Above, please use some force

He Wen raised his eyebrows, as if waiting for the next sentence.

"Yesterday at around 2 o'clock in the morning, a male body was found by the river outside the western suburbs of L City." The man's eyes were sharp, and his eyes locked on him, as if trying to see some clues on He Wen's face, "The identity of the deceased has been confirmed." It's true, Li Yuan."

The expression on He Wen's face was a little weird, and the few policemen beside him didn't catch his momentary surprise, except for the man who was talking to him.

Without asking any more questions, He Wen went back to the house and changed his clothes, and left a note for Fang Jun. He did not hide anything, but said directly and clearly that Li Yuan was dead, and he needed to go to the police station to record a statement.

Everyone's lifestyle and style of dealing with people are very different. In his opinion, telling the truth can sometimes save a lot of unnecessary troubles.

If he only said that he had something to go out, Fang Jun would guess wildly by himself.

If this continues, there may be some disputes between the two people that may not seem too serious at the time and will not be mentioned afterwards.

However, this is not forgetting, but precipitation.

Once accumulated, it will be a fatal crisis problem after the outbreak.

When he followed several policemen downstairs, the man said, don't worry, Mr. He, the paparazzi nearby have all been taken away.

He Wen smiled and jokingly said, why take them away?

The man frowned, and only said two words, disturbing the people.

On New Year's Eve, there is not much sense of the year in the police station. A few people who gave statements were sitting scattered, probably because the air conditioner has been turned on for a long time, and there are fewer water molecules in the air, which is a bit dry.

When He Wen walked in, the atmosphere changed obviously.

The policemen on duty glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, some with curiosity, some with contempt, and some with strange eyes.

He Wen cynically raised the corners of his lips and smiled at them. He Wen put his hands in his pockets and walked very casually. Among several policemen, he gave people the impression that he was the law enforcement officer who escorted the prisoners.

Walking into an interrogation room, He Wen sat on a chair, glanced at the ID card hanging on the chest of the man across from him, "Officer Yang, do you have any cigarettes?"

Yang Lin glanced at the man who was sitting lazily and casually, and his gaze swept under the loose collar of the man. From his angle, he could see the faintly visible and thin collarbone of the man, with a few faint scarlet marks on it.

The man's skin is even a little too pale, with a hint of sickness, very weak, this is the first impression most people see when they see it.

But what the man's eyes revealed was a wild wolf, and he might pounce on it and bite him at any time.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, Yang Lin opened the package and took out one and handed it over. He Wen didn't reach out to take it, but leaned over and directly held the cigarette butt in his mouth, curled up his light-colored lips, and smiled at Yang Lin, "Officer Yang, don't you mind lighting me a cigarette by the way?"

The brisk tone turns slightly, with ridicule and interest, which can stir up other people's emotions, and will uncontrollably do irrational things.

Yang Lin took a deep breath, this man was a hundred times more terrifying than what was in the information, he would be led by the nose if he was not careful, and he didn't even know it.

"The police and the people cooperate, and the world will be peaceful." He Wen adjusted his posture, leaned back, and leaned on the chair with a relaxed back, two legs crossed casually, and the toe of the other leg touched the ground.

The originally cold atmosphere in the interrogation room became a little agitated, a flame sprang up in Yang Lin's eyes, and disappeared in the next moment, his reason pulled him back from his thoughts.

This man is deliberately provoking, the purpose is to disrupt his thinking, force him to get angry, and lure him to make a move.

If he failed to control his mentality in time to make a move, then it would not be so simple for the police to use force for no reason in the interrogation room and report this matter to the police.

"If you don't want to be an actor, you can definitely apply for the police academy." Yang Lin took out the lighter, and the orange flame swept across the cigarette near He Wen's mouth, and there was a hint of imperceptible appreciation in his tone, "It has something to do with psychology." Research?"

"I took psychology as an elective in college, does that count?" He Wen blew out a smoke ring, laughing terribly.

Yang Lin raised his eyes and met a pair of clear eyes full of evil and mocking smiles. He squinted his eyes and smiled, "Forget it." After speaking, he walked around the table and sat on the opposite chair.

