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Lin Hongze shut himself in the room, stood by the window and looked at the couples of passers-by, lit a cigarette and took a puff, silently remembering his lost love.

If Tang Siling hadn't dumped him, they should be having a candlelight dinner by now.

Being dumped for no reason, Lin Hongze was a little upset. The other party didn't even give him an explanation. He sent him a breakup message and then disappeared. After that, he couldn't get through to the phone and didn't reply to the message.

Zhou Ye approached him and told him that Tang Siling was a liar who specialized in defrauding money and feelings so that he could have plastic surgery.

Lin Hongze didn't believe that his family, Lingling, was innocent and kind, and she was so good-looking, she couldn't be a liar, and she didn't need plastic surgery.

Zhou Ye had nothing to say to this person whose IQ dropped to zero as soon as he fell in love. He thought about waiting for Tang Siling to return to China, arrest her, and let Lin Hongze see the truth for himself.

Lin Hongze leaned against the window, flipped through his chat history with Tang Siling, and could only rely on these sweet memories to celebrate Valentine's Day.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, tired of looking through the chat records and started to browse Moments.

That slut Zhou Ye posted a photo showing affection, which was a photo of a man's back.The man who was photographed was dressed in black, standing by the window, with a thin silhouette.

He intentionally kept his face secretively, but everyone knew that it was Rong Zhao.

In the comments, a bunch of little girls were yelling, comforting themselves that they are brothers.

Wang Jinghua went even further, directly posting the picture taken by Zhou Ye in her circle of friends. It was obviously intentional to make people misunderstand that Rong Zhao was her boyfriend, and her intentions were very sinister.

Wang Jinghua took the lead, and the others couldn't sit still anymore, and they all stole the photo taken by Zhou Ye and sent it to their circle of friends.

As soon as Lin Hongze swiped down, the screen was full of Rong Zhao's back, and even a few married women shamelessly came to join in the fun.

Lin Hongze glanced at his mouth, isn't he good-looking?It seems that it is indeed quite remarkable.

Lin Hongze continued to scroll down, and among the pile of black back photos, the photo of Cui Lita looked very different.

What she sent was a light-yellow post-it note with a filter, on which was a translation between Chinese and German written in a black pen.

German seems to be written fluently and beautifully, not at all inferior to the vigorous and powerful Chinese.

Cui Lita accompanied the text: "Brother Rong is amazing."

Lin Hongze once had a girlfriend who came back from studying in Germany. In order to please her, she studied German crazily during that time. Unfortunately, she didn't have much language talent, and she only said a few of the most common greetings until they broke up.

Lin Hongze commented under Cui Lita's circle of friends: "Rong Zhao knows German?"

Cui Lita quickly replied: "Well, my brother Rong is very good."

Lin Hongze replied: "When did he learn it?" As far as he knows, there is no German class in the police academy.

Cui Lita replied: "I don't know, maybe I learned it by myself. I learned Japanese by myself, and it's not bad, but it's still not as good as Brother Rong."

Lin Hongze didn't reply. Indeed, Rong Zhao's German was better than his girlfriend who had lived in Germany for four years.

In particular, the words on the printer are all uncommon words. If you are familiar with this level, it will be no problem for translation.

"Dinglingling~~" Lin Hongze's cell phone rang suddenly, and the alarm center called. Someone found a bone in the middle of the mountain.

Because he was in charge of the Guan family extermination case, the place where the bones were found happened to be in the middle of the mountain where the Guan family was located, so the director of the center directly called him.

Regardless of whether this bone has anything to do with the Guan family extermination case, this case will be handled by their second criminal investigation team.

In addition to the sweet words of lovers, Valentine’s Day is often accompanied by various murders caused by love and hatred. Even murders should be fresh corpses. This dead body obviously has nothing to do with this Valentine’s Day.

Lin Hongze changed his clothes, and while making a phone call, he took a black umbrella from the door and went out.

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Rong Zhao took out the gift for Zhou Ye from under his bed and put it on the table.

The bow on it was not neat, so he untied it and tied it again, and placed it at the most beautiful angle.

