In the name of father

So after a few minutes.

Xiao Mo was shocked when the rookie superintendent really put a sealed cup of steaming milk tea in front of the man.

"I just mentioned it casually," the black-haired man blinked, "Isn't this milk tea shop almost in the East District? How did you do it?"

"..."

The little rookie said that he didn't want to ask the gangster in front of him why he knew the exact address of a milk tea shop that didn't even open a branch - and he looked very familiar with this cup of milk tea, rookies also have dignity,

Trying to gloomy face to make himself look more mature, the rookie superintendent looked a little dull and said, "It just so happens that my boss came back from duty in the West District—"

Halfway through the speech, the little superintendent closed his mouth.

Because at this moment he finally found out what was wrong——

For example, the milk tea shop is in the East District.

Another example is that his boss' copy today is a map of the West District.

—— City K is not too big, but he wanted to get lost from the West District to the East District, and then happened to find a famous and delicious milk tea shop, and then the boss who never knew about "human relations" suddenly realized his conscience and decided to buy afternoon tea for him. They drank it, and in the end he really packed the milk tea and went back to the police station.Only gods would believe it.

What's more, the boss only bought two cups of milk tea.

And in the North District Police Station, just counting their group f, there are twenty people...

The rookie is embarrassing.

So he sent a text message representing friendship to his boss——

[to Brother Yan]: Brother Yan, I heard that gangsters have a rule that people who know too much will be killed and silenced, is it true?

3 minute later.

The rookie's cell phone rang——

[from Brother Yan]: Really, do you want to try it?

Rookie superintendent: "..."

Xiao Mo: "Thank you boss for me, for your considerate service."

Rookie superintendent: "Hehe, you're welcome."

At this moment, the rookie police officer is in pain, what else can he say, welcome to come again next time?

……

On the other hand, at Xiao Mo's side, the man was drinking the milk tea very seriously.

In fact, Xiao Mo's desire to drink milk tea was really just a whim.

It's just that the rookie in front of him who just graduated from the police academy reminded the man of his young son.

——In the past, Xiao Mo and Xiao Yan also had such a short time of peaceful coexistence. Although it was not regarded as fatherly kindness and filial piety, during that time, every night when Xiao Yan went out to race with his friends and came back, he would remember to pack for his family. Pearl milk tea from a famous milk tea shop.

Although it would be ridiculous for little girls to drink something like milk tea hanging on such a cool heavy motorcycle, but fortunately, the people around are either directly fascinated by the cool face of the second young master of the Xiao family, or simply Just bow down to his domineering "charisma of personality".

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, milk tea is always hot in Xiao Mo's hands.

Because he has a bad stomach, he can't drink iced things.

It was exactly the same as the cup in his hand now... Sometimes, Xiao Mo almost realized that this cup of milk tea was bought by his youngest son specially.

Unfortunately this is not possible.

Because it is impossible for Xiao Yan to be willing to go to the police station to work anyway.

"..."

Xiao Mo thought for a while, if he remembered correctly, he remembered that Xiao Yan should have graduated from the police academy this year... Maybe he is still a classmate with this rookie superintendent.

But Xiao Mo didn't ask him about Xiao Yan, because as a father, he ran to ask his son's classmates about his son's recent situation, and it was embarrassing to think about it——

What's more, the man didn't think that Xiao Yan wanted to let his classmates know his "family background".

"Excuse me, Sir, can I send a text message to my son?"

The rookie superintendent wanted to say no, but when he raised his head and accidentally looked into the deep and calm black pupils of the man sitting opposite him, almost subconsciously, when he reflected what he had done, He just nodded.

After getting permission, Xiao Mo smiled at him politely.

The rookie superintendent subconsciously sat up straight. For some reason, when he saw the slightly drawn lips of the "suspect" in front of him, he felt an unprecedented electric current rushing down his back...

what are you doing!

He frowned, and looked at the man's hand reaching for the phone, the white and slender fingertips seemed to be infinitely enlarged in front of his eyes... He moved his lips, and the rookie superintendent was about to say something, but at this moment, the white His hand disappeared from his face—

Taking a closer look, Xiao Mo's cell phone has returned to the man's hand.

The man lowered his head and entered a series of numbers——

This abnormal behavior almost made the rookie superintendent immediately alert: "Who did you send it to? Why didn't you just find it from the address book? Or is your son's number not stored in your mobile phone?"

