ex-husband high energy

After uploading the last photo, Tang Yi turned off the Bluetooth, stuffed the mirrorless camera into his backpack, and left the Express Hotel.

He ran out of the orchestra on a temporary leave, time was tight, he only had time to bring tools, but no time to change clothes, so even though he really wanted to protect his dear Mrs. Xuanyuan Piao Piao himself, he reluctantly gave up.

Looking at the golden sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves, Tang Yi squinted his eyes, scratched his grandmother's gray curly hair, whistled and walked towards the subway station.

I don't know if those photos can help, but who exactly killed Mrs. Siren?Why did the murderer have welts on his back?Did someone force him to do such a thing?Could it be the accomplice that Mrs. Xuanyuan Piao Piao said?

Hey, perverts have really strong tastes...

At 04:30 in the afternoon, the subway station was overcrowded. Tang Yi shrugged his nose and put the earphones hanging around his neck on his ears.The Bach suite sounded leisurely, immediately blocking the noisy and crowded world.

He queued up to go through the security check, looking with interest at the people with different expressions, either indifferent or anxious, happy or depressed. He felt like he was in the last days, surrounded by walking dead, but the BGM was accompanied by a holy and melodious violin suite.

He likes to use this perspective to observe the world, which gives him a feeling of being out of the way and safe, as if he can avoid being hurt as long as he separates himself from reality.

After passing the security check, he carried his backpack and walked towards the escalator.An unremarkable man stared at him, followed behind him unhurriedly, his dexterous hands quietly stretched out to the back pocket of his jeans, his slender fingers fiddled with the rose gold phone stuffed inside, and flicked lightly and patiently. Pull it out little by little.

Without realizing it, Tang Yi lowered his head and walked towards the subway platform.There was a hint of joy in the man's cloudy eyes, he stuffed the stolen mobile phone into his sleeve, turned around and wanted to leave, but bumped against a hard chest.

Sang Han was carrying a backpack and a baseball cap, and looked at the thief coldly with his dark eyes.A flash of fear flashed in the thief's eyes, and he sternly reprimanded: "You don't have eyes?" He turned sideways and wanted to slip away.

Sang Han took a quick step back to stop him, stretched out his right hand, and hooked his fingertips.The thief was startled, and wanted to run away, but Sang Han moved slightly, and quickly blocked his way, with a cold and threatening voice: "Take it out."

The thief rolled his eyes and smiled lazily: "What are you talking about?" With a flick of his fingertips, the mobile phone slipped from his sleeve and handed it to the accomplice who pretended to be passing by casually.

Sang Han shot like lightning, grasping his wrist with three fingers of his left hand, and at the same time slightly lifted the skirt of his clothes with his right hand, revealing the pistol in the holster under his arm.

The thief suddenly changed his face, returned the phone to him, Fei also seemed to run away, and disappeared into the crowd in an instant.Sang Han breathed a sigh of relief, looked around with her mobile phone in her hand, and saw that familiar thin figure entering the subway surrounded by the crowd, she immediately followed quickly and squeezed into the door of the next car before it closed.

The subway started and galloped forward smoothly and boringly. Sang Han slowly squeezed into the next car, lowered the brim of his hat, turned his back to Tang Yi, and gently stuffed his mobile phone into the back pocket of his jeans.

One minute later, when the subway arrived at the station, Sang Han turned around and got off, and stood on the platform and sent Tang Yi a WeChat message.

Through the glass car window, he saw the little boy with grandma's gray curly hair take out his mobile phone from his butt pocket, look down at WeChat, and then smiled obediently, showing two small canine teeth.

When the subway started, Sang Han watched him leave, touched his nose, and walked to the opposite platform.

A quarter of an hour later, Tang Yi arrived at his destination, walked briskly out of the subway entrance, took out his mobile phone in front of an automatic juice vending machine, opened WeChat, and scanned the QR code sent to him by Sang Han.The vending machine hummed, and a dragon fruit, an apple, and two kiwis rolled out of the glass window. Three minutes later, a glass of beautifully packaged mixed juice was handed out from the outlet.

