Dad's Romance

"Let's go, let's go!" A fat middle-aged cook in an apron, holding two ends of an iron rod and two roasted lamb legs, passed by Ke Yaning's table and walked to a simple dining table a few meters away.

"Smells so good!" The guest said drunkenly.

9 o'clock in the evening is the busiest time for the food stalls. After work, the white-collar workers scold the boss and the idle and cheap colleagues while eating supper. In the environment that is not particular about and the taste is rough and greasy, people are gradually becoming more open-minded. up.The longer the night, the less tension there is at work, and the noise from the food stalls is even louder.

Only the table of Ke Yaning and Lin Yuxian was as cold as if he had been chiseled into an ice cave. After Lin Yuxian told what the Macau group had done, Ke Yaning became more worried.

He raised his eyes, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and the ghosts in the endless hell seemed to surround him in a thousand layers. In the low air pressure, the corners of his mouth hooked up inexplicably, "The murdered Han family, the Han family who was stabbed more than ten knives Dad, there have been rumors of gambling."

Although Lin Yuxian's drinking capacity was pitifully small, he still blew out half of the bottle of beer in one gulp.

If you don't drink, you can't make it through tonight.

Ke Yaning: "During the background investigation of their family, it was discovered that his father had also gambled heavily in Macau. However, this clue was quickly broken due to lack of supporting evidence."

Lin Yuxian said that he was all ears. Under the burning of alcohol, he didn't care about the danger of buying/murdering/murdering. His eyes were shrouded in thick mist, "Big bet? Compare with us."

Ke Yaning shook his head noncommittally, "You are far behind him."

He raised his head, shook his cervical spine, stretched out his arms to move his joints, stared at the remnant clouds for a while, and thought of this clueless unsolved case, his eyes became sharper. He turned to Lin Yuxian, with a voice mixed with complaints and concerns. The tone said: "Lin Yuxian, even if the tattooed man really has nothing to do with your gambling, you are too brave."

Lin Yuxian made him hunger for no reason, and was terribly annoyed, so he punched him lightly, "Why is it irrelevant, why is the clue broken? Ke Yaning, can you stop talking halfway."

"There is no surveillance footage, no call records, and according to the investigation of the surrounding neighbors, no one has confirmed that there is any so-called 'snake tattoo'. Everything is based on the words of the eldest son of the Han family. Besides..." Ke Yaning's face turned dark, Countless grievances were engraved on that handsome face, "The eldest son made a few phone calls a day after the sudden accident at home. After locating, he found that he called a dilapidated neighborhood. Oh By the way, it is very similar to the Tongzilou we saw today."

"What do you mean?"

Ke Yaning said to himself: "People say that a 14-year-old boy has never had any quarrels or discord with his family members, and his social relations are as simple as hell. He would never do such a thing as harming his relatives. "

He seemed to be dreaming: "But a simple little boy with a superior family environment, why is he associated with a community where most of the tenants are group tenants? He slept so dead, did he really hear nothing?"

Lin Yuxian developed goosebumps on his back in the scorching heat of summer.

There is such a thing? !

What is the reason for killing blood relatives...

Ke Yaning probably drank too much. After a muffled sound, he slammed his head on the table, and his voice trembled. His curly hair shone like black brocade under several clusters of lights, "Unfortunately, no one believes me, why no one? trust me."

"Ke Dayao! Wake up..."

After a few minutes as long as the polar night, Ke Yaning shook his body and pointed to his mobile phone, "Lin is very busy. My home address is in the memo on the mobile phone. I'm sorry today, but I need to trouble you to take me home."

"A people's policeman, when he loses the chain at a critical moment, when it's time to protect the people, he drinks himself first..." Lin Yuxian looked around vigilantly. The wind was high, and the regiment wiped them out.

Lin Yuxian's heart went "huh" for a long time, and he almost dropped his face on Ke Yaning's shoulder before waiting for the life-saving driver.

The driver cast a cold glance at them in the rearview mirror.

This glance doesn't matter, Lin Yuxian subconsciously clung to the back of the back seat, covering the limp and confused Ke Yaning in front of his chest, "Master... watch the road..."

The driver smiled knowingly: "Are you on drugs?"

"No money to knock."

"If you have money, knock it off."

"I said I had no money."

Ke Yaning was obviously unwell and retched.

"Ke Dayao! You! Don't spit on me!" Lin Yuxian turned sideways in disgust.

The driver was confused: "Knock what??"

"..."

Just as the driver of the special car was shaking Faner, a middle-aged woman with tousled cotton wool, disheveled hair, white face like snow, and empty eyes slanted into the traffic in a daze.

"Walk and watch the road, fuck!"

"Don't die!"

"What the hell are you crazy about!"

Lin Yuxian swears that the moment the woman's hair brushed the car window, he saw a face that was more creepy than a hanged ghost. The face that was sunken to the point where only the bones remained was clearly written: Welcome to this world forever. The ultimate endless hell.

Just, Gotham... Ben Tam...

Lin Yuxian knelt down to the Pixun in his pocket and said in his heart: The merciful and merciful ancient beast, if you protect us from death this time, I swear!Must oil you!Group pulp!

