she's a rose she's a gun

Wen Wenming looked a little embarrassed, she didn't know how to answer Mu Yang's invitation.

What is their relationship now?Ordinary friends?Ordinary friends can spend the night at each other's houses, right?

Mu Yang looked at Wen Wenming's flickering eyes, lowered his head silently with some disappointment, and said in a low voice: "I just think my house is relatively close to here, it's so late, you don't have to run around, and your leader has something to find It's more convenient for you."

Wen Wenming patted Mu Yang's left arm lightly, Mu Yang raised his head, and saw Wen Wenming's bright smile: "Then I'm bothering you."

Mu Yang's home is about 3 kilometers away from the police station. The two waited for a few minutes but failed to get a taxi. They simply swept two shared bicycles on the side of the road and rode them home in the evening wind.

"It's really comfortable." Mu Yang flicked his own ponytail, put down his right hand in a showy manner, and raised his eyebrows at Wenming.

Wen Wenming burst out laughing. She looked at Mu Yang who was holding the handlebar with one hand, and carefully loosened the handlebar on the right, but she still dared not put her hand under it.

When they were in junior high school, their families were all in the same direction. Every night after school, Mu Yang and Wen Wenming rode their bikes home together. Dare to let go of one hand.

"You still only dare to have one hand." Mu Yang looked at Wen Wenming's right hand that was about to loosen, and said jokingly.

"You're not the same, don't you dare to let go of both hands." Civilization retorted a little arrogantly, "Besides, I'm good at riding motorcycles and driving, but I'm not good at bicycles."

Mu Yang opened his arms, embracing the night breeze happily, without speaking.

civilization:"……"

Mu Yang's family lives on the 24th floor of a high-rise building. The community is quite gorgeous, but Mu Yang's house is in a minimalist Japanese style. Civilized at first glance, a sense of desertedness arises spontaneously.

"Ah, ah... the pain... can you ease it up? It hurts too much, I can't do it..."

"No, I just need you to be in pain. If it hurts, it will be effective tomorrow..."

At this time, Wenming was wearing Mu Yang's new pajamas, lying on Mu Yang's huge massage chair. She had just finished taking a shower, and Mu Yang forced her into the massage chair, and adjusted a high-intensity mode. Day can quickly remove the fatigue of the day.

"It hurts..." After finishing a pattern, Wenming waved his hands and climbed off the massage chair with a grin.

Mu Yang, who took advantage of Wen Wenming's massage time after taking a shower, was sitting in front of the vanity mirror and applying a facial mask. When he saw Wen Wenming standing on the floor rubbing his shoulders, he joked, "Don't want another course of treatment?"

Wenming waved his hands bitterly: "No, no, it's past 12 o'clock, I... go to sleep in another bedroom."

Mu Yang's hands, which were applying body lotion, froze for a moment, and then quickly resumed their movements: "Uh...the sheets and quilts in the other bedroom haven't been changed recently, can you...can you? If..."

"No problem, I'm a student at the police academy, and I've slept on hard boards and straw mats, so I'll go there first, good night." Wen Wen said, raised his hand at Mu Yang, turned and left Mu Yang's bedroom.

Mu Yang looked at Wen Wenming's back and was stunned for a while, then laughed at himself, took off the mask, and went to bed.

Really, what are you thinking?I can't even figure out what I'm thinking...

The next morning, Mu Yang opened her eyes in a daze amidst the sound of the alarm clock. The first thing she did was trot to another bedroom, and when she opened the door, Civilization was gone, and the quilts were neatly folded. on the pillow.

Mu Yang smiled wryly, grabbed a handful of hair, turned around and wanted to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

There was already a cup of poured water on the dining table, and a box of milk, a tea egg, and a steamed bun beside it.Mu Yang showed a smile, this is the three-piece breakfast she had when she was in junior high school.

There is a post-it note next to it: Mu Yang, I went to work and bought you breakfast. I don't know what you are eating now, so I bought it according to your previous habits. There are also bread and yogurt on the kitchen shelf.

Looking at the familiar handwriting, Mu Yang couldn't help but smile. Wen Wenming was good at writing when he was in junior high school, and it seems that he hasn't regressed now.

Wen Wen walked briskly into the police station early in the morning.

"Morning." The young security guard at the door hadn't changed his shift yet, Wen Wenming remembered that he let Mu Yang into the bureau last night, so he greeted him happily.

"Ah... good morning, Police Officer Wen." The security guard was taken aback for a moment, and then blushed.

"What's wrong?" Civilization asked inexplicably.

"Ah, it's okay, Officer Wen, you are not the same as usual today, I... I almost didn't recognize it." The young security guard stammered.

Civilization is a little confused: "What's different?"

"It's...it's beautiful..." the security guard murmured in a low voice, and hurried out of the gate to direct the vehicles after speaking.

Wen Wen couldn't help but laugh, she remembered that when Mu Yang was looking for her pajamas last night, she found a brand new set of clothes by the way.

"This suit is more formal. Are you going to wear it to work tomorrow? I only wore it once. Fortunately, we are about the same size." Mu Yang hung a beige women's suit in the living room.

