At two o'clock in the evening, the police station's office was still lit. Xie Jiahua just finished arresting a serious criminal today. At this time, there was still a little blood on his sleeves, and a few bands of bandages were wrapped around his bare arms. He sat at the table while turning over a stack of case files and drinking. coffee. His brows were furrowed, and his thin and hard face, which was as thin as a knife and axe, became more serious and cold. He was only 33 years old this year, but there were already fine lines at the corners of his eyes. It was caused by investigating and handling cases day and night without any personal time.
Seeing the ecstasy, the eldest brother on the table suddenly sounded, startling him. The call came late at night. His professional habits made him think that there was another murder case, so he hurriedly picked it up, "Hello?"
A few words were said over there. He took his phone away in surprise and looked at the caller ID, frowning even tighter, "What? How is he now?... Well, I'll be right there."
He got up in a hurry, grabbed the coat and car keys, took a few steps and remembered something, went back, carefully put the stack of documents that had just been carefully reviewed in the drawer and locked it, and then quickly ran out.
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The car quickly stopped in front of a bar on the corner of Lockhart Road. It was late at night, and the bar street seemed to be sparsely populated, with only a few drunks sitting on the side of the road not far away, shoving and scolding each other. Xie Jiahua glanced at them cautiously, and determined that it was just a frolic among friends, not a fight, so he hurried into the tavern.
The customers were gone. The little boss and the bartender were separately cleaning the floor and the mess on the bar. When they saw him come in, they were all shocked, "Ah Ward! It's you!"
Xie Jiahua met Tang Jiaqi in this bar many years ago and was a regular here at the time. The bartender exchanged a few words with him, and picked up a big brother avenue that was dirty with ketchup and wine from the bar, "He saved you as the first 0 in his phone, and we'll call Here's to you."
Xie Jiahua took the phone and looked at it, and found that the first number in the address book was indeed his own number, and the name that was stored was "0_TheFool".
The bartender had seen Xie Jiahua drunk and was taken away by Lu Guangming last time. He vaguely guessed that the two had an extraordinary relationship, and whispered in Xie Jiahua's ear, "He has been here a few times before, but he has never been there before. I've been drunk. I don't know why I can't think about it tonight, I've been drinking and vomiting, and I can't drive it away. Get it back and coax it."
"Where are the others?" Xie Jiahua looked around.
"Lying on the sofa in the back, I didn't get drunk, just vomited again after a while."
Xie Jiahua found Lu Guangming who was drunk on the sofa in the corner of the bar. This little Sir Lu was lying on his back, looking at the ceiling calmly with his eyes open, his legs folded and his fingers crossed on his chest, in a very quiet and peaceful drunk state - if you ignore the smelly dirt on his body.
Xie Jiahua took off his coat and put it on him, and he couldn't get it up after pulling him twice - Lu Guangming's eyes were straight, his hands and feet were stiff, and his whole body was like a pile of dead wood. Xie Jiahua simply bowed his body and tried his best, directly hugged him horizontally, and walked quickly towards the outside of the store.
The little boss and the bartender who were about to come over to help people were stunned. It was not until Xie Jiahua walked out of the bar steadily that the little boss sighed, "As expected of Sir, his arm strength is amazing..."
"Hey, I haven't got the phone yet! There's still a bag!" The bartender screamed and hurriedly picked up what Lu Guangming left behind and chased out the door.
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The car drove past an ICAC office in Kowloon at a steady speed. Xie Jiahua glanced hurriedly while driving, and saw that there were still lights on in several offices. Obviously, Lian Ji also had the same custom of staying up all night investigating cases like the police. But this little Lianji, who was lying in the back seat of his car, did not fight side by side with his colleagues, but went to the bar alone to get drunk all night.
Xie Jiahua looked back at him in the rearview mirror. He was still lying there quietly, as if he didn't mind being taken by someone and where.
Xie Jiahua remembered the "0_TheFool" stored in his mobile phone. His dream in middle school was to learn art, and he has some understanding of Western tarot card painting: The Fool is the English word for "The Fool" in tarot cards; on common tarot cards, the Fool holds a rose in his left hand, symbolizing innocence and enthusiasm , holding the staff in the right hand and wrapping, symbolizing strength and carrying weight forward; it is numbered 0 in the 22 major arcana cards, and is also numbered 22, symbolizing the beginning and end of the Tarot, representing infinite possibilities.
