Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng sat in front of the monitor to adjust the monitoring, and Ruan Honggang sat next to him, not daring to vent his breath.A total of tens of seconds, Zhao Meng has watched it over and over again sixteen times.

His complexion was originally dark, but after listening to Zhang Dachun's rambling, it became even darker, so dark that he dared not look at him even if he was out of breath.

Today, Friday, is just the day when the newly finalized party A’s father comes to the design office to sign the contract. It’s the old rule. After the business negotiations are over, you always have to entertain and accompany you to eat and play. The KTV made by Zhao Meng’s police club is not far from the office building. Yuan, signed a cooperation agreement with Song Qiran's office, which was originally used by them to entertain clients all year round.

As a result, today Party A's negotiating team happened to follow a blank person.When people are sitting in the conference room, their eyes are as if glued to Song Qiran's body. When they arrive in the KTV private room, they can't wait to order songs while ordering.It is never news in the design industry that there is a practitioner who has a special sexual orientation. Many people even hold the prejudice that the aesthetic level of homosexuals is higher than that of heterosexuals. Otherwise, Zhang Dachun would not pretend to be gay when he is full. .Originally, it was nothing, Song Qiran was always a measured person in matters related to work, and seeing that the man wanted to take advantage, he just avoided it with a straight face and didn't say a word.But the fate is the fate, all of them drank a little too much today.

"Didn't I just see the guy surnamed Song absent-mindedly flipping through his phone all the time, and then that idiot kept haunting him, so I asked him where is your man?" Zhang Dachun sighed and said to Zhao Meng, "I Isn’t that also kind?! You think even if that idiot has any thoughts about him, you should restrain yourself when you know that he has a boyfriend? In the end, he just said that there is no man and broke up, fuck! Who knows why you are okay? Let's break up, I'll just..."

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Meng Heiyun asked in a desperate manner.

Zhang Dachun couldn't help shrinking behind Ruan Honggang.

"I pulled him aside and asked him if it was because of the extra words I said last time."

Normal people really don't ask this question, especially when the death is done by themselves.Zhao Meng looked at Zhang Dachun whose eyes were evasive, and said bluntly, "Where's your brain?"

"Didn't I fucking drink too much?" Zhang Dachun huddled in a corner and resisted. Thinking of the way Song Qiran looked at him in the dark box at that time, his hairs stood on end now,

"Then that guy knew that I had slipped the tongue with you before, and he didn't strangle me because the customer was still there, but he took my mobile phone away and ran to the corridor to make a call. I thought it was just a phone call. What could happen? I didn’t expect that idiot to go out right after me. I thought I’d wait a few minutes before going out to have a look. It was embarrassing to follow people directly behind them as if to guard against thieves. Song is so awesome, it only takes less than 5 minutes, let me do this, and the rest will be under surveillance."

Yes, it's all under surveillance.Zhao Meng could see it clearly, Song Qiran was leaning in the corridor to call him, and a man wearing the same suit as him came out from the corner, he was probably in his early thirties, he was neatly tidied up, and when he came up, he Naturally, she hugged half of his shoulders, lowered her head and said something to him.

The entire surveillance video was only a few tens of seconds, because in the next second Song Qiran picked up a beer bottle from the cart pushed by the passing waiter and exploded the man's head.In a flash, the wine bottle burst, the foam splashed, the waiter screamed, the door of the box opened and the crowd rushed over to persuade the fight, and then someone knocked over the trolley, the beer bottle rolled to the ground, and someone fell. The fragments scattered all over the ground scratched his hand, and a high-pitched voice called out from the screen, call the police, call the police quickly.That scene, damn it, was exactly the same as what Zhang Dachun said.Zhao Meng is a policeman, so he can see it most clearly. Song Qiran's gaze on that frame in the surveillance screen really looks like he is about to kill someone.Fortunately, it was just a beer bottle. The other party wanted to sue him for intentional injury. Zhao Meng took a deep breath. This matter would be troublesome.

At this time, Ma Chao's text message was sent to the mobile phone, saying that he was already in the police station and was waiting to make a statement.Zhao Meng called him back and sent him and Xiao Gao to appease the victim first. Xiao Gao had a sweet mouth, so Zhao Meng said, if possible, persuade him to take a civil lawsuit. As for the matter of recording a statement for Song Qiran , of course he will come by himself.

Standing at the door of the interrogation room, Zhao Meng thought about how long he hadn't seen Song Qiran, six or seven days?A hundred or so hours?Not too long.But for some reason, I was a little scared standing at the door, and didn't dare to open the door for a long time.But when he went in, he regretted why he didn't come in earlier.

Song Qiran looked very different from usual.

He sat with messy forehead hair, I don't know if he did it like that in the KTV or on the way to the police station, the hair soaked in hair gel was slightly curled when it was wet with sweat, and stuck to the corner of his forehead, looking embarrassed, and a suit of well-made clothes Business attire is in stark contrast.His eyes were also red, as if he had just cried, and when he was placed among the facial features, his heart ached when he saw it. He had the illusion that someone had bullied him tremendously, and he just wanted to jump up and stand up for him.

Zhao Meng wasn't sure if everyone felt this impulse after seeing Song Qiran's appearance, anyway, he did.But heartache is heartache, he is a policeman after all, when he spread out the notebook, he really wanted to do that to Song Qiran's forehead.

