Reborn as a handsome young master

"Okay, okay, I've seen you press 999, pretty Chinese boy, I just want to make friends with you, there is no malice." Luke spread his hands and explained with some breakdown.

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Cheng Yanxiao clenched the phone tightly, his fingertips resting on the dial button, he seemed a little hesitant: "I would like to trust you, Luke, but your reservation scares me."

"No, no, us? Huang Qi begged for Mei's milk to reach Po." His eyes lingered on Cheng Yanxiao's face and the phone?

As Cheng Yanxiao placed his finger on the dial key lower and lower.After finally showing the call out sign, Luke was defeated with a howl. "Hurry up, hang up! Oh!" He confided helplessly, "Okay, okay, my father is that useless FBI. I found out all this by peeking at his computer. Hang up! God, I don't want to be locked in my room by my father because of this."

Cheng Yanxiao: "..."

"I'm sorry, I was too nervous." Cheng Yanxiao handed over Hejie's olive branch at the right time, "My mobile phone is still a domestic card, so dialing 999 will not affect you."

Luke glanced at his screen until he confirmed that what he said was true, then he showed a reborn expression, and couldn't help saying: "If you work in the financial industry, you will definitely be able to stand at the top of the pyramid in the future. Because your lies are so reality."

"I hope so." Cheng Yanxiao accepted the 'reward' with a smile.Quickly swipe your fingertips into the photo you just took, "Could you trouble me to point out the 'poor thing' in your mouth?"

……

Cheng Yanxiao gained a lot from this conversation. After driving the car back to the dog park to meet Jiang Xiaojun, he was taken home by the latter with a cold face.

Jiang Xiaojun sat on the sofa facing him, his resolute face was gloomy, and he said angrily, "You have lost my trust."

"I'm sorry." Cheng Yanxiao sat opposite him, lowered his posture and admitted his mistake, "I just want to understand the situation, if possible... Well, you know, after all, this happened around us, so..."

He silently closed his mouth amidst Jiang Xiaojun's increasingly gloomy face.so what?Tell Jiang Xiaojun that he has a sense of mission in his bones, so that he can't help but want to bring the criminal to justice in a foreign country?

Luckily Jiang Xiaojun doesn't need his 'so'

"You can only stay at home for the past few days." Jiang Xiaojun was still angry, and his face was gloomy. Others come and guard."

Cheng Yanxiao frowned uncomfortably, but he made a mistake first, so he could only lower his posture and ask, "How long are you going to be away?"

Jiang Xiaojun glanced at the time: "From [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., someone will guard the door when I'm away. You can sleep at home or watch movies and play games, as long as you stay at home."

"Okay." Cheng Yanxiao compromised. "Do not be angry."

"I'm very angry!" Jiang Xiaojun glared at him bitterly, he must make Cheng Yanxiao realize the seriousness of this problem. "I reserve the right to tell the boss about this matter. If you commit another crime, you should only be trapped in the room and grounded."

"Forbidden?"

Jiang Xiaojun repeated: "Yes, grounded."

Cheng Yanxiao raised his hands high in surrender, "I really realized my mistake."

"Your credit value has become negative." Jiang Xiaojun took a deep breath and announced again: "From now on, you really lose your freedom."

Cheng Yanxiao, who lost his freedom, obediently went upstairs after lunch.

He lay on the bed and sorted out his thoughts, and he swipe back and forth the photos on his mobile phone. In the backs of people passing by, the person in the khaki windbreaker was the poor Charlie that Luke said.

The photo was a little blurry, and Cheng Yanxiao could only see the straight nose and slightly full lips of the person involved.

Jiang Xiaojun went upstairs with the milk, knocked on the door a few times, pushed in, and put the milk on his bedside.

Cheng Yanxiao has already changed into pajamas, and the soft cotton pajamas make him look younger than he actually is.

Jiang Xiaojun couldn't help but soften his voice: "Want to take a nap?"

Cheng Yanxiao threw the phone aside, and the enlarged photo occupied the entire display screen.Jiang Xiaojun couldn't help but glanced at it.

"Xiaojun," Cheng Yanxiao looked at him with a little grievance. "Will my freedom ever come back?"

Jiang Xiaojun was always soft-hearted when he showed weakness to him, he simply turned his head away from looking at his face, and insisted on his bottom line: "If you want to know, I can call the boss and ask him to talk to you in detail."

Cheng Yanxiao: "...There is no need to inform Huo Lang, in fact, staying at home is also very good, so please drive slowly."

Jiang Xiaojun couldn't help sighing softly, "Young Master Cheng, your physical condition is really not suitable for doing dangerous things."

"I see." Cheng Yanxiao smiled at him, the emptiness behind the smile probably only he himself understood.The deep-rooted sense of mission was defeated by the sick body?

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Xiaojun drove away on time.

Cheng Yanxiao heard the sound of the garage door opening and closing, he glanced at the leaving car through the window, and fiddled with the ipad in his hand.

When saying goodbye to Luke, he took down Luke's facebook.Now I logged in and took a look, only to find that this brat actually gave a detailed graphic explanation of the 'eye digger'.

The timeline began to record the criminal history of the 'eye digger' one after another since two years ago.

There is even a recent photo of the deceased in it. The swollen red-purple head is cut across the middle of the neck by a strange purple line. The bruises and bruises.

The contrast between the icy pale and the obscure red and purple is stark, inexplicably making people flustered.

Cheng Yanxiao double-clicked to enlarge the picture.The blue-purple strangle mark on the neck of the deceased was like a prostrate invertebrate, bringing a strong visual impact.

Cheng Yanxiao didn't even frown, and was still thinking about analyzing the strangle mark.

The tool used to strangle people should be a thin rope, which should be about two centimeters thick compared to the size of the neck.

Such a portable thickness is more like an ornament that can be seen everywhere, so... is this a premeditated murder or a crime of passion?

He looked at the pictures one by one, except for a few corpse photos, most of them were selfies of Luke's muscles, and the selfies from various angles without dead ends made Cheng Yanxiao's eyes hurt.

After looking through more than [-] muscle selfies, he finally found a picture that was too normal.

Inside is a man and a woman holding a golden retriever.

The male is obviously not Luke, he looks a size smaller than Luke.He was walking side by side with a female friend, who was also holding a fat golden retriever that he looked very familiar with.

Soup?

Cheng Yanxiao turned around and shook his head again, shouldn't it be such a coincidence?

But the sense of familiarity still made him zoom in on the picture.

The fat golden retriever in the photo is wearing a red collar and a silver dog tag, which obviously matches the sopa he saw today.He shifted his gaze to the female friend. Although there was only a side profile, it was obvious that this was Ouyang Ting, the owner of SOPA.

Why did Luke post their pictures?

Cheng Yanxiao looked at the content written above: Poor Charlie's girlfriend, how can an ED patient make his girlfriend happy?Do you use a dog?

This man is Charlie?

Cheng Yanxiao couldn't help but look at it carefully.

The season in the photo should be summer, and their clothes are very sparse, just revealing the couple bracelets on their wrists. They said it was a bracelet, but judging by the number of loops he made, it looked more like a necklace?However, with so many layers wrapped around the wrist, it looks very individual.

——Arrested as a suspect because the texture of the thread was too similar to the neck of the deceased.

What Luke said before flashed through Cheng Yanxiao's mind, and he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

If Chuck is really the murderer, then he really is the most arrogant serial murderer in history.