purple mist

"Enter." The teacher in charge replied subconsciously.

It was the math class representative of their class, who came in with a pile of homework books on a bitter face, and he hesitated and said: "Teacher, less... a few less books."

"What's going on?" the class teacher frowned and asked.

"Zhang...Zhang Zichen took away Zhang Cheng and Fu Zhaolin's homework yesterday after school, but, but he didn't come to class today...just..." The student's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he almost screamed like a mosquito. There is no difference.

Wang Hongxin said that it would be strange if he could come, and the handcuffs are all put on now.

Teacher Li was about to reprimand him for being irresponsible, how could he let Zhang Zichen take away the homework of other students.However, Wang Hong suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and interjected: "Student, does Zhang Zichen often copy other people's homework?"

The math class representative looked at Wang Hong timidly, and before he could see the abrupt red palm print clearly, he turned back again, stared at his finger that was messing around, nodded, and said in a muffled voice, "Well, not only It’s math homework, and he copied other homework too. But usually it’s returned in the afternoon or the next morning.”

"You just said that he took away two homework?" Wang Hong grasped the point and asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes...he and..." The student carefully raised his eyes to look at the class teacher, and said vaguely: "Qiu...Qiu Yitong. Zhang Zichen takes two copies of all his homework every day, and he gives one to Qiu Yitong. Tong Yiben..."

Wang Hong's eyes widened suddenly. Didn't Zhang Zichen say that he hated Qiu Yitong?Then he would specially help Qiu Yitong copy someone else's homework?

He searched out all his brain cells and held a meeting between thunder and flint, and came to the only conclusion that can be explained.

Zhang Zichen lied.

In the soft and fluffy quilt, Xue Han was lying on his side facing the wall with his eyes closed, revealing a smooth and pale back of his neck. On the one hand, it was to avoid pressing his injured right hand, and on the other hand, it was because there were two people in the room. He thinks that his voice is very low, but in fact he is like two mosquitoes lingering in his ears.

"What is Xue Han used to eating for breakfast?"

"Is the soy milk sweetened or sugar-free?"

"I like fried sugar cakes, how many can I eat at a time?"

When Chen Bingrui asked the first question, Xue Han finally couldn't bear it anymore, gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice: "Officer Chen, are you doing research on human breeding?"

"Oh, did I wake you up? I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Chen Bingrui shook his big tail with a smile, thinking that in this way he could call the patient to get up quickly.

Seeing that Xue Han had woken up, Yan Lingyi, who had been serving as an information repository, crawled to the side of the bed, lightly raised his right hand, raised a corner of the cotton gauze and looked in, and saw that the gauze inside was as white as ever. There was no festering or bleeding, so I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's good. Get up quickly when you wake up, ancestor. Officer Chen bought many kinds of breakfast, and it will be cold in a while."

Chen Bingrui complained in his heart: I don't know if the breakfast is cold or not. If I don't bring him back to the police station, I will be cold.

Xue Han didn't even lift his eyelids, and said lazily in his characteristic long and long tone: "I heard it a long time ago, fried sweet soy milk with shrimp dumplings, fried fried dough sticks with sesame seed soup. I'm afraid there is a breakfast shop in your police station by-industry?"

Chen Bingrui shook his head and smiled, and said leisurely: "That's really not the case. We either deal with criminals every day, or do Tai Chi with people related to criminals. We have no intentions~ I bought these from the breakfast shop downstairs. Yes, I don’t know what kind of food you usually eat, so I bought some of them.”

Hearing this, Xue Han finally rolled his eyes, and jokingly said: "That's really hard work for you, this early in the morning, plainclothes disguised as an early scalper and came to us to do Tai Chi."

Yan Lingyi shuttled between the dining table and the kitchen calmly and calmly between the two of you talking to each other full of fire/drug, as if he was a competent hourly worker rather than the owner of this room.

He picked up a cup of soy milk with added sugar from the table and touched it, thinking that it seemed that it was not too hot, so he took off the cup and poured it into a small milk pot, then folded it back and took out the fried and shrimp that Xue Han usually liked. Dumplings, I plan to put them in a pan and reheat them.

Chen Bingrui squinted his eyes, patted the shoulders of Yan Lingyi who was busy on both sides, and changed the topic: "Brother, how did you say 'fortunately'? The needle in his hand is not sewn properly?"

"Oh, him." Yan Lingyi's face darkened, and he said sadly: "The eldest young master came back yesterday and insisted on taking a bath to his death. He didn't listen to his words, so I had to wrap him with plastic wrap for several times. Circle, let him go."

"What do you know, there is nothing that can't be solved by taking a hot bath." Xue Han wrote lightly, slowly sat up from the bed, took out his intact left hand from the suitcase to change clothes, and was out of breath in Yanlingyi "Yes yes yes" into the bathroom.

