sleeping.

"Detective? Detective Xia?"

In desperation, Xingqi didn't even remember to look for the light switch, so she ran to the window and opened the heavy curtains.

Turning around, I saw a dark shadow on the sofa in the corner.

She suddenly slowed down her breathing and stepped lightly, and tiptoed over.

The detective was lying sideways on the sofa, facing the window, with one hand hanging out of the sofa, and a few strands of hair hanging on his arms. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, but Xingqi could hear that she was not breathing properly. Like a stuffy nose.

Drunkenness symptoms seem to have a stuffy nose.

Xingqi knelt down on one knee and whispered, "Detective?"

no response.

Xingqi moved closer, and before she yelled a second time, a familiar fragrance hit her nose, completely replacing the strong smell of alcohol not long ago.

The smell of wine dissipated so quickly?

She dutifully carried out the task of calling|calling the bed into the detective's ear, during which she confirmed that the toiletries used by the detective and her were of the same series.

The detective remained motionless, only frowning slightly.

She really couldn't wake up.

Xingqi was at a loss what to do, the corner of her eye was dazzled by a piece of white.

The detective should have taken a shower before going to bed. He was only wearing a loose cotton shirt, with a shadow looming under the open neckline.

It turns out that detectives don't always maintain a rigorous dress style, Xingqi thought, and couldn't help but take another look, picked up the folder to block the eye-catching shadow at a glance, and looked at the sleeping man. The detective said: "Mr. Zhai has sent the documents."

Looking at the time, it was 3 minutes to five o'clock, which was still some time away from the six o'clock that the detective first agreed with Zhai Liangzhi.

After thinking about it, Xingqi went to the bed and took a blanket to cover the detective, then sat cross-legged next to the sofa, turned on the player on her phone, and went to the homepage to find "[Epic Soundtrack] Magnificent & Shocking Classic Melody" For the playlist, turn up the volume of the phone to the maximum, place it next to the detective's ear, and click to play.

She didn't want to call the detective again, she felt that it was not good, and the most important thing was that it didn't work.

If the loud and explosive background sound can't wake up the detective, then I'm afraid it's time to start.

The first song on the playlist is the game soundtrack. The orchestral music is soothing and melodious in the first 20 seconds, and the silence starts at 21 seconds. Xingqi looks at the screen suspiciously, suspecting that the broadcaster is a title party.

However, she was about to click on the next song, when a bass bass suddenly sounded from the speaker, followed by a drum kit with a strong rhythm, and a high-pitched soprano.

"what--"

The three kinds of timbre rushed out of the speaker, and Xingqi's heart stopped beating when the soprano sounded in the back.

The detective sat up abruptly, and with a wave of his hand, threw out the phone, which couldn't bear the shock and began to crack. The black square object drew an upward arc in the air.

Xing Qifei received it steadily, thinking: The epic soundtrack is called | the bed effect is outstanding, but we must pay attention to accidental property losses.

Then he touched the nose that was swept by the detective's fist and added one, and he had to be careful of additional damage.

The soprano's "Ah—" is endless, rising and falling with twists and turns.

In contrast, the detective's hoarse, angry "Shang Xingqi" was overshadowed.

The detective took the phone from Xingqi with a straight face, poked the screen several times to turn off the music.

Xingqi hurriedly handed the folder to the detective. Seeing that she was sullen, she didn't care about the phone, and moved one foot outward, "The mission is accomplished. I'll go down first. Call me if you need anything."

"stop!"

Xingqi stopped.

"look up."

Xingqi: "Huh?"

She raised her eyes symbolically, and then slipped from the tight lip line of the other party, not daring to look at the typical detective who got up angry.

The detective's collarbone fossa is really deep, a pair of flat and straight collarbones, probably deeply shocked by the explosive epic soundtrack, and the rise and fall of the chest is clearly followable.

Before I knew it, the collarbone was close in front of my eyes, but it was immediately blocked by the detective's outstretched palm.

Xingqi suddenly realized that she was staring at something she shouldn't be staring at. She shook her head, but before she could figure out how to explain it, she saw one or two bright red drops blooming on the detective's palm.

"..."

"..."

The author has something to say:

It may or may not be updated tomorrow, let me take it easy.

After Valentine's Day, there seems to be a lot of [biu] color waste in my mind.