Also too impulsive, too nonsense.

"Tell me, what do you think?"

He opened his mouth to ask, and that sentence was basically a routine opening remark for all transcripts. Zhao Meng did not let his voice leak too much emotion. All conversations in this room must be recorded. You know, the impact on the lawsuit will be very bad.

Song Qiran didn't even look at him, leaned back on the chair, and replied in a low voice:

"I drank too much. I was wrong. I didn't expect that the thing that hit him in the face was a wine bottle."

Zhao Meng patted the table.

"You think the police are so easy to fool, don't you? That's called misjudgment? After a while, the victim will have to write a letter of introduction and go to the hospital for an injury appraisal. In case there is any long-term sequelae, do you still want to file a case?"

"Then what do you want to hear?"

"Listen to the truth!"

Zhao Meng roared unbearably.

Song Qiran smiled ironically. He looked into Zhao Meng's eyes and asked him:

"Then tell the truth, do you think I'm crazy?"

That sentence came without a beginning and no end, and Zhao Meng's palm was sweating while holding the pen.Of course he knew what Song Qiran was referring to, which was the incident that Zhang Dachun had leaked to him, the incident in the rehabilitation center.

"I'm not sick." Without waiting for Zhao Meng's answer, Song Qiran continued the conversation, "They checked me when they sent me in. Later, for convenience, they forged a bipolar disorder certificate for me. The medical certificate is fake."

He bit down every word, Song Qiran was very upset, he was angry, and that anger was directed at Zhao Meng.Zhao Meng now suspects that the unlucky guy whose head was shot by Song Qiran tonight is probably just a time-bearer who was angered because of him.

He was a little embarrassed and could only cough.

"I never thought you were crazy."

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

Zhao Meng's writing pen almost broke.He gave Song Qiran a wink, but he didn't remember that sentence, and changed his question.

"It just means you're in a bad mood. No matter how bad you are, you can't hit someone. What did that person say to you? The surveillance didn't record it."

Song Qiran glanced at him.

"Ask me if I'm interested in trying one nightstand with him."

"what?"

"***."

Zhao Meng was silent.He didn't want to think about that topic at this juncture, but Song Qiran reminded him.When the two of them first met, it was all because of an unintentional match on social software. If you really want to pursue it, it is not much different from the level of adultery, and Song Qiran doesn't mind at all. Since he can do that to Zhao Meng How could it be possible to get so angry because of an invitation from a stranger.

Zhao Meng knew that he wasn't telling the truth, but he still couldn't help thinking, which one was closer to the real him, the sweet and soft Xiaolangjing when he was facing him, or Song Qiran who was opening glass wine bottles to other people's foreheads.

Zhao Meng didn't say that thought, it was Song Qiran who saw it.

"You really want to know?" he asked.

Zhao Meng nodded.

"Do you have to write down everything I say now?"

"According to the rules, yes."

"...It's actually not because of him." Song Qiran looked away, staring at the floor with red eyes, "I happened to have a headache when he leaned over to look for me. I often have headaches. This week, it has been happening, worse than before. It hurts. I wanted to find a way to relieve it, so I came out and made a phone call, but he came up and said those words. I didn't pay attention to the phone. I thought the words were put into the receiver and the person on the other side heard the words .”

Song Qiran took a breath,

"I thought that person would never want to see me again after hearing this."

Zhao Meng stopped writing.He was stunned, and while experiencing a great shock in his heart, an unknown fire surged up.Song Qiran, who lowered his head, was still unwilling to make eye contact with him, making it impossible for Zhao Meng to convey to him through his eyes how angry, anxious, and irritated he was by his impulsiveness and unreasonableness, and how flattered he was at the same time. .

It turned out to be just because of this.

"Do you know the consequences of intentionally hurting someone and going through criminal proceedings!"

He thumped the tabletop, kicked away the chair and stood up, wishing he could rush to the opposite side and grab Song Qiran into his arms.

The door of the interrogation room opened, and Ma Chao walked in with a face of sincerity and fear. Seeing Zhao Meng's posture, he hurried up and grabbed Zhao Meng's arm and dragged him out of the door.

"Brother Meng, don't be impulsive, we can't afford to mess with this person!"

Zhao Meng was dragged out by him for five or six meters. He was in a daze and didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all.Looking back, Ma Chao was winking at him vigorously, half mouthing, half whispering:

"I just got a call from above, saying that this person can leave."

Zhao Meng looked at him with wide eyes.

"What do you mean you can go?"

"It means agreeing to be private...!" Song Qiran was still sitting in the room and Ma Chao couldn't explain clearly, so he leaned into Zhao Meng's ear and continued:

"It's a call from the General Administration. There is someone behind this kid! You didn't make things difficult for him just now, did you..."

Zhao Meng was even more surprised.

He glanced at Ma Chao, then turned to look at Song Qiran.Song Qiran had already raised his head, and in an instant, the eyes of the two met through the half-closed door. Annoyance, doubt, and grievance were all mixed together and turned into hesitant emotions. Zhao Meng's heart shrinks.

He paused, and said to Ma Chao while suppressing the ups and downs in his tone as much as possible:

"Then you go to the system and close the case. I... I will take him home personally. "