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"I want to kiss you."

He Xueshi paused for a moment, lifted his fingers resting on the strings, and lightly touched Long Xuanzhi's jaw, slowly rubbing it.

Suddenly, He Xueshi pointed down and cut Long Xuanzhi's collar, revealing the Adam's apple hidden by the collar.

The fingertips continued to move downstream, and the shirt seemed to be slowly swallowed by a strange force, revealing Long Xuanzhi's strong chest.

The warm fingertips gently caressed the tight muscles, like a feather falling down, making people feel itchy.

After his fingertips landed on his well-defined eight-pack abs, Long Xuanzhi seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and grabbed He Xueshi's wrist suddenly, his tone became hoarse, with some enthusiasm and warmth .Ambiguous, "Snow consciousness?"

With one hand held, He Xueshi didn't hesitate, and took advantage of the situation to stroke Long Xuanzhi's waist with the other hand.

Most people are very sensitive on the waist side.Long Xuanzhi is no exception.

Almost at the moment when the side of his waist was stroked, all the muscles in his body tensed up a bit.

But He Xueshi, who caused all this, didn't seem to be aware of it, and still used his fingertips and palms slowly and warmly.He brushed against Long Xuanzhi's back vaguely, and then followed his back upwards, one by one, slowly counting the opponent's spine.

Long Xuanzhi's pupils turned golden at some point, and his nearly inorganic vertical pupils stared at He Xueshi who was stirring up trouble everywhere without blinking.

And the other hand held by Long Xuanzhi was also dishonest, the longest middle finger pressed down, pushing Long Xuanzhi's household registration bit by bit.

Even, the whole person leaned forward, making the distance between the two people closer.

The sound of rapid breathing lingered in my ears, and the hot and humid air made it even more difficult to breathe.

He Xueshi lowered his eyes, opened his lips and gently kissed Long Xuanzhi's Adam's apple, protruding the tip of his tongue, after a few licks, it seemed that it was not enough, so he took another bite.

It's just that he didn't use much force when he bit down, the warm skin brushed against his teeth, causing a layer of hot sweat to ooze from Long Xuanzhi's back almost instantly.

The finger that had been counting the opponent's spine suddenly grabbed Long Xuanzhi's shoulder, and pressed the opponent towards him forcefully——

Long Xuanzhi only felt a pain in his throat, obviously, this time Hexue took some strength.

"Snow consciousness—"

Long Xuanzhi spoke in a hoarse voice, let go of He Xueshi's hand, pinched He Xueshi's jaw instead, lifted it up forcefully, and kissed it viciously.

Long Xuanzhi kissed very disorganized, even a little rough.

However, facing the deliberate temptation of the sweetheart, who can really sit still?

At least, Long Xuanzhi thought it was impossible.

He Xueshi closed his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and fell down following the pressure of Long Xuanzhi.

However, when he fell down, he suddenly felt a somewhat hard feeling in his waist.

He Xueshi suddenly realized that they had forgotten that Shennongqin!

"Xuan—hmm—" He Xueshi tried to remind the other party, but at this moment, Long Xuanzhi couldn't care less about other things, and almost immediately sealed He Xueshi's lips again.

And the hand that was constantly pushing and shoving his shoulder was also pressed on top of his head by Long Xuanzhi.

He Xueshi gasped and opened his eyes, just in time to look into the pair of golden vertical pupils.

Is it an illusion?

He Xueshi thought in a daze, the golden vertical pupils that should have been cold and merciless, surged at this moment, were desires and burning emotions that made He Xueshi feel shuddering.

After watching for a long time, He Xue was in a trance, and even had a feeling that his heart was burned.

This is crazy.

He Xueshi thought in a daze.

Suddenly, a strange flame flashed by, and the next moment, the clothes around He Xueshi had completely disappeared.

Her bare back pressed against the strings of the Shennong Qin, and the feeling of her flesh being squeezed brought He Xueshi back to her senses in an instant.