A black gift box with a dark blue ribbon bow, and a small glass vase next to it, with a blooming rose in it.

This flower was thrown by the proprietress of the florist last night, and Zhou Ye caught the one given to him with his mouth.

Rong Zhao added some water to the vase, sat at the table and looked at the presents on the table in a daze.

His original intention for buying this watch was to thank Zhou Ye for rushing into the fire and helping him bring out the family portrait, so that he could finally see clearly the smile on his sister's face, the color of his father's shirt and the pearl on his mother's hairpin.

They were always fresh and never faded in his memory.

Presumably Zhou Ye doesn't like to hear words of thanks, he would rather receive a Valentine's Day gift than a thank you gift.

Rong Zhao scratched his hair a little irritably, this problem troubled him all day.

If it was a Valentine's Day gift, it would be equivalent to accepting Zhou Ye, and they would become lovers from now on.

Lovers and friends are completely two concepts, and it is normal for friends to come and go.

Unlike lovers, Rong Zhao never accepts someone easily. On the one hand, he feels that he is not worthy of having a relationship, and on the other hand, he regards the word lover very seriously, which is equivalent to his own family.

The departure of his family has already made him miserable, and he hangs his breath because of the deep-seated hatred.

The lover's departure is equivalent to another stab in the heart of him who has only one breath left, and he will definitely die.

No relationship can last for a long time. If the family who loves him the most who has lived together for more than ten years will leave him, how long can a lover without blood relationship last.

Zhou Ye is his only friend and the most important person in this world to him. If he rejects him, it is equivalent to losing this friend, and he will become all alone again, like a lonely ghost all day long Wander the world.

Rong Zhao thumped his head hard with his fist, trying to make himself sort out some clues from this mess.

There was a "bang bang bang" knock on the door, and Rong Zhao got up to open the door.

Holding a large bouquet of roses in her hand, Sister Zhang looked into Rong Zhao's room with her head poking around: "Xiao Rong, is your lady there?"

Rong Zhao looked down at the flowers in Sister Zhang's hands. These are not ordinary flowers. These flowers are all folded by hand. According to visual estimation, there are 99 flowers.

If he guessed correctly, each of these flowers should contain love poems and confessions written by the admirer himself.

Rong Zhao's face darkened in an instant: "He's not here." It was clearly his house, but he was lucky enough to invite the suitor to his house.

"It's fine if you're not here," Sister Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed the bouquet of flowers in Rong Zhao's arms, and urged, "You have to hide it well, don't let your family see it."

Rong Zhao was taken aback for a moment, it turned out that it was for him.As long as it wasn't for Zhou Ye, the unhappiness in my heart disappeared immediately, and my face looked much better, so I responded casually: "Yes."

Sister Zhang said: "It was given by a good-looking young man. He is quite tall and wears glasses. Everyone has gone downstairs. He answered the phone and left in a hurry. Let me pass it to you."

In line with the principle of persuading peace and not persuading divisions, Ms. Zhang mumbled before leaving: "Xiao Rong, actually, your not-so-provoking husband is very kind to you, so let's make do with it. Resist the temptation of those men outside."

Rong Zhao didn't know what to say to Sister Zhang, and when Sister Zhang left, he turned and closed the door, and took out a card from a large bunch of hand-folded roses.

It was sent by Wu Hao, I wish him a happy Valentine's Day, but I didn't write anything else.

Wu Hao is often not seen these days, because he goes home after work every day and locks himself up to fold roses.

Rong Zhao casually put the bouquet of flowers by the wall, intending to take it to the bureau tomorrow to return it to Wu Hao, and explain it clearly to him.

Rong Zhao glanced at the time, it was already nine o'clock.

He walked to the window and looked out of the alley through the rain curtain. Umbrellas of various colors shuttled among the gray buildings, but none belonged to Zhou Ye.

He said he would come back before nine o'clock. He always kept his word and never broke his promise.

Rong Zhao looked at the clock on his phone, it was already [-]:[-], and Zhou Ye didn't come back, did something happen to him?

The weather is not good today, it has been raining after dark, it is foggy everywhere, and the road is difficult to walk.

