The tool man is being targeted by the hero [Quick time travel]

In the criminal investigation office at [-] o'clock in the evening, all those who went out to work came back, those who worked overtime worked overtime, and those who went home returned home. Only the things of Deputy Team Zhang were still on the desk, but no one was there.

On the other side of the Narcotics Control Office, the deputy captain also disappeared.

The tea room next to the two offices was completely dark at this moment, only the light from the street lamps came in through the open windows, illuminating the two sneaky figures inside.

"Does it have to be in such a dark place?" Huawen asked in a low voice, somewhat helplessly.

"Can't be known by others." Zhang Hedu said coldly, and sensed the embarrassment of the painting, so he couldn't help asking him, "Can you see it?"

The picture text can't laugh or cry: "My eyes are fine! It's okay to touch a needle in the dark, take it off, I'll do it."

Zhang Hedu took a deep breath, mixed with a little nervousness, and then stretched out his hand towards Huawen: "Come on."

After a while, Zhang Hedu took off his shirt. Huawen did not expect that in such a cold day, he only wore a vest underneath, and his strong biceps were revealed after taking off his clothes, forming a perfect inverted triangle shape. Down is a thin waist and slender legs.

The dim light illuminated his honey-colored skin, and there were several healed scars on his chest and shoulders. He was wearing a man's medal. With the cold wind stimulating and tightening his skin, hormones gradually radiated in the dim room.

Huawen glanced a little enviously, and after working for a while, seeing that he was looking out the window without paying attention to himself, he glanced again.

"What are you looking at?"

Huawen didn't expect to see even a look in his eyes, so he didn't dare to raise his head to answer directly, so he could only casually say: "Look at the scars on your body, where did they come from?"

Zhang Hedu seems to be very relaxed at this time, leaning against the edge of the window, holding his arms leisurely, his deep voice is like the white sand left by the receding sea tide, stroking people's eardrums: "The thing on the back and shoulders is the same fire. When I was hacked, the group of people took stimulants and had no strength to hold a machete, so I only got such a little injury when I picked fifty."

Huawen was startled, and couldn't help laughing again: "One pick fifty, are you the God of War?"

"The boss of the ghost who is in the prison really said that about me, calling me Ares, the God of War," Zhang Hedu teased himself, and his tone was calm. He pointed to the scar on his chest, "This It's because of that ghost, if it wasn't because I didn't have a pot to take over his trading line at that time, I would be his bodyguard when I was full."

Huawen quietly traced the scars on his body with his eyes, each of which touched Huawen's heart, as if feeling empathy, he was lightly stabbed, because Zhang Hedu said lightly, the knife did not hurt, but the heart followed Slight twitch.

Forcing himself to divert his gaze, Huawen saw the back of Zhang Hedu's right hand. The scar was more conspicuous, messing up the slender and distinct metacarpal bones, as if he had been cut by a horizontal knife while parrying.

"Oh, this way, you should be familiar with it." Zhang Hedu said so suddenly, but he was stunned by the picture.

"Familiar? What am I familiar with?"

"Three years ago, that kid who sold me chopped it up." Zhang Hedu glanced at Huawen's frozen figure lightly, "You don't know that."

"Gao Rong...he didn't say it, but he still thanked you for not killing me. Who knew he..." Huawen smiled coyly, thinking that he had been deceived by that tuberculosis ghost. It's conscientious, I didn't expect it!

Zhang Hedu was noncommittal: "The kid surnamed Gao is used to being clever, he talks nonsense when he sees people, and half of the truth is half of the lie. I don't know which half is true and which half is false. It's normal to be deceived."

Huawen only felt a little pain in the face, but he really didn't trust Gao Rong very much. Even though he was already terminally ill at the time, Huawen was careful when asking and recorded the audio in private, otherwise the criminal investigation team would not be able to grasp the current clues. Others ran away.

"He thought I was going to kill him at the time, so he gave me a backhand knife in order to survive. If he didn't block it with the back of his hand, he could have scratched my eyeballs." Zhang Hedu stopped looking at Huawen to put pressure on him, "So you borrow The money is for him to be released on bail, and I have nothing else to do except anger."

Hua Wen was immediately annoyed: "He at least confessed to the man with the tattoo! If it wasn't for him, you would never have thought of who is harming you!"

Zhang Hedu let out a "huh" and nodded his head: "That's true, the vice-team painter's quick mind is a must." He also applauded him as he spoke.

Hua Wen was so angry that he lost his temper, tore off the thread in his hand, shook Zhang He Du's shirt vigorously, and threw it to him with a wave of his hand: "Take it and put it on, and if you unbutton it, I and your last name, All right, let's go."

Watching Huawen go away in anger, Zhang Hedu took his shirt and stroked the buttons that Huawen re-sewn for him. The stitches were tight and dense, giving him an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

When returning to the Narcotics Control Office, the always good-tempered Hua Wen couldn't help but take a big sip of herbal tea to relieve his anger.

