Madness of the Heart

According to Hou Cheng's description, the portrait artist drew the portrait of the tomb.

But this portrait is completely different from what the portraitist drew based on Wang Youqun and Hou Ximei's narration.

In the eyes of the three people, the tomb heart has three looks.It is understandable that Wang Youqun and Hou Ximei had no actual contact with the tomb heart, and their memory is vague due to the long time.But Mingshu showed them the portrait drawn from Hou Cheng's memory. He didn't say who the person in the painting was beforehand. He only asked if he had any impressions and if he had seen it anywhere. They both shook their heads, "I haven't."

"This person is the young man who went in and out of Hou Cheng's house." Mingshu said.

"Ah?" Hou Ximei was surprised, "Impossible? I don't remember him looking like this. I really can't remember what he looks like if you ask me to describe it now. But if you let him stand in front of me, I'm sure I can tell at a glance. It's not painted right."

Wang Youqun also said: "He is very handsome, I don't want to say anything else, the people in this painting are too ordinary."

Mingshu took back the portrait and went to see Hou Cheng again.

Because of the consideration of beating the grass and scaring the snake, the public security detachment planned to suspend the detention of Hou Cheng and let Hou Cheng go back first.When he was about to leave, he was stopped again. Hou Cheng showed the helpless and flustered expression of the low-level people, "I remember what the tombstone looks like, but if you want me to describe the details, I really can't explain it well." No matter how hard you force me, I can’t explain it well. I tried my best, this picture is not exactly the same as the tomb heart, but if you want me to tell you which details are different, I can’t tell.”

These words are not like sophistry, and Hou Cheng's position, now there is no need to cover up the tomb heart.

Drawing portraits based on layman's dictation is such a problem. Human memory is not completely accurate, and there are often varying degrees of blurring.You can remember exactly what your friends and family looked like, but you may not be able to describe every detail about them.This makes portraits only serve as a reference and an auxiliary means in criminal investigation.

When Hou Cheng returned to Qingyue Village, his network and reality movements were completely monitored by the police.

The heart of the tomb did not appear, and even Liu Zhiqin could not catch any clues about the heart of the tomb.

Mingshu stayed in Luocheng for a few days, he didn't dare to leave rashly, and he remembered Luo Xiangfu's case, after much deliberation, he decided to go back to Dongye City.

At this time, Xiao Yu'an called, "Don't come back in a hurry, and stay in Luo City for a few days to see."

"Why?" Mingshu didn't quite understand, "The clues to the heart of the tomb are temporarily cut off at Hou Cheng's place, and it doesn't make sense for me to stay."

"Didn't you let Hou Cheng go back to Qingyue Village? Don't worry, wait a few more days, maybe you will find something unexpected." Xiao Yu'an said, "And I'm going to Los Angeles too."

Mingshu sat up from the bed in the city bureau dormitory all of a sudden, "Huh? Are you coming to Los Angeles?"

Xiao Yuan said: "I have some doubts and I want to verify it with my own eyes."

The bed was hard, and Mingshu was not sitting comfortably, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "What question? Can't you tell me, let me verify it?"

"I'm not sure right now." Xiao Yu'an said patiently, "So it's better to see for yourself."

Mingshu lay back down again, and turned over, "Hiss..."

Xiao Yuan asked: "What's wrong?"

"It hurts." Mingshu put the pillow on his waist, held the mobile phone in his right hand, and squeezed his sore psoas muscles with his left hand, and took the opportunity to complain: "I've been exhausted these days, running outside non-stop, not getting enough sleep , the bed was as hard as Xiaolongnv's ice bed, which made my back ache, my legs and feet ached, and my neck was almost dislocated."

"Then give me a massage." Xiao Yuan said.

"There's no such time for leisure." Mingshu learned his lesson, turned over very slowly this time, changed to a side-lying position, and continued to pinch his waist, "Also, I don't like other people's bad press."

"I said I'll give you a massage." Xiao Yu'an's voice was particularly charming when he lowered his voice, "The day after tomorrow... no, I'll be there the night after tomorrow."

Mingshu jumped up, ignoring the pain in his back, "Really?"

"Really." Xiao Yu'an smiled, "Look at the case, and then look at my baby's waist."

"Hey..." Mingshu felt relieved, the exhaustion from running for several days dissipated in an instant, and sat cross-legged on the bed, "Brother, do you know the art of speaking?"