"Ah, I'm sorry." The man smiled gracefully, and said slowly, "Because I lost my temper very much in the morning, my own mobile phone was broken, and this is for temporary use .”

The man just calmly explained a certain accident in the disaster in the morning, but this kind of words had another meaning in the ears of the interrogator - he almost suspected that the man was trying to destroy the mobile phone right now. Usually the most important evidence in the investigation and acted out a scene.

At this moment, Xiao Mo didn't know that the eyes of the rookie superintendent sitting opposite him had changed. Xiao Mo just lowered his head and seemed to be sending a text message seriously. From the perspective of the rookie superintendent, he could clearly see The man seemed to have typed a long paragraph... The rookie superintendent was a little nervous, and he decided that if the man wanted to send this string of words, he would immediately stop him——

However, the next moment, he saw the man's fingertips hovering over the send button, and hesitated for three seconds.

Then it moved away.

The rookie superintendent breathed a sigh of relief almost subconsciously.

He took off the police cap on his head, gently put it aside, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve - if such a long message is sent, no one can guarantee whether the man in front of him is tipping off or looking for someone help...

When he took over Xiao Mo, the old police superintendent in charge told him that it was not easy to find a reason to bring this man to the police station once. , are very likely to have unexpected gains.

The top gangsters always have some inexplicable interests in the political circles. If he is given the opportunity to call for foreign aid, it will be bad if some big shots are brought out to get him out of the situation——their immediate boss said Maybe it will take his skin off.

The rookie superintendent watched the black-haired man in front of him slowly delete the words he had typed one by one. In the end, he seemed to only type two simple words plus a punctuation mark, and then sent the text message.

Then the man put the phone back on the table and said thank you again.

The interrogation continued.

at the same time.

What the two people sitting in the interrogation room didn't know was that when the man pressed the text message sending button, outside the interrogation room, there was something buzzing in his pocket on the tall figure leaning against the door of the interrogation room moved.

"..."

Xiao Yan paused for three seconds, and withdrew his dark eyes from the face of the black-haired man in the interrogation room—from his angle, he could clearly see every move of the man...so when he noticed the interrogation After the two people in the room said something, when the man slowly stretched out his hand to the phone, he almost couldn't bear to utter a dirty word for his stupid subordinate!

Letting that cunning man touch the phone is almost equivalent to opening the door of the police station and asking him to go out. Such a simple thing can be thought of with one's toes!

"Oh shit!"

It was almost a waste of the greatest tolerance value in this life, so he didn't kick the door in and snatch the mobile phone that was a little strange to Xiao Yan.

At this moment, Xiao Yan's gaze was fixed on the strange mobile phone in the man's hand—Xiao Yan didn't know when Xiao Mo changed his mobile phone, at least the man used it when he saw him for the last time a year and a half ago. The most important thing is the vertu he gave him——

Xiao Yan frowned subconsciously, feeling a little uncomfortable.

While re-lighting a cigarette and holding it to his lips, the tall and handsome young man frowned unabated, and seemed to take his mobile phone out of his pocket carelessly.

No matter who is sending text messages at this time, when the second young master of the Xiao family is in a bad mood, he can only feel sorry... Xiao Yan raised the corners of his lips, and was about to call back directly to scold people, but when he saw the text message clearly Who is the person, the whole person fell silent.

The malicious smile froze on his lips.

[from unknown number]: Son, what are you doing?

The figure leaning against the door stiffened, and took a deep inhalation of the tobacco at the corner of his lips——Over the years, Xiao Yan's smoking brand has changed, from the strong domestic tobacco at the beginning, I don't know when it started However, Xiao Yan actually began to get used to smoking imported foreign tobacco with a relatively mild taste.

——For example, at this moment, the one on the lips of the second young master of the Xiao family is the brand that Xiao Mo has always liked.

After discovering that his taste seemed to have changed, Xiao Yan never smoked in front of Xiao Mo again.

At this time, when the handsome young man raised his head again and looked through the one-way viewing window on the sound-proof door of the interrogation room to the man sitting inside with a calm face, the amber pupils Emotionally complicated for a while.

"..."

He has the same high nose bridge and black and smooth hair as that man, but at this moment, the man sitting at the table in the interrogation room is wearing a handcuff that is somewhat glaring under the monotonous light, and under his On his body, he was ironically wearing a well-fitting police superintendent's uniform.