Ugh……

Lin Yuxian carried Ke Yaning, who was 183, and took one step at a time. The shirt and trousers that were tight during the day had not had time to change, and the little clip that tied his hair behind his head had long since fallen into a stinky ditch. , with wet hair covering most of her coquettish face.

At this time, he only felt that the great generals who swung their halberds to defeat the enemy in ancient times were nothing more than that.

Dust is all over your face, Ke Dayao.

Fortunately, Ke Yaning didn't have the brains to put on the police uniform, otherwise passers-by would think that he had brought the people's policemen to justice.

After unlocking the lock with Ke Yaning's fingerprints, Lin Yuxian exhausted his last bit of strength and threw him on the sofa in the living room. After turning on the light, he was terrified by the scene in front of him again.

It was a two-bedroom and one living room with simple furnishings, the living room was empty, there was no display screen on the TV wall, and there were a bunch of... bloody... murder scene photos.

Lin Yuxian held his breath and stared straight at the photo that made the soles of his feet tingle.

The murderous side of Haishi, ferocious and naked, broke through layers of dams and roared into Lin Yuxian's ivory tower, causing his world to collapse.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood are nothing more than that.

5 corpses lay in different rooms of the luxuriously decorated mansion. They all went through a lot of painful struggles before they died. The smell of blood pierced the corner of the photo and surged out, completely engulfing Lin Yuxian's thin body naked/naked/naked.

The fear of death comes through the image.

Before dying, people desperately want to live.

Lin Yuxian stared at a photo with a lot of blank space. A teenager who looked like a teenager was squatting sideways in a corner. He was undersized and skinny. very important thing.

"Ke Yaning, are you crazy? You stole the criminal police's file and posted it at home. Is this something you should worry about as a police officer? You are not afraid of being crushed by ghosts in the middle of the night when you face a pile of corpses every day..."

Lin Yuxian kept nagging himself to calm himself down.

How can it be calm...

"Ko..."

Before the voice finished, Lin Yuxian seemed to hear the sound of water coming from the toilet.

As if nothing happened, he put his hands in his pockets, whistled with his mouth, and blew out the "Ode to Joy" that made him almost pee in fear, and turned his back slightly...

Ke Yaning is clearly sleeping like a dead pig, who is playing tricks in the toilet.

Lin Yuxian fiddled with the broken hair on his temples with one hand, and rolled out the most embarrassing strand of hair in his life.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have drank with this pervert!

Is this meal short? !

There was a faint sound of footsteps approaching from far behind.

"Ke Yaning! Wake up!" Lin Yuxian shouted with his back stiffened.

Ke Yaning turned over indifferently like a salted fish.

A thin, thin and thin hand covered Lin Yuxian's mouth, and the other hand was amazingly powerful, clamping his waist tightly, pushing him against the TV wall covered with corpse photos.

Lin Yuxian's shirt and trousers were quickly soaked by something, which made him lose his mind. At this moment, he just wanted to rest in place.

I'd rather die.

There was a hot and humid panting sound in my ear, low and hoarse like a bellows, "What are you doing at my house so late?"

Lin Yuxian was stunned for a while, and with his limited brains ruled out the possibility that the murderer committed the crime at the policeman's house.

Room, roommate?

The one that Ke Yaning mentioned, he wanted to introduce to his roommate...

"Uh."

Lin Yuxian opened the "roommate" with his hands that were still free for the time being, and turned around quickly, facing a pair of lustful peach blossom eyes.

The owner of Peach Blossom Eyes has a face like a jade crown, with sharp bones, a small mole at the corner of his eye, wet hair full of flirtatiousness, standing naked in front of him, seeing everything he should see and what not to see.

Lin Yuxian lowered his head and stared at the eight-pack abs, and said dumbly: "You, you, why don't you wear clothes."

"Do you need to wear clothes to sleep?"

"..."

You can't take it all off, bro, you don't feel safe.

The "roommate" shot Lin Yuxian up and down several times like picking vegetables, and turned Lin Yuxian's head from side to side, and praised Lin Yuxian with crooked eyes: "The jaw line is good, you can cut me to death."

"..."

"Roommate" asked suddenly: "You're not a bad guy like Ke Yaning, are you?"

Lin Yuxian didn't know what the meaning of this question was, so he frowned slightly and said, "It stinks, but it's not a note."

"Oh, that's good, it's easier for me to do it."

"?"

"Roommate" supported the TV wall with one arm, confined the weak and bully Lin Yuxian in his arms, and played a wall-dong suddenly.His muscular lines reminded Lin Yuxian of those plaster sculptures he copied, warm, concise, and well-defined.

Lin Yuxian blushed unapologetically.

"Roommate"'s face was lined with peach blossoms, his smile showed thin lines, his eyes were burning, and he leaned over and whispered: "My name is Lu Ze, do you want to try it?"

【Dad, here comes another one.I'm at a loss as to how to solve the problem...and the murder case you talked about just now has anything to do with my dad... 】

[Good girl, don't worry, everything has nothing to do with your little dad, and everything has to do with him. 】

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