Live From The Murder Scene

The firmament's expectations eventually fell through. When she came to the ward that had been cleaned up, she only saw the empty window sill, but not the white bouquet of roses that had struggled with fate.

"Ah, that bunch of flowers?" The cleaner aunt said embarrassingly, "Because you have already left, that bunch of flowers is also a bit dry. I thought you didn't want it, so I cleaned it up."

There was a feeling of thunder above the sky.

It's over, Brother He's girly heart...

Gone.

The cleaner saw her face stern, and then became nervous, and her voice became softer and softer at the back: "What should I do? I took it this morning. They said you won't be hospitalized, so I took it."

"It's nothing." The firmament waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's okay. Go ahead."

The aunt is still very worried, after all, this is from their boss's house. He turned his head one step at a time and confirmed that the firmament did not need to be held accountable before gradually disappearing into the aisle.

"What should I do?"

The sky murmured and swayed to the flower shop outside the hospital.

She originally wanted to imitate a bunch of similar works, so as to hide it from the sky, but was afraid that He Jueyun would recognize it by then, and she would add a penalty. After some conscientious struggles and risk considerations, she finally decided to buy the most expensive, best, and largest flowers, pack them up, and take them home.

He Chuanzhou was very busy. He left after sending her to the hospital. The firmament needs to go home with the bouquet of roses in her arms.

In order to prevent the flower from being bruised during transportation, Qiu Tian specially bought a large bag for it, which can also demonstrate its dignity and its own caution. After making various preparations, the firmament can finally feel relieved.

An hour later, Qiu Cang appeared at the door of He Jueyun's house carrying a big bag, bending over to unlock the code lock. As soon as he opened the door, He Jueyun happened to come out of the corridor and ran into her.

He Jueyun glanced at the luggage bag in her hand, and then at the half-closed door. He moved to block the stairs and said angrily: "What's the matter! Did you say that you ran away from home with a few words?"

The firmament opened the door a little bigger: "...I just came back from outside."

"Oh." He Jueyun's face was as clear as a torrential rain. He became extremely fast and quickly recovered his calm. He pointed inside and said, "Go in."

The firmament stepped in the door, and He Jueyun followed. She had just finished taking off her shoes at the hallway, and when she turned around, she found that He Jueyun had acted neatly to lock the door.

Firmament: "..." Isn't that enough?

How does it feel like a murder scene?

He Jueyun asked dryly: "Where did you go today?"

He said that he found that his problem was very blunt, like finding fault, afraid that the sky would really turn his head and leave, so he snorted again: "Forget it, I don't want to say it."

Firmament: "..." Sir, I didn't say that I refused to cooperate.

She took the initiative to explain: "I went to find the team just now."

He Jueyun: "Oh."

When a man says oh, it means things are not over. ——By the Straight Man of the Sky Interpretation Quotations

The word Qiqiang roundly praised: "Because I see you working hard, I also kindled a momentum in my heart! In order to learn from you, I went to Team He to do something serious!"

He Jueyun's face quickly turned dark when he heard this, and silently took off his coat and hung it on a shelf aside.

Is this connoting him? right? Does he occasionally ask for leave? How can there be such a negligence?

Qiu Cang also found that she seemed more suitable for yin and yang strangeness and cold jokes than praise.

It is very inappropriate.

The firmament coughed, and quickly handed the bag over, saving it: "Give you a gift."

"Give me a bag?" He Jueyun frowned, and then said, "Do you really think it can cure all diseases?"

Firmament: ...?

He Jueyun's focus on the point of view is always so novel and progressive. He didn't give the sky an opportunity to explain, his face changed again, gloomy again, and asked: "Do you think I am sick?"

Firmament: ...Huh? ?

The firmament fell into silence for the first few times today. For the first time, she hoped that she would have one more brain so that she could analyze He Jueyun's behavior pattern, otherwise she wouldn't look like a fool.

Fortunately, He Jueyun's illness has never been serious and he can heal himself. His temper came and went as fast as the wind did. In the next second, his body honestly took the miscellaneous bag in his arms and walked to the living room.

