There is a crematorium, I won't say who it is

About half an hour later, the night rain pattered on the windowpanes, and the momentum was getting stronger, and the sound of the siren downstairs in the apartment area also disappeared for a while.

Xie Wen propped himself in front of the dining table, with his fingers on the tablecloth embellished with golden yellow patterns, drawing circles in boredom. The door of the kitchen was open, and the strong smell of fresh fish soup came, arousing a sense of hunger.

It really smells like that, when did Jiang Zhiye light up this skill?

Xie Wen sat up straight, stood up from the dining table, and began to walk back and forth at the kitchen door.

In order not to look like he was doing nothing, he left the restaurant and walked to the entrance, taking advantage of Jiang Zhiye not noticing, he leaned in front of the cat and looked out.

A long time has passed, and from this angle, the corridor is pitch black, and nothing can be seen clearly, let alone the figure of that dangerous person.

If it's a clear night, you can still take advantage of some moonlight to get a rough idea. When you encounter such a rainy day, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

Even so, Xie Wen still cautiously observed every corner of the line of sight. There seemed to be signs of dampness on the floor at the door. The dangerous elements should have stood here for a long time, but there were no obvious signs of wetness on the surrounding walls and the door. —he didn't take any action.

It is absolutely impossible for Xie Wen to stay here if this kind of thing happens, but what about Jiang Zhiye?When that person saw him entering Jiang Zhiye's house, would he attack him too?

Xie Wen crouched in front of the door and thought for a while, feeling a little undecided.

He took a few steps back, intending to sit back and continue thinking about countermeasures. His eyes moved up, and suddenly he saw a shadow in front of him, and then his back bumped into a solid and warm body.

The man who came up from behind grabbed his arms and stabilized his swaying upper body in time.This gesture is a bit ambiguous, like a man holding Xie Wen in his arms on his own initiative, declaring ownership.

The warm fingertips pinched Xie Wen's wrist, and he didn't let go for a long time. For a moment, Xie Wen almost thought that Jiang Zhiye felt his flustered heartbeat through the pulse.

Jiang Zhiye's indifferent breath enveloped him, the pink apron was still on him, with a slight smell of fish soup, he returned to the time when the two lived together in a trance.

Xie Wen withdrew his forearm, turned around, slightly raised his eyes and looked at him: "...can you make some noise next time, it will easily scare others."

Jiang Zhiye bent down slightly, approached his face, looked at it nervously for a while, and then slowly said: "Sorry, I thought you were leaving."

Just now when he came out of the kitchen with the soup, he didn't see Xie Wen, his heart suddenly felt empty, and he started to panic.

Jiang Zhiye put down the bowls and chopsticks, and began to look for each one, with cold sweat on his palms.

When he found the entrance and saw the back of Xie Wen who was concentrating on something, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not that I want to eat supper, where can I go?" Xie Wen patted him on the shoulder, turned back to the restaurant, and took his seat again.

There is a pot of fish soup in the center of the dining table. The color scheme is very simple: bright green vegetable leaves, milky white soup, which smells very appetizing.There are freshly baked bread slices from the bread machine and two cups of warm water on the plate next to it, and the coffee machine on the kitchen terrace is still slowly grinding coffee beans.

The sound of the machine running and the slightly bitter aroma of the coffee gave Xie Wen a sense of steadfastness and security. Sitting opposite, Jiang Zhiye gently put a porcelain spoon in his bowl.

"There are fewer ingredients available, try it."

Xie Wen picked up the porcelain spoon and took a sip, then wrinkled his eyebrows tightly together, took a big gulp of warm water.

"It's hot."

Jiang Zhiye lay down in front of the dining table, watching him unconsciously open his lips, the tip of his tongue was slightly red, and there were dots of smiles in his eyes.

so cute.

After Xie Wen drank a whole glass of water, the numbness on the tip of his tongue felt better. He picked up the spoon again and blew on it for about half a minute before putting it into his mouth.

"It's cod, without spines," Jiang Zhiye said seriously, holding his chin, "you can eat it."

