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The next day, the Dongyu City 110 Police Center received two anonymous calls. One was a report of theft and reported the address of the thief’s home, and the other was a report of anti-pornography and reported the address of the massage parlor.

It was Rong Zhao who reported the theft. The police found a large number of items of unknown origin at Lin Mu's house. They intercepted the suspect at the train station and took him directly to the police station.

According to Lin Mu, on the night of her night visit to the haunted house, before she left, she did secretly take away the piece of antique ceramics that Liu Junfeng took out, but she accidentally lost it on the half-mountain on the way home. I went back and searched several times but couldn't find it.

Rong Zhao looked down at Lin Mu's transcript, and felt that it was fine if he didn't find it. He would rather it be buried in the soil than fall into someone else's hands.

It was Zhou Ye who reported the anti-pornography. He had long been displeased with those flamboyant women.

Zhou Ye came down from the elevator on the third floor and saw Director Qian rushing to the office of the Criminal Investigation Team [-]: "Director Qian, why is it so urgent?"

"The original printer in our office was broken, so we purchased a new one with original German packaging," Director Qian said as he walked, "I didn't know that when I opened the box, I couldn't find the Chinese manual inside. Everyone didn't understand German. The program could not be set."

"Qi Bureau will not be able to type out the documents needed for the meeting of the municipal party committee. Doesn't this kill people?"

"What's the rush?" Zhou Ye said calmly with one hand in his pocket, "Our team's printers are available. It's not expensive to print the materials. It costs fifty cents a sheet. How much do you want to print?"

Fifty cents a piece, ten pieces is five yuan, enough to buy two tomatoes, and tonight's menu has tomato and egg soup, which Rong Zhao loves.

Director Qian glanced at his mouth: "Your team's printer was issued by our internal support department. Pay the money and pay it now. Two thousand five hundred and thirty-four, no change, two thousand five, cash or Alipay?"

Director Qian started talking about the accounts, and Zhou Ye got a headache: "If you want money, you can't die."

Director Qian smiled mockingly: "Aren't you the young master of a rich family? You don't have two thousand and five."

Zhou Ye turned to look at Director Qian: "Shouldn't you hurry up and print the materials?"

Director Qian remembered the urgent business: "The printer in your team is okay for printing documents and photos of wanted criminals, but the documents in the bureau need higher resolution."

While talking, the two had already walked to the door of the first team's office, Zhou Ye: "Then why are you here in our team?"

Director Qian looked into the office: "Of course I'm looking for a savior."

Seeing Rong Zhao, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over: "Xiao Rong, come quickly, it's urgent!"

Rong Zhao put down a note in his hand, looked up at Director Qian who was sweating profusely, and said in a calm voice, "What's wrong?"

Director Qian pulled Rong Zhao's arm and dragged it outside: "I remember you can speak German, help translate an instruction manual, and there are only 10 minutes left."

Rong Zhao was almost pulled from the chair by Director Qian. He stood firm and took Director Qian's hand away from his arm. He was not used to having physical contact with others: "Okay."

"Start the clock from now," Zhou Ye glanced at the time, "If I don't see anyone coming back in 10 minutes, I'm going to send troops to the Internal Affairs Department."

Fan Yao shouted loudly: "Brother Rong, the takeaway afternoon tea ordered is coming soon. There is your favorite red bean milk tea. If you come back late, it will be snatched away."

Director Qian took Rong Zhao to the internal support department, glanced at his mouth and said: "That group of people is really brutal, Xiao Rong, if they bully you, or if they are not used to staying there, go back to our internal support department , Little freckles and the others are talking about you every day."

As soon as he walked into the door of the back office, a large piece of shiny ribbons floated down from the top of his head, covering Rong Zhao's whole body.

Each of the five golden flowers held a spray paint in their hands, and shouted while spraying: "Welcome Brother Rong home."

Rong Zhao patted his hair and clothes, and took a picture of the ribbon on his body, while being dragged by Director Qian to a printer by the office wall: "It's very urgent, fix the machine first, and play later."

Rong Zhao glanced at the German instruction manual handed over by Director Qian, and quickly printed out the materials needed for the meeting of Qi Bureau. While teaching everyone on the spot, he wrote the key German translations on sticky notes and pasted them on the printer. On the wall next to it: "Use it a few times and you'll get used to it."

Cui Lita looked at the neat Chinese-German translation on the sticky note, and couldn't help admiring: "Brother Rong, you are amazing, and German is so good."

Rong Zhao put down the pen in his hand: "Then I'll go back first."

Wuduo Jinhua hurriedly grabbed Rong Zhao, and stuffed a lot of snacks into his arms, including potato chips, spicy sticks, fruit candies, beef cubes, and cloud cakes of various flavors, countless of them.

Dahua specially warned: "Take it back and put it in your drawer, don't put it on the table, it will be snatched by Fan Yao and Xiao Qian."

Cui Lita came over and whispered, "Brother Rong, are you busy recently? You haven't been to our internal support department for a long time. I, we miss you very much." After speaking, her face turned red.

Sanhua touched Sihua with her shoulder, and the two looked at each other, covering their mouths and secretly laughing.

