There is always a cheater behind every detective

Zhao Zhuojie immediately protected Bai Yan behind him, and so did the other accompanying bodyguards, only those with female companions had to block the meat shield, didn't they regret it?

However, they seemed too empty, the dark tunnel lit up, and there were several stairs and an elevator door in front of them.

Yes, the elevator door built underground is quite gorgeous in shape, with dark golden flowers on the facade, antique shape, and its style is no different from that of a five-star hotel.

At this time, the person who led the way explained to them: "The venue is underground, please take the elevator down in batches."

After saying that, this person had already opened the elevator door for them, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no one wanted to be the first one, until Bai Yan stepped out, Zhao Zhuojie followed, and several people followed quietly.

In fact, they all understand that if the other party is really malicious, then it is not up to them whether they are willing or not. This is the lair of others.

The elevator quickly sent them underground. In modern times, underground buildings are not unusual at all. What is strange is that there is a magnificent underground building on a deserted island. The luxurious architectural style comparable to ancient temples and palaces is impressive. The people's eyes lit up, they were greeted by someone as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they needed to go through a security check, and then found a lot of pistols, knives, etc., there were many of these things on the bodyguards, but they were not confiscated, but someone actually brought a few grenades, these were dropped.Zhao Zhuojie looked at his mobile phone casually, but he was not in the service area. He turned around and looked around the entire lobby, and found that there were no less than ten people guarding with guns. Sure enough, there was no need to worry about them rebelling.

After passing through the security check, they were assigned accommodation according to the invitation, and a waiter led them to leave.

The waiter asked Bai Yan if he wanted one or two rooms, Bai Yan cast a questioning look at Zhao Zhuojie, Zhao Zhuojie answered quickly: "One room."

The waiter looked at Bai Yan, but Bai Yan didn't object, so they were in the same room.

Two people enter the room, which is not smaller than the hotel's high-end business suite, enough for two people to live together, and it is well-equipped.The waiter put down his luggage and left. Zhao Zhuojie first picked up the only phone in the room to make sure that he could only make internal calls. Then he looked all over the room, but he didn't find any monitoring equipment, so he began to worry about it.He thought for a while, opened the belt buckle interlayer and took out two button-shaped things, took them out and tried them out, the expected result made his brows frowned.

"There are disturbances in this place, and these little things don't work."

This is really too bad, now they need manpower to obtain information, and modern science and technology support can't be used.

Bai Yan understood, then nodded: "I will give you a warning."

Zhao Zhuojie smiled wryly, this time he really needs Bai Yan to cover him up, he needs to use primitive methods to obtain information, he can't get in touch with the outside world, and he can't determine where he is, the reinforcements from his adoptive father can't come. Can support themselves.But how could the two of them destroy such a huge organization?I'm afraid they'll have to return empty-handed this time.

Thinking in this way, Zhao Zhuojie couldn't help taking a peek at Bai Yan. The latter opened the suitcase and was rummaging through it. The profile of his face was perfect. It seemed that he was not affected by the bad discovery at all. His expression was calm and calm, neither surprised nor surprised.

At this moment, Zhao Zhuojie couldn't help but think, as long as he can escape completely this time, as long as this person is not hurt, he is actually lucky enough, isn't he?

"Then, please." Zhao Zhuojie said softly.

Bai Yan just turned out the drawing book, and when she heard the words, she turned her face and pursed her lips lightly: "Please trust me."

"Well, I believe you." Zhao Zhuojie pulled off his bow tie and unbuttoned his discipline: "I'm going to take a shower first, this dress is too uncomfortable."

Bai Yan nodded, watched the tall figure disappear behind the bathroom door, opened the drawing book and began to paint, the man's clean and handsome face quickly occupied the blank space and became the protagonist, Bai Yan wrote very fast, and finished it not long after.He looked at the man in the painting, then carefully looked at the door of the bathroom, and listened attentively. The sound of the water was loud. A smile appeared on his face, and then he kissed the lips painted with charcoal devoutly, expressing his love silently. meaning.

When Zhao Zhuojie came out, Bai Yan was painting with another drawing book, she was so concentrated that she didn't even notice Zhao Zhuojie's arrival.

"Go take a shower."

Bai Yan turned her head and met Zhao Zhuojie who was only wearing a bathrobe. He turned around and closed the drawing book: "Well, I'll go wash it. You can read the drawing book when you have time."

Zhao Zhuojie nodded, and when Bai Yan took a change of clothes into the bathroom, he threw down the towel to dry his hair, wishing he could slap himself, he felt that he was really sick, and he expected to see Bai Yan's shy reaction just now.

