Netherworld Investigator

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Ms. Wen Qin copied Wen Baifan's heart and soul with a phone call: "Get up quickly and take Liangliang to get your hair cut. After today is the first month, you can't shave your head in the first month."

"I don't." Wen Baifan buried his face on the pillow and muttered, "Let his parents take it, or let Liangliang call me brother from tomorrow on."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll give you half an hour, come here quickly." Ms. Wen Qin hung up the phone resolutely.

Wen Baifan hung up the phone helplessly, thought for a while, and dialed Qiao Kejun's number.

In the hairdressing salon, a man with short pink hair and exquisite facial features was carefully wiping away the slightly smudged eyeliner with a cotton swab, and hummed a popular sad love song emotionally: "The person I love is not my lover, Every inch of his heart belongs to another person, he..." In the mirror, he saw a handsome man walk in, with a smile on his face, he turned to greet him.

"Hello, I'm Alexandra the hair stylist, sir, do you want to do styling?"

Before the words were finished, Wen Baifan walked in with the two children who were playing around, and greeted Alexandra cordially: "Master Wang, long time no see, your face has changed again!"

"Call me Alexandra, okay? I pay 200 yuan for a haircut. When you call me Master Wang, I feel that I lost a zero." Alexandra pouted angrily, and then winked at him, "I finally made up my mind. I am determined to open the corner of my eyes, what, is it more charming?"

"It's so charming, but I was still at [-] when I came back last time. Why has the price increased now?" Wen Baifan complained incomprehensibly, "You are too cruel, Wang Jinsheng."

King Alexandra stomped her feet: "Hmph, order Pierre today, I'm going to treat the handsome guy who came in just now."

Wen Baifan raised his hand at the two hair-washing girls and asked them to take the two children to wash their hair: "Brother Hua is in the shop today, right? Let him cut it. Well, it doesn't dye or perm, and let the children do the rest. Choose yourself."

After explaining, Wen Baifan turned his head and asked Wang Jinsheng, "Who is Pierre?"

Alexandra gave him an annoyed look: "Dumb Hua."

Dumb Hua is not dumb, but he doesn't talk much, he doesn't like to strike up conversations with guests, and he doesn't have the same style of painting as Wang Jinsheng, a peacock who spreads his tail everywhere, so he was given such a nickname.

This person looked very honest, no matter how much he was teased by Wang Jinsheng, he would only smile with a good temper.

Apart from the shortcoming of not being talkative, which can be called an advantage, his workmanship is impeccable, a pair of scissors makes him perfect, and he especially listens to the opinions of customers.Unlike Wang Jinsheng, his head was filled with weird thoughts all day long, and every time he wanted to persuade Wen Baifan to dye his hair sky blue.

Qiao Kejun came out after washing his hair, and Alexandra quickly invited him to sit on a chair, put on a cloth, and skillfully blow-dried his hair until it was half-dry.

He blinked in the mirror, and said cheerfully: "Handsome guy, what look do you want to make? How about I help you cut thin bangs with curved sides, and dye a little brown, your facial features are very three-dimensional, make this look Must be very attractive."

"The board size is fine." Qiao Kejun interrupted him.

Alexandra said coquettishly: "Handsome guy, then it would be great for you to go to the entrance of the village to find Master Wang. He will shave you with a knife and save money."

Wen Baifan couldn't help laughing: "Okay, you can get him a bullet head, shaved off the sides, and the bangs on the pot cover."

"Oh." Alexandra thought for a while, but she was still a little bit unwilling to give up, and she was still muttering, "Do you really not consider dyeing it?"

Qiao Kejun ignored him and silently closed his eyes to rest.

When it was Wen Baifan's turn, Alexandra's attitude was not so attentive.

"Tell me, what head do you want." Alexandra gesticulated on Wen Baifan's head a few times, and said with a smile, "I think the size of the board is quite suitable for you."

"Customers are gods. Do you want to retaliate against God like this?" Wen Baifan took off his glasses, his eyes suddenly blurred. "The old rules will do."