Xiao Yuan asked back: "If you don't understand, do you want to teach?"

"You should say that—" Ming Shu cleared his throat, "Look at my baby's waist, and then look at the case."

Xiao Yu'an deliberately said: "The case should still come first."

"But you can coax me." Mingshu laughed himself after he finished speaking, "Fuck, I'm so coquettish, it disgusts me so much."

"The case is important, so is the baby's waist." Xiao Yu'an really coaxed, "If you have nothing else to do today, go to bed early, I know you are tired, once the case is solved, I will give you a holiday."

"What about you?" Mingshu asked knowingly.

"I'm not fake." Xiao Yu'an said, "I'm in charge of more than one serious crime team."

"Then I don't want to leave. I will accompany you."

Xiao Yuan smiled, almost flirting, "Accompany me in the bureau, wait for me at home, which one do you choose?"

"This..." Mingshu's ears felt hot, "Then I'll wait for you at home. We haven't done 'homework' for a long time. The qualified crane is at the end."

"Well, it seems that I need to take a little extra tuition." Xiao Yu'an said solemnly, "How about staying up all night? Can the end of the crane take it?"

"In order to become a top student again, one should stay up all night." Ming Shu pulled up the quilt to cover his head, "Xiao Ju, you are so coquettish, you say such things to your subordinates."

Xiao Yu'an's voice at this time was extremely charming, "What subordinate, aren't you a student?"

Ming Shu almost trembled, "Teacher, you are so flirtatious!"

Xiao Yu'an didn't laugh at all, and his gentle and calm voice was still there, "It's the student who wants to take tuition. How can it be said that it's the teacher's coquettish now?"

Mingshu hiccupped, "Is that me?"

Xiao Yu'an said, "Well, this student's perception of himself is quite accurate."

Mingshu feigned anger, "Bah!"

Xiao Yu'an smiled and said, "It's getting late, good student, go to sleep."

Putting down the phone, Mingshu tossed and turned a few times on the bed, and finally decided to go to the bathroom to solve it.

Before Xiao Yu'an called, he could hardly keep his eyes open, but after chatting with him, he suddenly became excited and couldn't sleep, so he wanted to do "homework" in advance.

The word "homework" was first mentioned by Mingshu, and Xiao Yuan couldn't help laughing when he heard it for the first time.

Mingshu explained, "Brother, don't you think 'homework' sounds very warm? It's homework done at home with people you like."

Xiao Yu'an scratched the bridge of his nose, "Isn't homework what you fear most? If you can't write it, I even helped you."

"That's different." Mingshu moved his face closer and rubbed against Xiao Yuan's palm, "I want to do 'homework' with you."

The scenes with Xiao Yu'an flowed into my mind like a gentle stream.Mingshu yawned and finally felt sleepy again.

Two days later, in the middle of the night, Xiao Yu'an arrived at the high-speed railway station in Los Angeles, and boarded the police car driven by Mingshu.

It was too late to rush to Qingyue Village immediately, so Ming Shu took Xiao Yu'an to his temporary residence.

The dormitories of the Municipal Bureau are all single beds, some are single rooms, and some are multi-person rooms.When Mingshu checked in, he never thought that Xiao Yu'an would come, and he asked for a single room, but now he regretted it, Xindao knew that he wanted a double room.

There are actually not many policemen living in the dormitory. Fang Yuanhang has been in Qingyue Village for the past few days. There are several double rooms on the same floor that are vacant, but it is too eye-catching to suddenly change to a double room.

So Mingshu just thought about it and didn't bring it up.

Unexpectedly, after Xiao Yu'an finished washing in the single room, he moved his luggage directly to the double room without asking his opinion on the grounds that they lived together to facilitate analysis of the case.

"Isn't that good?" he whispered.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yu'an raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it normal for a criminal policeman to live in a double room or a triple room when he's on a business trip? It saves resources and is conducive to the exchange of case information."

It seemed that whatever Xiao Yuan said was upright and reasonable.Mingshu was happy in his heart, but he muttered and cursed: "You are a treacherous and cunning man."

"Huh?" Xiao Yu'an had already closed the door, pretending not to hear clearly, "What's the matter?"

Mingshu stretched his arms around his waist, "Old rascal."

Xiao Yu'an smiled, and patted him firmly on the waist.

"Ouch—" Mingshu called out, "Is it really a fight?"