Xie Wen was busy eating and didn't reply.

There are relatively few ingredients in the fish soup, but the taste is very Chinese. During this period of time, he ate beef and pork every day in Germany, and he was already tired of eating it.

Jiang Zhiye's cooking skills are more than a little better than he imagined, and he seems to be somewhat talented.

It just so happened that Xie Wen was also hungry. After a brief taste of the fish soup, he began to eat seriously, still in a slow manner, and said very little.

During this period, Jiang Zhiye sat across from him, didn't go anywhere, kept looking at him with his eyes focused.

so cute.

The process of eating was very slow, and when it was over, the two of them felt that the time passed quickly again, Xie Wen took out his mobile phone and checked the time: "...it is already early morning."

Jiang Zhiye stood up, picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen to clean them.

The words of leaving came to his lips, but after a detour, he couldn't say anything. Xie Wen felt that it was not polite to run away after eating, but he really had no reason to stay here.

He hesitated and walked to the door of the kitchen. Jiang Zhiye had just turned on the faucet of the sink, and his normally stern silhouette became soft under the halo of the light.

"I—" Xie Wen's eyes shifted to the coffee machine in operation, "I still have class tomorrow morning, so I have to go back and rest."

Jiang Zhiye paused while holding the plate, and then suggested: "How about sleeping with me? It's not safe to go back so late."

"But that person has already left," Xie Wen said, "There should be no problem tonight."

"..."

Jiang Zhiye didn't continue to follow his words, but asked again: "Do you want to think about it again? If you live with me, I can still protect you."

The houses here are all one bedroom and two living rooms. Does he plan to let him sleep in his own bed, or somewhere else?

Xie Wen couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but he couldn't make a mistake in refusing: "Let's forget it."

Jiang Zhiye lowered his eyes, concealed the faint disappointment in his heart, and said, "Yes, but you have to wait a little longer."

Xie Wen: "?"

Jiang Zhiye shook the chopsticks in his hand: "I'll send you back after I finish washing."

……what.

The two of them are neighbors next door, and it only takes a few steps to go from his home to your own, so why not send them off in person?

Xie Wen raised his eyebrows, and finally decided to accept that both sides took a step back: "Okay."

He exited the kitchen, sat on the sofa in the living room, and planned to wait slowly, but Jiang Zhiye obviously didn't want to keep him waiting, and walked out of the kitchen in less than 10 minutes, leading Xie Wen out.

In the dark and quiet corridor, the voice-activated lights suddenly turned on. Jiang Zhiye opened the door on the second floor and stepped into the corridor first. He leaned on the door of the fire escape in the corridor, raised his chin, and showed his sexy Adam's apple: "Go back quickly!" Well, I'm looking at you."

Xie Wen took out the key and opened the door under the gaze of the man.

"Remember to find a new house tomorrow, don't come back to live," Jiang Zhiye said in a deep voice, "If you are in a hurry, I can help you find it."

"Let's talk with the training organizer first," Xie Wen turned on the small light in the porch of his home, his lips parted and he almost blurted out the sentence, "Would you like to come in and have a seat?" In the end, it turned into, "You go back, I I have to rest too."

"I'll leave when I see you close the door," Jiang Zhiye looked at him with folded arms, with a look of indifference, "Anyway, I'm jet-lagged and couldn't sleep all night."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said to Xie Wen, "Good night."

"……Good night."

Xie Wen's door was gently closed and locked.

Jiang Zhiye straightened his body, checked it in the corridor, and returned to the house after confirming that it was correct.

It was a safe night, but the rain continued intermittently until dawn.

The next day was foggy with poor visibility.

Xie Wen opened his eyes, got off the bed, and the first thing he did was to open the curtains.

In the distance, the Havel River flowing through the Spandau area can be seen shrouded in thick mist, like a ribbon made of water, winding and flowing.

Xie Wen was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look at the balcony next door - there was only a glass coffee table, a chair made of rattan and wood, and an ashtray with cigarette butts in the center of the coffee table.

