I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

About a month ago, on the [-]th night of the [-]th lunar month.

Jiang Xi was sitting in Shengrong Hexian's small private room, the TV was on from six o'clock to ten o'clock, and the food on the table was already completely cold.

There was no heating in the room, and the long wait made the passage of time seem meaningless.

Jiang Xi kicked the stool and stood up, the door of the private room was pushed open at this moment, Yuan Qi walked in, smelling of alcohol and tobacco all over his body.

"I thought you weren't coming." Jiang Xi restrained himself from getting angry.

"You call every 10 minutes, can I not come?" Yuan Qi jerked his chair away, "I remember I told you more than once, don't call my new phone."

"Why? Are you afraid that your cronies will see it?" Jiang Xi folded his arms, with an indifferent expression.

Yuan Qi refused to speak, just picked up a chopstick of pine nut fish, put it in his mouth, it was cold and fishy, ​​almost spit it out.

"Where did you go tonight?" Jiang Xi asked.

Yuan Qi didn't answer, Jiang Xi stepped over and pulled the other party's collar forcefully, and asked sharply: "Where did you go?!!!"

The chopsticks fell out of hand and fell crisply on the tiled floor covered with a thin layer of oil.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Qi stood up, completely annoyed: "Where do you think I'm going? To play? I'm not the same Chihuahua as you now! I fucking have my entertainment! I'm very busy!"

"You're on the bed!" Jiang Xi shook him off forcefully, her face flushed with anger.

Yuan Qi stared at the other party in place, his chest heaved violently, he stretched out his hand and pulled off his tie, and took off his coat.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jiang Xi was going crazy.

"To entertain you!" Yuan Qi unbuttoned the remaining two buttons, and simply tore open his shirt violently, "I want some traces of others on my body, and I will let you do it to death here!"

"You are simply sick." Jiang Xi didn't dare to say anything, "You just use this kind of thing to send me over and over again, and the problems between us will never be resolved."

"Then how do you solve it?" Yuan Qi looked at him with cold eyes.

Jiang Xi shuddered in his heart, but said what he had repeated in his mind many times: "Tell the people around you that Jiang Xi is your boyfriend."

Coming out is never easy, let alone something that can be done with courage.

"You are ruining me." Yuan Qi trembled all over.

"I don't ask you to tell everyone, I just hope that you can be a little cleaner around you." Jiang Xi looked at him, with faint despair in his eyes, "Or you will destroy me."

Yuan Qi's eyes suddenly became sharp, Jiang Xi bent down at this moment, and took out the phone from Yuan Qi's coat on the ground.

"Jiang Xi!" Yuan Qi shouted.

Jiang Xi didn't care at all, and easily unlocked Yuan Qi's phone, and deleted the contact information of his bedmates one by one.

"Give it back to me!" Yuan Qi was completely trembling with anger, and rushed to grab it.

Jiang Xi's eyes were scarlet, and while dodging, his subordinates still did not stop operating until——

Something hit the back of his head hard.

Jiang Xi still kept his eyes open, but he didn't feel any pain. Blood and tears fell almost at the same time.

Yuan Qi held the mouth of the vase tightly with his hands, and smashed it again with all his strength, and the vase shattered.

It wasn't until he saw the blood on his hands that his brain recovered from a blank state. Jiang Xi lay down on the ground with his eyes still open quietly.

He ruined Jiang Xi.

Trembling, Yuan Qi stretched out his hand to touch his breath, and rushed to make sure that the door of the private room was locked.

The phone was thrown and landed on the bottom of the table, blood was splashed on the screen, Yuan Qi's limbs were cold, and he finally dialed the number.

"Hi, uncle, uncle..." Yuan Qi sat on the ground, his pants were soaked with blood, "I'm Yuan Qi..."

"Call record, NO.18 at 31:[-] p.m., you and your uncle Zeng Chaoming." Mu Chen fiddled with the projector in the room, "It's probably a distress call."

Yuan Qi was forced to bury himself in the bloody memories of that night, unable to move for a while.

"Shengrong Hexian closes at 01:30 in the morning. Zeng Chaoming probably has something to do with the owner of this store. After closing, he used the back kitchen to dismember the corpse." Mu Chen continued.