Seeing Yan Lingyi's slumped face again, Chen Bingrui speculated for a while, and tentatively said, "He didn't overreact since he came back last night, right?"

Yan Lingyi raised his hand and brushed his forehead hair behind his head. He stared at the bathroom door with narrow and long eyes, and it took a long time before he came back: "No, I fell asleep after taking a bath. I was worried that I would sleep on the floor." Don't step on me to vomit at night, and he slept peacefully all night."

He paused, his eyes dimmed, and he murmured again: "It's me, I get scared when I think about it. If I hadn't called him that way, would no one have found out that he was kidnapped?"

The emotions mixed in that faint tone were too complicated, including lamentation, pity, and rejoicing.

However, Chen Bingrui, the human spirit, seemed to have something unusual to say, and scanned the entire transparent room again.So he asked deeply, "What's the relationship between you two?"

Yan Lingyi was taken aback for a moment, looked at Chen Bingrui with faintly sparkling eyes, and suddenly said with a smirk: "What does Police Officer Chen think?"

"It's hard to say, is it what I think?" Chen Bingrui passed the ball back to the opponent with a smile.

Yan Lingyi didn't hide it, shrugged his shoulders, and said casually: "It depends on his attitude towards me. He regards me as a good brother, and I will only be his good brother. If he betrays his relatives, then I will not only If you want to be his brother, you must also be his family member, until there is someone else to fill in the column of his emergency contact besides me."

Chen Bingrui slowly suppressed his smile, and asked half-truthfully, "Aren't you sad?"

"Sad?" Yan Lingyi raised his eyebrows, and opened his mouth without any hesitation, and replied: "What's there to be sad about, anyway, he doesn't have a girlfriend now in this dead house, so I can occupy it for a few days. Maybe one day I'll fall in love with Don't Face again?"

Cooperating with you is a color control, hey! ! !

Chen Bingrui's forehead twitched, thinking that he just shed bitter tears for this brother in vain.

Afterwards, Yan Lingyi rubbed his chin, with a coveted smile on his face, and said in an unsurprising way: "Actually, your cold vice-captain Lu is the one who suits my taste the most, tsk, it's a pity too much." It's hard, I don't know if I can chew it off."

Deputy Lu, run! ! !Here is a dead man who wants to sleep with you! ! !Chen Bingrui covered his face with his palms and growled in a muffled voice.

"Vice Lu, I just looked through Zhang Zichen's homework book and found that the other students in the same class have only half used their books, but his is brand new. He..."

"He lost his schoolbag once, right?" Lu Wei interrupted what Wang Hong said on the phone as if he was going to a market, and came to the conclusion directly.

Wang Hong's head was like pounding garlic, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not: "That's right! How did you know, Deputy Lu? I even dug out his homework for other subjects and read it!"

Lu Wei didn't explain much, and asked Wang Hong to continue to report other findings. The other party simply relayed the firefighting incident and copying homework before hanging up the phone.

At this time, the office of the police station was filled with the greasy smell of instant coffee and all kinds of breakfast, mixed together by the heater and air conditioner, sucking in and spitting it out like an old smoking gun, so the smell was even more difficult to entangle. It's hard to let go.

Lu Wei resisted the urge to open all the windows, went to the tea room and took two bags of cold spirit granules, and threw them on the cozy table.

Wen Xin, who was blowing her nose, just felt warm, the colleague next to her raised her head from the file in her hand and looked at the back of the vice-captain who was fading away, shook her head and said softly to Wen Xin: "Tell me that it's time for you to catch a cold. , you were sitting by the window again, and Deputy Lu couldn't open the window because of the noise, I'm afraid you're going outside to get some fresh air right now."

"Ah... Then, what should I do then?" Wen Xin suddenly felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her head, her small nose was rubbed red, she stared at her almond eyes and said in a strong nasal voice in horror.

"Hey, hasn't Deputy Lu already expressed his attitude, hurry up and drink the medicine and get well soon."

As soon as the colleague's voice fell, Lu Wei, who was rumored to be ventilating, came back again, and walked into the empty conference room with a straight face.

When Wen Xin and her colleagues looked at each other, Chen Bingrui, who hadn't seen him in the early morning, also pushed the door in.

This person is Xue Han.

He is dressed quite casually today, perhaps because the heater in the car is turned on too much, the coat is only gathered on the shoulders, revealing the loose beige V-neck sweater inside, and the tail of slightly long hair is casually tied behind the neck I made a small shake.The whole person looks quite casual and relaxed, which is quite different from the image of the young man playing the violin.

Of course, if you ignore his hanging right hand.