Just now, Heideng blindly sewed buttons for Zhang Hedu, and Huawen felt that he was crazy. This guy wanted to save face and not show his sleeves that he couldn't button up in front of others, so he forced him into a small dark room to do coolies.

Not only did he not reward him, he also made him angry, and his stomach was full, even the stomach that didn't eat much tonight was swollen with anger.

"Oh, who made our little painting angry?" Lin Chao brought in a bowl of noodles, looked at his suffocated little face, and laughed: "Why are you so angry like a little daughter-in-law? Tell me, for your husband It's up to you!"

"That's right! Team Lin, you have to support Vice Team Hua!"

"How can the main palace of our anti-drug team be bullied! Look at Team Lin, the deputy team Hua was so angry that he drank two cups of herbal tea!"

"I think the deputy team came back from the criminal investigation. Was it provoked by some vixen from the criminal investigation?"

Colleagues from the anti-drug team followed suit, and Lin Chao made a heartbroken look and said, "My beloved concubine really bears the burden of humiliation..."

"Aren't you afraid of being dealt with by your sister-in-law on the washboard?" The picture was expressionless, and he was almost used to being molested by them. In a monk temple, he had a face of "overwhelming country and city", if it weren't for these sentinel boys, he would be more yearning Female guide, Huawen felt that if her identity as a guide was exposed, she might be eaten by them.

When mentioning family affairs, Lin Chao also showed a bitter expression: "Oh... let's not talk about it, I haven't been back twice since I worked overtime this month. Your sister-in-law is not a washboard, she has evolved into a tiger stool to serve."

When it came to working overtime, everyone's face became bitter. They each ate instant noodles for supper and returned to their posts.

Huawen also rubbed the center of his eyebrows. During this period of time, everyone was very busy with the case of the tattooed man, especially on the criminal investigation side, because such a retaliatory murder case may occur again at any time.

And that mysterious drug... I can't tell what's wrong with the picture. If ordinary people can control ordinary people after injection, what about guides or sentries?

Their spiritual power is several times or even dozens of times stronger than ordinary people, what kind of consequences will it have?

Hard to imagine.

What is even more unpredictable is, as the only survivor of the rape, what role does he play in the tattooed man's murder plan?

Holding his head that was about to break, Huawen fell asleep lying on the desk. Lin Chao woke him up before leaving, and wanted to go to the lounge to sleep. Huawen grunted, and fell down again before getting up.

"Hey! You kid, are you pointing and tossing my old waist?" Lin Chao had no choice but to half-hold and half-support Huawen to stand up. Before he could fully stabilize himself, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

A tall figure stood silently at the door, wearing a police uniform coat. Behind him was endless darkness, like a dark forbidden sea ghost, with a dangerous undercurrent.

"Zhang Hedu... what are you doing here?" Lin Chaowei squinted his eyes and stared at him vigilantly, his sentry instinct made him feel chills.

This guy showed hostility!

Zhang Hedu blinked, and the dark tide behind him subsided in an instant. He nodded to Lin Chao with a faint smile: "Captain Lin, excuse me, I'm here to find the assistant, is he asleep?"

The polite and humble reply made Lin Chao almost think that the momentary coercion just now was an illusion.

He knew that Zhang Hedu was not a simple sentinel, but only now did he really feel a threat. He didn't know what Zhang Hedu did before, but it was impossible for him to mention this position in such a young tone. .

However, Zhang Hedu, who has restrained his momentum at this time, is very inconspicuous, except for his gloomy and quiet face, he is just an ordinary person that can be seen everywhere.

He came over to help Lin Chao support Huawen, let Huawen lean on his shoulder, and supported him firmly: "Captain Lin, let me help him in, it's fine, I can take care of him."

Lin Chao glanced at him, saw that Zhang Hedu was about to bury the painting in his arms, with a very protective attitude, understood it, and nodded: "Okay, this kid will fall asleep as soon as he falls asleep." If he can't wake up, he should sleep until tomorrow, you can send him to rest and go back."

"Okay, Team Lin go slowly." Zhang Hedu watched Lin Chao leave, took a light breath, picked up Huawen's knees, and hugged him horizontally.

Even with such an action, Huawen still couldn't wake up, her sleeping cheeks had a healthy blush, her body was fine, but she was in a deep sleep.

In the lounge, Zhang Hedu supported the back of Huawen's head and slowly bent down, letting him rest on the pillow safely. These hands that can crush bones with bare hands are extremely gentle at this moment.

After covering the quilt, Zhang Hedu silently stood by the bed and looked down at Huawen's sleeping face. Zhang Hedu told himself that it was time to go. He hadn't been home for several days, but he couldn't bear to move his footsteps.

But for a moment, the hazy fluorescent lights flickered around the painting. The guide will unconsciously release his spiritual body when he is in a deep sleep. This is the state that the guide will only have when he feels most at ease. Pure and harmless fireflies Flying beside him, light and soft.