"Then, between 02:30 and [-]:[-] in the morning." Xing Wen took over the conversation, "You dragged the corpse out of the back kitchen, which happened to be a blind spot for monitoring, but you met me."

The projection switched, and the scene drawn by Xing Wen was projected on the curtain. After the door of Shengrong Hexian's back kitchen was opened, the well-disguised Yuan Qi came out with a cigarette in his mouth.

Even though he knew Xing Wen's heaven-defying special skill in advance, Yuan Qi was still so startled that his hands trembled when he saw that the screen was completely reproduced.

"I was so drunk that I was lying next to the lamppost, but you woke me up when you came out." Xing Wen picked up the corners of his lips, "I guess if you weren't so drunk, you might have to cook another one." Body."

This time Mu Chen was shocked.

The screens on the projection were switched one by one, and the blood outside the iron gate appeared at this time, oozing from the big snakeskin bag containing the corpse.

The picture behind is not clear, because Xing Wen soon fell asleep again.

In his eyes at that time, these were just two kitchen workers who got off work late, and they did not arouse any suspicion in him.

However, these few scenes are like threads, entangled repeatedly in the following dreams, and finally a complete net is gradually involved.

"It's probably about this time. One of you suggested that, just in case, you can blame the whole thing on this unlucky alcoholic. Even if the blame doesn't work, it would be nice to disturb the police's sight a little bit." Mu Chen looked blankly. Said with an expression.

"So you left my fingerprints on the murder weapon and the body bag. It went smoothly. I was almost caught." Xing Wen quietly glanced at Wang Xing.

Wang Xing pretended nothing happened and drank his tea silently.

"It's very real and vivid. It's a pity that Xing Zhu is not a painter." Yuan Qi squinted at the picture on the curtain, and he calmed down a little. "But these few pictures can't explain anything, you just painted it Mr. Mu's face, he said he did it..."

"He will never do such a thing in his life." Xing Wen interrupted coldly.

Although Mr. Mu is treacherous, he is essentially a kind and good fox.

Yuan Qi smiled.

"I said at the beginning that you happened to be wearing the shoes that you wore on the night of the crime." Xing Wen said, "Actually, I asked Wang Suo to visit yesterday to confirm whether the physical evidence is still there."

Yuan Qi's expression suddenly became strange: "What do you mean?"

"Luminol reaction, have you heard of it?" Xing Wen rewinds the screen to the moment when Yuan Qi just walked out of the back kitchen, and freezes the frame.

Yuan Qi stepped on the blood oozing out of the snakeskin bag with his shoes on, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened—at this moment, Xing Wen who suddenly appeared attracted his full attention.

"Now just spray the luminol solution on the soles of your shoes, and under the catalysis of blood, you will soon see the blue light." Mu Chen said, "I guess you haven't paid much attention to the blood on the soles of your shoes. I guess you will just clean them after you come back. …After all, you had filming early the next morning.”

Yuan Qi stared blankly at the shoes on his feet, completely dumbfounded.

"How to explain the blood of the deceased on the shoes, you have to think about it." Wang Xing put down the teacup and said calmly.

"Don't think about it." Yuan Qi smiled suddenly, "I killed the man, and the shoes should have been thrown away that night, but Jiang Xi happened to give them to me."

The door of the room was pushed open again, and the two police officers who had been guarding the door came in and handcuffed Yuan Qi.

"Where is your uncle... Zeng Chaoming?" Wang Xing asked as he got up.

"I don't know." Yuan Qi hung his hands motionless, "Since yesterday, I have been unable to contact him."

"I can't escape." Mu Chen said.

Zeng Chaoming has a lot of criminal records. A few days ago, Mu Chen collected a lot of evidence and found a suitable lawyer.

I heard that this old guy found someone to hit Xing Wen, so he must be sued to the bottom of the prison.

Xing Wen blankly glanced at Mu Chen with a stern face, and had a premonition that Zeng Chaoming's life would be lost.

Yuan Qi was detained for detailed interrogation at a later date. With physical evidence and documentary evidence, Wang Xing and the others probably had a lot of work to do to follow up the case.