The interrogation room fell into silence for a long time, He Wen was smoking a cigarette, and the expression on his face was somewhat blurred under the shroud of smoke.

Picking up the teacup on the table and taking a sip of tea, Yang Lin's expression was no longer relaxed, and he threw a piece of information in front of He Wen sullenly, "Does Mr. He know this person?"

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it aside with his fingertips. He Wen glanced at the one-inch photo.

"Where is he?" After a while, when Yang Lin was about to warn He Wen, He Wen spoke.

Yang Lin was startled for a moment before looking at him, "Mr. Jian is being interrogated in the interrogation room next door."

After taking a deep puff of the cigarette, He Wen signaled him to continue.

"Where were you in the early hours of last night? What were you doing?" There was no obscurity, straight to the point.

He Wen raised his eyebrows, "At home, have sex with my lover on the bed."

"Which one?" Probably due to professional habits, Yang Lin's dark eyes observed the opposite person like a hound.

This sentence is obviously impolite, but Yang Lin doesn't seem to think it.

He raised his eyelids to look at the sharp and capable man opposite, and said these two words in a slow tone, "Fang Jun."

"So where were you around 10pm on October 12th? What were you doing?"

"Sir, what were you doing that night?" He Wen asked back, his voice was gloomy, just like his mood at the moment, he was being invited to the police station early in the morning, and he was restraining his irritable emotions.

"Did you find that you can't remember clearly at all?" He Wen glanced at the sinking expression on Yang Lin's face, and flicked off the ash on the cigarette, "You can't remember what happened a few months ago. Ability beyond that of ordinary people.”

Yang Lin showed a somewhat apologetic expression, but the expression on his face was very disproportionate, and he threw another file bag over.

"It was found at his home." Yang Lin clasped his hands on the table and said in a deep voice, "It has been confirmed that the recipient is Mr. He."

With a cigarette in his mouth, He Wen opened the file bag and took a few glances. He remembered the torn shirt almost instantly.

"Mr. He, please explain your relationship with the deceased."

"You can't even talk about friends." He Wen pretended to be thinking seriously.

Yang Lin picked up a transparent plastic bag, "There is a diary among the deceased's belongings, and there is a photo in it. The person in the photo is Mr. He."

A dark and unpredictable strange thought flashed through his mind, and He Wen quickly got out of that weird thought, and he said, "I'm also very interested."

As a law enforcement officer, Yang Lin has a very good attitude. He took another sip of tea, "What is the relationship between Mr. He and Mr. Jian?"

He had taken over this case as early as two months ago. It was just a disappearance case at first, but since the early hours of last night, the nature of the case has changed.

And the clues he obtained through a series of investigations all point in one direction.

He Wen sat up straight, with a trace of fury in his eyes, "Can Officer Yang tell me what is the connection between the two?"

Keenly aware of the dangerous aura emanating from the other party, Yang Lin's eyes flashed, "Before the truth is revealed, any clues may become the most critical factor."

What he said was very rigorous, without a trace of flaws.

Then he asked some more questions, more straightforward each time, challenging He Wen's little patience.

He Wen extinguished the cigarette on the table, he raised his head suddenly, there was a sense of sarcasm in his lazy gaze, he stood up slowly, put his hands on both sides of the table, leaned forward, like a beast waiting for an opportunity, his eyes With an evil smile, "Officer Yang, before there is no evidence, I am just a suspect. Do you need me to ask your boss to call and tell you the attitude you should have when dealing with suspects?"

A strong sense of crisis came to his face, Yang Lin touched his waist almost instinctively.

Slightly squinting his eyes, He Wen smiled casually and said, "Let me guess what's on your waist, an electric baton? Type 64 pistol?"

Cold sweat ran down Yang Lin's forehead. He realized that he was too excited. He stretched out his hand and tugged at his collar, cursing inwardly. He lost control again. It seems that he needs to go back to the police academy after the Chinese New Year.

The interrogation room on the other side is another scene.

"How long has Mr. Jian known the deceased?" The interrogator was a middle-aged man, Chen Ming.

Compared with He Wen's laziness, the concise sitting posture is much more elegant, and the magnetic voice has strong impatience, "It's been five or six years."

