Mr Killer Next Door

So sexy.

Whether it's the bulging chest in the ruffled hollow, or the waist stretched to the extreme by the lace, or the sensuality drawn by the lace suspenders, the looming calf between the hollow lace.Jiang Yu couldn't find any faults.

In front of him, the young man shyly grabbed the corner of his skirt and tried to lower his body to cover the spring of his legs, almost exuding a deadly incitement from his pores.

"Uncle..." The kid put on the women's clothes with a half-push, his face was slightly red, he raised his blue eyes, his eyes, lips, and even every breath seemed to be able to tear Jiang Yu's heart out of his chest, "This is the gift you said Ah. What a surprise, don’t you want to dress me like a doll?”

Qiu Shihuan lifted the hem of the skirt a little, and brushed the circles of red-stained thighs.

"This is for women, it's a bit tight to wear." He deliberately spun around, so explicit that Jiang Yu's voice became hoarse, "How do you feel, did you arouse uncle's strange interest?"

"Hey, it looks good." Jiang Yu never thought that this kind of European clothing would complement Qiu Shihuan's muscular figure perfectly.Far more attractive than what I imagined when I was picking clothes, "Let me take a closer look at you, little maid."

Qiu Shihuan lifted his skirt and smiled. He didn't know how to speak honorifics, so he couldn't pronounce the titles that fit him well.

"of course can."

Jiang Yu did not embarrass the children either.

Instead, they walked forward in unison, clasped the other's five fingers, and hugged the boy into the strawberries again.

Jiang Yu couldn't help but licked his dry lips.

He grabbed Qiu Shihuan's hands, pressed them over the top of his head, and then bent down to bite the lower lip.

"You don't look like a little maid at all, Shihuan." He smiled and blew into the child's earhole, his Adam's apple sliding up and down, "It's so sexy, I never thought that a man could be so charming in this suit .I'm burned from the inside out by you."

The boy's neck trembled involuntarily.

Moist syllables came out from his lips and teeth, and his tense toes hooked Gou Jiangyu's back.

"Uncle, am I now a maid under the unspoken rules of the boss?"

"Whatever you want. What do you want to play?"

Jiang Yu's original intention was not to play these shameful games with him.

He just wanted to see, besides the rabbit, how cute this little maid who pretended to be weak could be.

"Please. Let me go, I won't resist." Qiu Shihuan put his arms around Jiang Yu's neck in a playful tone and said seductively, "Do you want to catch me? Uncle. Right here I won't go anywhere in this room. If uncle catches me, I will... let uncle bully me."

Jiang Yu lowered his head again, sucking deeply on his two tortured swollen and red lips.

Then he sighed reluctantly, and kneaded the extremely elastic buttocks.

"Okay, let's start."

What does it take to hunt a baby leopard with bare hands?

Nothing more than determination, courage and perseverance.

This is a young leopard that has just grown up and has no mate and no territory of its own.

In addition to the deceptive appearance, it is the fierce and sharp claws.

Catch that little leopard, hunter, and if you can't touch its tail, peel off the delicate garter.

Expose the legs and feet of the small animal, and slap it down toward the flesh of the tailbone—don't force it too hard, just make it anxious and force it to bite people.

Fingers can easily pierce the thin mesh.

Don't worry, sooner or later the patterned fabric will hang on the ankles, like waves being beaten ashore, ravaged wave after wave, trembling like dying.Roll it all the way down to the ankles, snag the recalcitrant critter, and catch its kicking paws.

Then he pulled it in front of him, wantonly and crazily insulting its meat pad.

What's next?

Next, you only need to put your hand on the side of the little leopard's head, and use the other palm to wrap around the flexible waist tightly from behind, breaking its thought of running away.Kissing a feline usually requires more patience as it struggles, flees, dozes off, and blinks its eyes to look harmless.

Leopard cubs that have been bred are very bad and camouflaged creatures.

When no one is looking at it, it may bite off the windpipe of an antelope out of curiosity, and it may also cut open the belly and tear out the internal organs.It's not hungry, it's just for fun.

But in front of trustworthy humans, this ferocious little leopard suddenly learned to act coquettishly, pretending to be innocent in order to get a freeze-dried piece.

In fact, its stomach is full of bad water, and its mind is as numerous as the patterns on its body.It is also waiting for the moment when the hunter relaxes his vigilance.

Once the opportunity is seized, the little leopard will definitely wait for the opportunity to push off the hunter's chest, like a slapped pigeon, and run away in a panic.When they stick together in a line, the time belonging to the hunt is infinitely shortened.The little flower leopard suddenly turned her head, her eyes filled with tears.His cheeks were flushed like the sun, and he provocatively proclaimed——

"Mr. Hunter, Mr. Hunter, you're hooked."

Mr. Hunter ignored such a shameful provocation, but just grabbed its front paws and forcibly separated the small animal's toes.

His fingers pinched the pads hard, forcing them apart, cutting the muzzle and belled collar deep into its flesh.

How long does it take for the stretched skin to return to its original shape?

Even the little flower leopard himself can't remember clearly.

***

They tossed about all night.The moon went down again, and Qiu Shihuan also fell asleep with the pillow on his back. The boy was tossing and turning in the bed until he was exhausted.

He fell asleep quietly, the thin blanket not covering his lower back.

The spinal line expands like breathing, and the depression in the waist fossa has the fragility of a work of art.

Those hickey marks, tooth marks and bruises densely covered along the lumbar spine seem to be telling the confusion after a charming period in some way.