"Your face shape is very suitable for showing your forehead. I will help you thin your bangs. You will be more energetic than you are now with some pomade. This is how you look like a financial genius." Alexandra leaned in front of him After scrutinizing it for a few times, he said bitterly, "Your black-rimmed glasses are really wasteful. If you always appear in front of me wearing invisible glasses, I will give you a [-]% discount when you do the styling..."

Wen Baifan opened one eye, looked at Alexandra's pupils which had been dilated a lot after wearing colored contact lenses, and resolutely refused: "I don't, I just have a lot of money, so I don't care about your expensive craftsmanship that costs 150 yuan a time."

"It's said that the price has increased, two hundred!" Alexandra protested, bent down slightly, glanced at Qiao Kejun who was fiddled with his phone with his head down, and whispered in Wen Baifan's ear, "Brother Ji, you finally bought that kaolin Has the flower been taken? It’s amazing.”

Wen Baifan curled his lips and sighed: "Yes, I'm tormented to death."

On the way back, Qiao Kejun asked him, "Why did that person call you Brother Ji just now?"

"You heard it all, your ears are amazing!" Wen Baifan giggled, "This is a vest, a vest."

In this barber shop, his identity is set as a fund manager in his 30s, gay, nicknamed Ji Ge, an unmarried local, who has been secretly in love with the straight male boss in the office next door for many years.

"The barber shop employees, taxi drivers, and square dancing aunts are the three giants of Kan Dashan. When handling a case, these people are good people to inquire about. When dealing with these people, I often fabricate a completely different story. names and identities to disguise themselves.”

When he was a child, his autistic personality made Wen Baifan good at observing emotions. He has been a policeman for many years, and he has dealt with all kinds of people, and he has a precise grasp of the characteristics of people of different professions.Therefore, whether it is a glib insurance salesman, a rich second-generation idler, a small white-collar worker in a state-owned enterprise who is disliked by his mother-in-law because he has no house and is not allowed to get married, or a goose doctor who has not yet received a degree after three years of graduation, he is addicted to Two-dimensional. Wen Baifan can play all kinds of roles in the nightclub. Wen Baifan can play all kinds of roles vividly.

Wen Baifan raised his eyebrows proudly, "It's great, verbal cosplay."

"Little liar." Qiao Kejun gently twisted the back of his hand.

Qiao Kejun had never experienced the hustle and bustle of this New Year's Eve.At first, I thought it would be a little strange and reserved, but I didn't expect that this is a family that is easy to get along with. There is not much curiosity and enthusiasm for the arrival of their father and son.

As soon as the car was parked and before entering the door, Wen Baifan was stopped by his cousin-in-law, "Xiaofan, come and help, mom bought a lot of things."

Seeing Qiao Kejun, the cousin-in-law greeted Qiao Kejun with a smile: "You are Wen Baifan's colleague, right? Welcome to our house to celebrate the New Year together."

"My God, Ms. Wen Qin, are you doing New Year's goods or building an air-raid shelter?" Wen Baifan opened the rear compartment and sighed.

"What do you know, so there is an atmosphere." Auntie got off the car and looked at a room full of men moving in and out with a smile. Seeing that Qiao Kejun rolled up his sleeves to help Wen Baifan move things, she quickly held him down and chatted. "Liangliang and his parents went back to his grandparents' house for dinner in the evening. In the past, on New Year's Eve, we were the only ones left after their family of three went back. This year, Mr. Qiao, you came just in time."

According to Ms. Wen Qin, everyone is usually very busy, and they have to rest during the New Year and holidays, and they should not waste energy and mood on making meals.So every New Year's Eve, the meals are ordered in the hotel and delivered to the home on time. During the day, everyone gathers together to chat, play cards, eat snacks, and kill time in various ways.

In the bathroom of the living room, Wen Baifan moved closer to Qiao Kejun who was bending over to wash his hands: "You guys were able to chat just now. I didn't expect that. I thought you would be a little uncomfortable. Brother Xiaoxin, let's not talk about it. He and Liangliang just stuffed the chess pieces casually, they can be honest all day long, and they can save money, don’t worry about you adults.”