Chen Ming lowered his head and flipped through the documents, "The deceased suffered from high hallucinations, did Mr. Jian know this?"

"Do you think I will use a sick driver?" Frowning, he said concisely and coldly.

"Does Mr. Jian know this person?" Chen Ming pointed to a photo on the information.

Glancing at the strange face lightly, Jian Jian didn't respond.

"He is the only friend of the deceased, named Wu Tao, and an employee of Mr. Jian's head office, who is mainly responsible for cleaning the company's aisles."

Jian Ming raised her eyebrows, propped her head up as if she was about to fall asleep.

"He provided a few things. I think Mr. Jian must be very interested." When Chen Ming said this, he paused intentionally. This was an act of waiting for his opponent's attention.

However, the man sitting opposite him didn't react at all, just like a calm lake, leaving no trace.

Chen Ming pursed his lips, stared at Jian Jian without saying a word, and he spoke after a while, "The deceased told his friends more than once that he had a good relationship with his boss, and that his boss gave him a gift A lot of things…”

"Do you think I look like a boss who is considerate and loving to his subordinates?" Jian Jian's tone was cold, with a stern look on his face.

Not at all, Chen Ming replied in his heart, he continued to say, "The deceased wrote a lot in the diary, including how you met, how you had sex in the car, how you took off his pants, how kiss him."

Jian Jian's face was completely dark.

"Wu Tao also provided one more thing." Chen Mingying stared at Jian Jian with a normal gaze, "He said that the deceased said more than once that he was going to marry the boss."

boom---

Jian Jian smashed his fist into the table, he grabbed Chen Ming's collar, his breath seemed to be filled with terrible hostility, and his eyes were horrified, "Don't talk about a mental illness, he has a mental illness, don't you? sick too?"

Damn, she looks normal during the day, and she does things in a well-regulated manner, but the ghost knows that she is a psychopath, and there is a storm in Jian Jian's eyes.

The feeling of being entangled by a poisonous snake was very clear. Chen Ming swallowed his saliva, and calmly looked at the aristocratic man in front of him who had lost his demeanor. "I'm sorry, but please cooperate with us in the next investigation, Mr. Jian."

When He Wen and Jian Ming met at the police station, He Wen was cursing and smoothing his already messy hair, when the familiar voice in his ear stopped him.

"Last time you carried the package with me, I didn't think about Li Yuan." The two walked outside, the concise voice was not much heavy.

It seems that he can master everything, an invincible man.

"Don't use the suspect, don't use the hire." Seeing that He Wen didn't pay attention, he said concisely, "I will use him because I can trust it, so I didn't doubt it."

He Wen snorted, "Do you think those people inside are more likely to guess who the murderer is?"

"It's not you, and it's not me." Jian Jian raised his hand to stroke He Wen's messy hair, ignoring the gazes of the people around him. He missed the touch in his palm.

The next moment, he pulled He Wen to his side with a little force, pressed his lips, and the rude kiss invaded the breath in his mouth.

The jaws of the police officers and the perpetrators almost dropped from shock.

Until He Wen and Jian Ming left, they didn't recover.

"The first time I saw him, I saw hostility in his eyes." He Wen stopped when he was about ten steps away from the gate, "He Wen's death in the past should be related to him, so this incident If we continue to investigate the matter, we may unearth a lot of things.”

Jian Ming frowned, and said coldly, "You never mentioned it to me before."

"Why should I tell you?" He Wen looked at him evilly, and laughed unceremoniously, "Anyone with a brain can see it."

Rubbing the corner of He Wen's lips with his thumb, he couldn't see how much anger there was. He hooked his lips and looked at the undisguised passion and desire in He Wen's eyes, "Arrogant and conceited man."

He Wen glanced at a certain position between Jian Ming's legs, then looked in the direction of the door, then took a few steps back and stood in the corner.

"Tomorrow I'll be at Sunshine Apartment." Jian Jian walked towards the door after finishing speaking.

After waiting for a while, He Wencai walked out. As soon as he appeared at the door, he was surrounded by a group of reporters.

"Mr. He, why did the police invite you to the police station for tea?"