Tang Yi picked up the juice and saw SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick on the randomly printed wrapping paper.

The speech bubble above Patrick's head reads: SpongeBob SquarePants, let's catch jellyfish!

SpongeBob replied: I'm sorry, but I have to go to school!

Tang Yi laughed so hard that tears came out, causing the two lolis passing by to turn their heads frequently, whispering:

"He looks so good..."

"Go ask him for WeChat."

"What if he doesn't give it?"

"Then ask him for juice!"

"...Crazy, you!"

The girls let out cute and shy laughter, chased each other and ran away.Attracted by their laughter, Tang Yi glanced back, then poked the straw into the cup, and walked out of the subway entrance while drinking.

The giant billboard across the road is showing advertisements for the upcoming big movie, and a 3D image of SpongeBob SquarePants appears in mid-air.

"I'm yellow, I'm square!"

"Peter Star, your underwear is yellow, you haven't forgotten me!"

"I seem to have a spring disease..."

"I'm ready, I'm waiting, I'm waiting."

Tang Yi looked up for a while, and followed the yellow and square hero in his heart and said silently: I seem to have a spring disease... I am ready, I am waiting...

I'm waiting.

On the other side of the city, Zong Ming drove into the police station, found Bai Xiaolei's criminal policeman, and asked him, "What's the situation? Did Qian Zhuomin spit?"

The criminal policeman shook his head with black anger: "Don't say anything, the forensics department is testing the blood stains on his back seat, and will compare it with the files in the database later."

The police database only included the DNA of former criminals. Zong Ming felt that Qian Zhuomin’s accomplice was not among them, and handed him the blood-stained sharp knife: “This is also the blood of the murderer, take it to the forensics department... Go in and watch the interrogation."

"it is good."

Zong Ming walked into the monitoring room next to the third interrogation room, and saw Qian Zhuomin sitting there through the single-sided glass, and across the table were two criminal policemen, one of whom was Bai Xiaolei's subordinate.

"When did you arrive in the imperial capital? Why did you go to Mingcui Garden this afternoon?"

"Who was that person you rescued in the Mingcuiyuan underground garage?"

"Who is he to you? Where is he now?"

"..."

Qian Zhuomin didn't say a word, his face was expressionless, his face was as dull and vicissitudes as a wax figure, his half-length gray hair covered his forehead and temples, and a man in his 30s looked like he was 50 years old, with bags under his eyes drooping.

Zong Ming felt that he was much older than when he met last time. He didn't know if it was because of too much pressure to kill someone, or because he was affected by the super brain.

Half an hour later, there was no progress in the interrogation. Qian Zhuomin seemed determined to protect his accomplice and did not say a word.

The phone rang suddenly. Zong Ming turned on UMBRA and saw some photos sent by Levi: [Girl Omega was taken outside a public restroom in the east of the community. She has been following the murderer. 】

Zong Ming raised his eyebrows, and Le Weis continued: [Look at the last picture, the murderer has whip marks on his back, remember Zhang Bin?Could it be that Qian Zhuomin's student, the one who sued him to the court for being flogged? 】

Zong Ming zoomed in on the photos and looked at them one by one, and replied: 【The height, age and body shape all agree, and the degree of myopia is similar to what Jiao Lei said... I'll ask someone to check his recent whereabouts. 】

Reeves said: [I think it's incredible, isn't he a victim?Why did he help Qian Zhuomin kill someone?Had they been in private contact for more than two years? 】

Zong Ming was silent for a moment, and replied: [It is possible, but it is not certain who will help who... No wonder Qian Zhuomin did not let go, Zhang Bin is underage, and he will not be able to get out of prison for the rest of his life. 】