Only a careful person can probably see some clues from the outlines of the facial features carved out of the almost identical molds of the two of them—fortunately, the rookie who replaced Xiao Yan today is a relatively careless newcomer.

After a long silence, the young and handsome police officer suddenly sneered, and pressed the brim of his police cap to hide the emotion in his eyes——

"Just now, were you texting me?"

The sound insulation effect of the door is very good. Knowing that the man sitting in the interrogation room at this time being interrogated can't hear his question or even doesn't even know that he is looking at him through the door, Xiao Yan still looks at himself in a low voice as if he was puzzled. The question was asked.

Just now because the man changed his mobile phone without saying a word and the number changed badly, his mood suddenly improved a little for no reason.

On weekdays, men would often send him nonsense text messages like "It's cold and you need to dress". Basically, Xiao Yan never replied.

Yet today seems to be different.

It seemed that it was very interesting to send text messages with this man whom he hadn't seen for a year and a half. The expression on the face is like...

At the same time, Xiao Yan's hand moved quickly on the touch screen phone——

When the text message was successfully sent, the second young master of the Xiao family had a hint of mischief and evil on his face.

[to unknown number]: I am interrogating a prisoner.

Through the glass window, Xiao Yan watched the man's mobile phone on the table vibrate and emit a bright light. The man sitting by the table seemed to be a little surprised and stopped talking, and then looked at the mobile phone on the table. He raised his head, and said something to Xiao Yan's subordinates calmly.

Soon, Xiao Yan looked at his worthless subordinate without any surprise and nodded.

Xiao Mo picked up the phone, as if he was not very familiar with how to use that phone. He watched the man who was used to the old system use the touch-screen phone awkwardly. on top of...

It looks good.

Probably after reading the content of the text message, when the smile on the lips of the young police officer standing outside the interrogation room became clearer, the black-haired man sitting in the interrogation room had "embarrassment", "helplessness" and other various expressions on his face. Different complex emotions flashed brilliantly on his face like New Year's fireworks.

He lowered his head even more, and wrote something on the screen...

Soon, the phone in Xiao Yan's hand vibrated again.

[from unknown number]: Coincidentally, I was interrogated at the North District Police Station.

"..."

What an honest man.

But this is very good, Xiao Yan never likes people playing tricks on him or lying to him.

[to unknown number]: Why did you change your phone number?What was he arrested for?drug trafficking?

Xiao Yan leaned against the door, lazily watching the elegant black-haired man frowning because of his text message - he knew that in fact, all places in Xiao's house were absolutely drug-free.

If Xiao Mo finds out that anyone is thinking about this, that person will die a miserable death.

[from unknown number]: You know I don’t touch these things. There was an accident at one of the halls recently. This morning, the head of the Qinglong Hall, Li, and his family were killed. I was just invited to the police station to assist in the investigation... The phone was stolen by me this morning. I accidentally broke it when I was angry, so I took it temporarily.

The man typed a long string of words. Apart from Xiao Yan being slightly taken aback by the news of the death of Hall Master Li's family, the young superintendent's face did not show much emotion—the eyes seemed a little mocking. Freezing on the handcuffs on the man's hand...

[to unknown number]: "Please"?

The man who received the text message seemed to sense the irony in that simple word, but he didn't react, he just glanced at the handcuffs on his hands with those gentle eyes——

[from unknown number]: Well, because apart from being my hall master, the rest has nothing to do with me.

—The rest is none of my business.

Xiao Yan stared at this text message for a long time.

The words that had nothing to do with Xiao Mo reminded him of another person... and this person probably took advantage of something during the years when he was almost disappearing...

And after Xiao Yan flipped through the previous oral transcript just now, he almost immediately read between the lines that the black-haired man in front of him clearly defended him.

Protect Xiao Yan.

On the surface, the man was making an alibi for himself.

In fact, judging from the details he described, he is protecting Xiao Yan at all - why he sleeps with his son, and the other's hands are always placed where he can feel him, why he sleeps very lightly, if Xiao Yan When Yan leaves, he will pay attention at the first time, why is Xiao Yan not sleeping well, and his legs are pressed against him all night...

And so on.

A bunch of bullshit.

Not sleeping well?

Xiao Yan wanted to say that he had never discovered that his twin brother who was perfect like a god had such a bad sleeping posture...