Zhang Hedu's eyes lit up slightly. He had seen this fluorescent light before. On that day two months ago, when he heard the bad news of his parents, the chaotic and violent sea of ​​spirits turned up huge waves, and he was swept up in the center of chaos, sinking continuously. , He thought at the time that he might not be able to get out in this life, and would die in this mental runaway.

It was a cluster of fluorescent lights that suddenly lit up his world and pulled him back from the brink of being lost. Until now, the sea of ​​spirits still has that soft light shining on the horizon of the sea of ​​spirits. , can flicker slightly to calm him down.

"So it's you... So it's really you..."

Zhang Hedu stretched out his hand in a murmur, and gently brushed away a few strands of hair on Huawen's forehead, and as if thinking of something, he quickly pulled off Huawen's clothes, and looked over his shoulder.

On the day of the funeral, he was too impulsive and was blinded by resentment. He didn't hold back his strength when he questioned the painting. The guide's body is usually weaker than ordinary people. Would that hurt him?

The white and round shoulders appeared in front of his eyes, and there was a little bit of bruising on the back of the shoulders, which was almost invisible, but Zhang Hedu knew that this was the mark left by his fingers. After a month, there were still remaining bruises.

Holding onto Huawen's bare shoulders, Zhang Hedu couldn't tell what he was thinking. When he came back to his senses, his palm had already touched it gently, as if he wanted to melt the warm skin into his palm.

His breath became short of breath, and in front of him was a picture of his disheveled clothes being ripped open. The guide who fell into a deep sleep didn't know that he was about to be seen by a sentry.

The air became a little hot, but Zhang Hedu didn't unbutton the painting, but just rubbed his back shoulder, using the force of the massage to loosen the bruise.

A few small fireflies flew back and forth along Zhang Hedu's hand, tentatively touching and wandering around his fingertips, and finally stopped on the scar on the back of his right hand, flapping their transparent little wings .

Zhang Hedu cautiously reached out to touch it, and the biggest firefly lay directly on his fingertips, pouted its buttocks and showed him the brightest tail, dangling back and forth.

A smile couldn't help creeping up the corner of his mouth, Zhang Hedu didn't even realize that this was the first time he smiled sincerely in six years.

This firefly flew to the tip of Huawen's nose again, and the fluorescent light flickered, as if it had given Huawen a glowing nose.

Zhang Hedu involuntarily leaned over, the tip of his glowing nose was close at hand, and the even breathing of the picture and text could touch the face, which made people sink.

Following the rhythm of his breathing, Zhang Hedu swallowed involuntarily, his heartbeat was almost ten times faster than his breathing rate, which made the back of his neck flush.

Just one touch, while Huawen fell asleep, just touch it...

This thought made Zhang Hedu's brain slightly drunk, his scalp numb, and he was about to fight with his eyes closed, when a gust of slightly fishy wind suddenly came from behind——

"Huh?"

A huge black head brushed against the side of Zhang Hedu's face, and the beak with black top and white bottom came closer, grabbed Zhang Hedu's position just before Zhang Hedu acted, and gently pecked Huawen's lips.

Zhang Hedu: "..."

"Hey!" This big black and white guy yelled excitedly when he kissed the painting, his oval black flippers patted his white belly, and his huge fan-like tail fin fluttered in the air. , It is very likely to squeeze Zhang Hedu's posture.

"Go away!" Zhang Hedu pushed the round head away, pulled up Huawen's clothes and covered him with a quilt, stood up and stared at his mental body coldly.

The spiritual body formed by marine organisms is no different in the air than in the sea. It treats the air as if it were sea water. Its nearly ten-meter-long body rises and falls. In front of He Du.

"Are you happy doing this?" Zhang Hedu looked at the stupid giant spirit body in front of him with a headache, as if asking himself.

The big guy nodded, the oval white spots behind the eyes looked like a pair of big eyes, and the open beak showed sharp teeth, but because of the naturally upturned corners of the mouth, it looked silly and cute.

A firefly flew to the proboscis of the big guy. Its eyes were on both sides, so it couldn't see the firefly in the middle, and turned around to find the little bug.

After it had played enough, Zhang Hedu felt that it was necessary to give a warning to his mental body.

"You can't do this casually," Zhang Hedu sat upright beside Huawen's bed, and taught his spiritual body and himself a lesson, "You have to ask for the other party's consent."

"Hey!" The big guy shook his round head and seemed to disagree with Zhang Hedu's statement. His towering dorsal fin showed a high-spirited arc, and the nostrils on the top of his head exhaled "Puff", expressing eagerly that he wanted to do more intimate actions. .

The spiritual body completely exposed the sentinel's original thoughts. Zhang Hedu felt his ears burning, and slapped his knees seriously: "At least not today! Go home!"

"Whoa, whoa—!"

The huge spiritual body yelled loudly, and its big beak was about to utter words, "no! no!" After howling for a long time, it was still taken away by Zhang Hedu with red ears.

In the early morning of the next day, Huawen woke up in a daze, and unconsciously picked out his ears. There were still strange auditory hallucinations in his ears. Why was there a screaming monster in his dream yesterday?