Wu Weiwei's question seems like a cutting-edge scientific problem.
Li Hongyu was silent for a moment, and then analyzed from a professional perspective: "Prevent ghosts from climbing on the bed."
"So that's how it is." Wu Weiwei nodded and asked something else, "How many people are there in your special investigation department? Have they all been sent out?"
"There are five teams, with more than 80 people on duty, excluding those who stayed behind in each team." Li Hongyu's face was grim. "If we catch the person behind this, we must punish him severely."
"Yes, he must be severely punished! He is so vicious! And he is very cunning, knowing how to fold red paper into roses to attract people." Paper roses are delicate and beautiful, and are more likely to make people let down their guard than red paper or red envelopes that appear abruptly on the ground.
The two chatted for a while before Zhao Xunchang came back from outside with the parrot. Seeing that Li Hongyu was still there, he nodded and went into the room without wanting to talk any more.
Wu Weiwei scratched his face, feeling that the old man was a little strange today.
His face was colder than usual and he spoke even less, as if he didn't welcome Li Hongyu. But after careful consideration, it seemed that he didn't mean that.
There are still four hours until midnight. Excluding the time wasted on the road, there are still three hours left for rest.
Wu Weiwei was also afraid that he would not be able to hold on until midnight, so he yawned and asked Li Hongyu if he wanted to go into the house with him to take a nap.
"No need, I'll wait for you here." Li Hongyu said expressionlessly.
Wu Weiwei curled his lips and said, "Forget about going. It would be more spacious for one person."
He hugged the back of his head with both hands, leisurely returned to his room and lay down. After setting the alarm on his mobile phone, he fell asleep soon after.
Tonight there are thick clouds, no wind, no moon, and only a few faint stars can be seen occasionally in the sky.
Li Hongyu was sitting there bored. After playing with his mobile phone for a while, he went to the gate of the yard.
The fat and thin senior brothers were standing outside the car feeding mosquitoes. When they saw the young junior brother coming out, they scratched him hard a few times and walked up to him: "How was the chat? Do they have any solution?"
"No, there is no other way except waiting for the monitoring results." Li Hongyu glanced at his two senior brothers.
It's not that he has any opinions about them. To be fair, these two people are indeed good-looking but useless.
Thinking of the attitude of the team leader who forced the person on him before he left, Li Hongyu felt a little confused.
On second thought, since the senior brothers usually only do clerical work, it seems reasonable for them to go out and gain experience with him instead of the other two senior brothers.
After all, the civilian staff of the other two action groups had long since become members of the mobile team, often following others out on missions. There was no reason why the civilian seniors in their group could continue to sit in the office with a teacup in hand.
Li Hongyu said, "Don't leave for now. I'll go to Lin's house with Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei later. You guys go with us, but don't talk. Watch and listen carefully so we can go back and work out the details of the case."
"No problem." The fat senior brother replied with a smile.
Their junior fellow apprentice is talented and capable, and he is also the only disciple of the abbot. If nothing unexpected happens, when the abbot retires, Li Hongyu will be the next abbot.
Isn't it right to listen to the future master
Li Hongyu nodded, thinking that it was pitiful for his brothers to feed mosquitoes outside, so he asked: "I'll go ask if there are any mosquito coils?"
"It's still our junior brother who cares about us." The thin senior brother sobbed exaggeratedly, and his acting was so good that he almost shed tears.
Wu Weiwei was about to fall asleep when he was suddenly awakened. When he opened his eyes, he saw a cold face.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up, and asked sleepily, "What's wrong?"
Li Hongyu asked: "Do you have mosquito coils?"
Thinking it was a big deal, Wu Weiwei got out of bed, squatted in the corner and found a box of mosquito coils. "I bought it before, but never used it. You can take it out."
Yuhe Mountain is a very magical place. There are no mosquitoes in the house at the foot of the mountain. The whole house seems to be protected by an invisible glass cover. This phenomenon that goes against nature must be caused by someone casting a spell behind the scenes.
Mr. Zhao, Brother Chen, Brother Jiang, all are possible.