Xiao Yuan pressed his index finger on his mouth, "If you don't slap this mouth, you won't be obedient."

Ming Shu just pretended to be angry, and didn't move when he was beaten, and still lingered around Xiao Yu'an, mumbled "brother" in his mouth.

Xiao Yuan supported his shoulders, and pointed his chin to the single bed by the window, "Go and lie down."

Probably because the moment he saw Xiao Yu'an, his mind relaxed, and his mind thought of something that shouldn't be thought at this time, Ming Shu tensed up, "Now?"

Xiao Yuan patted his face lightly, "What did you think of? Don't you have low back pain? Do you want a massage?"

Mingshu was red from the roots of his ears to his neck, and he pretended to complain after lying down on the bed, "Are you kidding me?"

Xiao Yu'an's hands are heavy and skillful. He knows Mingshu's body well, knows which muscle has a problem, and presses there specifically.

At the beginning, Mingshu was writhing in pain, and his back was about to bow, but he didn't dare to shout loudly, for fear that his voice would pass through the wall and be heard by others.I could bear it and endured it very hard, so I had to bury my face in my arms.

It's better to massage at home, and he can call him whatever he wants. Sometimes, when there is no pain, he will call out a few times on purpose.

Xiao Yu'an could hear when he was in real pain and when he was howling.Every time he howled, he got a slap on the ass.

"Brother, you can really beat me up." He said so once.

Then Xiao Yu'an lowered his body, pressed on his back weakly, and said a word in his ear with a breathy voice.

He was numb all at once.

Hugging the pillow in the dormitory and receiving the massage from his older lover, Mingshu felt both pain and pleasure, and couldn't help but think of the past, finally couldn't hold back, let out a long moan.

"Okay." Xiao Yu'an let him go, "You don't have back pain now, do you?"

Mingshu lay on his stomach and didn't want to move, "Brother, press me again."

Xiao Yu'an stood up, "Everything should be done in moderation."

"Hey!" Mingshu stood up, "You are right for everything."

Xiao Yu'an hooked his chin with a smile, and rubbed his thumb a few times, "Then will you listen to me?"

Ming Shu was ruled to death by Xiao Yu'an since he was a child, and he also chased Xiao Yu'an after him when he was an adult.In his heart, Xiao Yu'an is the truth, and there is no other reason to say.

"Hey..." He was so pampered by Xiao Yu'an's conniving and menacing gaze that his waist became limp, and he simply buried himself in Xiao Yu'an's abdomen, disarmed and said, "You know it, but you asked me on purpose."

Xiao Yuan rubbed his hair, let him lean on for a while, and then said: "Sleep, tomorrow morning, we will go to Qingyue Village."

Qingyue Village is far away from the main urban area of ​​Luo City, the village road is bumpy, and dust is flying between the wheels.

Mingshu drove, and Xiao Yuan sat in the passenger seat.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Ming Shu glanced at Xiao Yu'an from the corner of his eye after passing through a pit.

"Look at the scenery here." Xiao Yuan didn't turn his head, still looking at the lackluster vegetation outside the window through the glass.

"What kind of scenery is this?" Mingshu said, "Isn't it just an ordinary countryside?"

Xiao Yuan didn't answer for the time being.

Mingshu pondered for a moment, then hummed, "You're laughing at my aesthetics in your heart again."

Regarding aesthetics, Mingshu is very good at choosing clothes for himself, unlike his good brother Lu Yanzhou, who has the taste of a straight man, but he has the taste of an artist.But in the aspect of discovering the beauty of nature, Mingshu's grades are negative.

When he was a boy, Xiao Yu'an often took him on trips, close to the surrounding area, far away to foreign countries, golden sandy beaches, dense jungles, endless deserts, snow-white and holy ice fields... I have seen all kinds of beautiful scenery.But he seems to be born without a pair of eyes to appreciate the beautiful scenery, and he lacks interest in seeing everything.

He thought, instead of admiring those beautiful scenery, it is better to do the most intimate thing with Xiao Yuan in the beautiful scenery.

When he expressed this idea to Xiao Yuan for the first time, he was not yet 18 years old.Xiao Yu'an was half funny, half helpless, saying that he didn't understand aesthetics.

"Why don't I understand?" He raised his face, proud and bright, like a young peacock shaking its tail feathers.

"The starry sky on this plateau, you actually said it's unremarkable." Xiao Yu'an pointed at the bright sky, "Did you see it? It's the summer triangle."

