Wang Jiankang is in his early 40s, director of the International Exchange Department of Shanghai University.
Because of his work relationship, Wang Jiankang has a wide network of contacts and often has to meet people outside for dinner.
Xie Qingcheng had met him once or twice, and felt that this man was annoying. Later, when he saw him, he walked around, so at best it was just "acquaintance", not "understanding".
"I don't believe in ghosts and gods. Since he is dead, he probably has nothing to do with Chengkang Mental Hospital." Xie Qingcheng took another sip of tea and said lightly, "Also, Jiang Lanpei has nothing to do with it. relation."
He Yu turned his head to look at the radio and television tower: "Chengkang has made a lot of noise. I'm afraid it's not as simple as a mental hospital behind it."
This need not be said by He Yu, Xie Qingcheng also knows.
The TV tower of the school can be controlled, all the electronic communication tools within the radiation range are illegally distributed video, and the photos of the police can be stolen under such a high degree of martial law, the director of the Shanghai Municipal Public Security Bureau estimated at this moment. Gotta go to the emergency cardiologist.
It is self-evident how arrogant the people behind him are to be able to do such a thing, and to be openly provocative.
And this matter actually involved Shanghai University, which is where Xie Xue now works... Xie Qingcheng thought, his head was a little sore, he subconsciously touched a pack of cigarettes and came out to smoke, but glanced at He Yu , I thought he would have opinions again, so I still went to the balcony.
He Yu heard the soft sound of a lighter behind him, looked back, and saw a faint light shining in the night.
Xie Qingcheng brought the lighter to the side of the cigarette, and the firelight outlined his clear outline and long eyelashes, giving him a gentle scarlet edge. Then he withdrew the lighter, and only the fire on the cigarette flickered brightly and dimly.
Like fireflies.
After Xie Qingcheng finished smoking a whole cigarette, he came back from the balcony with a light cough and closed the sliding glass door.
"I'm going to cook some late-night snacks." It's also annoying. It's hard to fall asleep tonight. It's better to eat something and boil it to see the result.
Xie Qingcheng asked He Yu, "What do you want?"
"Caviar and purple gall sashimi."
"Get out."
"… That's fine."
Xie Qingcheng went to the kitchen.
He cooks neatly and cleanly, like an operation, everything is clear and organized. The sound of the range hood rang inside, and He Yu looked down at the phone.
WeChat message volume has exploded.
Mainly in the group of classmates, they are all talking about what happened tonight. It is estimated that no one in the entire Shanghai University can close their eyes, even if they are honestly staying in the dormitory with their friends and classmates, and everyone's eyes are all looking at the mobile phone video.
"Who the hell is Z?"
"Z must be the surname of the murdered target. My surname is Xu. That's great, I'm fine."
"Wu wu wu **** help! My surname is Zhang!"
"It's okay, classmate. My surname is Zhao. I have never disliked my surname like this, and I can't sleep."
There were even a few idiots who spontaneously formed a group of classmates starting with Z and L, saying that they would hug and comfort each other in the group.
Another person pointed out: "As long as the song of throwing the handkerchief is played again, it must be a target to kill. Our entire dormitory is watching the video of throwing the handkerchief, it's terrible..."
The news feed also jumped to the home page.
However, when He Yu clicked to watch it, it showed that the content was deleted by the publisher. It is estimated that the Internet police at this point have been working overtime to delete relevant information. He can understand this, the situation is not under control, and he doesn't know how the next step will develop, the stakes behind it, the people involved, all are still unclear, the official can't allow such news to be quickly spread on the Internet, otherwise it will be very easy Caused the spread of rumors and mass panic.
He Yu has a family group, and there are basically no people in that group. He reasonably suspects that his parents and younger brother have a small group of three. Anyway, his neurosis will always seem to exist outside the family.
But today when something like this happened at Shanghai University, Lu Zhishu still sent a message in the group: "Your father told me about the matter, you and Dr. Xie go home and let us know."
He Yu: "Arrived at the dormitory."