Before he was completely fallen, He Xueshi quickly put the Shennong Qin into his space.

There was no support for the waist, and it should have been covered with a soft carpet, but the moment Shennongqin disappeared, an astonishingly hot arm supported his waist——

The two of them were kissing inseparably, and they didn't notice the movement outside. Therefore, when their door was knocked vigorously, both of them paused.

He Xueshi was the first to react, he raised his hand to hook Long Xuanzhi's neck, pressed it firmly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Never mind, let's continue..."

Long Xuanzhi obviously had the same thought as He Xueshi, he lowered his head to bite his lips, and at the same time slid his fingers a few times in the air, planning to set up a formation to isolate all external interference, when he heard the person outside the door say loudly , "Open the door quickly! Police!"

He Xueshi: ...

Long Xuanzhi: ...

Seeing that there was no movement inside, when the two people outside were about to knock on the door again, the door was suddenly opened.

He Xueshi was wrapped in a bathrobe, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Seeing the two people outside in police uniforms, He Xueshi suppressed the restlessness in his heart and asked, "What's the matter?"

The two people who came to knock on the door were taken aback by the low air pressure around He Xueshi, but they still dutifully said, "Hello, we are from the Jiahai Provincial Public Security Bureau. There is a case that requires the assistance of the two."

He Xueshi frowned, "What case?"

"The dead wood Dragon Yin Qin is missing from the Jiahai Provincial Museum, and everyone who has had contact with the Dead Wood Dragon Yin must cooperate with the investigation."

He Xueshi was taken aback for a moment, "Did you lose Longyin withered wood?"

"Yes." One of the policemen nodded, "And you are one of the last few people who came into contact with the Dead Wood Longyinqin, so please cooperate and go to the police station to make a record."

"When did you lose it?" Long Xuanzhi also walked over, wearing a bathrobe of the same style as He Xueshi's.

"This, we are not sure yet." A police officer said, "I hope the two can cooperate."

After exchanging glances with Long Xuanzhi, He Xueshi helplessly said to the two policemen, "Wait a minute, let's change our clothes first."

"Should be."

After closing the door, the expression on He Xueshi's face became more and more gloomy, "If you let me know who did the tampering and spoiled my good deed..."

Long Xuanzhi's expression couldn't be compared with He Xuezhi's.

Anyone who is disturbed when he is getting better will not be in a good mood.

He Xueshi combed his hair with his fingers, looked at Long Xuanzhi, "Separate change?"

"Yes," Long Xuanzhi didn't refuse, and went to the bedroom with the clothes.

He understood what He Xueshi meant, the situation was not right now, they had better stop dressing face to face, as it would be easy for them to misfire.

After changing his clothes, He Xueshi stood in front of the full-length mirror, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was no color in them, only slightly red and swollen lips , showing what just happened.

"Click-"

The door of the bedroom was opened, and Long Xuanzhi, who was fully dressed, came out.

He still has a cold and reticent look, but when his eyes fall on He Xueshi, he will feel a little more warm.

He Xueshi looked around Long Xuanzhi's waist, and said meaningfully, "Calm down?"

Long Xuanzhi opened his lips, his voice was still hoarse, "You too."

He Xueshi smiled, stopped joking with Long Xuanzhi, and said seriously, "Let's go."

After getting off the police car, He Xueshi looked at the familiar Jiahai Provincial Museum and couldn't help but sigh, "Xuanzhi."

"Huh?" Long Xuanzhi lowered his head slightly.

"Don't you think we have dealt with the police too many times?"

After thinking for a while, Long Xuanzhi nodded slowly, "There are indeed more."

The policeman responsible for bringing them here couldn't help asking curiously, "What have you guys been doing before?"

He Xueshi was silent for a while, "I didn't do anything, the main thing was to help the police solve the case."

After finishing speaking, He Xueshi couldn't help muttering, "If this continues, Xuanzhi and I may become non-staff personnel."

