Himemoto's interpretation

Quiet.

In recent years, Xingqi has not been afraid of the sudden quietness of the air. It took her a long time to practice the skill of reducing her sense of presence to zero—strange to say, the one with the largest area usually doesn't attract much attention.

It is not ruled out that there are people who are full of bad tastes especially for large bodies, but most people look away immediately out of politeness at most after a glance.

Rarely do people stare at one person specifically.

But at the moment, it's just her and the detective in the room.

Xingqi clearly felt where the detective was looking, but she didn't dare to look back, wondering what messed-up truths she would say under the detective's true gaze.

His eyes naturally fell on the detective's chest.

Only then did Xingqi notice that the detective was only wearing a light-colored silk shirt.

The room has heating, and the temperature is not low. The detective does not wear a bow tie like in the daytime. The collar of his shirt is slightly open, and the collarbone is straight and clear, and the shadow of the clavicle fossa is particularly deep and three-dimensional.

The more embarrassed I was to look back, the more I felt the weight of my gaze from above.

Xingqi's seconds felt like years, and she gave a dry cough, "Detective..."

Xia Libai came back to his senses, and flipped the sheet casually with his fingers, but he didn't expect the other party to hold it very firmly, and he couldn't see the pair of breasts that made the master talk about breast reduction surgery.

"Why did you choose this job?"

Is this back to the initial interview?

Xingqi scratched her head in distress, and slightly raised her head to look at the detective.

Her face was calmer than before, and her eyes fell elsewhere.

"Because..." Xingqi made a swallowing motion, telling the truth, "It's close to home."

From the small cubicle she rented to Lane 232, Tongshan Road, it only took 3 to [-] minutes to walk. It was the closest job advertisement she could find on the Internet.

"Oh." Xia Libai replied, "Then you will be disappointed."

"Eh?"

What does this mean!

Watching the detective leaving gracefully, Xingqi didn't regain sleep for a long time.

But the question of whether she is a thief and who is a thief is skipped for now.

Xingqi finally fell asleep, and a burst of crowing from far to near suddenly woke her up from her sleep.

The high-pitched and loud clucks continued continuously, showing extraordinary lung capacity. From the first sound to when Xingqi lifted the quilt and got out of bed and pulled the curtains, it lasted for a full 3 minutes.

It was still dark outside.

Xingqi shrank back into the bed with her slippers on, and fell asleep drowsily. The crowing of the rooster broke through the silence of dawn again.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but this time it's closer, as if it's downstairs.

Xingqi stared at the ceiling in a daze for 2 minutes. The rooster's stamina was astonishing, like a dedicated alarm clock that would never stop until it woke people up.

But it was only five o'clock in the morning.

Xingqi buried herself in the pillow and forced herself to fall asleep, but to no avail, she resigned herself to getting up, and while silently reciting 27 popular chicken recipes from a certain website, she rummaged through the closet.

Steamed, braised, stuffed with seasonings and stewed soup.

L code, XL code, XXL code.

Sister Su's arrangements were in place, thinking that everyone was dragged directly from the retest site to the final site, and did not give time to go back to get a change of clothes. In the wardrobe, there were one-size-fits-all underwear, thermal clothes, and a whole row of brightly colored clothes. sportswear.

Xingqi tried two sets, and the largest size was one size smaller than what she usually wears. Of course, she could wear it, but she looked thinner than her own, and she felt uncomfortable when she walked, as if she didn't wear it. Like pants, too bright.

She carried the dirty clothes down to the laundry room on the second floor, set the laundry mode according to the instructions, and then went downstairs to the kitchen.

Wash the rice and put it in the rice cooker, take out a box of steamed buns and steamed buns, take out half of them according to the amount for three people yesterday, and put them on the stove to thaw.

Almost at the same time as her preparations had just been completed, the cock began to crow for the third time.

It suddenly dawned.

The crowing rooster was standing on the rockery on the west side of the yard, with its head raised high, and the rooster crowed one after another, heading towards her room.

No wonder I always felt very close to her afterwards.

It will take a while for the rice cooker to cook the porridge. Xingqi came out of this maze-like antique building, came to the foot of the rockery, raised her head and bared her teeth at Mr. Xiongji.

Mr. Xiongji ignored her, and after finishing the string, he flew down with fluttering wings, and his movements were somewhat graceful.

Looking closely, this rooster is quite beautiful, with bright red and thick combs, and the feathers from the top of the head to the tail are almost perfect gradients from golden yellow to fiery red. The long feathers at the tail are dark blue, reflecting the sunlight and flowing purple .

Mr. Rooster walked past her with his head held high, turned to the other side of the rockery, and cooed a few times at a low volume that was quite in contrast to the crowing.

Xingqi followed curiously.

Suddenly saw the detective.

She is wearing a dark long trench coat today, the collar of a white shirt can be seen at the neckline, and she is still wearing a meticulous formal attire.

Just like this, he can go to the set casually and play the role of a cold and cool boss detective, but with a handful of corn kernels in his hand, he carefully feeds Mr. Rooster one by one.

"..."

Xingqi: "Morning detective."

Mr. Xiongji swallowed three corn kernels and tilted his head towards Xingqi, as if claiming greetings for the detective.

"...Good morning, Mr. Rooster."

The two beards under Mr. Xiongji's neck flicked, and he clucked twice.

Xingqi backed away, and was planning to go back as she came, but Mr. Xiongji stared at her intently, making her feel embarrassed to leave like this.

"It...is raised by you?" Xingqi laughed.

The detective on the opposite side raised his eyes and straightened up, "Husky."

"what?"

The detective came to Xingqi's side and handed her the remaining dozen or so corn kernels, and Xingqi hurriedly took them with both hands.