The person who sleeps poorly is actually you, right?Hold.

Across a door, outside the interrogation room, the young police superintendent, who was still lazily leaning against the wall, looked a little horrified at the black-haired man in the interrogation room.

...Unconsciously, Xiao Mo's "personal" "description" to him suddenly appeared in his mind. Xiao Yan was sleeping with a man. Their father fell asleep peacefully.

In order to prevent himself from hearing more such infuriating things, Xiao Yan decided not to talk to men anymore.

What's more, they have said enough today.

He was about to put his cell phone in his pocket, but at this moment, he saw that in the interrogation room, the man who had waited for a while and didn't get his text message started to lower his head and fiddle with it again with the consent of his pig teammate, the rookie superintendent. phone.

The second young master of the Xiao family who was standing outside the door pursed his lips - he guessed that the man was texting his twin brother at this moment.

This guess made Xiao Yan's gaze slightly darker.

However, what he didn't expect was that in his sight, when the man put down the phone again, the phone that Xiao Yan had already put in his pocket vibrated again!

Xiao Yan extinguished the cigarette at the corner of his lips, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then he took the phone out of his pocket for the second time.

[from unknown number]: How about the prisoner you interrogated?

Xiao Yan: "..."

I don't know how his subordinates would feel if they knew that the suspect he was interrogating was calmly accepting his interrogation while calmly chatting with his son...

For a moment, Xiao Yan wanted to tell Xiao Mo that the police station is not a press conference, don't play with your phone leisurely while being investigated!

But after thinking about it, it seems that the second young master of the Xiao family dismissed the idea, raised his eyelids, and lazily glanced at the man sitting at the table across the door from him. Swept across his beautiful, white jaw, and finally stopped on the man's thin lips.

pink.

When dry, I would occasionally lick my lips, or simply stick out the tip of my tongue subconsciously to lick them.

The amber pupils of the young police superintendent turned golden yellow as thick as honey, and the hand holding the mobile phone tightened slightly, and then he casually replied——

[to unknown number]: A good-looking prisoner.

When replying this text message, Xiao Yan's eyes never moved away from the man's face from the beginning to the end.

Soon, the phone vibrated again——

[from unknown number]: How beautiful is it?

[to unknown number]: Good to see, I think this interrogation will not last, and I have a reaction.I want to press him on the cold metal table in the interrogation room right now, take off his pants, lock his handcuffs with the foot of the table, rape him, make him cry, let him cry and tell me that he Is he the mastermind of this case...

After pressing the text message word by word, Xiao Yan sent it. During the whole process, the young man's attention seemed to be more focused. He stared at the man with burning eyes—the moment the other party received his text message, his face turned pale. There seemed to be a momentary astonishment, however, the man seemed to adjust quickly, and his face returned to the original indifference almost in a second.

[from unknown number]: Be attentive when working...you can ask her for her phone number and ask her out after get off work.

Xiao Yan's eyes were tainted with a smile, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

[to unknown number]: It's almost here, and he personally delivered it to the door.

Xiao Yan looked at the face of the man who was only one door away from him with a momentary shock. He looked puzzled, as if he was wondering why a simple interrogation could cause sparks to spark between the police officer and the prisoner. To the extent of exchanging numbers...

The look on a man's face can never be called "happy".

Because if he was really happy, the curves at the corners of his eyes would be soft, and his brows wouldn't be slightly furrowed like they are now.

However, the content of his text message was——

[from unknown number]: Congratulations.

[to unknown number]: Ha.

Xiao Yan, who was standing by the door, watched the man silently put the phone back between him and the rookie superintendent. The corners of the man's lips moved, as if he was talking to the policeman sitting opposite him in a low voice. Secretary said something, and then, that guy took a transparent plastic bag for evidence, and put the phone away...

Called in the past, has been shut down.

The second young master of the Xiao family raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

At the same time, the phone vibrated crazily again, the young police officer looked down at the caller ID, and then slowly connected him——

"Hey, brother..."

……

"Well, Dad is here..."

……

"I didn't embarrass him."

……

"However, hearing him admit that you slept together last night was very detailed, very detailed, enough for me to imagine a complete picture... This makes me want to lynch him..."

……

"Eh, yeah, it's obvious isn't it?"

……

"I'm back, and I won't leave this time."