[future] conspiracy

"I'm going to take a shower, you can do whatever you want." Tang Qi waved his hand, went to the closet to get a change of pajamas, and went into the bathroom.

Liang Meng walked around his room, and found that his hobbies seemed to be the same as computers and cars. The home theater was basically a decoration, and the refrigerator was basically nothing except wine and frozen food. Other cleaning products were fully automatic and intelligent. The housekeeper is so expensive that he even bought a high-end one. Although this guy's salary in LMPB is not low, he can't afford such a big expense, right?The car model, the high-level smart housekeeper, and the car parked downstairs, these three expenses add up to more than he can afford.

Liang Meng hung up his coat, turned on the TV, and clicked on a random channel, which was broadcasting the evening news.

He felt bored, leaned on the sofa and squinted, a little drowsy.

After some time, Tang Qi came out and patted him on the shoulder: "Do you want to take a bath? Or just sleep on the sofa?"

Liang Meng woke up in a daze, wiped his face: "Wash."

Tang Qi found two loose pajamas from the closet: "I don't know if you can wear them. I bought the loose version before and occasionally wear them at home."

"No, as long as there are bath towels." Liang Meng walked towards the bathroom carelessly, "A big man is not afraid of being looked at."

Facing his shamelessness, Tang Qi was speechless.

He was a little sleepy, he didn't get enough sleep for several days, he really missed his bed, turned off the light, leaving only the dim wall lamp at the head of the bed, he was wrapped in a soft quilt and fell deeply into the soft bed, with his head resting on the fluffy Tang Qi let out a long and comfortable breath on the pillow, covered himself tightly, and soon fell asleep.

The dream seemed very sweet, he wandered in a soft and gentle world, unwilling to wake up.

It's just that someone around him was making trouble, making troubles back and forth on his face and shoulders.Breathing gradually became out of balance, Tang Qi gasped and snorted, opened his eyes in a daze, and Liang Meng kissed him tightly in the dark night.

"Go away..." Tang Qi resisted, "I want to sleep..."

"Sleep again later..." Liang Meng crawled into his bed, embraced him and kissed him, making strange movements with his hands and feet.

Tang Qi frowned: "You are so annoying, didn't you just do it yesterday?"

"Not enough..." Liang Meng devoted himself to lighting the fire everywhere, hearing his breathing getting heavier, he laughed triumphantly, "Can't you sleep?"

"Your uncle Liang Meng..." Tang Qi scolded in a low voice, but in the end he got angry and half pushed and half rolled with him on the spot.

The big soft bed became the best auxiliary tool for making trouble at this moment. Tang Qi was nostalgic for the soft blanket. Even though he was tossed hard by Liang Mengke, he still felt much more comfortable than he was on the sofa last night. His voice was not deliberately suppressed, panting The humming and humming were faintly visible in the rumbling thunder and rain, and gradually fell silent.

It was just dawn, Liang Meng woke up from his sleep, Tang Qi fell into a deep sleep in his arms, his body sank into the soft bed, the tiredness still remained between his brows and eyes.He looked out over Tang Qi's shoulder, the sky after the heavy rain was extraordinarily clear, and it made people feel happy under the reflection of the morning sun.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. The washed clothes had been neatly placed in the drying cabinet of the washing machine.

During the period when Tang Qi was still awake, he carefully checked the entire room, tapping to see if there were any hidden compartments or the like.Ordinary home furnishing doesn't show too many traces of Tang Qi's life. For a clean freak like him who loves cars, his home is too simple, which always makes people feel that something is wrong.

He remembered that Tang Qi practiced with a gun, where was that gun?

"What are you looking for?" Tang Qi's voice sounded faintly behind him.

Liang Meng froze and turned around slowly, seeing the dark window and Tang Qi's indifferent and immature face in front of him.

"Looking for a gun." He replied truthfully, and looked down at the small silver pistol - this gun has been around for some years, the color of the trigger and safety positions has faded, and the body of the gun has a sense of brilliance worn out by hands. Sticking to Tang Qi's slender fair fingers, they looked dangerously erratic.

"What are you looking for a gun for?" Tang Qi asked word by word.

"I'm curious." Liang Meng shrugged his shoulders slightly, and immediately attracted a clear voice of pulling the insurance. He closed his eyes to indicate that there was no malice, "Look, you also know that your various performances are not in line with your identity. It’s not too much to want to know the real situation of your boyfriend, right?”

Tang Qi twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, and smiled with great interest: "Then why don't you just ask your boyfriend?"

Liang Mengli said bluntly: "I'm afraid you will be shy."

"I'm not shy." Tang Qi raised his pistol and motioned him to stand against the wall, "Quiz game."

Liang Meng blinked: "Although I don't mind playing with you like this, but... my dear, I'm a little excited when you stand in front of me naked."

Tang Qi sneered, put away the pistol, turned around, picked up the clothes beside the bed and changed them on, and asked while putting on his sleeves, "You planned to inspect my house from the beginning?"

"No, by the way." Liang Meng added, "It's like you went to the office to seduce me, and checked my computer by the way, by the way."

