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The washing machine on the balcony squeaked and turned, and after washing it again and again, I was so tired that I was foaming at the mouth.

But its unconscionable owner took off a set of sheets and quilts from nowhere, and placed them on top of the washing machine to line up.

—Ham, ​​it really paid too much for this family.

Lu Wei looked down at his phone while walking out from the balcony.

"The situation is not good for Xue Bin."

"Huh?" Xue Han, who was leaning on the sofa, lifted his eyelids and glanced at him wearily, then slowly closed them, and asked in a strong nasal voice: "What? Only Xue Bin went to the tool room at that time?"

"It looks like this from the monitoring." Lu Wei picked up the prepared cold spirit on the table and handed it to his mouth, "It's not hot anymore, drink the medicine."

The granules of Chinese patent medicines always have a strange medicinal taste. It is bitter, but not too bitter, and it seems to be sweet, but it is definitely not delicious.

Xue Han frowned rather disgustingly, but still honestly drank the medicine in Lu Wei's hand, until the cup was bottomed out, then he tapped his mouth, pointing out: "Officer Lu, you know that you What is an act called?"

Lu Wei lowered his eyes and thought, "Correction after a dead sheep?"

"The sheep didn't run away." Xue Han felt annoyed and amused by Lu Wei's metaphor, and couldn't help complaining, "But why do I feel that you are not a sheep herder, but a wolf grandma?"

"Feel sorry."

"Ah?" Xue Han blinked. He was just joking, but he didn't expect to get a serious apology in return.

Lu Wei put the cup back on the table, leaned over and rubbed Xue Han's soft hair, and said in a low voice, "Don't tease me like this next time."

With deep eyes, he stared fixedly at Xue Han's eyes that were still a little red, and said slowly: "In your matters, my self-control is far lower than you expected."

How about sorry?Why does it sound like his fault?

"Hey." Xue Han put his arms around his chest, raised his eyes, and said exaggeratedly and sarcastically: "It seems that I am so charming that even Officer Lu, who has always been known for his calm and calm, can't hold back? Is it my fault? "

"Correct."

"..."

OK.

Xue Han, who was speechless after being choked by a single word, rubbed his sore waist and decided to get back to business: "So what? You were called back to work?"

Lu Wei nodded, took a cushion from the other side of the sofa and put it on the young master's waist, and wrote lightly: "It's just a three-day suspension."

"Xue Bin didn't cooperate, and according to Chen Bingrui, the lawyer Miyu found for Xue Bin was vague. It didn't seem like he was in a hurry to defend him, but more like delaying time."

He paused, and then continued: "There is also Qin Bo's death, which led to the cutting of the clues of the previous two murder cases. Someone must give an explanation."

Xue Han nodded absently, and asked politely, "Are you going back to the police station now?"

"Well, I shouldn't come back at night, you should go to bed early."

"Oh, then go get busy."

That excessive obedience made Lu Wei frown, but he simply cleaned up, grabbed the car keys and rushed back to the police station.

Although Xue Han has been emphasizing since last night, this is not Lu Wei's fault.

Even when his uncontrollable saline slipped from the corner of his eyes, he still hugged Lu Wei tightly, repeating the same sentence intermittently over and over again.

The clumsy and straightforward comfort, actively and passively endured the various emotions that Lu Wei had dug out until he lost consciousness.

The curtain of the day unfolded again, and the self-blame and guilt in Lu Wei's heart did not weaken, but inexplicably, those decadent perceptions were far away from him.

It seemed that there was a person standing in front of him, Hengdao stopped them immediately, and then gave Lu Wei a hard push.

Use this almost hypnotic method to force him to look forward and stop the dominoes from falling.

……

Inside the police station.

With a livid face, Wang Hong slammed the door of the interrogation room shut, his knuckles cracked, and strode towards Deputy Lu's office.

Wenxin was spitting and expounding the collected evidence to Lu Wei who was absent yesterday.

These include the murder weapon, blood samples, cause of death, and more.

But she didn't know if it was a warm illusion, she always felt that Lu Wei didn't seem to be interested in this information, as if she had already guessed it.

When Wang Hong opened the door and came in, Lu Wei raised his hand to interrupt Wen Xin's voice, and raised his chin at Wang Hong, signaling him to speak first.

"Vice Lu, this Xue Bin is so daring! You have been appointed to interrogate him!" Wang Hong furrowed his thick eyebrows and said angrily, "A murderer treats the police station as a place to listen to music... Lu Deputy, how about we punish him?!"

Lu Wei glanced at him coldly, Senhan said: "If you have the ability, repeat this sentence to Team Zhang, and see if it is you who punished Xue Bin, or you were punished."

In an instant, Wang Hong fell silent like a gourd whose mouth had been sawn off.

"You just said that Xue Bin's cat is dead?" Lu Wei turned to Wen Xin again, his eyes darkened.

"Ah." Wenxin's head was dotted like garlic, and her face was quite regretful: "It's a pretty cat, and it was stabbed several times."

Lu Wei tapped the seam of his straight trousers a few times with his fingertips, then raised his eyes and asked, "When did the cat enter the tool room on the surveillance camera?"

"Hmm..." Wen Xin pondered for a moment, flipping through the file folder in her hand.

Before she could answer, Lu Wei understood the meaning.

Lu Wei's eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "I see, you can go back."

"Wang Hong, follow me to the interrogation room."

"what?!"

After receiving the eye knife that he hadn't seen for a long time, Wang Hongcai followed Lu Wei's footsteps awkwardly.

Xue Bin sat quietly in the interrogation room, looking at his hands with gloomy eyes.

A glass of clear water was suddenly placed by his hand.