Anxiously, he picked up the drawing book and flipped through it. The content of the painting inside was the same, it was the man being tortured. In the blank space next to the painting, there was Bai Yan's handwriting, recording some details of the dream, such as language, smell , feel.

The more Zhao Zhuojie watched, the more irritable he became. He felt that Bai Yan's dream was becoming more and more real. He had recorded his feelings about the murderer and even his psychological changes in detail. He couldn't imagine how Bai Yan maintained his original self in the dream. A feeling of being forcibly overlapped with someone else's soul?

Flipping through the pages, there was finally a different page. It was a familiar figure from the back, who was standing in the middle of the drawing paper in a prone position. Below was the hand holding the gun, aiming the muzzle at the figure.Zhao Zhuojie immediately realized that the back was himself, and he was obviously lying on top of something, that part was left blank, but it didn't matter anymore, the important thing was that this was Xiaobai's dream that he would be shot.

Zhao Zhuojie looked at the painting carefully, and didn't understand what he was doing in the painting. He was pointed at by a gun at such a close distance, but he didn't notice it. Was he sleeping on his stomach?

Next to it is Bai Yan's comment on the murderer's mood: contradictory, guilty, but determined.

sorry?Should this emotion be present in a murderer?Why did the murderer have such feelings, and what was the relationship between them?Who is the murderer?

Zhao Zhuojie unconsciously entered the case-handling mode and wanted to analyze the murderer. At this time, Bai Yan came out of the room, her hair was half-wiped, and her black hair was a little messy. She was wearing casual clothes, and her face was slightly steamed red. water relationship.Zhao Zhuojie couldn't look away, he found that the result of suppressing his desire recently was the embarrassing situation that directly led to Zhao Jin - he was hardened, it was dissatisfaction with desire.

Zhao Zhuojie only felt his lips were dry and irritable. He licked his lips, and awkwardly changed his posture to cover up his ugly appearance. Bai Yan obviously didn't pay much attention to this kind of thing, and didn't notice any abnormalities. Seeing him holding the drawing book, he left When he came over, Zhao Zhuojie wished he could break off his unworthy little brother.

After thinking about it, Zhao Zhuojie didn't have that self-abuse tendency, he took a deep breath quietly, and when Bai Yan walked to the side and sat down, his muscles were tense.

"I don't know if I will have this... dream today."

Zhao Zhuojie licked his lips again, secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten his feverish throat, and then said: "Hey, is this painting unfinished? What am I lying on my stomach? This posture is really ugly."

Bai Yan was silent for a moment: "It's an insignificant thing."

Zhao Zhuojie frowned: "It's rare for you not to finish the painting. What kind of insignificant thing is it? Why am I lying on top of it?"

If you look carefully, the thing is not high, and it seems not small if you can lie on your stomach, but it is not a table or something.

Bai Yan didn't expect Zhao Zhuojie to search for the root cause, so he turned his eyes to look elsewhere, and after a little deliberation, he said, "It's a sofa, I haven't finished painting it yet."

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it out. Zhao Zhuojie carefully looked at Bai Yan's expression. The latter had already taken back his notebook, picked up his pen, and drew a sofa in two or three strokes. It seemed reasonable and not abrupt, but Zhao Zhuojie couldn't figure out why he would lie on the sofa instead of sitting or sleeping on it, and he didn't notice the danger.

"Was I sleeping?"

Bai Yan thought of Zhao Zhuojie's heartbroken appearance at that time, because she knew that this sadness came from him in the coffin, she felt warm in her heart, and smiled: "Is it?"

Zhao Zhuojie looked at the smile on his face, and said after a while, "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

Bai Yan shook her head, calmly: "I didn't, I just want to find out who wants to kill you."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuojie still didn't quite believe it was real, but he felt Bai Yan's concern, so he said: "Just do your best, don't be too nervous, this should just be a nightmare."

Bai Yan was very troubled, he didn't know how to mobilize Zhao Zhuojie's enthusiasm, how to make this person care more about this dream?

Yes, he wasn't sure if this would really happen, but what if it happened?Just thinking of this possibility made Bai Yan unable to calm down.

Knowing that his persuasion hadn't worked, Zhao Zhuojie sighed. He felt that this dream was really unreliable. He was very confident in his skills. There would never be anyone who could get so close to him and release malice without being noticed. Really not worried at all.

"Well, you didn't sleep much yesterday, go to sleep first... sleep again when you wake up, and forget about painting."

Bai Yan also felt that she should be asleep. Only when she fell asleep would she be able to dream again and find more clues.