Qiao Kejun grabbed Wen Baifan's hand, foamed it up and rubbed it together: "Fortunately, your family is quite interesting."

Wen Baifan felt as if there was a slippery fish swimming in his hands, and he couldn't help laughing: "My uncle is very quiet, and no one would chat with him about fishing at home. The time he talked the most at the dinner table, your terminology, such as swinging bait, connecting rods, and intercepting from the bottom, sounds like a killer exchanging signals."

Qiao Kejun turned on the faucet, "Uncle Hu is a master."

After wiping his hands, Wen Baifan walked to the living room, "Come on, go play cards, you really don't know how?"

"Really not."

Wen Baifan looked confident: "It's okay, brother will teach you."

The long mahogany coffee table was cut into two areas. On the other side, my uncle was playing chess with Qiao Xin, holding his cheek cos a real gentleman.As for the poker field, it was my aunt and my cousin who were playing.

"I'll show you a hand, watch it." Wen Baifan blinked his eyes at Qiao Kejun, just as he finished speaking, he picked up a stack of poker with one hand, and the cards fell into his palm, with the index finger as the axis, between his slender fingers Fly freely and flexibly.

As he moved, the cards made a melodious and rhythmic sound, which was refreshing.

This set of smooth and smooth card cutting movements is really beautiful, but it's a pity that it is not directly proportional to Wen Baifan's card skills.

The cousin-in-law explained to Qiao Kejun with a smile: "The loser will not only have to pay a fine, but also shuffle the cards. This is how Xiaofan's flower cutting skills were developed."

After losing several times in a row, Wen Baifan lost all the change in the drawer. When he was feeling depressed, Qiao Kejun took the cards in his hand and said calmly: "Get out of the way, I'll do it."

Wen Baifan was not convinced: "Don't you know how?"

"Look at two and you'll be fine." Qiao Kejun sat down calmly.

The cousin laughed and said, "Oh no, look at this posture, it looks like a master."

"Don't be afraid, Fanfan is also very good at looking at his posture, and he shows timidity as soon as he plays a card." Wen Qin smiled and glanced at his son-in-law, "A person like Ayao is a master, and he wins the most every year."

Half an hour later, the cousin-in-law threw the cards on the table and said in disbelief, "Brother Qiao is a man of magic, he can count any cards in my hand."

Wen Baifan happily counted the money in the drawer, and patted Qiao Kejun on the shoulder with satisfaction.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the cousin's family got up to go home, and the game ended.After sending the little grandson out of the house, my uncle touched Qiao Xin's head that had just been trimmed and asked, "One more game?"

"Okay." Qiao Xin nodded, as if he regarded the opponent as an ordinary chess player in words, even though the opponent was older than his grandfather, "I will change the number this time and see how you take the move..."

Wen Qin looked at the figure of an old man and a young man walking into the study together, and said to Qiao Kejun with a smile: "Our old man has a bit of a strange hobby. He likes to play with things that smell like birds and flowers by himself. This is the first time I have seen him. He gets along so well with other people, you father and son are so special."

"Yeah, my uncle actually gave you flowers, that's his second life." Wen Baifan ate the melon seeds, a little bit, "As for the kind of orchids he gave you, there are still several pots in the yard. If you touch him, you will scream for a long time."

"It wasn't you, who smashed the daffodil balls he had so hard to get into garlic." Wen Qin pointedly exposed him mercilessly, "You are so careless, let alone orchids, you must not even be able to keep a cactus alive."

Qiao Kejun put his fists to his lips and coughed lightly to cover up his smile, but Wen Baifan still noticed him sharply. He squinted at him and said to his aunt, "Then you are mistaken, my family is now There is a catnip plant, which is so full of vitality that it is almost ready to grow."

"Blow it and you go." Wen Qin didn't believe it at all, stood up and said to Qiao Kejun, "Ah Jun, have some snacks first, and I'll get you the photo album."