When Xue Bin raised his eyes, he was facing a pair of eyes as deep as the sea.

"Can you cooperate with the investigation now?" Lu Wei looked at him expressionlessly, "Boss Xue."

Accompanied by the sound of metal colliding, Xue Bin raised his finger and pointed at Wang Hong, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let this Crayon Shin-chan go out, I'm annoying to see him."

"You!!!!" Wang Hong's brains were about to explode from this anger.

Crayon Shin-chan Crayon Shin-chan, from the first time Wang Hong entered this interrogation room, his real name was erased by the president, and he changed his name to Crayon Shin-chan ever since.

It's no wonder that Wang Hong's face is so pale. He has heard of racial discrimination, but has he ever heard of eyebrow discrimination? !

"Wang Hong, get out." Lu Wei looked at Xue Bin from top to bottom, without averting his eyes, and ordered in a deep voice.

There were only two people left in the interrogation room.

Xue Bin smiled darkly. He seemed to be used to restless sleep. Sitting dryly for such a long time did not consume much of his energy: "You are Lu Wei."

It is neither an interrogative sentence nor an affirmative sentence.

Lu Wei took a chair and sat down, said lightly and calmly: "It's not necessary to report yourself, let's talk about it practically."

The dark eyes stared at Lu Weiwei for a long while before Xue Bin said with a little deep meaning: "Don't you thank me?"

Lu Wei raised his eyes and glanced at him, then asked in a deep voice, "Thank you for what?"

"Let me think about it." Xue Bin picked up the glass of water, took a sip, bit the paper cup with his teeth, squinted and said, "Thank you for covering up the news for you?"

He said it very cryptically, but Lu Wei understood that Xue Bin was referring to the fact that he made his own smoke/bomb to take Xue Han away from the Miyu Building.

Lu Wei lightly hooked the corners of his lips, bent his fingers and tapped the table, and said quietly: "I thought you were going to say, thank you for staying sweet words for your brother Xue Han."

Hearing this, Xue Bin's face suddenly sank.

But Lu Wei had no intention of entangled with him on old things, so he changed the subject neatly: "Do you know who is in the tool room?"

Xue Bin bent the corners of his mouth evilly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I know, your internet policeman, Qin Bo."

Lu Wei didn't raise his head, he was holding a signature pen to write and draw, and wrote lightly: "This person deliberately revealed some information to me a long time ago. Does Mr. Xue know about this?"

Deliberately disclose information?

A trace of bewilderment flashed across Xue Bin's eyes, but he still replied, "I know."

"Let's talk after you think about it." Lu Wei's tone was cold, "It won't do you any good to lie to me."

After giving orders at the top for a long time, Xue Bin felt very repulsed and uncomfortable with Lu Wei, a person with a strong natural sense of oppression.

He tilted his head, and asked in a nonchalant manner, "Don't you ask me why I killed someone?"

After the tip of the pen paused, Lu Wei put the signature pen aside, crossed his fingers, raised his head expressionlessly, and asked kindly, "Okay, then why did you kill someone?"

Xue Bin looked at Lu Wei with bloodshot eyes for a long time, then slowly pulled the corners of his mouth, and said word by word: "I don't want to tell you."

Hearing this, Lu Wei was not annoyed, and let out a sneer from his chest: "I guess so."

But he paused, his eyes darkened, and he said slowly: "However, I'm afraid you don't know why you want to kill him, do you?"

Xue Bin was taken aback, and a suspicious look crossed his face, which could not escape Lu Wei's eyes.

Lu Wei watched his self-struggling expression indifferently, and raised his wrist to look at his watch after a while.

About a minute and a half.

"President Xue thinks about it slowly." Lu Wei took up his pen again, and said flatly: "Your lawyer is not very good, I'm afraid you will have to stay here for a while."

Xue Bin frowned, and the deep furrow revealed his irritability: "Then what are you doing?"

Lu Wei: "Write a sincere self-criticism to your boyfriend."

Xue Bin: "????????????"

……

The news that the president of Sweet Talk Jewelry Group was suspected of murder spread like wildfire. No one took the initiative to disclose the information, but no one deliberately kept it secret.

It was as if someone wanted the news to spread faster and faster.

Several major shareholders and corporate executives looked at each other, putting them together like a plate of paint.

"No, we have to find a way to suppress the news." An elderly shareholder with a white beard frowned and said.

"I agree! Don't underestimate public opinion!"

"Yes! How can this go on? Do you want the reputation of honey words?!"

"That's right, water can carry a boat and overturn it! This kind of scandal..."

There was a lot of response, and with a start, several other shareholders also put forward their own opinions.

But the executives of the company still kept a sad face and remained silent.

"Hey~"

A playful laugh came in from the back door of the large conference room.

Everyone was taken aback, how could the sweet talk at this time be lifeless?Who can laugh?

Immediately, everyone turned their heads in unison.

A young man in rather casual clothes stepped on his toes, opened the door, and squeezed in with his long legs.

He bent his knee as if to be annoying, and kicked the door back again.

"This door has been broken for so many years, and you haven't repaired it yet?"

He staggered and paced towards the front hall, his tone was very casual, and he had a nasal sound like a cold, which was very mocking in the ears of several executives.

"Who are you?" The white-bearded shareholder stared and blew his beard, and shouted sternly.

As he got closer, the faces of several business executives gradually turned pale, as if they had seen a ghost.

The slender young man ignored him, closed his eyes half-closed, shook his head and said, "Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. It's a saying that applies everywhere."

He casually pulled a chair away and slumped in, but his movements froze for a moment.

The young man moved calmly, and then smiled harmlessly.

"I can help you, free of charge, does your company need it?"