Is he awake too?

Xie Wen tapped on his temple, turned around to wash up, then changed his clothes, and quickly went out the door with the piano case in his arms.

When he reached the stairs, he saw a man slowly coming up from downstairs, wearing a thin windbreaker and a white mask, coming towards him.

It's Jiang Zhiye.

The two met face to face, and both were a little surprised.

"Woke up so early?" Jiang Zhiye asked.

"Where have you been?" Xie Wen asked.

"Can't sleep, went out for a walk."

Jiang Zhiye lied casually. His original intention was not to worry Xie Wen, but he didn't feel very good when he said it. After all, he had decided in his heart that he would never hide anything important from him again.

"...I went to the police station by the way," he added, "the case has been filed, don't worry."

Xie Wen didn't know that he had so many mental activities in just a few seconds, so he nodded and said: "What do the police say, do you need me to go to the scene? If I don't need it for the time being, then I will go to class first gone."

"and many more."

Jiang Zhiye stretched his long legs, and climbed the stairs in three steps at a time: "You wait here for a while."

He took out the key, entered his rental house, and took out a steaming paper bag not long after.

"Can't sleep...I made some breakfast, let's go there to eat."

Xie Wen stared blankly at the bag he handed over, stretched out his hand to take it, the temperature was still hot.

Unable to fall asleep, he then went out for a walk, reported to the police station, and made breakfast by the way.

Is Jiang Zhiye really a man in his 30s?Why is he more energetic than the young man he knew?

"I'm going to be late, I'm leaving first." The reality didn't allow him to think too much, so he simply waved and hurried downstairs with the breakfast bag from the other party.

After Xie Wen disappeared from sight, Jiang Zhiye took out his mobile phone from his pocket and made a few calls.

Xie Wen can't spare time to take care of this matter, so it's the same if he spares time to investigate.

This morning, Jiang Zhiye met with several Berlin partners that Jiang worked with. After the meeting, he borrowed an assistant from a local boss with a good relationship, and began to inquire about the security situation in Spandau District in detail.

In the afternoon, he found a car rental agency, rented a dilapidated van for some money, and drove into the streets and alleys with the worst security conditions in the neighborhood.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the most chaotic place in District [-]. What are you doing here?" The assistant was an authentic German with shiny hairlines and high cheekbones.

"No big deal, come here for a stroll."

Jiang Zhiye opened the car door, covered his face with a mask, and walked casually into the street.

At a certain corner, he saw two drunkards dragging a teenager and threatening him, as if they were asking for protection money.

Jiang Zhiye stepped forward, stood there watching for a while, the two drunkards noticed him, and walked away timidly after a while—even though he was of pure Chinese descent, he was taller than the average European man Taller, it doesn't look like the type to beat easily.

The boy looked at him with grateful eyes, and said incomprehensible words in his mouth. His eyes were beautiful dark brown, which was a bit like Xie Wen's pupil color.Jiang Zhiye said something casually in English, then left him and left. The boy wanted to chase him again, but he couldn't find him.

It doesn't matter who is grateful to him, Jiang Zhiye just wants to see that expression of admiration on Xie Wen's face.However, as soon as the idea came up, he laughed at the darkness in his heart.

If possible, he hopes that Xie Wen will not encounter dangerous situations in his life, and he will not be given any chance to be a hero to save the beauty.

Jiang Zhiye spent an afternoon exploring the neighborhood here, but found nothing, so he asked the assistant to go home on his own.

The author has something to say:

Mr. Jiang is a prophet, right? I'll give you a knife!

qwq originally wanted to write something sour, somewhere between sweet and sadistic, but as I wrote it, it started to be sweet (collapsed

Tomorrow night there will be a course ending, and there will be an exam, which may be postponed or put on the next day. I will ask the bosses for a leave orz.

Thanks to the next two bosses:

Thanks to Boss Flore for irrigating 10 bottles of nutrient solution! !

Thanks to the boss of jst for the 5 bottles of nutrient solution irrigated! !