He Wen met all kinds of skeptical eyes, "As a good citizen, I have an obligation to assist the police."

""The Third Kind of Love" is Mr. He's first film in your company. After the filming time is confirmed, there are endless news about you. May I ask whether Mr. He intends to use this to hype up that movie?"

"Could it be that I'm not popular enough in your opinion?" A dark light flashed in He Wen's eyes, with an arrogant and confident tone.

The implication is, does he still need to increase his popularity for the sake of hype?

The reporter who asked the question was immediately stopped. Today's He Wen can be said to be a miracle in the entertainment industry, and his comeback was very successful.

"Mr. Song is still in the hospital. It is said that he will not live long. Is Mr. He a little heartless?"

Can't live long?Why don't you just say that you won't live for a few days?

He Wen raised the corner of his mouth, and fixed his sharp eyes on the reporter, "What do you want me to do?"

The opponent choked.

Seeing that many people came to watch, He Wen's eyes turned cold in an instant, "Is there anything else to ask? If not, I will go back to celebrate the New Year. I hope to see myself on the headlines tomorrow." The tone was very bad, and there was a hint of teasing meaning.

"Remember to take pictures of me more realistically, and don't use any retouching tools." Leaving aside a joke, he took the opportunity to walk to the parking lot next to him, and opened the door facing him from the inside. He Wen followed the reporters. When he arrived, he was already in the car.

In the car, He Wen exhaled and said simply and directly, "Li Yuan is dead."

When Fang Jun in the driver's seat heard He Wen's words, he turned his head and saw the other person's face clouded, "A highly paranoid patient."

"Don't worry, He Wen, the police will find out the truth about this matter." Fang Jun tried to comfort him.

"He will die sooner or later, but it's too early, and it's not the right time." He Wen's eyes were cold, "It's not a good thing that I got involved in a criminal case as soon as I established the company."

The gossip reporters and audience outside didn't care whether it was related to him or not, they would spread the word.

There is no way to calm things down, but to let things develop in the worst direction.

At worst, it's all over.

He Wen licked the corner of his lips, the bloodthirsty light flickered, it could not be caused by the original owner of this body, it might have something to do with him, and something to do with the Shen family.

After throwing off the paparazzi who followed, He Wen and Fang Jun did not go home, but went to another place.

The car was parked on the side of a remote road, and there were very few vehicles passing by. This road was already a little far away from the urban area. Looking around, there was a wide field of vision, and there was no towering obstacle.

He Wen got out of the car and walked to the black car that had been parked beside him at some point. He opened the door and got in.

The man in the car handed over an early breakfast.

He Wen didn't eat anything in the morning, and He Wen's stomach was really empty, so he took it and started to eat, without asking how much the other party knew.

After a while, He Wen wiped his mouth with a tissue, "Brother, you were responsible for Li Yuan's disappearance, right?" Intentionally or unintentionally, he did not use a determined tone, but chose to ask.

Shen Cheng looked at He Wen with deep eyes, and after the two looked at each other for a few moments, He Wen withdrew his gaze.

He came up with two answers.

Shen Cheng sent people to do Li Yuan's disappearance, but his death was not ordered by Shen Cheng.

If it was a matter of the Shen family, Shen Cheng would use people trained from the Shen family's ancestral hall, but if it was a private matter, he would only send out a few trustworthy subordinates.

Huofeng prefers bare-handed melee combat in combat, and she is not good at any weapons, especially hot weapons.

As for Montenegro, he is good at cold weapons, mostly daggers.

And Jin Xiu is the best marksman among the three, but he usually doesn't kill his opponent with one blow, he prefers to watch his opponent slowly bleed to death.

Not the way of the three of them.

There was a circle of bruises on Chen Yuan's neck, he should have been strangled to death, but strangely he didn't struggle.

Who will it be?For what purpose?Do you want to blame Jian Ming or him?

He Wen frowned, his eyes were filled with flames.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if he had overlooked some key points...

"Feng Qing is under Huofeng's surveillance, and there is no change." Shen Cheng withdrew his gaze and looked out the window, "That Wu Tao has a problem."

He Wen hummed, and through Yang Lin's mouth, he had already confirmed that Wu Tao's behavior was unusual. His friend died, and there was no chaos at all, and his thinking was very calm.