Rong Zhao didn't pay attention and couldn't understand the little thoughts of the girls, so he said honestly, "I've been a little busy recently." He spent almost all his time with Zhou Ye.

Holding a cup of milk tea in one hand and a document in the other, Zhou Ye leaned against the office door and looked down.

When Rong Zhao came back from the internal affairs department, he naturally took the milk tea from Zhou Ye: "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Ye took off some colored strips from Rong Zhao's hair: "What's the mess, are you getting married?"

Rong Zhao was not used to being so close to Zhou Ye in the game, so he took a step back: "No."

Zhou Ye smiled: "That's right, I'm not here, and the groom doesn't even exist. Who are you going to marry?"

Rong Zhao ignored Zhou Ye's remarks, and glanced at the information in his hand: "The case of Gu Ming's disappearance, Cao Lulu's boyfriend?"

Zhou Ye nodded, he always felt that Gu Ming's case was a bit strange.A grown man who has been missing for a year has either been restrained or has died.

None of this is the key point, the key point is his face which is exactly like Rong Zhao.

"The case is still in the branch office." Zhou Ye raised his eyes to look at Rong Zhao, looking repeatedly at this beautiful face: "Do you still remember the person who chased you or liked you?"

Rong Zhao shook his head: "I don't remember."

Zhou Ye stared closely at Rong Zhao's eyes: "Don't you remember any of them?"

Rong Zhao met Zhou Ye's eyes as if he was investigating a case or investigating a post: "You know, I'm not interested in dating."

There are actually many people who confessed to him, most of them fell in love at first sight, because he never gave others a chance to fall in love with each other for a long time, always rejected people thousands of miles away, and never got close to anyone, Zhou Ye was an exception.

Among these people, it's not that Rong Zhao doesn't remember all of them. There is a woman whose face has been firmly engraved in his mind for six years. He even remembers the shape of her eyebrows, eyes and mouth.

But it's not because of love, it's because of hate, unforgettable hate.

Among the seven murderers who massacred the Guan family, Rong Zhao had seen the faces of three of them, and one of them was this woman.She secretly ran to his door, knocked on his door to confess to him, but he rejected her flatly.

Rong Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ye: "You suspect that the person who snatched Gu Ming couldn't love me, so he found a substitute like Gu Ming who looks exactly like me and imprisoned him."

Zhou Ye walked into the office holding Rong Zhao's shoulders: "Before the truth comes out, everything is possible."

"Go shopping with me after get off work today."

"What do you want to buy?" Rong Zhao took Zhou Ye's hand away and turned to look at him, "You are not allowed to buy cigarettes."

Zhou Ye snatched the milk tea in Rong Zhao's hand and took a few sips: "I put too much sugar today, it's so sweet that my teeth hurt. Tomorrow is my dad's birthday, buy him a birthday present."

Rong Zhao snatched the milk tea from Zhou Ye's hand back again, looked down at the straw that Zhou Ye had swallowed, then looked at the little milk tea left in the cup and the red beans settled below, bit the straw and continued to drink up.

"Then you don't go home tomorrow, oh, you don't go back to live in my place, right?"

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, curled his lips and smiled: "Do you want me to go to your place to accompany you?"

Rong Zhao finished the last few red beans: "Your father's birthday, of course you have to go home."

Zhou Ye raised his hand and rubbed Rong Zhao's hair: "Wait for me at home tomorrow night, no matter how late I will go back."

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, he has to wait for the gift prepared by Rong Zhao, and he also has a gift to give him.

After get off work in the evening, the two stood at the gate of the Municipal Bureau, Rong Zhao turned around and asked, "You want to prepare a birthday present for your father, how much is your budget?"

Zhou Ye touched his pocket and took out the 100 yuan that Rong Zhao bought him for rice last night: "That's all."

100 yuan is enough to buy anything, but not enough for anything.

"It's okay," Zhou Ye shook his phone, smiled, and continued, "And the 500 yuan you transferred to me yesterday."

Dui Cui, who had been sweeping Huang for a whole day, came out from the gate of the Municipal Bureau. Hearing the word "prostitution", he turned his head to stare at Zhou Ye, and warned seriously: "Duan Zhou, as a law enforcement officer, don't know the law and break the law." After speaking, he left.

Rong Zhao couldn't help but turned his head and smiled: "If I call you a prodigal, just send yourself to prison."

"That can't be done. If I go to prison, you won't be a widow." Zhou Ye started to tease Rong Zhao's hand with his little finger again, approaching, and said in a low voice, "Wife, can you give me a hand?"

Rong Zhao patted Zhou Ye's hand away: "Hurry up and pick out birthday presents."

Seeing Rong Zhao's smile, Zhou Ye became more courageous. He grabbed Rong Zhao's hand and squeezed it tightly: "Let's get closer, so others can't see it."

Rong Zhao struggled several times but couldn't get away, kicking was useless, and he was held by Zhou Ye and walked a long way.

At the beginning, Zhou Ye's hands were like steel and stone, restraining him, preventing him from breaking free, but gradually became soft, making him forget to break free.

"Brother Rong, Team Zhou." There were a few footsteps behind him, and the voices of chatting with the girls.