Tang Qi glanced at him, went straight to the sofa and sat down, poured himself a glass of water, and said, "What do you want to know, just ask."

Liang Meng misunderstood, not knowing where he hid the gun, so he asked, "Why are you practicing guns?"

"Self-protection, work, play."

"Self-protection?" Liang Meng asked back, "Didn't you say that the judges and chief judges in the LMPB are more dangerous?"

Tang Qi said concisely: "Other jobs."

"What job?"

"Side business." Tang Qi didn't answer directly, but said, "Otherwise, how can I make extra money?"

"Can't you tell me the side job honestly?" Liang Meng was dissatisfied.

Tang Qi was silent for a moment, then said: "Kill."

"..."

Liang Meng found that he was not surprised at all when he heard this answer.Perhaps from the moment Tang Qi pushed him outside the Sunset Tower, he had such thoughts in his heart.

"You...are a killer?"

"Almost." Tang Qi observed his expression, and found that it was complicated as expected, so he couldn't help but relax a little, and simply said, "I used to be too curious, and I took this road, but later I found that killing people is too easy, and I can't help it." It was too boring, so I listened to my parents and passed the LMPB information officer exam."

His understated tone made Liang Meng feel a little disgusted, and the righteousness in his bones came out, which made his tone aggravated: "How do you say it so casually? It seems like killing someone is an easy thing."

Tang Qi showed that mocking and contemptuous expression again. He leaned on the sofa and said, "Liang Meng, you see as many dead people as I do, but tell me, how hard is it to kill people?"

"..." Liang Meng fell silent again.

His work at the Special Office No. [-] has cultivated his keen insight, and he even understands how easy death can be even better than what Tang Qi said, but Tang Qi's tone... He scratched his hair irritably, and asked, "Aren't you Do you feel guilty?"

Tang Qi frowned and stared at him, and said seriously: "Liang Meng, I know that I am guilty. I killed someone. I will die a bad life in the future. I will go to hell and I will suffer retribution. But after my training In the process of killing people, the feeling of guilt has long since disappeared, killing people is just a job for me, I accept other people's commissions, help them carry out, and get money after success, this is my side job."

What he said was clear and well-founded, but Liang Meng felt that the sentence "I will die badly in the future, I will go to hell, and I will suffer retribution" was extremely harsh.

Tang Qi continued: "Strictly speaking, I can be regarded as an E-level hidden person, although I think the status of an F-level criminal is more suitable for me—if I am caught."

"Do you think you won't be caught?" Liang Meng was surprised.

Tang Qi was very open about this: "I'm very careful, but...it doesn't matter, being caught means that retribution is coming, and it's time to pay with my life."

"You really..." Liang Meng didn't know what to say, but at that moment, he was stabbed by the indifferent expression on his face, and his heart was filled with panic.

Tang Qi even made a joke: "Why, are you going to report me? The identity of the team leader of the Special Third Division is quite important. It is actually very easy to investigate me."

Liang Meng pulled the corners of his mouth and joked: "Just tell me the truth like this, it seems...you really like me."

Tang Qi has long been used to his shamelessness, but this sentence still refreshed his cognition, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and said indifferently: "You think a little too much, you insist on asking, I'm too lazy to hide it, so I just said it straight."

Liang Meng stared at his face and insisted: "You are confident because I like you."

"..." Tang Qi laughed slowly, and stopped arguing with him.

Liang Meng said it as if he had suffered some kind of loss, but if he could actually tell the truth, he might as well be gambling.How dangerous is trust for a killer? How does Liang Meng understand it?

"To make a digression..." Liang Meng paused, and muttered, "No wonder you have such good physical strength, you used to train very hard."

Tang Qi pulled out the dagger from under the coffee table and threw it directly.

"Fuck! I'm just kidding!" Liang Meng jumped up, staring at the dagger thrown to the wall with lingering fear, "A gentleman speaks but doesn't move, can you be more gentle!"

"Jun, zi, you, lord!" Tang Qi stood up and walked straight to the bathroom. After two consecutive days of exhaustion at night, his walking pace was not affected at all. If you observe carefully, you will find his killer Some of the qualities left by life, such as light footsteps and slow and long breathing.

He walked to the door of the bathroom, paused briefly, and said, "I don't kill casually, I just help those murderers who don't have the guts to kill, and imitate their strength - if it makes you feel better."

After speaking, he went in.

Liang Meng stood there and smiled wryly. How could this reason make him feel better?Killing is killing, and it will not be whitewashed just because he is a substitute.

I couldn't believe that he fell in love with a criminal and wanted to hide it for him--sure enough, he was sick too.But he will send Tang Qi to prison in the end, he can't tolerate so many lives in the hands of the person next to his pillow, it's just...

Liang Meng pulled out the dagger from the wall, brushed the sharp blade with his fingers, and hid it in the invisible pocket on his chest.The material density of this bag is extremely high, and it is invulnerable to fire and water. The kid almost got into a fight with Liang Fei when he snatched it from him. It is said that the cost is not low.

Knowing that his boyfriend and colleague is a killer, he has to be more cautious.