can not help

How Funk died, so far there is no conclusion in all aspects. After all, he died in the end, even if he is investigated, it will not be announced to the public.

But the video about the fight on the Internet was quickly cleaned up.The public announcement is nothing more than the fact that the video is a clip of a certain TV series. The clip has been deleted because it was too violent. I don’t know who found it and spread it widely on the Internet, causing panic. The relevant departments have intervened in the investigation of this matter and dealt with those who spread rumors according to law.

As for whether people were actually caught in the follow-up, no one cared about how this matter was handled. At most, a few people would ask what TV series they wanted to watch.

Qian Shucheng stood at the gate of the police station, leaning on his own very cheap car behind him, with a rare cigarette dangling from his mouth, but he didn't light it.

He is not addicted to cigarettes, and he has never smoked this stuff, at least he never touched it before today.

When Murong Ling came out of the police station, he was still wearing the same outfit he was wearing when he left his home yesterday, but he did not know where to put on a peaked cap. I recognized it.

He stood still, watching Murong Ling walking towards him, unceremoniously took the unlit cigarette from his mouth and drank it, then took the lighter from his pocket, opened the door, and sat down. Get in, close the door, and move in one go.It took Qian Shucheng a long time to realize that the cold air mixed in the spring breeze could not calm down the anger in his heart.

Qian Shucheng took a few deep breaths before getting into the cab and starting the car.

Murong Ling had a cigarette in his mouth, and he was flicking the lighter in his hand, it seemed that he didn't intend to light a cigarette.

"Why are you here?"

Qian Shucheng stared straight ahead, unable to see the joy of picking up someone home or the joy of being alive after the catastrophe.He said blankly, "Why do you think I'm here?"

Murong Ling smiled, knowing that it was his own fault, so he didn't make any more noise.

The scenery outside the car became more and more familiar, and Murong Ling remembered what he had promised Qian Shucheng before entering the police station, and his tired spirit tensed up again in an instant.

Qian Shucheng didn't make a sound other than that slightly sarcastic remark along the way, and drove the car straight to the underground garage, and then got into the elevator in silence.

Murong Ling followed behind, but pressed '1' after entering the elevator.

Qian Shucheng raised his eyebrows: "Why, I feel that I am awesome after entering the bureau, and this small temple in my house can't let you go, right?!"

Murong Ling was taken aback for a moment, then raised the cigarette in his hand stiffly: "I... just smoke one cigarette."

Qian Shucheng pressed the '1' violently: "Go home and smoke!"

Murong Ling: "..."

With such a big anger, why did I provoke him again?

Qian Shucheng wanted to beat up Murong Ling, why didn't this person know it?No matter whether Feng Ke was responsible for Murong Ling or not, Murong Ling must be responsible for the video.When he was looking for He Fan, He Fan told him clearly that his superiors ordered him to stay still.Who can let the entire technical department of 'Tomb' stay put on the matter of targeting his boss?But he couldn't tell He Fan, nor could he mention the Meng family, so he didn't even know how to question Murong Ling.

How could Murong Ling know that he was wrong, that he should not put himself in this situation?

Even if he can't really get rid of the potential danger, at least he must return to the original Mr. Murong who was hiding behind the scenes.If ZF really wants to make a fuss about the video on the Internet, it's hard to say whether Murong Ling can get away with it.

If not, why would he go to the Meng family?

The two fell into silence again, and it was not until they entered the house that Qian Shucheng's attitude softened, pointing to the bathroom and saying, "Everything for washing is ready for you, and the change of clothes is also placed there."

Murong Ling burst out laughing with a 'poof'.

Qian Shucheng's awkward look is so funny, it's exactly the same as when he was a child, it hasn't changed at all.

He put the cigarette he had taken all the way on the coffee table, put his coat casually on the back of the sofa, and went into the bathroom.

To be honest, even just staying in the police station for 24 hours is uncomfortable enough.In such a dark room, the only bright stare has been burning people's nerves, and facing a group of people who say that they have nine bends and eighteen bends, and say they are too few, their spirits are at a high level. It would be a lie to say that he is not tired after stretching for 24 hours, not to mention that his body has already been exhausted.

But now even if he is facing Qian Shucheng, he still can't show that he is very tired.

Murong Ling stood upright under the shower, the hot water soaked into the skin little by little, and warmed to the bone in a short while.

Qian Shucheng entered the door without even taking off his coat, picked up the cigarette Murong Ling put on the coffee table, took out the lighter from Murong Ling's coat pocket, lit the cigarette and put it in his mouth.

The smoke was left here by Han Yue. When Qian Shucheng came home that day, he told Han Yue that the box was from Murong Ling. time fell.Before going out today, I was really irritable, so I kicked this pack of cigarettes into my pocket.

As soon as the thick smoke rushed into Qian Shucheng's throat, it caused a violent cough. When the choking smoke passed over his throat, he felt an unbearable burning sensation. Cigarettes are just that.

He held the cigarette between his fingertips and didn't take it in again, just staring at the magazines on the table in a daze.

