kiss the night

Yan Zhao never expected that he would be involved in the so-called "beast attacking people incident".

This matter has to go back to the winter vacation. About a week before the start of school, Si Qi went to the Asian fraternity party and met at Liu Ziduo's house, which is located in the villa area east of Renal City.

When something like a fraternity occurs in college, it probably means a group with some kind of common goal.Renal City is a very typical white community, where Asian groups are often looked down upon. Of course, in the face of the second generation like Si Qi, they and some whites look down on each other Yes, so, out of such considerations, these second-generation Asians set up a fraternity in the school.

There are two types of characters in the fraternity, one is the second generation of chaebols, rich people, or high-ranking officials, and the other is the bottom-level Asian students who cling to the trees in order to enjoy the shade.

Yan Zhao does not belong to any of them, so he is not listed.

However, by coincidence, Si Qi asked him to go to Liu Ziduo's house to deliver champagne on the day of the party.

"So, you arrived at the villa at nine o'clock that night?" The policeman was a young man with a strong build, and his brows were habitually frowned, making him look a bit ferocious.

It was the first time Yan Zhao was summoned by the police station at such an age. He clenched his hands into fists and put them on his knees, swallowing nervously: "Yes, at nine o'clock that night, I took a taxi to Liu Ziduo's villa."

"What about after the wine is delivered?"

"Because... because I don't know them well, but I have to wait for my...my roommate to go back together, so I went to the small living room on the second floor of the villa alone. I waited until around twelve o'clock, and Si Qi and I went together go back."

"Did anyone go upstairs during this time?"

"Yes." Yan Zhao said honestly, "Two or three drunk people came, but they were helped down again."

"Do you know the person in the photo?"

The police officer pushed the photo in front of Yan Zhao according to the procedure of questioning. When Yan Zhao's eyes shifted to the photo, his whole body froze.

The police officer didn't miss the astonishment on his face, his brows frowned even tighter, and he sat up from the armchair: "Have you seen him?"

"Is he... the one who was attacked?"

"Yes." The young police officer closed the clip in front of him, took Yan Zhao's arm and pulled him up from the stool, and walked out, "Since you have seen him, we have to chat in another place gone."

Yan Zhao became nervous, he shrank his arms back: "Mr. Police, it has nothing to do with me, he just came to the parlor! Really, I didn't lie to you, I don't even know him."

The burly police officer seemed very dissatisfied with Yan Zhao's frightened appearance, and he "hummed" twice from his throat in a rough voice, and his movements were even more merciless, he thought, this Asians like chickens really have no guts. If they had no ghosts in their hearts, how could they show such an expression, making it seem like their normal law enforcement process was bullying him.

Yanzhao was in a foreign country, completely unaware of what was going on, and he trembled even more violently.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the entrance of the police station, and a group of people walked in. The policeman next to Yanzhao saluted in a polite manner after seeing his sergeant, and behind the sergeant, a tall figure suddenly appeared, He was taller than the police officers around him, and his standing posture was straight and elegant, making him very conspicuous in a group of people.

Yan Zhao even forgot to be nervous, and stared straight at the blond "priest" who had taken him in. Laurentine didn't wear that white robe today, but a rather formal black suit with a A coat of the same color, very light blue eyes looking at the sheriff beside him, tilting his head as if listening to what he said.

When Laurentine saw Yan Zhao, he interrupted the sergeant's chatter beside him. With a smile, he pushed aside the crowd and walked to Yan Zhao's side: "Good evening, Yan Zhao." He said He pronounced Yan Zhao's name accurately, completely without the strong western accent of those foreigners.

The clear and deep voice pierced into Yan Zhao's ears, making his face turn red unconsciously, and he responded like a mosquito: "Good evening, sir."

The sheriff who was following Laurentine also turned his attention to Yan Zhao. He frowned slightly, as if correcting him, and said, "Mr. Duke, it turns out that you met this student. What a coincidence."

When Yan Zhao heard the title "Duke", he couldn't help but raised his head and looked at Laurentine in surprise.

Not a priest?

He secretly thought it was bad, and felt ashamed of his misunderstanding in his heart—this place is different from the East, where the constitutional monarchy system still continues, and the original rules for addressing nobles are still retained, although it is very different from the feudal period. But the correct address was a matter of politeness, and he clearly erred on that.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Mr. Duke." Yan Zhao quickly apologized.

A pair of hands rested on the back of his hand, touched it soothingly, and quickly moved away. Laurentine smiled politely and said, "Don't worry about this." After finishing speaking, he turned to the sheriff and asked, " What is the connection between this child and the case of wild beasts attacking people?"

