People who love me are crazy

"I already understand what you said, but don't panic." The young man sitting opposite crossed his hands and placed them on the table, looking at Qiu Mai with indifferent eyes through the lens, "Can you put your Guess, let me hear."

"I suspect that he wants to eat me." Qiao Mai pursed his lips, with a calm expression on his face.

"What is your basis?"

"He would instill in me some theories about cannibalism." Qiao Mai recalled what he and Ding Qiurong had said when they were together before, "I often watch some films that turn people into vegetables and eat them, and sometimes they talk about cannibalism. topic, it can be clearly felt that he is very excited."

"It's like this. I knew you had a gay man before, but they broke up. So the one you're talking about is your new lover?"

Qiao Mai nodded: "Yes, Officer Li."

Officer Li looked at the small notebook spread out in front of him, which recorded some details of the conversation between the two: "As far as I know, your ex-boyfriend is mentally ill, so do you think that compared with your current boyfriend, both Is there anything in common?"

"I'm quite possessive, and I'm very hostile to the people around me." When Qiao Mai mentioned Ruan Qing, Ding Qiurong was obviously hostile. Although he tried to restrain his expression, he was still discovered by Qiao Mai. What makes him strange is that Ding Qiurong has no hostility towards Ji Wen, "I have my own little secret, I am paranoid about a certain thing, I am usually calm, IQ is very high, and they are all excellent."

"..." Officer Li stopped writing, always feeling like the person opposite was showing off his affection in a fancy way.

Qiao Mai thought about it hard: "Also, their interpersonal relationships seem to be a little abnormal."

"Why is it abnormal?" Officer Li straightened up.

"During the time when Zhuo Junyu...my ex was following me, the other party's social circle was completely cut off, as if there was no such person in the world." Qiao Mai's voice gradually quieted down, and he murmured to himself. "Now Ding Qiurong doesn't seem to be in touch with anyone..."

Thinking of this, Qiao Mai broke into a cold sweat: "Officer Li, can you check Ding Qiurong's company to see if he has been to work recently?"

Officer Li pushed his glasses, nodded, and helped Qiao Mai find out the phone number of Ding Qiurong's company. He learned that the latter had resigned for more than ten days, and some colleagues he knew before hadn't contacted him for a long time. Same as Jun Woo.

Ding Qiurong also seems to have disappeared in the world other than Qiao Mai.

"Given what happened to you last time, it stands to reason that we should also accept your request this time." Officer Li looked a little embarrassed, "But so far everything is just your guess, we have no definite evidence, we can't He was judged to be a suspect."

Qiao Mai rubbed between his brows: "I know, I..."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the consulting room was pushed open from the outside, revealing a familiar face: "Did you analyze anything?"

This person is the policeman who helped arrest Zhuo Junyu last time. Qiao Mai's phone has always stored his phone number. He contacted him today, and after talking about the matter for a while, he recommended him to Qiao Mai. This police officer Li.Officer Li is a civil servant here, and he is currently specializing in criminal psychology. According to him, he is particularly interested in criminal psychopathy. As soon as he heard what happened to Qiao Mai, he immediately came to watch with interest. .

"Yes." Officer Li put down his pen and carefully checked his handwriting, "I think Qiao Mai's suspicion is reasonable."

Officer Sun closed the door with his backhand, sat next to Officer Li, and leaned his head to see what he wrote: "Why is his suspicion reasonable?"

"Based on the currently known conditions, it can be inferred that his boyfriend has violent tendencies and has severe paranoid delusions."

"Hmm..." Officer Sun nodded.

"People with this kind of mentality are generally defined as high-risk groups." Officer Li closed his notebook and looked at Qiao Mai with bright eyes, "You are very dangerous now."

Qiao Mai asked, "Then what should I do now?"

Officer Sun thought for a while: "We can't take any measures yet, but we will protect you secretly. You must keep in touch with us. You need to go home to find some evidence without arousing the vigilance of the other party. It is best Lethal evidence so that we can capture each other in one fell swoop."

"Yes, although he has no interpersonal relationships in reality, you may be able to find some traces on the Internet. You can check his mobile phone to see if he has any contacts with anyone, or whether there are any records in the mobile phone that are more important. For example..." Officer Li pushed up his glasses and smiled shyly, "What kind of dish is he going to make of you?"

Qiao Mai felt a chill down his spine.