"Since when did your family raise catnip?" Qiao Kejun looked at Wen Baifan with a half-smile.

Wen Baifan said sourly: "Yes, why not. Humanoid, 1.8 meters [-] in height, where my son is around, my son can't walk. He rolls around at his feet, his mouth is still ecstatic. Humph, the high-cold aura is gone, it's a great disgrace to the cat world." He yawned, and naturally took out the keys from Qiao Kejun's pocket, "Speaking of which, I'll go home and feed the cat first. Otherwise, my son will be starved to death, and the neighbor's dog will suffer."

Not long after Wen Baifan went out, Wen Qin took out the photo album.

"Where did that kid go? Forget about him, let's look at the photos of Fanfan when he was young."

Qiao Kejun turned to the first page, and what came into view was a little baby. He was wearing a wool hat on his head, holding a sock in his little hand, his mouth was slightly open, the corners of his mouth were naturally turned up, and his eyes were bright. Looking at the camera without timidity, his expression is mysteriously similar to that of Pikachu in Pokemon.

Wen Qin stroked the face of the child in the photo with nostalgia: "Fanfan looked like his mother when he was young, but he looks more like my brother when he grows up."

It is not difficult to see that Wen Baifan at that time was a little baby who was loved all the time. In the photos, he was always hugged by his mother or riding on his father's neck.The eyes of the parents, despite the yellowed photo paper and the long years, can still make people see the love in them.

It's a pity that the warm scene came to an abrupt end after Wen Baifan was eight years old.

"From junior high school to university, he has been attending boarding school. During the winter and summer vacations, his father's old friends from back then took him to travel around, so throughout the year, I only spend a few days with him." Qiao Ke They all looked at the album following Wen Qin's gaze. "I always thought that he was young and ignorant, so I didn't take it too seriously. After all, Fanfan was stupid since he was a child, and he only started to remember things when he was eight years old. But I didn't expect that the death of his parents hit him much harder than I imagined. .”

There are only a few photos of Wen Baifan when he was a teenager. He seems to be subconsciously avoiding the camera. His whole body is covered with a layer of gray shadows. His thick bangs almost cover his eyes, and he is slightly hunched. Smile, but still feel gloomy.In Wen Baifan at that time, there was no shadow of him, whether it was the past or the future, as if it was a period of time that appeared out of thin air.

"The child's personality has become more sunny now, but I know that he is actually very thoughtful, and sometimes he acts cheerful just to reassure me. Hey, Auntie doesn't know why she suddenly wants to tell you this. It's Chinese New Year... But it can be seen that you must have a good relationship." Wen Qin's smile was full of sadness and affection, "From childhood to adulthood, you are the only friend he brought home except for Xiaofeng."

Qiao Kejun pursed his lips and did not speak. He silently turned another page and saw a big group photo. "This is the laughing wind."

Wen Qin opened a pair of presbyopic glasses, put them on carefully, and carefully identified the person in the photo, "The two of them went to the same university, but with different majors. Fanfan studied investigative studies, and Xiaofeng studied law. Special student. I heard that the two met in an online game, but I didn't expect the relationship to become so good. Look at this photo, Fanfan is more energetic."

The photo should have been taken in summer. Both of them were wearing short sleeves and jeans, and they were also wearing black and white wristbands, with capital letters E and G faintly visible on them.Wen Baifan smiled shyly, but the gloom between his brows and eyes was gone.At that time, he cut a blunt mushroom head, which was cute and silly.

Beside him, Tang Xiaofeng casually put his hands on Wen Baifan's shoulders, and the corners of his mouth curled up. His movements and expressions, which were originally a little ruffian, looked chic and handsome on him.

In the photo, the two people's temperaments have a wonderful complementarity, and their expressions and actions reveal a tacit understanding of no one else. Outside the photo, Qiao Kejun, who is as calm as Qiao Kejun, can't help but feel an inexplicable irritability in his heart.