Li Hongyu thanked him while holding the mosquito coil, turned around and went out. Just as he reached the center of the yard, a cool breeze swept past him with a sharp force, disappearing in a flash.
He stopped and looked back.
The yard was quiet, and every door was closed tightly, with nothing unusual.
He shook his head, thinking that maybe he was overthinking it. With Mr. Zhao and Chen Ling in charge of this place, there wouldn't be any evil. Moreover, he didn't sense any evil energy from the cool breeze.
Keep walking forward and go through the gate.
Outside the business car, the fat and thin brothers had new mosquito bites on their faces. When they saw the mosquito coil in the junior brother's hand, they were like hungry mice seeing cheese, and they pounced on it and reached out to grab the thing.
They opened the packaging on the spot, one carefully separated the tightly rolled old-fashioned mosquito coils, while the other eagerly took out a lighter and waited anxiously.
Li Hongyu did not enter the yard again, but waited outside with his two senior brothers.
The mosquito repellent smell slowly diffused in the air. The fat senior brother felt like he was reborn. He let out an exaggerated sigh. He put one arm on the car window behind Li Hongyu and asked, "Mr. Chen, what are they doing in there? Didn't they say they were going to the Lin family?"
"Rest and leave at 11:20."
Senior Brother Shou came up and said, "Don't tell me, I really didn't expect that young man surnamed Chen to be able to summon the Five Thunders. When you told me about it, I doubted it. Even after it was confirmed today, I still find it unbelievable. How old is he?"
"This has to do with talent, not age." Li Hongyu said lightly, opened the car door, got in, closed the door, hugged his arms and closed his eyes.
The fat senior brother asked, "Is he speaking for others?"
"It sounds like it." The thin senior brother nodded and said thoughtfully, "Our junior brother rarely defends someone. He probably already regards Chen Ling as a friend."
The fat senior brother nodded vigorously, "Be careful with your words next time."
There was a lot of chirping outside the yard, but inside the yard was completely silent. The parrot stand that was originally swaying slightly in the wind stopped shaking, as if it was gently supported by a hand.
The door of Chen Ling's room was gently pushed open and then closed, and a pair of feet appeared beside his bed.
Jiang Yu appeared, his eyes dropping to the ground.
At the head of the bed, sneakers, board shoes, slippers... new and old, are placed one pair next to the other, and above the edge of the bed, red lines are arranged parallel upwards, forming a wall of lines, which surrounds the bed tightly.
Jiang Yu raised his hand, and before his fingertips touched the Sanqing Bell, the bell was already vibrating.
He raised his eyebrows, feeling amused and angry at the same time. His gaze pierced through the heavy red lines and stuck to the young man's face. The corners of his lips were slightly hooked on that sleeping face, his eyelashes lay quietly on his lower eyelids, his lips and nose were tucked into the quilt, his breathing was very light, but he still caught it.
Jiang Yu pressed his chest and felt his restless heart calm down a little.
But it was not enough, he needed the breath of youth to comfort himself.
With a hook of his finger, he easily removed the red thread and wrapped it around his finger in circles. When he took it to the Sanqing Bell, he stretched out two fingers to pinch the bell tongue, and the originally vibrating copper bell immediately became quiet.
The red thread was rolled into a ball and thrown next to the young man's pillow, with the end of the thread just across Chen Ling's neck.
Jiang Yu's eyes could see even in the dark. He lifted his long legs to avoid the row of shoes in front of the bed, pressed his right knee against the edge of the bed, and pulled his other leg up and across. His body was like a mountain, easily covering the person below with his shadow.
He pressed his waist down, supported his body with his arms, brushed his nose against the young man's hair, and breathed greedily.
I don't know how long it took, but he pursed his lips unsatisfied and gave up harassing her so as not to wake her up. Then, the man gently fell to the right, crossed his arm around the young man's waist, and tightened it bit by bit, as if measuring the size.
Chen Ling suddenly opened his eyes, turned around at an extremely fast speed, and stared straight into the dark eyes opposite him.