He Jiwei: "Take a photo."
He Yu sighed, because he thought he might be perfunctory and put him here to check the post.
He got up and opened the kitchen door: "Xie Qingcheng, my dad wants me to take a picture of you."
Xie Qingcheng frowned: "I'll just call him later."
He Yu had better say so, and didn't want to care about the group "Dating and loving family", he threw his phone away and walked behind Xie Qingcheng. Xie Qingcheng was cooking the noodles, which smelled delicious.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Look at how you cook. Learn a little."
Xie Qingcheng stopped chasing him. He was about to fry two poached eggs, and when he beat the eggs with one hand and poured them into the frying pan, he realized that he was absent-minded and did not wear an apron.
Although he knew how to cook, he hated the fumes on his body, and he had to manage the fried egg in front of him, so he turned his head and said to He Yu, "Do me a favor and bring me an apron to tie it on."
He Yu: "..." He really became his little secret.
"What are you looking at, what are you doing standing still, hurry up."
He Yu had no choice but to go behind the door to get the apron—it looked like it was not used by Xie Xue, the clean and plain apron was probably prepared by Xie Xue for Xie Qingcheng.
"How is this thing connected?"
"... You really don't touch the sun with your fingers."
"It's not that I don't know how to tie it. I have used it, but I haven't used it for anyone."
"Think for yourself."
He Yu thought about it and it became clear that it was not difficult, so he walked behind Xie Qingcheng and wrapped the apron around him to tie it.
When he was tying it, He Yu once again found that Xie Qingcheng's waist was very thin. Before, he just watched it coldly, but this time he wrapped a rope around his waist and tied a knot behind him.
He Yu was a little taller than Xie Qingcheng, Xie Qingcheng stood in front of the stove, He Yu stood behind him, lowered his eyes and let Xie Qingcheng carefully tie the knot, and when he looked up again, he saw Xie Qingcheng. Qing Cheng lowered his neck.
Very white, almost transparent porcelain white.
There is a small mole on the side of the back of the neck.
He Ji had never seen Xie Qingcheng's neck from this angle before. When he was young, he couldn't see Xie Qingcheng's neck. It was not until now that he realized that Xie Qingcheng's neck was very beautiful. He subconsciously said, "Xie Qingcheng, there is a mole on the back of your neck."
Also added a sentence.
"Red."
His voice was very close, and it was close to his neck. Xie Qingcheng's male instinct made him feel a little bit stabbed, and he turned his head.
Stupid straight guy is really stupid.
In this case, he turned back out of male territorial awareness, wanting to confirm his safety and distance himself.
But the idiot straight man didn't think about it, He Yu's voice was already so close, and his hand was still on his waist to tie an apron for him. When he turned around, what distance was that
He Yu's lips touched Xie Qingcheng's side ear all of a sudden, and even because the two of them didn't react in time, the warm lips touched a little on his cheek.
A light touch like a dragonfly, embarrassing like a wildfire.
Extremely stiff.
He Yu: "… "
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
The side of the ear is a very sensitive place for many people, and Xie Qingcheng is no exception. Even if it was only for a short time, he still felt the slow and hot breathing that belonged to a boy. Very strong, he coldly pressed against He Yu's chest and pushed him away.
The faces of the two were very ugly for a while, staring at each other not knowing what to say.
Sorry
That was also the head that Xie Qingcheng turned back, He Yu couldn't apologize, and Xie Qingcheng was even more impossible.
what are you doing
... Obviously, you don't need to ask, this is just a tragic coincidence caused by a straight man's brainlessness.
They froze for a while, and suddenly there was a strange smell in the pot.
He Yu came back to his senses and said to Xie Qing, "It's burnt!"
Xie Qingcheng turned back immediately, and sure enough, the side of the fried egg had turned black.
"… "
He hasn't scorched an egg since he was eight years old, and he really had blood mold today.
Xie Qingcheng pressed the fire, moved the pan away, and said to He Yu, "What are you doing here with a pestle? Go out."
