I have a cub that escapes the boss

A clump of hair quietly passed by the sofa where Ji Hanchuan was sitting, wrapped around Zheng Xin's mobile phone, which had been unlocked with fingerprints, and was about to be handed to Mr. Liang on the balcony.

Ning Ning felt this movement.

She glanced at the ground, and Liang Xiao felt a dangerous aura suddenly approaching.The hair on the ground shrank suddenly, wrapping around Zheng Xin's cell phone.The phone "creaked" and was silently twisted into a ball, water seeped in, and it was completely scrapped.

Ning Ning: "..."

Ji Hanchuan: "..."

There was too much movement, and I could hear it clearly.

Liang Xiao almost cried from fright.

Ji Hanchuan remained expressionless, "There may be evidence in it that the police are looking for."

Liang smiled: "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo——"

Ning Ning said, "Dad, give me the phone."

Ji Hanchuan was surprised, but since his daughter said it, he said, "Xiao Liang, come here."

Liang Xiao cried and chirped, but he didn't dare to disobey him.

Seeing that he was about to get close to the dangerous aura just now.

She was trembling, and Mr. Liang and Mrs. Liang who were on the balcony and at the dining table respectively stood up and walked over worriedly, and said, "Mr. Han..."

Their eyes suddenly widened.

The mobile phone that was strangled by Liang Xiao was restored to its original state in Ji Hanchuan's hands.

What they didn't see was that Ning Ning's hand stayed on Zheng Xin's phone for a short while.

Ji Hanchuan looked at the phone that had been restored to original condition, and his heart moved slightly.

He clicked to check the time and verified his guess.

Compared with the time on the TV, the time on Zheng Xin's mobile phone has been pushed forward by 1 minute.

Ning Ning adjusted its time to 1 minute ago.

Ji Hanchuan said, "Thank you."

Ning Ning thought about it and decided to be a polite child, so she replied, "You're welcome."

The two looked at each other, then both laughed.

Ning Ning said: "I seem to understand, but I don't quite understand."

Ji Hanchuan: "Well, let's talk again then?"

Ning Ning refused him, "It's almost eleven o'clock, I still go to find Cheng Juan."

Her previous "sadness" came and went quickly.After listening to Ji Hanchuan's words, Ning Ning experienced another emotion: from sadness to joy.

This feeling is very wonderful, and it is remembered and experienced by Ning Ning.

At the same time, she felt that her father was right.

Thinking about it now, I feel that Dad has to start drawing today's dice, and I'm afraid he will be busy for a while.As for myself, "looking for Cheng Juan" is just an excuse. In fact, at this very moment, there are several clones of Ning Ning with Cheng Juan in different worlds.

Ji Hanchuan knew this.

But he still nodded and said, "Okay, see you tomorrow?"

Children are older and need their own separate space.

Ning Ning said goodbye to her father.

When the little girl disappeared before his eyes, Ji Hanchuan looked at Zheng Xin's cell phone and asked, "Brother Liang, what did you want this for?"

The illustrations noticed that the dangerous atmosphere seemed to have disappeared.

But still not sure.

Mr. Liang said cautiously: "Just take a look. He is the head teacher with a smile. Maybe there is something left on the phone."

Ji Hanchuan commented: "Well, that's a good reason."

Mr. Liang looked at him and knew what Han Chuan said, but he just didn't believe it.

He himself felt quite pale, no wonder people didn't believe him.

Ji Hanchuan asked: "Do you want to find out who 'Shao You' is?"

Mr. Liang's hands stiffened.

Ji Hanchuan said indifferently: "It can indeed be found. This name is not very common, and there are some news about him. Besides, Brother Lu and the others know that I am from Haicheng—well, you can find him."

The illustrations listened to Ji Hanchuan's speech.

Seeing Ji Hanchuan suddenly laughed, he said, "But you can only see his news online, and you won't really 'find' him."

Shao You is not in this game after all.

Mr. Liang thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'm sorry, I am presumptuous—"

Ji Hanchuan shook his head.

He leaned against the back of the sofa, crossing his legs.Although the wind and rain outside the window remained the same, he remained unmoved.

Zheng Xin who fell on the ground, Ning Qian who was shaking and tossing and turning in the room, and other players in this storm...

They are all different from Ji Hanchuan.

