Man's "wife" crisis

When Han Hansheng came home, Han Xiaomo was already busy in the kitchen.

"How is it? Is the work going well?" Han Hansheng, who didn't know the situation, couldn't help asking, but the knife in Han Xiaomo's hand stopped, and he didn't cut it hard.

"Uncle...I..." Han Xiaomo blinked and lowered his head, "I'm unemployed."

"It's good to be unemployed..." Han Hansheng didn't realize it for a while, and was about to compliment the other party, but suddenly stopped, "Unemployed?"

"Hmm..." Han Xiaomo replied weakly.

"What's going on?" Han Hansheng grabbed Han Xiaomo and asked.

"Today I took the corn, and the corn scratched the boss, so the boss lost his temper and fired me." Han Xiaomo replied lightly, and then went back to his work.

"Xiaomo..." Han Hansheng was about to comfort the other party, but Han Xiaomo suddenly raised his head and smiled at him, "Uncle, it's okay, I can continue to look for it, anyway, I'm still young."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's best for you to think like this." Seeing that the other party didn't have a dark expression on his face, Han Hansheng also heaved a sigh of relief.

Thinking about it, it is true, but it hit a wall a little, and it shouldn't hurt this child. Maybe I thought too much.

"But I'll have to stay at home for a while, Uncle, I'm sorry for always causing you trouble." Han Xiaomo said apologetically after chopping up chopped green onions.

"No trouble, I'll have delicious food when you come here, why bother? I wish you didn't go to work and cook for me at home every day..." Han Hansheng was impatient for a while, didn't pay attention, and sent it himself The innermost words from the bottom of my heart trembled out like this.

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it, and hurriedly scratched the back of his head with a smile: "Ah, I was joking, haha..."

Han Xiaomo didn't laugh at him, but just turned his face to look at him and said, "Thank you..."

"Xiaomo, I'm telling the truth..." Han Hansheng felt that his old face was almost lost, but the mobile phone in his trouser pocket always picked such a time to give him a little surprise.

"I'll answer the phone." Han Hansheng immediately stopped what he wanted to say, then took out his phone and walked out of the kitchen, "Hello?"

"Han Sheng... something happened." On the other end of the phone came the voice of the captain of the criminal police, Li Fusheng, who seemed extremely depressed and decadent, "That Wang Li... died."

"what!"

Wang Li is dead...

The time of death was around [-]:[-] pm, that is, two hours after Han Xiaomo left.

Captain Li did not tell Han Hansheng the cause of death on the phone, but only told him that it was very strange, even stranger than the previous Huang Dongshi.

Han Hansheng rushed to the scene. It was a private room of a restaurant. The first person who discovered Wang Li's death was He Qianqian, a woman Wang Li secretly raised outside.

Mrs. Wang got the news and came to the scene. She couldn't help but slap He Qianqian first, and then complained to the police that He Qianqian killed her husband.

And the person involved, He Qianqian, after being greatly frightened, had a mental breakdown and went crazy just like that...

He Qianqian would indeed go crazy, and Han Hansheng believed that no matter who was the first person to enter the private room, he would definitely go crazy, because Wang Li died so badly!

Blood was bubbling all over his body, and his eyeballs seemed to have been ripped out, leaving only two empty eye sockets with two lines of blackened blood and tears.

What could hurt him like this?

Han Hansheng couldn't confirm it, so he had to hand it over to the forensic doctor for identification. The forensic doctor did a careful dissection of Wang Li, but he didn't find any strange signs in his body.

Like Huang Dongshi, there was no poisoning or disease, and the cause of his death was excessive blood loss due to ruptured blood vessels...

Han Hansheng and his colleagues were busy all night, and they didn't take turns to go back to rest until they turned pale the next day.

As soon as Han Hansheng got home, he fell on his bed without taking off his shoes.

After Han Xiaomo heard the movement, he walked into Han Hansheng's room and asked while rubbing his eyes, "Uncle, are you back?"

The person on the bed did not respond, but snored lightly.

Han Xiaomo woke up a little bit, and came forward to help Han Hansheng take off his shoes and socks, and unfastened the police uniform that had been fastened.

"Hmm..." Han Hansheng was in a state of extreme exhaustion, and now his nerves were completely relaxed, and he didn't wake up as easily as before.