The firmament couldn't help reminding him: "It's mainly the flowers inside."

He Jueyun stunned, put the bag on the coffee table, unzipped the zipper, and grabbed a handful of well-preserved bouquet of white roses from the inside.

Qiu Cang emphasized every important word with accents: "Today, I specifically went to the hospital to get flowers. But the cleaning lady has already processed the things, so I bought a new bunch. Do you like it?"

He Jueyun roared in his heart.

What's the use of whether he likes it or not! This flower was originally given to you!

How could there be such an upside-down thing?

How could someone think of so many ways to **** him off?

He Jueyun raised his hand and held his forehead. It felt like a punch on a sponge that was soaked in water. Not only did it make the wrong force, but it also irritated myself.

Do evil.

"It's not a flower at all." He Jueyun didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he fought each other in his inner world, and finally only waved his hand helplessly, "Forget it. It's okay, so be it."

The firmament just used the same words to perfuse the cleaner aunt who had strangled her hopes. He didn't expect to get the same forgiveness from He Jueyun so quickly.

She gave He Jueyun a sympathetic look and walked back to the room silently.

After finishing this, He Jueyun went back to the study to work.

At the company today, he didn't do much business, and was almost threatened by Song Shu to complain. At that time, I was full of strange things in my head, but I relaxed a little when I got home.

He looked through all the documents and plans that were not processed today, and then worked hard at the keyboard to write the report.

When it was time for dinner, He Jueyun stretched out, feeling hungry in his belly. He forgot that he was still angry with the sky, and habitually asked in a long tone: "The sky, what do you eat!"

The firmament, who was sitting quietly reading in the living room, was flattered. She raised her hand and looked at the time, and found that only four hours had passed and that He Jueyun was all right.

She slowed down, tiptoed to the outside of the study, and pushed the door open.

He Jueyun glanced back at her, his face full of inexplicable.

The firmament observed his face and tentatively asked, "Are you happy at work today?"

"Huh?" He Jueyun said, "What's the happy or unhappy thing about work?" Is this kid stupid?

Firmament: "Then you are not angry with me?"

It's okay not to ask, but when he asked, He Jueyun felt a heart attack again. He was depressed for a while, and after a while, he said, "Is it interesting to be angry with you? You don't know why I am angry." His tone was quite hateful.

The firmament followed two sentences soullessly: "Yes, yes, don't be angry with your body."

He Jueyun glared at her vigorously, then continued to lower his head to take out.

The firmament then boldly walked in and closed the door backhand.

He Jueyun remembered the business, sat upright, and reminded: "Today there is a new testimony, Team He sent me. But this kind of evidence similar to second-hand news... If there is no more direct and powerful discovery, you still cannot report too much. Great hope."

The firmament is mentally prepared to not be so naive. She just said strangely: "Are you doing Fan Huai's copy?"

"Yeah. We have been perfecting the case since we discovered that there is a hidden case. Sanyao's technology is very useful for scene restoration and reverse reasoning. We often cooperate with the most unsettled cases." He Jueyun fiddling with the computer in front of him, It’s just that the frequency of percussions that didn’t show up for a while proved that he was not so attentive. “At that time, the body was found too late. When the police rushed over, the traces of the scene had been damaged too much by the rain and nearby residents. We relied on technology to correct part of it, but Because there is too little information, there are still a lot of details that are missed and missed, so I can only add it slowly..."

Qiu Cang listened to him carefully, nodded after a moment, and smiled at him.

She stretched her hand on the back of He Jueyun's chair, and when she bent down to look at the screen, she naturally pressed down her upper body and moved closer to the person in front of her.

At this distance, He Jueyun could smell the faint scent of shower gel on her body. He glanced at her from the corner of the light and whispered in a low voice: "What are you doing? I set fire all day, irresponsible. Scum."

Firmament: "..." So resentment won't disappear, right?

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When the firmament woke up the next morning, He Jueyun had already left. He left with a very small voice, and he didn't make any noise.