Levi's made an emoji of the emperor in cold sweat. Zong Ming looked at the phone and couldn't help ticking the corner of his mouth, and asked: [Is it better?Did you sleep?Do you want to go to the hospital? 】

【It's much better, I'm going to sleep, but I'm a little hungry, so I may not be able to sleep. 】

[I'll go back and cook for you after I've settled the matter here. 】Zong Ming's smile widened, and then froze abruptly under the suspicious gaze of the clerk next to him, and he replied, 【Eat some bread mat first. 】

[I don't want to eat bread, I want to eat longevity noodles. 】

[Next time I go out, I have to bake you a pancake and hang it around your neck, lest you starve to death, hypocritical. 】Zong Ming reprimanded, closed UMBRA, and said to the clerk: "I have important information, and I want to talk to the suspect alone."

The clerk asked the leader for instructions, and after a while, the two criminal policemen came out, and he said to Zong Ming, "Go in."

Zong Ming walked into the third interrogation room and sat opposite Qian Zhuomin.From a close distance, his face looks more and more haggard, almost sickly, his eyes are fixed on one place, like a living dead.

Zong Ming looked at him silently for a while, and said, "You can't keep him."

Qian Zhuomin remained silent.Zong Ming added: "If the police can't catch him, he will be silenced soon."

Qian Zhuomin's eyeballs finally moved.Zong Ming said: "You thought you were saving him, but you were actually harming him. To tell you the truth, he is not the first one. The people before him were crazy, crazy, and dead. None of them ended well."

Qian Zhuomin raised his head slowly and mechanically, a trace of doubt flashed in his lifeless eyes.Zong Ming said: "The ability is not free. Someone is willing to give it to him because he wants to exchange his most precious thing. He has no money and no talent. The most valuable thing is his own life."

Qian Zhuomin's color changed a little bit, Zong Ming smiled at him, and said: "Buying is not good at selling, he is young and doesn't understand, you should understand, in the world of adults, there has always been only transactions, not gifts. "

Qian Zhuomin opened his mouth with difficulty, and his Adam's apple moved several times before making a hoarse voice: "What are you talking about?"

Zong Ming looked into his eyes deeply, until he saw a hint of collapse in his eyes, then smiled and said: "What are you talking about? Teacher Qian, your hobbies are very tasteful, I am deeply impressed. If you fall into a pit twice and still not repent, you are a man."

Qian Zhuomin's complexion changed drastically, his chapped lips moved, and his eyeballs almost protruded, as if he was going to have a myocardial infarction in the next second.Zong Ming suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "I have no intention of judging the relationship between you. I just want to tell you, Mr. Qian, that his time is running out. In order to prevent him from falling into the hands of the police, the one who did it with him The trader should have dispatched a killer. It may take three to five days at a time, or a day or two at the earliest, and you may see news of his death on TV. It may be a car accident, suicide, or sudden illness... According to my experience, the last possibility is more likely, because they seem to prefer to die without blood."

Qian Zhuomin trembled uncontrollably, his whole body was shaking like chaff, and his clenched teeth made a jerky rubbing sound.However, after a long, long time, he still didn't say anything, and lowered his head in silence.

Zong Ming stood up and said, "You still have a lot of time to think about it. It doesn't matter if you think about it for the rest of your life, but I suggest you think about it first. If his parents find the whip wound on his back when they identify the body, what will you do with it?" They explain that none of this has anything to do with you."

Zong Ming turned and left, and closed the iron door of the interrogation room with a "slap".Qian Zhuomin seemed to be frightened by the loud sound, and almost fell off the chair, panting violently while holding on to the table, sweat beads the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead in succession.

Zong Ming returned to the monitoring room, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Bai Xiaolei coming, reading the notes taken by the clerk.

"Do you know who that person is?" Bai Xiaolei asked Zong Ming.