A deep voice came from Shen Cheng's slightly pursed lips, and he lifted his chin slightly, "Heishan has gone."

"Brother, you looked very charming just now, I really want to press you down and do it once." Purely bewitched, my hand naturally penetrated deep from Shen Cheng's collar, and pinched his chest.

Shen Cheng looked at the person smiling at him, he lowered his head and kissed him, there was no passionate collision, only gentle lingering.

In the evening Fang Jun made dumplings, they looked a bit ugly, but the taste made both He Wen and Shen Cheng show a strange expression.

It's not how delicious it is, but the taste in memory.

Fang Jun said that he went to Daoxiang Village, and after inquiring about it, he went to M City. Fortunately, he found the person he was looking for.

If you try to do some things, you will find that what you get will be much more than what you paid.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, the three of them sat on the sofa and watched TV. Shen Cheng remained silent as usual, and Fang Jun said very little.

He Wen was reclining, with his head resting on Shen Cheng's legs, and his feet resting on Fang Jun's body, with just enough strength to massage the soles of his feet, which was very comfortable and satisfying.

However, separated by two districts, a certain hospital seemed much colder.

The man on the hospital bed had a very thin face, and he was sleeping peacefully. The corners of his pale lips were slightly raised, as if he was having some kind of dream.

The cold moonlight poured in through the windows, making the ward even more desolate.

The door was pushed open, and Han Wenwen walked in from the outside, with his back to the moonlight, the shadow under his haggard face was deep fatigue and worry.

The woman who used to only wear high heels began to adapt to flat shoes, her footsteps were very soft when she walked, she sat on the chair beside the bed, put the basin in her hand on the table gently, and wrung out the towel to wipe the man's hands, " Something happened to him and he was involved in a criminal case."

"Ziyu, wake up, he needs you now." As usual, there was no response.

Han Wenwen sat for a while, quietly looking at the side of the man's face. After looking at it for a long time, his eyes felt a little sore.

Want to cry, so she cried, tears like rain.

"At that time, I was still your fan, and I dreamed that one day I could see you and talk to you." Han Wenwen cried quietly, "I didn't know the reality of the dream until I stood on the same stage with you one day. can come true.”

"Ziyu, dreams can come true, as long as you keep thinking, keep running in that direction, and keep..."

Han Wenwen's voice was choked up.

She has been looking at the electrocardiograph these days, never knowing that life can be so fragile.

Today was New Year's Eve, and the man on the bed didn't have any relatives or friends. She knew that even if the man fell into a deep sleep, he must be very lonely.

Wiping the tears off his face, Han Wenwen tidied his hair, stood up, pressed the corner of the quilt, turned and left.

The moment the door of the ward closed, the closed eyes of the man on the bed moved slightly, the range was very small, and no one saw it in the empty ward.

The number of times He Wen has been to Sunshine Apartment can be counted on the fingers.

For the first time, he and Jian Jian did not rush over and gnaw roughly like two primitive animals, but sat on the balcony silently making smoke.

The window was not fully closed, and a gap was opened, and the cold wind kept blowing in, but the smoke showed no sign of dissipating.

"His father saved me, so after his father passed away, I asked him to be my driver." Jian Jian puffed out smoke rings, his voice hoarse.

"I understand a little about paranoia." He Wen lit another cigarette and leaned on his shoulder.

Raising his head and squinting his eyes to see the moonlight outside the window, his voice was a little low, "In his fantasy world, there is something he wants most, just like cigarettes. Once he becomes addicted, it will be difficult to get rid of it."

"Fuck you once, I'm addicted too." Jian Jian said flirtatiously, "It should be you now."

With a provocative smile and a sarcastic expression in his eyes, He Wen chuckled, "Could it be tighter there?"

"I fell in love with the soul living in this body, is the answer clear enough?" Jian Jian took a puff of cigarette, clamped He Wen's jaw violently, and put the puff of smoke into his mouth, the mingled saliva was thick The smell of nicotine, the scorching heat can make each other feel pleasure.

He Wen and Jian Ming leaned over to kiss each other after a while, biting each other's red and swollen lips, listening to the disordered breathing spread between their close bodies.