After he finished speaking, he took out a kitchen towel, and wiped the side of his ear and cheek that had been touched by He Yu's lips with a cold expression.
He Yu: "… "
This kind of inadvertent lip touch is different from the previous deliberately tricky confrontation.
He Yu also felt quite uncomfortable, he said nothing, bowed his head and went out. After returning to the living room, he felt a little uncomfortable, and felt that Xie Qingcheng's eyes were too cold, with a clear sense of rejection and looking down.
He Yu didn't like this feeling.
He was suppressed by Xie Qingcheng since he was a child. When he met Xie Qingcheng after he went to college, he slowly corrected the shadow of Xie Qingcheng that originated from his childhood, and even took the initiative in the relationship between the two many times. right.
But just with that look just now, He Yu was immediately hooked into his memory again - Xie Qingcheng was still Xie Qingcheng, and he could still use bayonet-like eyes to calmly and critically overlook everything about him.
In fact, Xie Qingcheng still occupies an absolute dominant position.
Just as I was thinking, the phone suddenly rang.
He Yu was absent-minded, thinking that it was He Jiwei who was impatient, and answered the call.
"Hey."
"Hey, Brother Xie, I just finished my mission and was able to make a phone call when I saw an accident near your school. Brother, wait a minute, I'll come over now, I'm not worried about you..."
He Yu took the phone away from him, only to realize that he had made a mistake. He was answering Xie Qingcheng's call.
And the caller ID was a person with the note "Chen Slow".
Listening to the voice is a frizzy and frizzy boy.
Also a brother, called very calm and intimate.
He Yu and Chen Man had met before. The two had a meal with Xie Qingcheng in the cafeteria and chatted for a while.
But unfortunately, neither of them reported their names at the time.
It's been a long time, and the voice will be a little distorted on the phone, so neither of them can tell the identity of the other.
He Yu felt a little uncomfortable for some reason. He glanced at Xie Qingcheng who was still in the kitchen brushing the pan and re-frying eggs, and got up and walked to the balcony.
"Brother, why don't you speak? You... "
He Yu closed the balcony door and said politely, "May I ask who you are?"
"Hey? Isn't it Brother Xie?" The other party was obviously stunned, "Who are you?"
"I'm Dr. Xie's friend."
"Oh, then you can ask my brother to answer the phone."
He Yu smiled, but his voice became even colder. He said, "Xie Qingcheng doesn't seem to have a younger brother. Where are you from relatives? I have never heard him talk about it."
Chen paused for a while, he wasn't stupid, he heard that the person answering the phone was nitpicking here.
Officer Chen is a policeman after all, and he has always been the only one to try others. How can anyone try him as soon as they come up
And if you listen carefully, the other party should be a man of the same age as you. At this point in time, who is the young boy who can stay with Xie Qingcheng when such a thing happens
Chen slow couldn't think of it for a while, and he also forgot the meal friend with whom he had a good chat that day.
He was vigilant and suspicious of He Yu: "Who are you. Which friend? Brother Xie has only a few friends, and I should know them all."
He Yu smiled and looked at the scarlet radio and television tower, which made his pupils look a little dark.
He actually didn't need to report his family, but he still said: "My name is He Yu."
"He never told me about you."
He Yu didn't move, looking at the tower and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
He suddenly realized that his and Xie Qingcheng's social circles did not overlap much.
This surname is Chen...
"He Yu, what's wrong?" The sliding door behind him was suddenly pulled open, and Xie Qingcheng stood there.
"...There was a phone call, I got it wrong, and I answered it."
Xie Qingcheng: "Who is it?"
"Chen slow."
As soon as Xie Qingcheng heard the name, he went over and took the mobile phone from He Yu's hand, turned around and went inside the house to answer the call.
He Yu stood there silently watching.
Xie Qingcheng is a very indifferent person, and it is not easy to show interest and concern to others. Except for Xie Xue, basically no one could arouse his excessive attention.
But this Chen slow seems to be an exception.
He Yu was inexplicably more uncomfortable.