Policemen:……

After entering the museum, He Xueshi saw several familiar figures.

Because of the theft of the withered wood Longyin Qin, the curator of the Jiahai Provincial Museum also appeared here. After seeing He Xueshi and Long Xuanzhi, the curator Liu Zhi greeted, "The two are Mr. He and Mr. Long, right? "

After shaking hands with each other, He Xueshi glanced at the people present.

The people who have come into contact with the Deadwood Dragon's Ginger in the past few days are basically here.

The other four old gentlemen who participated in the guqin recital, Ling Wenqian, Ye Weiyu and others, as well as the staff of the museum.

I didn't think it before, but now that I've touched the row, I've met quite a few people.

And among these people, I don't know if there are people who steal.

Because He Xueshi and Long Xuanzhi lived far away, they were the last to come here, and before that, other people had already made relevant records.

When making notes, He Xueshi and Long Xuanzhi were separated.

However, when it fell on paper, the actions of the two people completely overlapped.

In this regard, after finishing the notes, the police officers in charge looked a little subtle.

But after understanding the relationship between the two, it suddenly dawned on me

However, what was even worse was that after the relevant monitoring was called, He Xueshi and Long Xuanzhi did not have enough alibi during the period when the monitoring failed.

At the same time, because of the relationship between the two people, when they testify to each other, the credibility of the evidence will be compromised.

Because of being interrupted, He Xueshi was quite upset with the person who stole the piano.

After finishing the transcript, he asked bluntly, "Do you have any suspects?"

"This..." The policeman was a little embarrassed, "At this stage, all of you are candidates we suspect."

He Xueshi: ...

He scratched his hair a little irritably, and continued to ask, "Can I walk around the museum?"

The police said, "I still need to ask the higher authorities for instructions."

He Xueshi nodded, "Please hurry."

"Ok."

After learning that He Xueshi wanted to look around, Director Zhu Mengzhu, who was in charge of this matter, seemed to have thought of something, and said, "Yes."

"Yes!"

"Wait a minute!" Director Zhu stopped the other party again, and said, "I'll go and see for myself."

May the director go in person?

The policeman in charge at this time is a little strange, what is the origin of He Xueshi and Long Xuanzhi, and the director wants to go and see in person?

Regarding this, Director Zhu did not explain much, but said meaningfully, "Some people and some things are not suitable for publicity."

It can only be circulated in private, as to believe it or not, that is a matter of opinion.

After getting permission, He Xueshi dragged Long Xuanzhi, wandering around the closed Jiahai Provincial Museum as if aimlessly.

Zhu Meng didn't urge him, but just followed behind He Xueshi and Long Xuanzhi with his hands behind his back, and glanced at the cultural relics on display from time to time.

Suddenly, He Xueshi's footsteps stopped, his eyes were like lightning, and he landed on a booth in an instant.

The booth was separated by a pulled rope. There was a simple bronze wine bottle in the transparent glass. The wine bottle was made into the shape of a divine bird. It didn't look mighty enough, but rather cute.

Seeing He Xueshi's eyes resting on the bronze wine bottle, Director Zhu Meng couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. He couldn't help asking, "Mr. He, is there any problem with this bronze wine bottle?"

He Xueshi withdrew his gaze and said slowly, "There is nothing wrong with the bronze wine bottle. The problem is with the display stand."

Visualizer?

Zhu Meng looked down, and suddenly, his eyes sharpened, "Mr. He means that the disappearing withered wood dragon chant piano is in this display stand?"

"But," another policeman couldn't help but said, "This display stand is a bit low, even if it is placed at an angle, it may not be able to fit a guqin in it?"

The corners of He Xueshi's lips curled up, and a look of gloom flashed across his eyes, "Is it inside, just open it and you'll know."

The policeman wanted to say something more, but Zhu Meng had already issued an order, "Demolish!"

Liu Zhi, curator of the Jiahai Provincial Museum, rushed over in a hurry. After hearing about this, his expression changed.