Zong Ming sent him the photo from Levi's and said, "This was taken by a passer-by. The murderer got off the bus at the gate of Ming Cui Yuan and walked east for half a stop, cleaning his wound in a public restroom. The photo shows He has whips on his body, I have visited Qian Zhuomin's students, there is one named Zhang Bin, the parents have sued him for being whipped by him, I suspect that the escaped suspect is Zhang Bin."

"I know him." Bai Xiaolei said immediately, "That boy who is a sophomore in high school this year, his grades seem to be pretty good, and he has won many competition awards."

"Is there any computer or network award?" Zong Ming asked.Bai Xiaolei opened the laptop and flipped through it, and said, "Yes, he has participated in the national competition in this field... This is too unbelievable, he is actually a murderer, could it be that Qian Zhuomin has been controlling and using him?"

"I don't think so." Zong Ming said, "It's hard to say who is the principal criminal and who is the accessory. We can't subjectively conclude that Qian Zhuomin is the leader of the case just because he is relatively old. I doubt Zhang Bin's parents at the time. Take Qian Zhuomin to court, Qian Zhuomin was wronged, Zhang Bin is the one who likes to be whipped, Qian Zhuomin was coerced and used by him instead."

This inference is incredible, but it seems to explain why Zhang Bin took such a big risk to help Qian Zhuomin get rid of the "Youth Without Regrets" students, and later angered Lu Xingqing who made him lose his second job, murdered Sun Meng, attacked Sha Onions and Levi's.

This kind of skeletal logic is more in line with the brains of teenagers in the second stage of middle school, while adults are more inclined to use their precious abilities to seek tangible benefits for themselves, such as Qi Ran and Wang Hao.

"I asked the police station at Zhang Bin's house to talk to his parents." Bai Xiaolei said, "If it's really Zhang Bin, he should still be here. Check the hotel registration records and you should be able to find him."

"He is very thoughtful, far beyond ordinary minors. He didn't leave any clues about Sun Meng's case." Zong Ming frowned. Hotel records, our focus still has to be on Qian Zhuomin, he must have a way to find Zhang Bin."

Then the three parties held a short meeting. Bai Xiaolei was in charge of interrogating Qian Zhuomin overnight, the criminal police of the local police station was in charge of searching for Zhang Bin's whereabouts in the city, and Zong Ming was in charge of studying all the information at hand, analyzing Zhang Bin's behavior and psychology, and giving Two teams provide clues.

After all the discussions were over, it was already dark, and Zongming flew back to Mingcuiyuan by car, only to find that Levi was already asleep, curled up on the sofa, covered with a long windbreaker.

The lights in the room were not turned on, there was a slight blowing sound from the central air conditioner, and the moonlight came in from the window, dim and gentle.Zong Ming walked to the sofa. Levi's was in a deep sleep, and his complexion was still not very good. He probably had a fever, and there was a faint blush on his cheekbones.

The collar of the shirt was not fastened, revealing a small piece of skin, and the bruises on both sides of his Adam's apple had not completely dissipated, and a few light fingerprints could be vaguely seen.Zong Ming stretched out his right hand and stroked the bruise with his fingertips through the thin air. A sigh that only he could hear echoed in his chest.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, leaned against the sofa and brushed his hair, recalling what Yu Tianhe had said.

This is his closest person, his partner.

Maybe their marriage was fake, but he knew very well that something was already real.

But so what?

How could he choose?

In the afternoon at the hospital, Yu Tianhe found out that his corpus callosum microneurons had obvious mutations, and his brain showed abnormal activity, and further mutations were still in progress.

In the foreseeable future, he will continue to deteriorate like this, until one day he will become a monster completely controlled by ambition just like Wu Manyi, Wang Hao, and Qi Ran.

Yes, science and technology are advancing, and medicine is prospering, but any kind of terminal illness will take the painstaking efforts of several generations.The emergence of the super brain is only a matter of recent years. He dare not expect to be the first lucky person to be cured. His greatest ending should be to become a strong experimental product, a qualified case, and a precious cannon fodder in the history of medical development. .