The dim light made his pale eyes look rich and deep. He held Jiang Yu's arm tightly with one hand and said smugly, "Mr. Jiang, what are you doing in the middle of the night? Is the ball of thread fun to roll?"
In order to catch the other party in the act, before falling asleep completely, he closed his eyes and frantically gave himself psychological hints that he must wake up if there was any movement.
The effect of psychological suggestion was very good. He was in a daze and confused during the time he was asleep. He could hear Wu Weiwei and Li Hongyu chatting softly in the yard. Naturally, he could also feel the door being pushed open and the gentle cool breeze squeezing in.
Jiang Yu was obviously stunned, then chuckled, "How long have you been awake?"
Chen Ling wanted to look up, but the man's hand pressed down hard on the back of his head, forcing his face to be buried in his chest.
Thanks to his identity as a Yin God, Jiang Yu's body temperature can be self-regulated. Initially, out of curiosity and eagerness to see his fiancé in advance, he did not consider the feeling of being scared. It was icy and cold, and it gave him goose bumps when touched.
Later, as I got familiar with the environment and was afraid of catching a cold, I gradually started to pay attention to my body temperature.
Now, his body temperature was burning hot, and the heat from his chest was suffocating, and Chen Ling's calmness was almost taken away.
He twisted his head, unable to break free, "Why are you pressing on me? Take your hands away."
Jiang Yu said nothing.
Chen Ling suddenly stopped moving and said "Oh" in a dragging voice, "Are you embarrassed because I caught you? It's okay, I promise not to laugh at you, you can just pretend nothing happened."
Jiang Yu's face was hidden in the darkness, and he still didn't intend to speak.
Chen Ling struggled for a few times and felt tired, but his nose was curiously sniffing the smell of the man's chest. The clothes should have been soaked in incense, with an attractive and light cold fragrance, mixed with the smell of ink.
The young man exhaled and breathed, all of it sprayed onto his chest.
Jiang Yu's Adam's apple moved, his eyes became deeper, and the hand that was clasping the back of the young man's head loosened a little, his fingers spread further apart, with a stronger sense of control.
Although his head could not be free, Chen Ling cleverly pulled his body back to avoid being too close and feeling things he shouldn't feel.
He opened his eyes, and his eyelashes brushed against Jiang Yu's chest muscles through the cloth.
Thinking of the faint breathing sound above his head when he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, Chen Ling did not give the old ancestor any face and asked directly: "Jiang Yu, what were you smelling just now? Don't keep your mouth shut, this is not the first time."
He paused, then spoke again with a weaker tone: "Do I really have a scent?"
As soon as he said this, he felt inexplicably embarrassed and his face felt slightly hot.
"Yeah." The man responded in a low voice, and his chest vibrated, making Chen Ling's forehead and cheeks numb.
He blinked. "What's that smell?"
"I don't know." Now that he was caught, Jiang Yu no longer planned to pretend to be restrained. He lowered his head and buried his face in Chen Ling's forehead and hair, his lips almost touching the tip of his nose.
Chen Ling stepped back subconsciously, but his waist was tightened and he had no way to retreat.
Jiang Yu's voice was hoarse, and the breath he spoke sprayed on his nose and under his eyelids, "Your breath can calm me down."
calm.
What is the antonym of calm
Chaos, restlessness, annoyance...
Which one does Jiang Yu belong to
"Is something making you uneasy?" Chen Ling did not move. He believed that Jiang Yu was not joking. After a while, he tried to raise one hand, hugged the man's back from behind, and patted him gently.
"Hmm?" He uttered a single syllable, urging the other party to answer.
Different from every cautious touch in the past, Jiang Yu began to hug the person unscrupulously and openly.
This time, his face could be buried in the young man's collarbone.
Chen Ling's whole body was stiff, he dared not move, he felt a slight sense of fragility coming towards him from Jiang Yu, enveloping his thoughts and mind.
His hands continued to pat the man's back gently, and the beating heart in his chest felt like it was being grasped by a hand and squeezed lightly.
Stuffy, not painful, just a little sore.