Walking into the dressing mirror in the lobby of the police station, Wenming stopped for a while. She would never stay here before.The mirror reflected a figure of a young woman about 1.7 meters tall with a good face. Her long chestnut brown hair was casually draped behind her head, and her off-white suit made her look even more dashing.

This morning Wenming woke up and took a shower. He was worried that the sound of the hair dryer would wake Mu Yang up, so he put his hair on the back and paired it with Mu Yang's expensive suit. Sure enough, he casually tied a ponytail and a bigger T than he usually does. The big sweatpants look good on more than one level.

So it is said that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Civilization shook his head, left the mirror and walked towards the office.

"... Civilization?!" Yang Dongliang's eyes widened instantly when he saw the person coming, then he rubbed his tired eyes, and hesitantly called out tentatively.

"...I'm going to change my uniform right now. I have something to tell you after changing the uniform. Wait for me." Wenming trotted to the locker room.

In the conference room of the police station, everyone was discussing something in low voices.

"Boom!" Yang Dongliang knocked on the table, and said solemnly and forcefully: "Just do as I said just now, everyone go get ready."

Wen Wen glanced at Yang Dongliang from the other side of the table, closed his notebook, and left the conference room.

Zhao Zhu woke up in a daze after 10 o'clock in the morning.He struggled to sit up straight and grabbed a handful of hair. After all, he didn't fall asleep until after three o'clock in the morning to comfort his sister last night.

I don't know if my sister is awake, Zhao Zhu thought while brushing his teeth.

After yesterday's murder, both Zhao Zhu and Zhao Lanjuan didn't really want to live at home. Zhao Lanjuan was afraid that she would keep thinking about her dead husband when she slept in the bedroom. Zhao Zhu was afraid that her sister would be too sad, and the police were always at home one after another. Walking back and forth non-stop, so the two went to a nearby hotel to stay.

"Is the latest drawing finished? Send it to me when it's finished." Zhao Zhu hung up the phone and knocked on the door of the sister next door.

Zhao Lanjuan opened the door with a sad face, Zhao Zhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment received a short message: Mr. Zhao, please take Ms. Zhao home at 9 o'clock tonight, the police investigation is almost done, There are a few things that need to be explained to you.Sender: Yang Dongliang.

Zhao Zhu frowned, then quickly put the phone in his pocket, and said briskly as he walked into the room: "Sister, let's go down and have breakfast."

At 9:1307 p.m., Room [-], Bilong Court.

When Zhao Zhu and Zhao Lanjuan arrived, there were already several policemen standing at home, Zhao Zhu sneered in his heart, what is this, he was like a guest.

"I'm sorry, please give me your mobile phone. This case is a non-public explanation. We must ensure that there is no recording at the scene." A voice suddenly sounded at the door, which startled Zhao Zhu. Looking carefully, it was a young female police officer. Smiling and looking at myself.

so troublesome.Zhao Zhu muttered something, and reluctantly handed over the phone.

"So, what are you going to say?" Zhao Zhu asked impatiently, Zhao Lanjuan just lowered her head, and one could see her sad face from the side.

"Please go to the room where the murder happened. Officer Yang is already waiting for you there, and he will explain to you." The female police officer replied with a smile.

Zhao Zhu and Zhao Lanjuan went to the utility room, Zhao Zhu twisted the doorknob, but the room was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

"What's the matter... Didn't the police say to fix the light?" Zhao Zhu muttered dissatisfiedly, reaching out to the wall to turn on the light.

"Zi..." Suddenly, an area lit up on the wall. The dazzling white light made it hard to open your eyes. After a few seconds, Zhao Zhu took a closer look, and it was the long-abandoned display screen.

Zhao Zhu's hands suddenly trembled.

"Ah!" Zhao Lanjuan exclaimed.A white Samoyed suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. With a food bag in its mouth, it ran forward bouncingly, and looked back at them from time to time, which was very cute.

"Taibai..." Zhao Lanjuan's unbelievable croon sounded from the side.

Taibai was running forward, stopped again and shook his tail at the two of them, suddenly a big truck appeared on the left, rushing towards Taibai at high speed...

"No!" Zhao Lanjuan uttered a heart-piercing cry.

"Crack!" The lights in the room suddenly turned on, Taibai and the truck in front of him disappeared in an instant, and Yang Dongliang and a few policemen walked in at the door with serious faces.

"What's going on?" Zhao Lanjuan was completely dizzy, "Where's Taibai? Where was I just now?"

"Ms. Zhao, Taibai has never appeared in this room from the beginning to the end. What you just saw is an illusion. This is the latest glasses-free 3/D technology. Only one display screen is needed to achieve the effect of making the real one look like the real one. I'm right. Mr. Zhao Zhu, designer of glasses-free 3/D technology." Yang Dongliang stared at Zhao Zhu.

Zhao Zhu also stared at Yang Dongliang fiercely, without saying a word.

The author has something to say:

Once again, all the murder methods in this article are my own nonsense, please don't take it too seriously.

The next chapter is closed!It’s so fast hahaha~ If you like the reasoning part, there are still many cases behind.

Seeing that some friends have read and collected it, let me tell you that this article has 19 words of manuscripts, one chapter a day will not be updated, and it will never be cheated. If you like it, please bookmark it~

Finally, I would like to say, the scene of Wenming and Mu Yang cycling home together, does it remind you of someone from your school days?