That's it.

Zong Ming smiled in the dark, staring almost coldly at his invisible destiny.

Choosing nothing is currently the best option for him.

Just go on step by step like this, bear the future that should be endured, and fulfill the responsibilities that should be fulfilled. Perhaps it is a pity that a miracle will happen, and he can return to a normal person, with a simple job and a stable relationship like ordinary people. A dull and warm home.

People always have to think on the bright side.

Zong Ming stood up, walked to the window, and carefully opened a window, trying not to make any noise.Fresh air rushed in immediately, with a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, refreshing.He took a deep breath, turned around and gently picked up Levi's, put him on the bed in the bedroom, covered him with a blanket, then walked into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and started making his longevity noodles.

Levi was woken up from hunger, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the bed, with the faint scent of chicken soup in the air.

With his stomach growling, he walked into the living room with his slippers on, and saw Zong Ming reading the information in his notebook with his long legs on the coffee table.

"Are you awake?" Zong Ming browsed the page without raising his head, and pointed to the kitchen, "The water in the pot is boiling, let's make noodles by myself, the chicken soup is already stewed."

"Oh." Levi yawned, washed his hands, recalled Zong Ming's method, put the spread egg skin and soaked fungus, kelp, day lily, etc. on the bottom of the bowl, poured the boiling chicken soup, rich The aroma immediately filled the kitchen.

Drooling was about to fall, Levi wiped the corners of his mouth, scooped the smooth noodles into a bowl, added a few slices of green vegetables, and couldn't wait to taste it, but his tongue was burned, and he grinned and inhaled.

"Don't steal it!" Zong Ming yelled outside, "Like me, because you haven't eaten it until now, you have no conscience!"

Levi came out with two bowls of noodles, looked at the watch and it was almost ten o'clock, and immediately felt guilty: "Why didn't you wake me up, how hungry you are by now."

"It's okay, actually I forgot to read the information." Zong Ming put down his notebook and came over to eat.The two sat at the dining table facing each other. Levi mixed a little vinegar in his bowl and asked, "Has Qian Zhuomin recruited?"

"No, I'm being stubborn." Zong Ming said, "I hinted to him that we already knew that the person he let go was Zhang Bin, and I think he was a little shaken."

"I thought he would recruit everything as soon as you mentioned Zhang Bin's name." Levi was a little surprised.

"He probably still had a fluke mentality, thinking that we have no evidence, or even if we have evidence, we can't find Zhang Bin."

Levi took two mouthfuls of noodles and asked him curiously: "What do you think is the relationship between him and Zhang Bin? S/M?"

"I don't think so. Qian Zhuomin's speech and behavior did not show S/M tendencies. He looks like a passive and cowardly person, and the caning incident dates back to more than two years ago, when Zhang Bin was only 12 years old." Zong Ming said "So I suspect that Zhang Bin has masochism. Judging from the information sent by Bai Xiaolei, Zhang Bin has excellent grades since he was a child. His parents put almost all the resources of the family on his education. In this case The pressure on the parties will be very, very high.”

While stirring the noodles, Zong Ming said: "If a person's pressure exceeds a certain limit, it will lead to very serious anxiety disorder and the desire to escape self-awareness. Masochistic behavior can free him from this anxiety , to temporarily relieve the pressure brought about by individual responsibility. As Zhang Bin’s mother said, Qian Zhuomin is a very responsible teacher, and Zhang Bin may have developed trust in him through long-term contact, which in turn turned him into a sadist. Qian Zhuomin himself is a fan of 'punishment education' and 'frustration education', and it is almost a matter of course to cooperate with his hobby."

After a pause, he frowned and said, "The only thing I'm not sure about now is whether the whole case was conspired by the two of them, or it was just Zhang Bin's impulsive plan at the beginning, and Qian Zhuomin was passively involved later."

"The two of them, who is the leader?"