Director Zhu Meng was keenly aware of Liu Zhi's strangeness, and immediately asked, "Director Liu? But what's wrong?"

Liu Zhi said with a complex expression, "If Mr. He didn't mention it, I would have really ignored this place."

"Is there really an article here?" Zhu Meng asked immediately.

"Yes." Liu Zhi nodded.

However, he did not explain much, but greeted the staff in the museum, opened the display cabinet carefully, took out the bronze wine bottle, and opened the display cabinet below.

After seeing the contents clearly, someone couldn't help exclaiming, "That's... Guqin?!"

Liu Zhi did not pretend to be someone else's hand, and carefully took out the guqin.

Under the illumination of the light, the strong and powerful four characters on the back of the piano body, "Dragon Yin with dead wood" jumped into everyone's eyes.

"It's actually here!"

"This is hidden too well! I didn't expect it at all!"

"But this display stand is really not very high. How did that guqin fit in?"

"Stand it upright, and put it in at a slant, right?"

"I feel so distressed, I don't know if the guqin was scratched when it was put in."

"The body of the piano looks fine, but I don't know how the strings are."

"But, how did Mr. He know that the guqin is hidden here?"

"I can't...you can smell it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, or people will think you are swearing!"

"How can I have!"

In whispers, Zhu Meng also asked the question that the people present were most concerned about, "Mr. Crane, how do you know that this Guqin is hidden here?"

He Xueshi's eyes flickered slightly, and after a while, his eyes fell on Ling Wenqian who was hiding behind everyone.

Being watched by He Xueshi like this, Ling Wenqian only felt that he was being watched by some kind of fierce beast, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and he didn't dare to move.

Soon, the people at the scene noticed the strangeness of He Xueshi, so they all followed his line of sight.

Suddenly being watched by everyone present, Ling Wenqian couldn't help swallowing, and tried to speak calmly, "Mr. He, why are you looking at me like this?"

The corners of He Xueshi's lips curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Ling Wenqian." He Xueshi's tone was very flat, but to Ling Wenqian's ears, it sounded like thunder.

"You are responsible for adjusting the Deadwood Dragon's Voice, right?"

Ling Wenqian's heart tightened, but he still said calmly, "It's me."

He Xueshi stretched out his right hand, and Long Xuanzhi put the dead wood Longyin Qin in his hand knowingly.

He Xueshi held the qin with his right hand, and slowly slid his left hand against one of the strings. After a while, his fingers stopped, "You made the wound on the string on purpose, right?"

"what?"

Hearing this, Liu Zhi, the curator, turned pale with shock. He hurried over, took out a magnifying glass and carefully observed the place He Xueshi pointed out for a while.

After the observation, Director Liu's face completely darkened.

The restoration of Guqin is not as easy as anyone imagined. Generally speaking, the restoration time of Guqin is calculated in years.

Moreover, these thousand-year-old guqins that have been handed down to the present will be much more difficult to restore than modern guqins.

It's not just that there are few qin masters with this ability, but also the silk strings that are necessary for the guqin.

Unlike modern times, ancient qins were basically made of silk as strings.

A qualified silk string can be obtained by twisting several silks into one, and then undergoing many processes.

This kind of silk strings is not easy to make, and the guqins in these museums, in order to make their timbre closer to thousands of years ago, are not wound with steel strings that are common in modern times.

Compared with steel strings, strings made of silk are more fragile.

It can only be said that there must be trade-offs in everything, and there is no balance.

That's why curator Liu looked at the scars on the strings and felt extremely heartbroken. This is a guqin that was repaired with great difficulty!

However, Director Liu, who was still immersed in distress, ignored one thing. With the strength of the string, this kind of wound was enough to cause the player to break the string while playing, but He Xueshi was playing this piece of the withered wood dragon chant. At that time, there was no "accident".