In fact, it was early morning at this time, and she was tired enough after tossing around for this period of time. Bai Yan lay down, and Zhao Zhuojie also lay down on the other bed, and the room soon became quiet.

At dawn, Bai Yan fell into a dream again, and this time the dream was even more chaotic. There was the story of his parents being killed 15 years ago, a strange man who was tortured, and a living person whose heart was cut open. Finally, he finally entered the dream he was eagerly looking forward to. .

In the dream, Zhao Zhuojie was still lying on his coffin and crying bitterly, the voice was full of regret and pain, Bai Yan felt that his scalp was numb, and he even thought it would be good to lie in the coffin, so that at least this person would treat him better.Then the murderer raised the gun again. After the sound of the gunshot, the dream ended again. Before he had time to see where the bullet hit, his eyes saw the ceiling with a circle of dim yellow lights.

He closed his eyes again, opened them ten minutes later, and it was still clear. He couldn't fall asleep, so he turned over, picked up the drawing book and drew the same picture again. When he drew the outline of the coffin, he was still two or three The pen was changed to a sofa, and while he was drawing, a cup of hot cocoa appeared in front of his eyes. He put down the drawing book and took the cup without raising his eyes, but the man squatted down to meet his gaze.

After only sleeping for a while, new stubble appeared on his chin, which was connected into a blue color. After sleeping, his hair became more messy, but he looked sexy, especially when he was wearing pajamas with a wide collar that exposed a part of his bronze-colored strong chest.

Bai Yan took a sip of cocoa, staring at the chocolate-colored liquid in a daze.

"Go to sleep after drinking, don't draw anymore." Zhao Zhuojie stared at the two small fan shadows on Bai Yan's face and said.

Bai Yan nodded. In fact, the dream this time is not the slightest difference from the previous one, and it is indeed meaningless no matter how you draw it.

"I think it's true." Bai Yan murmured, "Trust me."

Zhao Zhuojie was silent at first, and then replied: "Well, I will believe you, and I will pay attention."

Bai Yan smiled, faintly, but fulfilled and happy.

Then it was shattered by Zhao Zhuojie's next sentence.

"You don't have amnesia, right?" Zhao Zhuojie looked at Bai Yan, whose face turned pale instantly, with a delicate mood: "Just now you called me nervous in a dream, it doesn't look like you are only for brothers."

After a long while, Bai Yan smiled lightly with a pale face, and said, "I lost my memory."

Zhao Zhuojie pursed his lips. He knew that he should follow Bai Yan's steps and continue to be like a brother, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what. Finally he picked another topic: "You said the sofa you painted is not a sofa, but a sofa. What? Xiaobai, don't lie to me."

Bai Yan hurriedly closed the drawing book, a little at a loss, and fought back against the hunter who had laid a trap: "Why can't you? You're lying too? You said you would love me."

Complete failure, Zhao Zhuojie didn't dare to answer this sentence at all, yes, he lied, all his promises fell through, he didn't give this person anything, but took away a lot, including happiness and a normal life.

The two were stalemate, Bai Yan was expecting that Zhao Zhuojie would let go of the question in the painting, but Zhao Zhuojie remained silent, and finally he opened his lips.

"Go to sleep."

Bai Yan's face turned even paler, looking at the man who turned around and lay back on the bed, holding the cocoa until it became cold, the man didn't turn around.

Zhao Zhuojie didn't need to turn around to know that Bai Yan didn't fall asleep. He bit his fist and forced himself not to care, but he was shaking both mentally and physically. He couldn't control himself, and wanted to turn around and embrace Bai Yan. Into his arms, even though he knew it was impossible, he was really about to lose control of himself.

Just when Zhao Zhuojie was about to surrender, there was a knock on the door, Zhao Zhuojie and Bai Yan turned their heads to look at the door at the same time.

"Gentlemen, please open the door, we need to confirm whether the two are safe."

Zhao Zhuojie walked to the door first, gave Bai Yan a comforting look, and opened the door.

Outside was a waiter with two gun-wielding believers behind him. The waiter nodded politely and explained his purpose: "For your safety, please allow us to inspect the room."

"What happened?" Zhao Zhuojie didn't give way, but asked.

The waiter looked at Zhao Zhuojie, perhaps overwhelmed by his aura, and explained: "An adult in the church was attacked, and the entire base is now being searched. Don't worry, this is just a way to rule out the two suspects and ensure the safety of the two. Please cooperate."

attacked?Zhao Zhuojie intuitively felt that there might be new progress in this investigation.