Although he didn't want to doubt his boyfriend like this, but when he thought that if his guess was correct, then his life would be in danger. In this case, he had to be cautious. Fortunately, Ding Qiurong and Zhuo Junyu still had They are very different, at least the former will not follow him, so Ding Qiurong didn't know about his coming to the police station.

This allowed Qiao Mai to temporarily take the initiative.

With a sound of "ding", when we reached the sixteenth floor, the elevator separated to both sides. Qiao Mai stood between the two police officers, feeling a little unstable.

To be honest, he is a little scared, he is just an ordinary person, it is a lie to say that he is not afraid when facing this kind of thing, and he does not know why he always encounters psychopaths, but right now, he can only Pull yourself together and pretend to be calm to face it all.

"Be careful." Officer Sun instructed, "If something goes wrong, call for help."

Qiao Mai nodded, looked at several police officers hiding on both sides, took out the key and opened the door.

The room was very dark, the bed curtains were drawn, and the melodious and ancient music played, making Qiao Mai's heart instantly quiet.There was a faint smell of meat floating in the air, and he couldn't help taking a light breath, feeling a little strange again.

"Qiao Mai, you're back?" Ding Qiurong's excited voice sounded, causing Qiao Mai to be obviously taken aback.

"Qiu Rong?" Qiao Mai reached out and snapped on the light in the living room, only to find that Ding Qiurong was sitting upright at the dining table, looking at him with some excitement, but his face was unreasonably pale.

Ding Qiurong was sitting upright, with obvious joy on his face, the tableware in front of the table was neatly arranged, and a few white flowers were inserted in the vase in the middle of the table, exuding a strange fragrance, mixed with the smell of meat Together, it made Qiu Mai even more strange.

"Why is your face so pale? Are you sick?" Qiao Mai subconsciously wanted to touch his head, but when he remembered something, he withdrew his hand stiffly.

Fortunately, Ding Qiurong didn't care about these at all: "Qiao Mai, the meat in my pot is cooked, can you bring it for me?"

Qiao Mai nodded, got up and walked to the kitchen: "What kind of meat are you cooking today?"

"Sliced ​​boiled pork." Ding Qiurong said softly.

The pot in the kitchen was indeed boiled sliced ​​meat. There was a layer of red chili oil on the soup surface, and green onions were chopped and sprinkled on top. It looked particularly appetizing. Qiao Mai sniffed it, put on gloves and put it on the table. On the table.

"Why did you think of doing this today?"

Ding Qiurong looked at the soup pot, carefully filled a bowl for Qiao Mai with a spoon, and seemed to be very devout, then pushed the bowl in front of Qiao Mai: "Try it, it's my first time making it."

"Didn't you do it last time?" Qiao Mai was still thinking about discovering some of Ding Qiurong's flaws, he seemed a little absent-minded, thinking about where it would be better to break through, and touched the chopsticks perfunctorily.

Ding Qiurong's eyes flashed, but he didn't speak. It was indeed his first time making boiled...meat slices.

The sound of "crash" awakened Qiao Mai from his thoughts, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that the chopsticks had been knocked off by him and fell under the dining table.

"Use mine." Ding Qiurong quickly gave him his chopsticks.

"I use yours, so what do you use?" Qiao Mai said, pushing the chair back, and bent down to pick up the chopsticks, "Besides, I will pick them up sooner or later."

The light in the living room is not too strong. Qiao Mai usually turns on the small light on the side of the dining table when eating, but today he forgot, and he didn’t think of it at all when he came back to eat, so there was some light under the table. Hei, Qiao Mai opened his eyes wide and didn't see where the chopsticks were, so he could only reach out to touch them.

"Forget it if you can't find it, go to the kitchen and get a new pair." Ding Qiurong was a little uneasy.

"Don't worry, I'll find it later." Qiao Mai's finger suddenly touched a puddle of liquid, and it got a little wet on his hand. He shook his hand in disgust, and started to touch again. Now that he finally touched the chopsticks, he quickly straightened up, "I'll go to the kitchen to change..."

Qiao Mai's voice froze.

His fingertips and chopsticks were stained with bright red blood, and the tip of his nose could faintly smell blood.

There was blood under the table.

Moving his throat, Qiao Mai looked at Ding Qiurong a little stiffly, the other's calm expression almost made his blood freeze.

"It's a pity to be discovered." Ding Qiurong said lightly.