The firmament smelled the fragrance through the door, woke up in a daze, put on slippers and went to the kitchen to check, and found that a small pot of stock was warming on the stove, and there was a plate of well-coded raw wontons on the side, and in another pot, Even the water is ready.

He Jueyun left a note on the chopping board and instructed her to boil water in another pot, and pour the wontons into the soup after the wontons are cooked.

Obviously it is a very simple one-step operation. Classmate He wrote out every program in the style of a man of science and technology, and at the end, he intimately provided her with a takeaway phone that could call for help after a failed execution, and bothered to treat her as a little bit. People with no common sense of life come to treat it.

Qiu Cang awakened Le Qing in the morning, raised his hand and rubbed his face, brushing away his fatigue.

The glass window of the kitchen was not closed, and the fresh morning breeze poured in from outside and slapped her face.

The firmament lowered his head and counted the number of wontons, and the picture from half an hour ago popped up in his mind-He Jueyun was standing in the same position as her, with her waist hanging down, mother-in-law writing notes. Halfway through the writing, I might still remember the grievances that I could not vent yesterday, then grumble a few times in dissatisfaction, and finally fill up the content bitterly.

This kind of life should be very ordinary and peaceful, but the number of times it appears in the memory of the firmament is very few.

After Jiang Ling left, no one cared about her daily life.

The firmament turned off the fire, stood in a daze for a while, and then pressed down the feeling that was born in his heart, folded the note in half, and planned to throw it away. She had already walked to the front of the trash can, shivering inexplicably when she reached out her hand, hesitated for less than a second, then put the note paper away, took it back to the room, and pressed it into a book.

Forget it. Keep everything in their old He's house first.

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The lady in front of the security door took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of bright and smart eyes, and swept upstairs slightly. She raised the ends of her eyes and her bright eyes were gazing at her. It was obviously just a very ordinary action, because her bright and charming face seemed to have a kind of elegant style.

The next second she rolled her eyes, swiped the key on the induction door with her white fingers, and then pushed the door to enter. The clear voice continued to speak infrequently, which slightly damaged the line. landscape.

"Why don't you think about it? Why do people complain about your son? Have you ever loved him? Have you given him warmth? Do you know why your son doesn't want to go to work and why he is not motivated? Look for things as soon as you come back, really use your son as a social animal Huh? Huh!"

The opposite person could only choose to endure silently under her ruthless ridicule.

"Why don't you talk? My son is my own life, right? I took care of him when I was a child, but now that you have grown up to grab the results of education, you have already taken advantage of it! Isn't you slap me in the face if you trouble him? What's unsatisfactory?"

The person on the other side stunned, and hurriedly retorted: "I don't! What are you talking about? I grew up with him, so why did I grab it?"

The woman's pitch was once higher, but the soft voice didn't sound like how angry: "Then you mean I'm over-exerting, and I'm fine with it?"

The man on the other side of the phone choked, recognized the reality, and once again entered a stick-sucked state.

The elevator came down, and the beautiful woman looked at the mirror inside, carefully sorted out her bangs, and curled her lips in satisfaction.

It's so beautiful!

However, she didn't want to convey her good mood to the other side, and she opened her mouth and said unceremoniously: "Have you seen it? It's unreasonable and unpleasant to do things so unreasonably? That's how you treat my son! I tell you, if you have to Hustle, pick me and compare you."

The opposite person is weak and weak: "Who wants to compare this to you..."

The woman said impatiently: "Okay, I'm going into the elevator. It's boring to argue with you!"

Half a minute later, the elevator rose to the floor she designated. Madam He walked out with long legs, stopped in front of the door, deliberately pressed the doorbell on the side, and waited for the people inside to come out.

She changed the bag from left to right, and from shoulder to carry, and pressed the doorbell several times. When she ran out of patience, she finally waited for the person to open the door.

Madam He raised her chin and asked in dissatisfaction: "Why are you coming out now?"