The sheriff gave his subordinates a wink, and the attitude of the young police officer who was aggressive just now changed drastically, and he said respectfully: "Mr. We are planning to bring the deceased inside to continue to inquire about the situation."

"Oh." Laurentine smiled, and suddenly took off his coat and put it on Yan Zhao's shoulders.

Yan Zhao's shoulders sank, and a scent of roses filled his nostrils in an instant. He didn't even realize what Laurentine had done, and could only subconsciously grab the collar of his coat to prevent it from slipping off his shoulders.

The sheriff couldn't understand the situation: "Mr. Duke, this..."

"The child has been shaking, and I don't know if it's from fright or from the cold." Laurenting stopped looking at Yan Zhao after doing this. He straightened up and retreated to the sheriff's side, and started chatting again. Topic, "This winter in our city is really abnormal, the weather is cold, maybe the citizens should be reminded to pay more attention to the cold, not to run to the suburbs here, even if it is not to avoid wild animals, be careful of frostbite."

The sheriff touched the back of his neck and laughed: "Mr. Duke is still considerate. Hey, we are very lucky to have a congressman like you who cares about the citizens in our constituency."

"Of course, that's my job."

I don't know why, but Yan Zhao always feels that this guy named Laurentine... should be called Mr. Duke now. When he speaks, some pronunciations are very characteristic, that is, the old-fashioned British accent, and the calm and calm accent has always been only Appeared in classic movies.

"Mr. Sheriff, I still have something to ask about the incident of the beast wounding people. You know that the media outside are waiting anxiously." Laurentine followed the sheriff and walked to the conference room in the police station and disappeared. In Yan Zhao's field of vision.

Yanzhao's gaze stayed on the closed door for a long time, but the police officer beside him turned his attention back: "Let's go, Mr. Yan, the routine questioning is still to be done, and you don't have to be too nervous." Contrast From the attitude just now, the policeman seems to be a different person now.

Yan Zhao tightened the coat on his body, while thinking about how to return it to Laurentine, he followed the policeman to the back room.

The coat is made of very good fabric, and there is always a faint fragrance of roses lingering on it. The fragrance seems to have a soothing effect, so that Yan Zhao is not as scared as before.

He answered the police officer's question truthfully. That night, the Korean man named Kim Jae-hyun broke into the living room because he was drunk. Because he kept rolling on the sofa with his head in his arms and screaming "headache", Yan Zhao was deeply impressed by him. .

"What else did he do? Did you come up with him?"

"He..." Yan Zhao thought about it for a while, "He seemed to be scolding, but I didn't listen carefully to what he was scolding. No one accompanied him. He came up by himself, but soon someone called him down. I guess maybe friend."

"Friend, heh." The police officer sneered suddenly while taking notes. Yan Zhao didn't understand why, but the police officer didn't explain too much. He just pressed the clip recorder to stop, and then signaled Yan Zhao to leave. , "Your communication tools and belongings are in the locker, and someone will take you to get them."

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when Yanzhao got his backpack again. He turned on his mobile phone and found a text message from Si Qi on it. Party, so go first, let Yan Zhao go home by himself.

Yan Zhao closed the phone in a daze, and stood at the gate of the police station.

How did that happen?Obviously he was the one who was accidentally involved, why did Si Qi and his fraternity members end the inquiry so quickly.

No, it should be a good thing that Si Qi's inquiry ended early.

Yan Zhao threw out the bad thoughts in his mind, but he soon began to worry again: the police station is located in the east of the city, and there is still a distance from the apartment, and he doesn't know how long it will take to take a taxi here.

When he was worrying, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. Yan Zhao turned his head and met Lauren Ting's handsome face, feeling a little absent-minded for a while.

"Mr. Duke." He hurriedly took off the coat on his body, "Thank you, twice! The last time was also... I returned the clothes to you, ah, maybe I should return them to you after washing." Yan Zhao didn't know either Why do I always behave so badly in front of this man!It's so embarrassing that you can't even say a complete sentence.

Yan Zhao was so ashamed that he almost found a crack in the ground to get in. He smashed the jar, and just hung his head and didn't say a word.

After a while, two seconds, or three seconds, he suddenly heard a pleasant chuckle from above, and a palm fell on his head and patted: "What a young child, let's go , I'll give you a ride." After finishing speaking, he reached out to take his coat and put it on his forearm, and walked out.

Yan Zhao subconsciously obeyed his words, chased after him, and then suddenly found out what about this Mr. Duke made him feel weird all the time—he obviously only looked about 30 years old, but he always liked to scream He "children".

Maybe this is the habit of the superior?

Yan Zhao buried his confusion in his heart.