A model with meticulously combed hair wore an offbeat suit, and the designer, perhaps trying to add a modern twist to the traditional, looked nondescript.The model's face is painted with strange makeup, and the smile on the upright face is so malicious, and even the expression is very suitable for the meaning that the dress wants to express.

Until the sparks were about to disappear into the crevices of the fingertips, maybe a certain spark touched the skin, Qian Shucheng suddenly came back to his senses, pinched the cigarette butt and crushed it on the unconventional and somewhat obtrusive model, the model's clothes were full of design sense Suddenly there was a dark hole.

When Murong Ling came out of the bathroom, Qian Shucheng sat on the sofa as usual.Murong Ling sniffed and smelled a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

smoking?

Murong Ling was wearing the white T-shirt prepared by Qian Shucheng. After washing off his exhaustion, he looked very clean like a student who hadn't graduated yet. His ever-changing eyes were as quiet as an ancient well, and his eyes were as slender as an ink painting. The ends of his eyes disappeared into his wet hair, but Qian Shucheng didn't have the leisure to admire the beauty who just came out of the bath.

"Ready to go out in a while?"

Murong Ling's hair was still dripping, he didn't like blowing his hair, there was no other reason, but he simply didn't like the whirring hot wind.

Qian Shucheng's eyes were still a little dull.

Murong Ling looked at the magazine with a burnt hole on the table, and frowned inaudibly: "When did you start smoking? This habit is not good."

Qian Shucheng's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was a little hoarse from the smoke: "You don't smoke?"

Murong Ling turned his head to look at Qian Shucheng's appearance, and he couldn't tell what it was like, anyway, he was not very comfortable: "You are only as old as I am."

Qian Shucheng turned his head a little stiffly, his face was very ugly: "So you are torturing yourself?"

Murong Ling's tired mind restarted, and after turning several corners, he still couldn't figure out how he was torturing himself.

Qian Shucheng, who looked so unclear, really wanted to pry his head open to see if the structure inside was different from normal people, and then tie his hands and feet and tie him up at home, so he couldn't go anywhere.

Such vicious eyes made Murong Ling lean back cautiously. He was not afraid, but seeing such naked/naked eyes made him really uncomfortable.

It's impossible for Qian Shucheng not to see such subtle movements, he hooked the corners of his mouth and moved along with Murong Ling's movements, but the distance he moved each time was much larger than Murong Ling's, and the two of them were almost touching each other for a moment.

Qian Shucheng's nose almost touched Murong Ling's: "What are you hiding?"

Murong Ling wanted to put some distance away, but the hand on his waist that could feel the warmth through his clothes tightly hugged him.

There was a trace of danger in Qian Shucheng's deep voice, and this trace kept stirring Murong Ling's tense nerves.

"Ask you, what are you hiding from?"

Such a close distance and the voice that was almost suppressed in his throat made Murong Ling, who had always been eloquent, dumb for a moment.

Did he hide?no.I just rubbed back.

Murong Ling swallowed very lightly, gathered up the last bit of dignity and pretended to be calm, "I didn't hide, you're thinking too much."

Qian Shucheng chuckled twice, leaned over and kissed her.

Sure enough, his lips were always cold, even after taking a hot bath, they couldn't get warm enough.

Murong Ling's body trembled subconsciously, and then he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and followed Qian Shucheng's strength to lean back.

Qian Shucheng felt Murong Ling's barely detectable trembling and more and more submissive movements, and his heart felt sore. Warm hands gently comforted his back. Although the movements were fierce, they slowly let go. After slowing down, his tongue deftly swept across the two pieces of coolness, and then drove straight in.

If it is said that Murong Ling was extremely restrained in his desire to escape at the beginning, then after the city gate fell, he fell into a dazed state, and his tight string broke completely when his lips were pried open by the opponent up.

"Brother, Ah Ling."

Qian Shucheng kissed and murmured, his voice revealed naked love and unconcealed uneasiness.

He didn't know why he was so uneasy, maybe it started when Meng Yanzhao told him that Feng Ke might be Murong Ling's move, or maybe it started when he really knew about ZS8301.

He sat on the bed all night last night. At midnight, he even felt that Murong Ling hadn't come back at all. Everything during this period was just a dream of his own. The dream was floating, and when he woke up, he was actually gone long ago. .It wasn't until Qian Shucheng saw himself at the gate of the Public Security Bureau that Qian Shucheng really confirmed that this was not his dream.

He's still there, he's fine.

Qian Shucheng's hand passed through the white T, stroking the smooth back, and occasionally touched a few raised scars along the lines, but lingered for a long time when touching the wound on the shoulder.

This is an injury for himself, and now the wound no longer bleeds, but this scar will never be removed for the rest of his life.

In fact, he still kept those two bullets, but they hid them and no one knew about them.

His hand slowly touched Murong Ling's thin waist.

Murong Ling's body stiffened unconsciously, but it was only a moment before there was any reaction.

Qian Shucheng knew that he had hurt him, not just his body.

He reluctantly left the slightly red and swollen softness that had been trampled by him, and leaned into Murong Ling's ear and said, "Leave it to me."