On the plateau at an altitude of nearly 5000 meters, the Milky Way runs across the sky, and the sky is covered with stars. It is indeed a rare beauty.

But he shook his head: "Brother, I only saw you."

Xiao Yuan was silent.

He added, with a sincere and sincere tone, "Compared with you, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it loses its brilliance. Brother, I found you and know how to appreciate you. How can you say that I don't know how to appreciate aesthetics?"

This kind of words means that he can say it frankly when he is not serious. Now that he thinks about it, Mingshu feels ashamed and panicked.

Xiao Yuan looked away, "I didn't laugh at you, but you, what are you laughing at?"

Mingshu straightened his face immediately, and pretended to be confused: "Ah? I didn't laugh, you read it wrong."

Xiao Yuan didn't expose him, and continued to look out the window.

After the car arrived at Qingyue Village, Xiao Yu'an asked Ming Shu to take a detour and stop at a street corner far from Hou Cheng's house.

Neither of them wore police uniforms, but their appearance and temperament alone were completely different from those of the local villagers.

"Where are we going now?" Mingshu asked.

Xiao Yu'an said, "Do you know where Hou Cheng's field is?"

"Of course I know, I've been there several times."

"Take me to have a look."

Most of the countryside is the same, with low houses, dirt roads, and stretches of farmland.

Qingyue Village produces watermelons, and now is the harvest season.On a hot day, the villagers are still busy in the fields, rushing to send ripe watermelons to the town.

The trucks that came to deliver the goods stopped at the head of the field, and the air was filled with the sweetness of watermelon and the smell of hot sweat.

Compared with the busy surroundings, a field in the southeast corner looked lifeless, unmanned and full of weeds.

"That's Hou Cheng's field." Mingshu pointed, "He didn't take care of the field at all this year."

Xiao Yu'an shuttled among the melon farmers, and was stopped by several villagers on the way, asking if they wanted to buy watermelons.He chatted a few words casually, then walked to Hou Cheng's field.

"His field has been abandoned!" The villagers shouted loudly, "It's useless to look at it!"

"Did watermelons grow there before?" Xiao Yu'an asked.

The villagers said: "It has been planted for more than ten years!"

Xiao Yuan nodded with a smile, and took a few photos with his mobile phone.

"Brother, what exactly do you want to know?" Mingshu asked.

"No rush." ​​Xiao Yuan said, "Let's go see Hou Cheng now."

After Hou Cheng was released back home, he didn't go outside the door, and he was more withdrawn than before.

When Mingshu knocked on the door, it took Hou Cheng a long time to answer. After opening the door, he looked surprised, with timid eyes, "Why are you here?"

Mingshu pushed him away and walked into the yard, "Why can't I come? According to the normal situation, you should still be detained by the security detachment."

Hou Cheng quickly lowered his head, "I've been at home, and Tomb Heart never came to look for me."

Hou Cheng's family, Mingshu, had been here several times, leading Xiao Yu'an inside.Xiao Yu'an didn't intend to enter the house, and walked back and forth in the yard several times, as if observing something.

"Xiao Bureau?" Ming Shu called out.

Only then did Xiao Yuan walk into the house.

Hou Cheng nervously took the cup, and glanced at Xiao Yu'an from time to time from the corner of his eye.As soon as Xiao Yuan looked back, he immediately turned his head.

"What are you doing these days?" Mingshu asked.

"At home, read, read books." Hou Cheng said while putting away the messy second-hand books on the table.

Mingshu picked up one of the books, "Another crime?"

"Just take a look." Hou Cheng asked: "What do you want to know when you come to me today? I have already told you everything I know."

Before Mingshu could speak, Xiao Yuan suddenly said, "I want to know who you are."

As soon as these words came out, not only Hou Cheng, but even Ming Shu were a little surprised.

"Didn't I explain everything clearly?" Hou Cheng's voice trembled slightly, "And you have all investigated, I am just a farmer."

"No." Xiao Yu'an looked at Hou Cheng coldly, and after saying "no", he suddenly stopped talking.

Hou Cheng's expression became more and more weird.

After waiting for Hou Cheng for half a minute, Xiao Yu'an seemed to have finally had enough observation. His long and narrow eyes were half-closed, as if through Hou Cheng's eyes, he saw a heart wrapped in thick fog.

"Actually, there are no young men at all. You are the heart of the grave."