Being accused by He Xueshi on the spot, Ling Wenqian showed a proper embarrassment on his face, "Mr. He, you said that I broke the string, do you have evidence?"

"If there is no evidence," Ling Wenqian said, looking at the police present, "you are just slandering."

He Xueshi was in a fit of anger, and didn't bother to entangle her, so she just smiled and said, "You will avoid the important and take the light, isn't it you who hid this dead wood dragon's harp?"

Ling Wenqian's body shook violently, and his eyes revealed a bit of disbelief, "Mr. He, you are spouting blood!"

"Also," Ling Wenqian looked at Director Zhu who was at the side, "Mr. He can find the withered wood dragon chant piano so proficiently, it's hard not to make people suspect that this matter is your own directing and acting."

"Or," Ling Wenqian paused, "If no one suspects you, you will find a way to come here and take this guqin away."

He Xueshi raised his chin, "The eloquence is good."

Ling Wenqian turned his head to avoid He Xueshi's gaze, "I just raised a reasonable question."

"You are quite courageous." He Xueshi impatiently continued to pester him, and said directly to Zhu Meng, "Director Zhu might as well check on his father."

Hearing someone mention his father, Ling Wenqian showed a bit of unnaturalness on his face, but he quickly covered it up.

"Ling Wenqian's father owes a lot of money recently." Hexue said, "This dead wood dragon chant piano has a thousand-year history. If you sell it, it can sell for tens of millions."

"He is priceless." Curator Liu couldn't help but said.

He Xueshi did not refute, and continued, "From the perspective of motivation, Ling Wenqian has this possibility, isn't it?"

"Also," He Xueshi looked at Director Liu, "Director Liu, Ling Wenqian can easily hide that guqin in the display case of the bronze wine bottle, you should also check the internal information in the museum."

There are people coming and going in the museum, there are surveillance everywhere, and they can cooperate with the inside and outside to do this kind of thing. Perhaps there is more than one insider in the museum!

If there is no internal response in the museum, how can there be such nonsense later!

Thinking of something that was forced to be interrupted, the air pressure around He Xueshi's body dropped several degrees.

Although what He Xueshi said now is just guesswork in the eyes of everyone, Zhu Meng did not hesitate to let the police know that He Xueshi had accurately found the dead wood Longyin Qin hidden in the museum. The officials launched an investigation into Ling Wenqian's family background.

In addition, all the staff in the museum were also included in the suspect list, and all calls were monitored until the insider was found.

The police's investigation was very fast, and the results of the investigation of Ling Wenqian's family background came out very quickly.

As He Xueshi said before, his father was addicted to gambling and owed tens of millions, and he had been pestering Ling Wenqian all this time.

Ling Wenqian remained silent all the time, but his father, a gambler, was easily pried away. Coupled with other evidence, no matter how stubborn Ling Wenqian was, in the end he had to admit his crime in front of the evidence.

"It's really weird." Taking Ling Wenqian's father's confession, the policeman said suspiciously, "How did He Xueshi know that Ling Wenqian's father owed gambling debts? And how did he find that Guqin without any mistakes?"

It is said that the most dangerous place is the safest place, and the place where Ling Wenqian hid the guqin was indeed well chosen.

There is just a cavity under the display stand, and with that cavity, it is just enough to place a Guqin obliquely.

"If it wasn't for the follow-up investigation, the alibi of the two of them at the time of the incident was found in other surveillance, it would be really hard not to make people suspect that they had nothing to do with this case."

"Hey, tell me, do He Xueshi and Long Xuanzhi really have any magical abilities?"

"Go, go, have you watched too many TV shows?"

After the matter here was resolved, He Xueshi set up a triple barrier outside the room to ensure that no one would disturb the two of them in the future.

"Now," He Xueshi turned around, gently caressed Long Xuanzhi's cheek, after a while, kissed his lips, and said vaguely, "We can have a good conversation... "

The author has something to say:

He Xueshi: Even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, he has to wait outside!

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of salted eggs;

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