"You want me to feed it?" Xingqi held a dozen pieces of corn like holding a dozen pieces of charcoal, her palms burning hot.

"Hey, look."

When the detective spoke, Xingqi dared not refuse.She didn't dare to throw corn kernels to the rooster like the detective did—oh no, Mr. Husky, she squatted down, tried to keep the eye level with the husky, and even brought the corn to its mouth respectfully.

The husky rolled his eyes, stretched his neck, and slammed his beak as hard as a diamond towards the corn. It was so fast, Xingqi just thought "Oops, what to do if I pecked my hand", just retracted her hand, and found the corn kernels Taken away by a rooster.

"...God Chicken."

Xingqi picked up another one.

The husky still took it away with lightning speed, fast, accurate and steady, and the chicken's beak never touched a finger, let alone hurt anyone.

After three or two feeds, Xingqi looked up at the detective, "Are you still feeding?"

The detective grabbed a handful of corn from a box on the side, sprinkled it on the stone platform by the pond, and called "husky".

Mr Rooster bowed his noble head for food.

The detective then turned to Xingqi, "Is breakfast ready?"

"Yeah." Xingqi nodded, "I'm ready, but..."

But she wasn't counting detectives in her calculations.

The detective raised one eyebrow: "What?"

"No, it's nothing. I'll heat up the steamed buns. Do you want steamed buns or steamed buns?"

"sandwich."

……

Okay, you have a flat chest and you have the final say.

Shang Xingqi glanced at the detective's flat chest, thinking of the impressive collarbone for no reason, her heart warmed, and she went back to the kitchen willingly.

Yang Hongzhu was also there, facing the steaming rice cooker, with one hand hanging in the air, feeling the puffs of steam with curiosity.

"It's pretty hot."

He still had a strong western accent, but Xingqi sounded less down-to-earth than the day before. After thinking about it, she found an excuse to send him away, "Uncle, why don't you call Wu Zheng, dinner will be ready in a while."

Yang Hongzhu said "Success" and shuffled away from the kitchen.

Xingqi was stunned in front of the sink. On the day of the interview, his footsteps were very soft.

She was ashamed of herself for being suspicious.

However, I thought it was just a simple recruitment, but I didn't expect to find a Guanyin statue worth millions, and the purpose of the detective himself was to catch the thief...

For the four people who entered the final test, this test has another 20 grand prize at stake.

Xingqi didn't know if the detective had told the truth to others, and she didn't know why the detective told her that.

Too many questions came to her mind, and she quickly dispelled the inexplicable shame.

She washed her hands, found vacuum-packed lettuce, cucumbers, and eggs from the freezer, and was about to close the door when she saw bacon in the upper compartment, so she took them out too.

The porridge is still about ten minutes away. Xingqi boils the eggs first, washes the lettuce again, slices the cucumber, and fry the bacon in oil until half-cooked.

She looked out, but there was no sign of the detective.

When the steamed buns and steamed buns were heated in the microwave, I saw a dark color out of the corner of my eye.

The detective was in the dining room just outside the kitchen, sitting at the other end of the table, facing her, but not looking at her, looking at the vertical tablet on the right.

"Detective," Xingqi picked up a piece of bacon with tweezers, "Do you want bacon?"

"No."

"Oh, I can't wait to be our Detective Xia's babysitter to win your favor." Chen Xiaohua's greasy voice broke Xingqi's finally calm mood, "We detectives don't talk dark words. Is there any shady in this test? If there is a shady scene, I will leave now."

"I testify, yes." Wu Zheng's voice sounded immediately, "I saw detectives and Xingxing feeding chickens below in the morning. So, brother Chen, hurry up."

Chen Xiaohua's voice raised another octave: "Chicken, who raised the chicken? Damn I really want to chop it up, it's cooing before dawn, what a fart!"

Wu Zheng said with a smile: "Brother Chen, let's not talk about chickens first, just say, can you go or not?"

Chen Xiaohua opened the stool and sat down in front of the dining table, "As long as the detective tells me something accurate." He looked around the ceiling, pointed to the surveillance camera on the upper right and said, "Everyone testify, as long as the detective tells me there is something wrong, I will Go right now."

Wu Zheng laughed.

Yang Hongzhu entered the kitchen without making a sound, and murmured, "Xiao Shang, do you want to help?"

Xingqi had just finished serving two bowls of porridge, when she heard the words, she brought them to him, "Ah, Uncle Yang, help me serve the porridge, it's from you and Wu Zheng."

She could see clearly that Yang Hongzhu's thumb on the edge of the bowl was more or less immersed in the porridge.

Chen Xiaohua heard it and shouted: "Big breasted girl, don't you have mine?"

Xingqi ground her molars, took out the last bowl, and took it to the detective herself.

"I drink milk." The detective didn't lift his eyelids, "The third shelf in the fresh food section, help heat it up, thank you."

Xingqi nodded and said "OK", but she was very glad that she still had some to drink.

But Chen Xiaohua brought the bowl of porridge in front of her very rudely, and said to Xingqi: "Sister with big breasts, you can make another bowl yourself."

Xingqi pursed her lips and said nothing.

When she returned to the kitchen, Xia Libai got up and opened the window of the dining room.

Husky flapped its wings and flew high, easily crossed the window sill, flew onto the dining table, and slowly circled in front of Chen Xiaohua.

Chen Xiaohua tried to poke it with his chopsticks again and again, but Husky deftly avoided it.

Xingqi came back with a sandwich and bacon, first put the bacon in the center of the dining table, and then walked around behind Wu Zheng to deliver the sandwich to the detective.

Chen Xiaohua was the first to pick bacon.

Xia Libai tapped lightly on the table, the feathers on the husky's neck suddenly fluffed out, and with a lowered head, it quickly and accurately pecked at the back of Chen Xiaohua's hand.

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