Han Xiaomo unbuttoned him, and when he was about to pull the blanket to cover him, Han Hansheng suddenly grabbed Han Xiaomo with his hand.

"You are the murderer!" Han Hansheng said suddenly, and Han Xiaomo didn't dare to move. He carefully looked at Han Hansheng's face, but found that his eyes were still closed.

"Uncle..." Han Xiaomo wanted to break away the hand that was holding him, but Han Hansheng turned over again, and pressed Han Xiaomo under his body, as if he were detaining a gangster.

But he himself is completely unaware...

"..." Han Xiaomo was pinned down with his back facing up. He wanted to break free but couldn't bear to disturb Han Hansheng, so he could only quietly wait for Han Hansheng to wake up.

However, when a wave of drowsiness hit him, he couldn't help but dozed off, and finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

The two slept until almost noon, and Han Han woke up abruptly from hunger.

His stomach growled, he slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly realized that there was a person under him!

"Wow!" Han Hansheng jumped up and woke up Han Xiaomo.

"Xiaomo, why are you here?" Han Hansheng felt puzzled when he saw that most of the clothes on his chest were untied, and he looked disheveled.

"Uncle... early..." Han Xiaomo got up slowly and yawned, "When you took off your clothes, shoes and socks in the morning, you suppressed me like a criminal...I want to wait for you to wake up, but I fell asleep too..."

"Suppress it? Are you okay?" Han Hansheng felt extremely guilty, wondering if he had lost his mind, or if he had done something inappropriate, "I didn't... didn't I do anything else?"

After hearing this, Han Xiaomo was confused and looked at him suspiciously, "What else?"

"It's okay!" Han Hansheng hurriedly responded, and then buttoned his own button, "I have to go to the criminal police brigade, and I may have to work overtime at night. Is it okay for you to stay at home alone?"

"It's okay, I have corn to accompany me!" Han Xiaomo smiled, and seeing that Han Hansheng was in a hurry, as if he was in a hurry, he asked, "Uncle, is there any serious case?"

Han Hansheng was taken aback, then turned to look at Han Xiaomo, hesitating whether to tell him or not.

"If it's inconvenient, I don't need to ask." Han Xiaomo saw his hesitation, so he stopped asking and got off the bed alone.

"It's nothing, it's just...the boss of Huanglong KTV...died yesterday."

"Dead?" Han Xiaomo raised his head and opened his eyes wide, as if surprised.

Han Hansheng nodded and didn't say anything else. After tidying himself up, he grabbed a piece of bread and rushed out of the house in a hurry.

In the room, only Han Xiaomo was left alone. Corn slipped in, jumped onto Han Xiaomo's knee, and scratched Han Xiaomo's cheek with his fleshy claws.

Han Xiaomo picked up the corn, and his face became extremely indifferent, with a cold light shining in his eyes.

"Dead..." He murmured in a low voice, expressionless.

Han Hansheng rushed to the murder scene and continued to investigate.

The cause of Wang Li's death was too unbelievable, so he didn't dare to tell Han Xiaomo for fear of frightening the children.

Although there is no intersection, but after all, it is someone I just met yesterday, and suddenly knowing that that person died unexpectedly, no matter who it is, it will feel uncomfortable.

Even he himself felt chills all over his body, especially when he stepped into the private room full of bloody smell.

He walked to the seat where Wang Li was sitting yesterday, where Wang Li's body had been removed, leaving only a white mark marking the location of the body.

Specimens of the bloodstains were also collected, and it was confirmed that it was indeed left on Wang Li's body.

The wounds on his body are definitely not the wounds that ordinary weapons can cause.

Because the wounds are small and densely covered almost the whole body, it is impossible to cause so many wounds even with very thin wire.

When the deceased died, his female companion He Qianqian happened to leave to go to the bathroom, which was confirmed to the waiter.

In just a few minutes, no one saw outsiders entering and leaving the private room, and no one heard the sound of struggling in the private room, until He Lili came back and opened this Pandora's box...

What is going on?

What is the connection with the case of Huang Dongshi?

While checking every detail, Han Hansheng thought to himself, but soon, he heard a small sound coming from his feet.

He looked down, and there seemed to be a few small things shaking on the ground.

If you look closely, those shaking things seem to be getting bigger and bigger...

Those are……

Swarms of large fleas!