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"First, what did the deceased do in the room where the sundries were stored in the middle of the night?"

"Second, why is the door of the room locked?"

"Third, why did the deceased look so shocked?"

Wenming said three doubts in one breath.

Yang Dongliang was silent for a while, then nodded: "Indeed, if these three issues can be clarified, this case will be solved. Regarding why the door of the room is locked, do you think it is... you are laughing What? Is there any clue?" Yang Dongliang was pleasantly surprised to see a strange smile on Wen Wenming's face.

At this time, Wenming was looking at the phone and laughing. Hearing Yang Dongliang's question, he quickly locked the screen of the phone, raised his head and waved at his master: "No, no, I have to think about it, how can it be so fast." After finishing speaking , and turned his head to the window.

Yang Dongliang watched his master apprentice giggle at the shop that flashed by outside the window, and shook his head immediately.

On the screen of Civilization's locked phone was a message with only four words: Come back tonight.Sender: Mu Yang.

"Where are you going?" At 5 o'clock in the evening, Yang Dongliang's voice sounded lazily in Wenming's ears, but it was like a thunderclap.

At this time, Wen Wenming was tiptoeing towards the door, but she was caught by her master, so she simply cried and acted like a baby, "I have something to do, master, let me go tonight, master, master, good master~"

Unexpectedly, Yang Dongliang turned a blind eye and knocked his knuckles on the table, leaving the words "concentrate on solving the case", but he ran away without a trace.

Wen Wenming felt resentful, threw his bag on the chair, and sat on the table angrily, but after a while, like a deflated ball, he pitifully took out his mobile phone from his bag.

"We may not be able to have dinner together tonight. Our leader asked me to stay and work. I'm sorry."

Wen Wenming sent this message, turned off the screen, and felt extremely sad. She had made an appointment with Mu Yang to have dinner together at night, but now she wanted to take the initiative to release the pigeons.

Although she also knows that now is the golden age of solving the case, it is best not to delay for a second, but she hasn't seen Mu Yang for two weeks, and she just wants to see her, have a simple meal, and then come back to work overtime.

Anger is all about anger, but Wenming is a highly professional person, and within half a minute of sitting down, she obediently got off the table, sat back in her seat, and read the case file.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Wenming checked the autopsy report carefully again, then raised her arms and stretched, glanced at the alarm clock on the table, it was already eight o'clock, and there was no one in the office, she knew that she could Those who acted should have been sent by Yang Dongliang to investigate the case, including Yang Dongliang himself, and Lao Yang felt sorry for being a girl, so he asked her to stay and do mental work every time.

The point is that mental work is really tiring, Wen Ming sighed bitterly while rubbing his shoulders.

Turning on the phone screen, my last message was quietly lying in the sending bar, and there was no more message coming in after that, Wen Wenming sighed, Mu Yang probably didn't want to talk to him anymore, after all, he was temporarily replaced by such a thing as releasing pigeons Anyone will be unhappy.

Wenming yawned, and was about to go through the statement again when he suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps in the corridor.

who?Wenming's nerves were alerted instantly, the footsteps were very light, she was sure that the footsteps were not from a colleague, nor from the security guard at the gate, what was a stranger doing at the police station at this time?How did he get in?

Though thinking this way, Wen Wenming sat on the chair calmly. After all, this is a police station, and the security guard at the door is not a vegetarian. She just kept her eyes on the door.

"Squeak——" the door was pushed open, and after seeing the person coming, Wenming's eyes widened instantly, and he felt electric current passing through his whole body, numb.

It was Mu Yang who came.

But it is different from the Mu Yang I saw two weeks ago.At this time, Mu Yang was dressed casually, with a simple white T-shirt, light blue jeans, a pair of small white shoes with thick soles, long black hair casually tied into a high ponytail, no makeup and no make-up, walking towards civilization with a smile on his face.

Time seems to have been frozen 11 years ago. On the evening of the summer when he was first promoted, Mu Yang was also dressed like this, facing the sunset, smiling and waving to Wenming on the playground.

Civilization looks silly.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Yang's voice brought Wen Ming back to reality, Wen Wen came to his senses, and saw Mu Yang standing in front of his desk with a bag of things smiling.

"Ah... no, why are you here?" Wen Wenming was surprised and delighted, stood up quickly, pushed the files on the table aside, and pulled Mu Yang onto his chair.

"Let's have dinner with you. I've been working, so I haven't had dinner yet." Mu Yang said, putting the paper bag in his hand on the table, sitting on the civilized chair, and looking at her with a smile.

Wenming curiously took out small boxes from the paper bag. Eight exquisite small boxes were neatly arranged, including sword beans and potatoes, sweet and sour short ribs, fried shrimp, fried buns, steamed eggs with minced meat, green vegetables, and two boxes of rice. All kinds of dishes are neatly arranged.

"This is..." Wenming looked at a table of dishes, his throat tightened a bit.

These are the dishes that the two of them often ordered at school when they were in junior high school.

"This is a very authentic local restaurant. There are very few local dishes with such authentic taste in Beijing. I finally found it." Mu Yang couldn't hide her complacency, and she handed Wen Wenming a wet tissue: "Wipe your hands and eat."

Civilization froze for a moment before taking the wet tissue.When she was in junior high school, Mu Yang had the habit of carrying wet tissues with her. Every time before eating, Mu Yang would take out a wet tissue and hand it to her.

"How's the injury?" Mu Yang asked with concern.

"It's alright, just a little scratch." Wen Wenming moved a chair, picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs, and asked cautiously, "Well, I let you go, are you... not angry?"

Mu Yang looked at her with some puzzlement: "Angry? No, you are a policeman. Isn't it normal to work overtime to serve the people?"