The firmament whispered: "Excuse me, just on the balcony, I didn't hear a sound."

When Mrs. He realized that the person who came to open the door was not her son, her expression was stunned. After seeing the firmament clearly, a clear crack appeared on that proud and perfect face.

She touched her face first, and then fixed on the sky's face for a few seconds, the crack in her expression gradually widened.

The firmament felt that he could understand. Anyone who suddenly sees a stranger in his son's house will feel as if the cabbage is gone.

Madam He slowly stretched out her hand, and when the firmament was about to respond, she grabbed the doorknob and closed the door back.

Firmament:?

After a while, the knock on the door sounded again.

The firmament quickly opened the door and nodded at the people outside.

"It's not that you opened the door in the wrong way." Qiu Cang told her, "This is indeed He Jueyun's house."

Madam He had already controlled her expression, and she smiled twice when she heard the words: "Haha...haha..."

Maybe she found that this kind of laughter was not a lady, so her voice stuck abruptly.

She cleared her throat silently and smiled again when she raised her head, but this time, no matter how she looked at it, she was a little embarrassed.

The firmament turned sideways and said calmly: "Please come in."

She was also a bit at a loss, but she had always been uncomfortable, and after the initial surprise, she had the courage to resist everything.

Mrs. He made a very small step and asked, "Is Jueyun not there? Yesterday the person in the company said that he hadn't been to work recently."

Qiao Cang Xin said that the news of your parents is late enough.

"He took a leave for something the other day. He started to work as usual yesterday." Qiu Cang added and said, "I was injured a little bit, so he took me to the hospital."

Mrs. He said understandingly: "It should be, I understand, you are fine. Are you okay now?"

Skyspace: "...Thank you for your concern. It's all right."

After two sentences, the two have already walked to the sofa in the living room.

Madam He chose a side position to sit down, feeling a little nervous between her actions. However, the firmament was not in great condition, so she was not found to be wrong.

The firmament brought her some fruits and drinks, and Mrs. He raised her hand implicitly, indicating that she didn't use it.

The two sit opposite each other, their eyes crossed. It's not right to stare at the other person, it's not to float around, the atmosphere is so strange that it makes your scalp numb, and there is nowhere to put your hands and feet.

After all, Mrs. He is an old lady, she thought for a while, opened the side bag, and took out a book and a pen from it.

The firmament couldn't keep calm anymore, strained every muscle on his body and sat upright, peeking at the other's pen.

She knows it well, she knows it, and she knows how to do it, and she knows how to develop it later.

As Mrs. He wrote, she looked at her from the corner, and drew several strokes on the paper, but she was not very satisfied. Finally, she tore a page again, filled in the amount, and hesitantly handed it over to her.

I don't know how much He Jueyun is worth.

The firmament looked up excitedly.

Lots of zeros.

There are seven zeros.

One He Jueyun is worth ten million. As expected of him.

The sky's eyes are about to see flowers.

Madam He is always observing her expression, and when she sees something wrong, she immediately speaks: "You are called the firmament, right? I saw you in Sanyao and talked with Lao He. I just didn't expect my son to...that... ...Haha..."

Qiu Cang put the things on the table, paying attention to the words she omitted.

Madam He moved to her side, gently touched her hand, she felt hairy when she touched the sky, and then apologized: "I don't know your situation. I didn't prepare a meeting ceremony if I came on a whim today. "

The firmament is just the wrong line in the brain, and now she can receive the signal that she is about to spark, and she wants to explain to her with difficulty.

However, she thought it over and found that she was indeed not so innocent.

Madam He didn't give her a chance to speak at all, she touched her hand and held her waist, agitated the sky to hide aside. Mrs. He is a little regretful, and still lovingly said: "Now I can only give you some pocket money. Not much, not enough to ask my son for it. I know that people like you don't care about money, so don't get me wrong. This is just a meaning. Our old He’s family has two broken money, so don’t mind."

...Are you serious? ?

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Firmament: Earn it!

Mrs. He: Earn it!

Brother Leg: Five thousand words!