Ji Hanchuan said: "It's normal to be curious and want to find out the answer. If I were you, I should look it up too." As he spoke, he seemed to think this was a very interesting thing, and smiled : "Modern society is still very convenient."

If Mary was here, she might mutter: "How do you say that you come from ancient times?"

But she is not there.

She was bored, looking at the man outside in the mirror.

Just now, Mary heard a distant voice saying, "I believe in Bloody Mary."

At that time, she never imagined that she would be so boring now.

When the man said that, he was standing by the sink.He looked at the mirror, struggled for a while, and finally felt that he still had to give himself an explanation, so he said that sentence.

The painter finally found out.

He originally thought that the most important thing was that Jiang Lin was injured, or that Jiang Lin was on a dangerous mission, and he didn't tell himself.

But things are completely beyond the artist's imagination.

It starts with the news I saw this morning.

The painter originally only paid attention to the news of the typhoon. By the way, I asked Jiang Lin, if the weather is like this, are they still on duty?Then he muttered a few words, saying Xiao Jiang, your broken unit is too inhumane.

Jiang Lin sat down beside him.

The moment he sat down, the artist felt a slight "click" in his heart.

Why does Xiao Jiang... sit so far away from me?

Objectively speaking, Jiang Lin is not far from the painter, only [-] centimeters apart.

But before the two of them were on the sofa, they had done everything they should and should not do. In the most normal times, they were shoulder to shoulder.If it was another time, the artist might just complain, "Xiao Jiang, are you giving me a 'ten-year itch'?"

Then he went over to hug Jiang Lin intimately.

But it was a special situation, and the artist couldn't help but think too much.

He thought: Xiao Jiang doesn't want me to hug him?

why?

In this way, we have not been intimate for many days.

They are all in their 30s and almost 40 years old. The demand for some things has been diminishing.Up to now, when I am not busy, basically two to three times a week.If it's busy, it's mainly because Jiang Lin is busy with work, so it's not sure.

Counting the time, the last time they were intimate was ten days ago.There is an obvious reason for this: Jiang Lin has been involved in a case recently.But even for those few days, after returning home, the two would kiss and hug roughly.The painter prides himself that he is not yet forty, how can he say that he is a "mature man", right?It is not normal to have no desire for the one you love.

But from a certain day, they didn't even kiss anymore.

While the painter was thinking about this, the local news station's report on the typhoon came to an end, and they talked about the theft of the corpse from the funeral parlor.

The painter listened briefly and thought: Who is so wicked.

But he didn't take it to heart.

With so many corpses, transportation is always needed to transport them out.Now Skynet is everywhere, and the police want to investigate. From the painter's point of view, it is an easy task.Besides, after carefully looking at the name of the funeral home, he knew that the place where the incident happened was not under Xiao Jiang's control.All in all, it has nothing to do with you.

He pays more attention to the relationship status of himself and his partner.

So the painter paused the TV and said, "Xiao Jiang, do you have something to hide from me?"

Jiang Lin seemed to be stunned at the time.

He looked at the painter, and—

The painter felt that he was trying to control himself so that he would not turn his head to watch the TV.

Am I wrong?

Not so.Having been with Xiao Jiang for so long, I am too familiar with his body movements.

But this confuses the painter very much.

He could see a little panic on Jiang Lin's face, and Jiang Lin seemed to be trying to suppress this panic, even ignoring that he would show his feet in other things.

He stood up abruptly, said, "I'm going to work," and hurried out the door.

The painter looked at his back, turned his head again, and went to watch TV.

He couldn't understand at all: Does this really have anything to do with Xiao Jiang?

What could it matter?

The painter decided to check it out.

With his technology, it is very easy to enter the information database of the funeral home.

He quickly discovers the identity of the stolen body.

Roughly turned over, most of them are nothing special.The painter recited a few words "Amitabha", which is considered to be in awe of life, old age, sickness and death.Later, he discovered that it also contained several corpses deposited by the police.

This made the painter a little interested.

Just go to the police firewall.

In fact, the Guangcheng police information database was originally built with the help of painters.He did have a professional ethics and didn't leave a back door for himself.But in a yard, he knows best which brick is placed where.It's easy to touch it without any trace.

Next, he saw a photo that had been labeled "unnamed corpse".

The painter's hands and feet suddenly became cold.