There were reports half an hour earlier that a bus had skidded and rolled over, seriously injuring three people.

Rong Zhao couldn't stay at home anymore, and planned to go to the alley to pick up Zhou Ye. While changing his shoes, he picked up his mobile phone and made a call.

Seeing that the phone was answered in seconds, Rong Zhao felt relieved: "Where are you, are you not coming back tonight?"

Zhou Ye got off the car at the intersection of Shilian Road, and didn't let the driver come in. The road is narrow, so he couldn't drive in.

"Sorry, I'm late," Zhou Ye said while walking while holding an umbrella, "I'll be home in 10 minutes at most, miss me?"

Hearing Zhou Ye's voice, Rong Zhao suddenly felt that his entanglement just now was meaningless, as long as this person was safe, as long as he was willing to come back and stay by his side, it didn't matter whether he was a friend or a lover.

Rong Zhao changed back to his slippers, sat at the table and looked at the gift box on the table, humming softly: "Then come back quickly, I have something for you."

After hanging up the phone, Rong Zhao casually checked out Moments while waiting for Zhou Ye.

Scrolling down, I swiped to Cui Lita's circle of friends, and clicked on the post-it note she sent that he pasted on the wall of the internal office printer.

Below is Team Lin's message.

The black German writing and Team Lin's ID were like some kind of cruel gunshots, waking him up from the warmth.

The too comfortable life during this period made him let go of his vigilance. For a moment, he forgot his true identity, and he lived himself as Rong Zhao.

Rong Zhao shouldn't know German, but Guan Xu lives in Germany all year round.Team Lin may not have noticed it for a while, and it's hard to say whether he will suddenly react at a certain moment.

The internal group news of the criminal investigation jumped, and Rong Zhao saw a line of text that was enough to send him to hell.

"Bone bones were found in the middle of the mountain."

It was clearly midsummer, but Rong Zhao felt like falling into a cellar of ice, his whole hands were cold and trembling uncontrollably.

He knew that this day would come sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to come so early.He had seen three of the seven murderers, and one of them was the one he killed and buried in the soil.

Rong Zhao put down his phone, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly. After staying in the crowd for a long time, he almost forgot that he was a monster.

A line of German, a bone brought Rong Zhao back to six years ago, the blood in his whole body gradually turned cold, as if he had just crawled out of that massacre, his whole body exuded a cold and inhuman aura,

His life ended as early as the night of the massacre, and he was no longer the boy who liked to wear white clothes and stood smiling in the sun.

He looked down at his hands, which were stained with blood and fishy. He had already turned into a demon like them, but he still dreamed of a human life.

How could he have forgotten that he had no way out six years ago, and since then, he could only close his eyes and walk towards the abyss.

He was barefoot, walking a thorny road soaked in blood, with no end, and the surroundings were dark.

He can only raise the knife in his hand alone in the Shura Hell, bite and fight with the group of devils in the abyss, and he will never be reborn forever.

Rong Zhao finally walked to the window, put his hands on the window sill, and watched a person walking from the end of the alley with a long black umbrella.

The rain danced on the surface of his umbrella, forming a glowing arc. The umbrella covered the man's face, but Rong Zhao recognized it at a glance. It was Zhou Ye.

Ye character, left and right structure, one side is gentle and warm firelight, the other side is brilliant and brilliant color, he is destined to wear sunshine and be blessed by the gods.

Rong Zhao watched Zhou Ye approaching, his hands tightly grasping the window lattice beside him, because of too much force, his fingertips turned bloodless white.

He opened his mouth to call his name, but he couldn't make a sound.His throat seemed to be choked by an invisible, disgusting and trembling force.

As if feeling something, Rong Zhao saw Zhou Ye stopped downstairs, looked up and smiled at him.

Rong Zhao turned his back to the window, and wiped the wet corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

His eyes were red, and he was annoyed at his carelessness. He hadn't realized before that that person looked so good-looking when he smiled.

Soon, Zhou Ye opened the door and came in, opening his arms to Rong Zhao: "Honey, I'm here for the appointment."