purple mist

In the empty tea room, there is only the slight sound of electrical current.

boom!

The door was knocked open suddenly, and bounced back when it hit the wall, and it was about to hit a young man who was forced to come in.

Suddenly, a hand quickly supported the door panel, and the secondary injury was avoided.

Another man with a stronger and taller figure also squeezed into the tea room, and directly pushed the former against the table in the tea room.

"Why are you crazy?! Well..."

Xue Han frowned in dissatisfaction, but Lu Wei lowered his head and closed his eyes, kissing him.

Unlike in the past, Lu Wei's movements were extremely light, and he touched them soothingly.

His hands were only vaguely covering Xue Han's tight waistline, almost only touching the clothes.

Xue Han was taken aback by Lu Wei's excessive tenderness, his shoulders and neck slowly relaxed again.

Ever since Lu Wei pierced the faintly visible window paper, Xue Han never deliberately touched him again.

Maybe it's because of seriousness, maybe it's because I want to calm myself down and think about this unexpected relationship.

But when Lu Wei kissed him softly again, the bloody smell in his nasal cavity was replaced by the light grass smell from Lu Wei's body, and Xue Han felt his eyes hot for no reason.

He closed his eyes, how could this man who was obviously full of hostility be so careful with him?

Xue Han suddenly pushed Lu Wei's shoulder hard, and Lu Wei stepped back two steps obediently, leaning against the wall of the tea room.

Lu Wei looked at Xue Han who had lowered his eyebrows, and said peacefully: "It's better..."

His pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes dimmed, and he gently closed his eyelids again.

——Because Xue Han bullied him and kissed him again.

Hasty, rude, and wholeheartedly vented all the restlessness and panic in my heart.

It seems that the turmoil outside the gate has nothing to do with them.

……

When Lu Wei and Xue Han walked out of the building keeping a distance of two bodies, Xin Xin who was standing by the side of the road and waiting brightened.

But thinking back to what Team Zhang explained just now, Wenxin pursed her lips again, and watched Xue Han's face worriedly and cautiously.

It's okay, it's just a little pale and expressionless, and there is no decadence.

Xue Han paused, turned around thoughtfully, raised his head and glanced from top to bottom like a diamond, emitting all the faint light and shining like a honey talk building.

He lingered on the yellow warning tape downstairs and the standing policeman for a while, then slowly retracted it.

The moment of confusion and loneliness is so suffocating.

All this was quietly taken into Lu Wei's eyes. He wanted to go forward and ruffle Xue Han's hair, but the extremely arrogant "Master, I am Xue Han" still lingered in his ears.

So he didn't do it.

This little thing is far tougher than he imagined.

What he needs to do is to give respect and tolerance.

"Deputy Lu." Wenxin said hello to Lu Wei, but she couldn't help but cast a glance at Xue Han and said, "Captain Zhang said that you are still on suspension, and it is not convenient for him to talk to you face to face, so let you call later." His personal phone."

Lu Wei said "Yes", seeing Wen Xin's hesitant expression, so he asked, "What? Is there anything else?"

Wen Xin puffed up her two chubby cheeks as if to muster up courage, and made a standard right turn and stood facing Xue Han.

But when she raised her eyes to look at Xue Han, she lost her breath when the words reached her mouth, and her cheeks deflated quickly like balloons that had been pricked by needles.

How should I say this...

Xue Han looked at Wen Xin's little face that looked like he had eaten a bitter gourd raw, he bent his eyes in amusement, and joked in a drawn-out tone: "Hey, Miss, what's the matter? Do you want to confess your love to me?"

"I don't have it!" Wen Xin widened her eyes and stammered, "I... I just... just want to..."

Xue Han let out a sneer from his throat, he shook his head lightly, looked at Wen Xin quietly, and said with a rare bit of sincerity: "I'm fine, thank you."

After all, he seemed to smell a strong smell of blood mixed with disinfectant again...

——In the tool room that was pushed away, Xue Bin stood there quietly with his head down, holding a sharp knife in his left hand and a bloody thing in his right hand.

The viscous dark red liquid exudes an unpleasant smell, sticks to the short hair, and hits the ground continuously along the tip of the knife.

The overturned disinfectant bottle, the transparent liquid slowly washed away the blood on the ground, and was once again occupied by scarlet.

The source is a man who is constantly convulsing and convulsing due to excessive blood loss.

In Xue Han's blurred vision, there is overwhelming black and red.

The pungent smell invaded his brain along his nostrils, and his fingers couldn't help curling up. He was dazed, and heard the same dazed "Brother".

At this moment, the sound of those guns being drawn mixed with the words "Don't move" and "Call an ambulance" filled his mind, and he seemed to see Xue Bin trembling for a moment in the darkness.

He unconsciously raised his hand to push away the policeman with his back turned away, wanting to say not to shoot.

But before his hand touched the policeman, Lu Wei forcibly grabbed his shoulder and dragged him away.