- He didn't understand Lu Guangming's mood when he kept his name like this. Maybe he thought too much. Lu Guangming just wanted to call him a fool
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The car finally stopped in the parking lot of the apartment building where Xie Jiahua lived. This time the walking distance was far, he tossed for a while, and finally lifted Lu Guangming on his back with difficulty, and shook Lu Guangming who had no resistance, "Are you awake? Take your bag yourself."
Lu Guangming opened his eyes, raised his hand slightly, and took his briefcase. Xie Jiahua was able to free his hand to lock the door, drag his butt, and walk steadily towards the elevator. He thought that Lu Guangming had rested for a while, maybe a little sober, but Lu Guangming was holding a briefcase, and suddenly his arms were wrapped around his chest and hugged him tightly.
"Aba... Ama..." Lu Guangming whispered, the warm water dripped on the back of Xie Jiahua's neck. He then lowered his head and gently kissed his tears with his mouth, kissed the back of Xie Jiahua's sweaty and tear-drenched neck and called, "Brother Jiaqi..."
Xie Jiahua didn't stop and walked forward steadily.
Ten minutes later, he put Lu Guangming down in his bathtub. Lu Guangming threw away the bag, but his hands were still around him and he refused to let go. Under the harassment and entanglement of Lu Guangming, he took off his dirty clothes for the other party, opened his unkempt head and washed his body for Lu Guangming. Lu Guangming sat up naked and stuck to him, kissing his eyebrows and calling him indiscriminately. , "Jiaqi Ge..."
Xie Jiahua turned off the tap, tilted his head slightly to avoid his kiss, and said calmly, "You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk." Lu Guangming's eyes were full of water and lust, and he had to go forward to entangle him. Xie Jiahua grabbed his wrist.
"You're drunk. But you recognize who I am. Stop pretending."
Lu Guangming was stunned for a moment, but after a while, he narrowed his eyes and smiled with two crescent moons.
He drank all night in a daze, got drunk and woke up, woke up and drunk again, and he couldn't tell how drunk he was, when he was pretending and when he was real. When Xie Jiahua appeared at the bar, he had already recognized him, calling out to Brother Jiaqi, while clearly knowing that he was kissing Xie Jiahua, but those sadness and tears, longing and hesitation were all fake
He has resentment towards his boss, Sir Xu, but is the respect and obedience over the past three years fake? When there was a breakthrough in the case, he hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to submit the relevant materials to Sir Xu. Is that trust given with extreme caution and prudence also fake
Xu Sir was right, he was a disappointment. For so many years, he has concealed himself in truth and truth. He doesn't trust anyone, and it must be very chilling for others to reject people thousands of miles away. But for him, how can he judge whether others are true or false? He lost his father and mother when he was young, and he met a care worker who molested the young child in the orphanage. He spent a few years in darkness. It was not until Tang Jiaqi came to volunteer that he realized his strangeness and reported the care worker to rescue him. Because of such successive traumatic stimulations, he was introverted, closed, and extreme, and armed himself like a hedgehog. Apart from Tang Jiaqi, he had no friends or relatives—even for Tang Jiaqi, he was subconsciously longing for him. Resisted and avoided until the day when Tang Jiaqi's accident happened... He has since lost the ability to discern the truth.
God has taken away the only person who truly treats him. Except for him, anyone in this world may be an accomplice in killing Brother Jiaqi. Why does he believe in the good intentions of this world
For a long time, he even thought that Xie Jiahua might also be one of the murderers. Those affectionate feelings were just Xie Jiahua's disguise to cover up his guilt, until that day, when Xie Jiahua got drunk, he cried and called Tang Jiaqi's name. His body was clearly in pain, but he laughed happily. He held Xie Jiahua's face in the continuous shock and kissed the tears on his face-the tears were real, haunting the pain in that heart, It turned out to be the same as him.
What an interesting Xie Jiahua, a fool who is so close to the real murderer but always kept in the dark, a soul who has never lost his innocence, never gave up chasing, and carried a heavy burden to move forward. Even if this man hates him so much and doubts him, what does it matter? He was hypocritical and depraved, and he had nothing to like. At this moment, just share the pleasures of the flesh.
"Xie Sir, it's not interesting," he said while trying to continue to tease Xie Jiahua's face, but his wrist was still firmly grasped by Xie Jiahua. This is the second time, pretending to be reserved. Do you still remember, the first time was because you were drunk... Now I'm drunk, so let's do it again... Everyone has a good time, isn't it good?"
Xie Jiahua's face darkened slightly, but he didn't answer. Lu Guangming smiled and continued, "You don't want to? Or I'll fuck you? Hey, you and Brother Jiaqi, you used to be on top? Has he never fucked you?"
Xie Jiahua opened his shaggy head and drenched it on his face!