Wenming smiled silently with his head down, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, how did you get in? I thought it was someone."

Mu Yang laughed loudly: "Didn't I come to record a statement before? The door happened to be the security guard that day. I asked the civilized police officer. He asked me to register and let me in."

Wenming also smiled: "Sure enough, he is a 'little expert at recognizing the road'. He has memorized such a complicated terrain in our office building once."

When she was in junior high school, Mu Yang was very good at recognizing the way. During the spring outing, the whole class just had to follow her. People gave her the nickname "Little Road Knowing Expert", and Wen Wenming was that road idiot in every class. Do not remember the way.

The two ate in silence for a while with their heads down. Wenming looked at Mu Yang's face that was almost the same as that of 11 years ago, and unconsciously said, "Today...it looks very casual.".

Mu Yang smiled: "I'm always like this when I don't have a job. You just saw me at work before. I still like to keep it simple."

Wen Wenming glanced at Mu Yang's eyes, and suddenly saw the big dark circles under his eyes, and felt distressed: "After eating, you should go home and rest first. You just came back from the bookstore, so you didn't sleep well."

"Ah, you said dark circles, right? It's okay, they are accumulated over the years, I should have covered them up with concealer." Mu Yang casually rubbed his eye frames, "By the way, I'll show you the photos taken over there." promotional photo."

Mu Yang took out his iPad and showed Wenming the photos he took in the bookstore one by one.

"It's so beautiful." Wenming looked at an idyllic photo and expressed emotion. In the photo, Mu Yang was wearing a red plaid skirt and a round straw hat, sitting on a swing under the sun, giggling , behind is the boundless grassland, and a light blue Dutch windmill is dotted in the distance.

Mu Yang raised his face a little arrogantly, and continued to swipe the photo to the left.

"But is there such a beautiful windmill in that small place in the bookstore?" Wen Wenming swiped back to the photo just now, pointed to the windmill in the distance and asked Mu Yang puzzled.

Mu Yang said with a smile: "This is not a real windmill. All the scenery you see is actually on a big screen, including the swing I was sitting on. This is the latest technology, called naked-eye 3D special effects, and it looks very real. It's all fake."

"Oh—" Civilization nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh, it's already past 9 o'clock. Are you...will you be working here all the time tonight?" Mu Yang glanced at the phone and asked with some distress.

"I'll look at the case for a while, you go back first, how are you going? Is Sun Xuao coming to pick you up?" Wen Wenming said in a softer voice.

"Who will pick me up?" Mu Yang didn't hear clearly, "No one came to pick me up. I'll go back by myself. My home is nearby. How long do you need to work?"

"About an hour and a half. The leader just informed everyone in the group that you can rest today. I'll go through the case again and leave." Wen Wenming said as he cleared the table and spread out her files again.

"Then... I'll stay with you for a while." After Mu Yang said this with a blushing face, he hurriedly added: "It happens that I brought an iPad, and I can also handle some work. I feel that working in the police station will be more efficient. If there is no one to supervise me when I go home, I will be lazy."

After finishing speaking, Mu Yang sat down on the empty chair next to him, took out his iPad and pressed it hard, lowered his head and stopped looking at Civilization.Looking at Mu Yang's series of actions, Wen Wenming felt a little complicated. Mu Yang was famous for his self-discipline when he was in junior high school. When everyone was copying homework, only Mu Yang insisted on completing homework on time and independently, insisting on going to bed early and getting up early.Not to mention that nowadays, as long as one pays attention to a little bit of entertainment news, one will know how many celebrities have praised Mu Yang's self-discipline.

"Here." Mu Yang was browsing the pages of the magazine with her head down, when a cup of hot food touched the back of her hand.She looked up and Wenming was handing her a cup of hot water, and she smiled at her.

"Thank you."

"Thank you for accompanying me. I'll try to finish it as quickly as possible." Wen Wenming put the water glass into Mu Yang's hands, and the moment their fingertips met, they both stayed silent for a while, and then all ten fingers reluctantly returned to their respective palms .

Just like that, at 9:[-] p.m. at the Donghu District Police Station in Beijing, there were only two young women in the huge office. One was dressed smartly and smartly, and the other exuded a youthful atmosphere in a white T-shirt, silently carrying out their respective tasks.

"Huh—" Wenming stretched her waist and closed the file in her hand. She finally sorted out the case again, and raised her wrist to see that it was already 11 o'clock in the middle of the night.

She turned her head and glanced at Mu Yang, and saw that she was still typing on the iPad seriously, as if she was communicating with someone.

"I'm fine." Wen Wenming walked to Mu Yang's side, and smiled at Mu Yang wearily.

Mu Yang was discussing next week's work schedule with her assistant. When she heard Wen Wenming's voice, she closed her iPad, rubbed her eyes, and met Wen Wenming's tired smile when she looked up.Mu Yang hurriedly packed his bag, pushed Wen Wenming towards the door: "Let's go."

Stepping out of the gate of the police station, Wen Wenming asked Mu Yang, "Where is your home? I'll take you back."

Mu Yang asked back: "Where is your home?"

Wenming scratched his head embarrassingly: "My home is far away, on the side of Wushan, where the rent is cheaper."

"It's already eleven o'clock, so... why don't you stay at my house tonight?" Mu Yang looked into Wen Wenming's eyes and said softly.

The author has something to say:

Guess whether Wenming will go to Mu Yang's house——

Well, after half a month, we finally meet again. Civilization is already tasteless, so I look forward to Mu Yang's return.

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Sword beans and potatoes, sweet and sour short ribs, stir-fried shrimp, fried buns, steamed eggs with minced meat, green vegetables... I wrote myself hungry in the middle of the night...