Xing Wen's right leg is not very comfortable, this time he is still in a wheelchair, and Mu Chen is pushed out of the police station building.

"Isn't it very cool?" Mu Chen pushed slowly.

"Yeah." Once the case was over, Xing Wen completely relaxed, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, "It's just a little bit sunburned, it would be nice to have a roof to cover the sun."

"That's a baby carriage, Baby Xing." Mu Chen said nonchalantly.

Xing Wen: "???"

Xing Wen turned his head, from this angle he could see the beautiful jaw line of the other party, Mu Chen didn't look at him.

"What did you call me just now?" Xing Wen turned back.

A little bit happy and a little bit upset, plus a big man is called "baby", which is somewhat shameful.

My parents never called him that.

"What do you want me to call you?" Mu Chen lowered his head and saw that Xing Wen's ears were a little red. At this moment, he was so happy that he just wanted to push the wheelchair and shake it wildly.

Xing Wen was taken aback, he had heard Mu Chen say this in his dream.

Is it "Baby", "Brother", or...

husband.

Xing Wen's heart beat extremely fast because of this word, and it kept beating wildly on the way back to the hospital in the car.

The whole portrait is about to explode.

The word "husband" feels poisonous, and when I think of it, I keep running the brainwashing cycle of intracranial barrage.

However, Mu Chen didn't say a word, looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

After arriving at the hospital, Mu Chen silently pushed Xing Wen back to the inpatient building.

"Xing Wen." After getting out of the elevator, Mu Chen finally spoke.

Xing Wen responded, feeling that something was really wrong with Mu Chen, as if he was making a decision along the way.

"About your resignation earlier..." Mu Chen thought for a while and said, "I agree."

"..." Xing Wen was stunned for almost three seconds, and said, "I don't want to resign now, and I will go back to work after I get out of the hospital."

"Then I will fire you." Mu Chen said, "This job is not suitable for you."

"Why isn't it suitable? Because something like this happened?" Xing Wen was anxious.

"Except for the part that put you in danger, I'm generally very grateful for it." Mu Chen narrowed his eyes.

"Then..." Xing Wen wanted to say more, but was interrupted by a voice from the ward.

The door of his ward was half open, and there seemed to be an argument inside.

"This is my son's ward, you must have gone wrong." Mom's voice came out.

"I'm not here to meet your son, I hope you can figure it out." A strange male voice paused for a while, "Has my nephew not come back—"

The moment he heard this voice, Mu Chen's whole body seemed to freeze.

The owner of the voice happened to come out of the room and bumped into them.

He was a man with an unshaven beard, tall and rough, but when he looked carefully, he was somewhat similar to Mu Chen.

Mu Chen looked at the other party expressionlessly, and the other party was so excited that he almost jumped up on the spot, waving his arms like a Tie Hanhan and shouting: "Nephew! Uncle misses you to death!"

"Then go to hell." Mu Chen frowned on the spot.

"Huh?" The man was shocked.

Mu Chen put down the wheelchair and left. Before Xing Wen could solve the matter of Mu Chen's firing him, he forcibly turned over the wheelchair and called for someone——

"Husband!" Xing Wen shouted.

It was time for the patients to take a nap, Xing Wenna yelled casually, and it could almost be said to resound through the entire corridor.

However, what he wanted to call was actually "boss", and for some reason he blurted out "husband".

Maybe it was brainwashed by the intracranial barrage all the way back.

Mr. Mu settled in place smoothly after the shout, and turned to look at Xing Wen.

The eyes were bright, and a thin layer of water mist floated, and Xing Wen's figure was in it.

Uncle Huzha had a violent face of earth collapsing mountains and destroying heaven and earth, he rushed out Xing's parents and Xing's mother immediately petrified on the spot.

The author has something to say: Lao Xing: Who am I and where am I? Why do I call my husband QAQ

Fox: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm dead!

Let me see how many people didn't find out in the last chapter, the fox was stuffed by Lao Xing sauce

Everyone thought the fox was crying, but in fact he only cried in this chapter, and the last chapter was just because of cool QAQ

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