It shouldn't be like this...

"He will be fine for the time being, please calm down first."

"Why are you crazy?! Well..."

When the comforting kiss fell, Xue Han's consciousness finally came back.

Returning to reason, I finally figured out what was wrong...

……

Lu Wei changed his usual driving style of a street killer to driving a bullock cart.

Fortunately, Xue Han propped his hands on the car window and propped his head up. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't notice that the slow speed of only twenty miles was actually driven by that Lu Wei.

When he found an old lady cheerfully passing them on a bicycle at a constant speed on the non-motorized lane, Xue Han finally frowned slightly, and turned to Lu Wei inexplicably: "Officer Lu, how old are you?"

Lu Wei glanced at him indifferently, held the steering wheel firmly and said, "Thirty."

Xue Han stretched out a slender finger, pointed to the old lady on a bicycle who was almost out of their sight, and said in a cold tone: "I think this person should be at least sixty, and he is more agile than you."

"You're always going to be strong." He raised his eyes, swept Lu Wei up and down undisguisedly, and repeated, "You're always going to be strong."

Lu Wei nodded his head in a 'beneficial' way, and was finally willing to step on the accelerator more.

He thought for a while, and was about to say something.

"Shh."

A finger that didn't even bother to straighten it lightly touched Lu Wei's lips, and he swallowed the words obediently.

The owner of the finger slowly retracted his hand, slowly closed his foggy eyes, and said in a low voice, "Let me think about it myself first."

Why on earth did it become like this.

The man with several knives in his body lying in the tool room was indeed Qin Bo who called for help, and they rushed to find him.

Even though the ambulance personnel were already on standby downstairs, according to the amount of bleeding at that time and the degree of Qin Po's convulsions, Xue Han was not surprised that he was probably dead before the ambulance personnel arrived.

A fine living person whose blood has been emptied alive...

Xue Han pressed his temple heavily, trying to clear out all the noisy voices in his brain.

"Which hand is Xue Bin's dominant hand?"

Xue Han lazily raised his eyelids rather dissatisfied, and squinted at Lu Wei, who still couldn't help being a driver and was empty, lonely and cold.

Lu Wei turned a blind eye to his gaze, stared straight ahead at the traffic lights ahead, and wrote lightly: "I've asked you to think about it for yourself first."

Tsk, word play.

"The right hand." But Xue Han still answered, "If I read correctly just now, the knife is in Xue Bin's left hand, right?"

While speaking, he took off the thin ring from his finger, then pulled Lu Wei's right hand from the steering wheel, and tried to put the ring on his ring finger as if nothing had happened.

As a result, Lu Wei's knuckles were much wider than his, and he couldn't fit them in at all.

Lu Wei's eyes dimmed, but he let him toss around, and gave a low "hmm".

The ring was retracted and held in the palm of his hand, Xue Han turned to hold Lu Wei's hand and looked at it over and over again, but the slightly slack amber eyes betrayed his inattention.

Lu Wei felt that Xue Han was stroking the gun callus on his hand, it was a little itchy, so he moved his fingers uncomfortably...

"Tsk, don't move!"

Well, the young master has lost his temper today.

Fortunately, Lu Wei's car has an automatic transmission. If it dares to be a manual transmission, does he have to apply in advance every time he changes gears?

"Xue Bin has congenital painlessness." Xue Han's brows were involuntarily stained with frost and snow. He put his hand on Lu Wei's, and said with a clear mind: "If he wants to kill a People, what he pursues is the pain of a knife. It is not a method that can kill a person in a short time by cutting off the main artery and bleeding."

Lu Wei glanced at the fingers that were slender than his own, and remembered the knife marks on Xue Han's arm, and immediately understood.

He asked knowingly, and bridged Xue Han's train of thought: "You mean someone is going to frame Xue Bin?"

But to Lu Wei's surprise, Xue Han did not continue to analyze according to his own words.

—— Xue Han refused him to comfort himself in this way.

He just silently put his fingers interlaced between Lu Wei's.

Lu Wei's heart skipped a beat.

Xue Han lowered his eyebrows, slowly tightened his fingers, and suddenly said heartlessly: "I don't have a good relationship with Xue Bin, so why bother with him? He appeared there at that time , most likely the murderer."

After a pause, he continued: "No matter how we guess, it can't be as intuitive and enjoyable as the evidence."

"For example." Xue Han lifted the hands of the two people with their fingers interlocked, half-closed his eyes dangerously, and said faintly: "Actually, my dominant hand is the left hand."

Lu Wei calmly forced himself to divert his attention from his right hand, looked at the red light in front of him and slowly stepped on the brakes, and said "really?" unhurriedly.

Sudden……

"Officer Lu, are you holding my hand like this today?"

Lu Wei was stunned, and the moment he turned his face to the side, he looked straight into a pair of eyes that were waiting for a rabbit.