Jiang Yu knew that he should not stay for a long time, and if he stayed in this room full of enthusiasm, he could not guarantee that he would still be an upright gentleman.So he covered Qiu Shihuan with a blanket, put on a coat, and went to the living room to smoke.

But it was too hard for him to be alone, he took out his laptop and inserted the USB flash drive Hisaya gave him.

After reading the data, Jiang Yu found that the information was divided into several files, and each took up a lot of memory space.

Most are partial scans and text.

From the financial expenditures of the subsidiaries to the inflow and remittance of overseas accounts, Jiuya obtained these internal data in some way.

Judging from the accounts, the finance team responsible for laundering money for Crested Ibis Technology was not flawless.

When the money was transferred to the Middle East bank, there was a small amount of money that was almost detected.

But this does not threaten the current Crested Ibis Technology. Under the influence of the chaebol that has completely controlled the Federation and is so powerful that it is difficult to disintegrate, a small tax report is obviously not worth mentioning.Jiang Yu clicked on the next folder, and the signature of the file was "Related Victims".

After entering the file, the computer took a while to load.

What came into view was row after row of sub-files, all named after time and place. Jiang Yu went through more than [-] people from the beginning and couldn't continue.

It is unimaginable, a little friction, a little difference in political views.Those people—the ordinary people who ran around for their families and jobs, died of different "accidents".

At the end of the file, Jiang Yu found a special sub-file.

The subfile is named [UNKNOWN].

After lighting it, Jiang Yu kept smoking the cigarette butt in his hand without noticing it.

Those were live photos without mosaics.

The deceased was a girl, and the lens basically focused on the bloody head. Her limbs were distorted to varying degrees, as if their joints had been knocked off abruptly.

It doesn't look like a heavy object attack, but a fall from a very high altitude.

Jiang Yu remembered what Qiu Shihuan had said - his sister fell from the 27th floor and died.

He stretched out his hand unconsciously, caressing the poor girl in distress on the screen.Until now, Jiang Yu still doesn't know what the child looks like.He could only get a little information from Qiu Shihuan's description.

The girl's autopsy report was so vague it looked like it was taken in private.

Jiang Yu made some adjustments and could clearly see a few lines of unobstructed text.

The external genitalia showed old tears, multiple bruises, burns, and damage to multiple organs.

In line with falling from a height, criminal responsibility is excluded.

This report, in just a few lines, reveals too many problems.Jiang Yu pressed his temple and lowered his head dejectedly.

The girl's death was a conspiracy of collusion between officials and businessmen.She died bearing the title of murderer, but the real murderer is still at large.

He peered between his fingers at the third folder.

The things described in this folder quickly aroused the interest of the former commissioner.

【Buckwheat】.

In the beginning, buckwheat was thought to be a kind of candy circulated on the black market.

At first, I just heard complaints from friends in the drug rehabilitation center, saying that a guy who was sent to compulsory drug rehabilitation injured more than a dozen people and threatened to kill everyone.

Such incidents did not fall under the jurisdiction of the FSA in the first place.

Until the general election is approaching, the federal territory is not peaceful.

Various media outlets have exposed incidents of suspected drug addicts wounding people. Even after the local police station stepped up night patrol work, the incidents still cannot be effectively contained.

After receiving the thousandth letter of complaint, the Security Bureau finally took over the matter secretly.

Jiang Yu assisted in the investigation for a while.

People who have smoked buckwheat basically have varying degrees of body ulceration within a month after stopping smoking, and the brain atrophy is extremely serious.In severe cases, the ability to speak and think will be lost.

The Security Bureau took blood samples from relevant personnel and tested them one by one.

The test results found a special substance that only exists in South America.

It is preliminarily inferred that buckwheat is actually a synthetic product, and the composition is very complex.

It may be smuggling, but in such a large-scale smuggling, sales and acquisition process, why is there no mistake at all?

The investigation nearly stalled.

About two weeks after the incident broke out, Qiu Ang, one of the candidates, gave a public speech.He declared that once elected, he will cooperate with various departments to strengthen source control and prevent synthetic products from entering the market.This laid the foundation for him to win the vote later.

After Qiu Ang took office, the buckwheat really disappeared as he said. No matter how he searched, he couldn't find any trace of the synthetic product.

Jiang Yu was convinced a long time ago that there must be some kind of connection between the two, but he didn't have enough evidence to prove his point of view was correct, and he couldn't equate Qiu Ang's outbreak with Buckwheat.

But now, the content that appears in this document just provides the fund flow of an old account of Crested Ibis Technology.

Jiang Yu quickly deciphered the account key, called up the records that had been cleaned up, and browsed through them one by one, and found that the source of the expenditure was in South America.When he went deeper, he immediately found out that this account had quite a lot of military expenditures. I am afraid that this is the supplier of buckwheat—but how it flowed into the federal territory, Jiang Yu has no idea yet.

He desperately called out the name of the account holder, trying to collect some key evidence, but found something worthy of vigilance.

The holder of this account is called Mr. Pot.

Pot, Pot, very familiar syllables, who said it...

The cigarette butt suddenly burned his fingers.

Jiang Yu suddenly remembered Mr. Porter who met him at the Central Hotel.

Could this be a coincidence?

He trembled all over, quickly lowered his head, pressed the remaining cigarette butt into the ashtray, and immediately dialed a familiar number.

"Hey, Lao Yu. Have you arrived yet? I have something to ask you."