Jian Ming's lower body was extremely stiff, and he rubbed against He Wen vigorously through his trousers, making his underwear slippery.

Later, the soft object under He Wen also gradually reacted, he held himself with both hands and moved up and down with the simple implement.

The two looked at each other to see the desire in each other's eyes, their tongues were entwined, and the water stains of saliva were loud.

The lower bodies were rubbed together tightly, and the irritating feeling followed the warm white liquid to draw an arc in mid-air, and when it was sprayed on the two of them, it reached its peak.

"Spend the New Year with me this year." Jian Ming hugged He Wen, breathing heavily, waiting for the residual warmth after the orgasm to pass.

The man exposed his inner voice without covering up, lonely.

He Wen didn't respond, he pushed Jian Jie away, and took off his clothes while walking to the bedroom, "Do you want to take a shower together?"

Touching his lips with the finger that still carried the breath of the other party, Jian Jian's expression darkened, and the desire that had just been released raised his head again.

At night, both of them were a little crazy, probably because people are under pressure and desperately want to find a place to vent.

The next morning, He Wen looked sideways at the man sleeping next to him. He put his hands on the other's neck, and tightened it up little by little.

The sleeping man woke up because he couldn't breathe, first flashed murderous looks, and then saw the face in front of him clearly, he didn't move the hands on his neck, but asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"

"You had a dream last night." He Wen exerted more force, seeing that Jian Jian's face turned red, he smiled a little weirdly, "Just pinch my neck and say..."

"Stop talking." Jian Ming suddenly became furious, his face distorted, looking at the obvious bruise mark on the white neck of the person in front of him, his eyes felt distressed.

He leaned over and bit He Wen's neck, the oozing blood was licked and swallowed into his stomach, his drooping eyes were red.

"Jian Ming, you should see a doctor." He Wen squinted his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head, his eyes full of deep meaning.

This person probably hated the former He Wen to the bottom of his heart, and once he relaxed his mind, he would instinctively use violence against this body.

Last night was the first time he and Jian Jian slept together, and something was wrong with Jian Jian in the second half of the night. If he hadn't cut Jian Jian's back with a hand knife, the place behind him must be bloody.

He Wen frowned, there was no memory of Concise in his mind, and he tried to call the weak soul hidden in his body, but there was no response.

What kind of hatred?Patricide?

"Can you not go?" There was a little pleading in the hoarse voice, Jian Jian licked the mark on He Wen's neck with his tongue.

"Don't go? Yes." He Wen suddenly raised his knees and bumped into Jian Jian, "Then get off me."

"Okay, I'll get out." Jian Jian said, he hugged He Wen tightly and rolled on the bed twice, the final position remained the same, he still held He Wen tightly in his arms.

"Actually, I have been receiving psychological counseling, and I have not given up on treatment."

"Get up." With a sneer from his nasal cavity, He Wen grabbed Jian Jian's hair and pulled it, "I have something to do this afternoon."

"Lie down for a while." The big hand stroked his chest, separated He Wen's legs, and buried his head to bite the swollen red granules under his fingertips.

A few days later, Qi Yue, who seemed to have evaporated, appeared in front of He Wen on the opposite side of the door, still with a gentle look, "I read the news in the newspaper." Qi Yue peeled the orange and smiled at He Wen, "Need Lawyer? I have a friend who can turn black into white."

He Wen glanced at the oranges in Qi Yue's hand, "You also like oranges?"

"I don't really like to eat it." After Qi Yue finished speaking, he opened a piece of orange flesh and put it in his mouth, with a vague voice, "My friend likes to eat it. At that time, I was curious, are oranges so delicious? Guess he How to say?"

"Oranges are very sweet." He Wen crossed his arms and said casually.

Hearing this, Qi Yue raised his head and glanced at He Wen. He shrugged his shoulders, his expression on his face was a bit unpredictable, "And I only tasted sour when I ate it."

"That means you don't like to eat oranges, so why force yourself." He Wen looked at Qi Yue eating oranges with a painful expression, and pursed his lips playfully.

Qi Yue said meaningfully, "I have to try."