Rong Zhao woke up like a dream, and suddenly withdrew his hand, but Zhou Ye took the first step to hold it tightly, comforting him in a low voice: "Don't be afraid."

Zhou Ye stood beside Rong Zhao, their bodies were almost touching each other, and their grasping hands were hidden in the gap between their bodies.

Coming from behind are five golden flowers.

As soon as Dahua saw Zhou Ye, she thought of the cp she was drinking: "Zhou team, why haven't I seen you and Wu Fayi get off work together recently? I haven't seen you two together for a long time."

In the past, Zhou Ye often went to Wu Hao's house to grab a meal, and he was in the city bureau.Especially Zhou Ye was very good at making the girls happy, and offered to give them candies.

Zhou Ye quickly took a look at Rong Zhao's face, and quickly drew a line with Wu Hao: "Pay attention to the words, what do you mean we are together, we have never been together before."

When the flowers were gone, Rong Zhao withdrew his hand from Zhou Ye's and strode forward.

Zhou Ye caught up with Rong Zhao, and smiled, "Brother Rong, are you jealous?"

"The way you are jealous is so sexy, it makes people want to kiss. Give me another kiss tonight, okay?"

"Don't let me kiss, then you kiss me, I don't mind being pushed down by you."

"Don't ignore people, Brother Rong."

"By the way, what is Mouse up to lately? I won't be able to see other people after work."

"Rongrong, let's go home and eat tonight. Remind me to buy soy sauce and vinegar. I'm running out of supplies at home."

"The rose seeds have arrived. There is a flower pot in the yard of Sister Zhang's house. I will steal it for you at night and plant flowers together on weekends."

……

Rong Zhao's ears are full of Zhou Ye's random thoughts. He used to have no patience, and the most annoying thing is that people talk about him. Now his patience is not good, but Zhou Ye's words are like a moving picture scroll, which makes people have infinite fantasies.

"When the flowers bloom, shall we kiss under the flower stand?"

Rong Zhao's imagination didn't stop the car for a moment, and he sketched out the picture Zhou Ye described in his mind: "No, the balcony is only so small that you can't even move your feet."

Zhou Ye pressed against Rong Zhao's ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "Then I'll carry you to bed."

Rong Zhao realized what he said just now, but he didn't want to admit that he said it, so his face turned red.

When Zhou Ye saw Rong Zhao like this, his heart itch, and he couldn't do anything but hold back.

While talking, they arrived at the shopping mall. Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao stood at the entrance with a confused look on their faces. What should they buy?

Rong Zhao thought for a while, then took out his mobile phone: "I'll ask Ye Qian if she has time, and ask her to come over and give advice."

"No, please don't," Zhou Ye interrupted Rong Zhao, "I don't like being in a relationship with a big light bulb by my side."

Rong Zhao had no choice but to correct Zhou Ye: "I'm not in a relationship."

Zhou Ye looked into Rong Zhao's eyes, staring at his prey like a beast: "I have kissed, hugged, held hands, and slept on the same bed, so tell me , if this is not called dating, then what is it called?"

Rong Zhao glanced at the time: "Stop flirting, hurry up and buy something, and go home and cook for dinner."

The two walked around on the first floor. Zhou Ye didn't know what to buy. Their family gave each other gifts, and they all started out as sports cars. The ones in his pocket and the ones in his mobile phone only cost 600 yuan, which can buy a toy sports car.

What's more, he was reluctant to spend all the 600 yuan. These were Rong Zhao's hard-earned money.

Rong Zhao walked to the place where men's bags were sold: "How about buying a bag?"

Zhou Ye looked at the tag on it: "Two thousand, it's too expensive."

The salesperson came over and said: "Hello, sir, there is a discount now, and the discount is only 690 nine."

Zhou Ye: "It's still too expensive. Is there any price less than [-]? The last one is less than [-]."

The salesperson glanced at Zhou Ye, his eyes became arrogant, and his voice was not as enthusiastic as before: "Our store's bags are light luxury, even after discounts, there are no bags below [-]."

"Sorry, if you don't buy it, don't touch it."

According to the normal routine, Master Zhou should throw a stack of black cards at the salesperson's face now: "I'll take care of all the bags in your store."

Zhou Ye had long adapted to his status as a poor man, so he didn't care about it, so he pulled Rong Zhao away: "Let's go and see something else."

Zhou Ye finally picked out five pairs of socks for his father, which cost a total of 350 nine yuan.

"Choosing a birthday present with such care," Rong Zhao watched Zhou Ye put the socks into the gift box, and continued, "You and your father should have a good relationship, right?"

Zhou Ye picked up the bag: "On the contrary, our father-son relationship is very bad, and we haven't spoken to each other for several years."

"This time I want to repair the relationship, because I have something to ask him."

Rong Zhao asked, "What do you ask for, and you have no money to spend?"

"If you don't have enough money to spend, I still have more."

"It's not about the money." Zhou Ye rubbed Rong Zhao's hair, looked at him and said, "You don't have to worry about this. I will definitely be back before nine o'clock tomorrow night, and wait for me at home obediently."