This is what heartache is.
A text message can make him laugh uncontrollably, a coquettish hug can make him feel distressed, and an occasional straight ball can make him blush and his heart beat fast.
Chen Ling frowned hard, distressed and unbelievable.
I am fucking bent.
But how can I bend it
No way.
But the facts are before us, and every one of them can refute his denial.
"No." Jiang Yu's answer finally fell into his ears.
His voice was hoarse and he asked bluntly, "Since you've discovered me, do I have to be sneaky in the future?"
Chen Ling: “…”
This is neither a human nor a ghost, it's a dog.
Shouldn't you reflect on yourself and swear to never do such shameless things that go against your cool image again
"No." Chen Ling was tough, and then he started to stutter again, "You, you like me so much..."
The word "smell" was difficult to say, and he spoke vaguely.
Jiang Yu admitted frankly, "I liked it on the first day. I told you."
A cold hand grasped his Adam's apple, and the past in which he was forced to raise his chin came to his mind. Chen Ling felt his teeth itching, and wanted to stare at the other person's face and teach him a lesson, but he was suppressed to the point that he could hardly turn his head.
He struggled again, "Stand back."
Jiang Yu started playing dumb again.
Chen Ling said a few more warning words, but to no avail. He gave up and slumped over, waiting for the ancestor to automatically "unseal" him and release him.
This hug lasted for two hours. Thinking it was almost time to leave, Chen Ling raised his hand and patted the other person's waist.
The muscles hidden under the clothes are firm and the lines are smooth, and they feel great when you rub them with your palms.
Chen Ling swallowed, trying hard to ignore his accelerated heartbeat, "I should leave now."
Jiang Yu finally spoke: "Oh."
Chen Ling: “…”
What a scabby dog! He has lost all his dignity after the window paper was broken.
Chen Ling added: "Please help me check the time on my phone."
Jiang Yu raised his hand and turned on the screen. It was already ten fifty-seven. He withdrew his hand and continued to hold it.
Chen Ling: "… What time is it?"
"It's almost eleven o'clock."
"How much?"
"… "
"How much difference!" Chen Ling started to yell, and even the fat and thin brothers outside the yard could hear his voice.
"Three minutes." Jiang Yu loosened his arms, his face calm, his eyes still clear and cold, as if he was not the one who had acted in a strong manner before.
Chen Ling rubbed his arm, which was sore from being squeezed, and when he looked up he saw the red ball of thread and the misfired Sanqing Bell. He was speechless. He took a deep breath, intending to ask the old man not to climb into bed with him in the middle of the night again, but when he thought of the man's vulnerability that he had not hidden thoroughly before, he couldn't bear to do it.
He gritted his teeth, jumped out of bed, and put on a pair of shoes at random.
Opening the wardrobe, the clothes inside are neatly folded and can be seen at a glance.
He pulled out a piece at random and stuffed it into Jiang Yu's arms, "If you really want to do that, just smell my clothes. The smell... must be the same."
Jiang Yu: “…”
Chen Ling's head was about to smoke. He grabbed his bag and ran. Halfway through, he remembered that he had not asked Jiang Yu whether he had finished his work and whether he was still leaving.
He paused for a second and walked towards the business car without hesitation.
Li Hongyu woke up in shock, "Let's go now?"
Chen Ling knew that his face must be very red, so he turned his head and looked out the window and said, "Well, call Wu Weiwei first and ask him to come out now."
Li Hongyu took out his cell phone, dialed the number and asked, "Why didn't you call him when you came out?"
Chen Ling continued to face the window: "I left in such a hurry that I forgot."
Li Hongyu didn't think much about it. He continued to press the numbers with his fingers. As soon as the call was connected, he said to the other end in a businesslike manner: "Get up and go."
Wu Weiwei was sleeping soundly when he was awakened by the sudden ringing of his cell phone. His heart started beating fast.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Right away."
When I left the room and turned to close the door, I suddenly remembered that Brother Chen might not have woken up yet, so I leaned over to look into the next room.
The red string around the bed was gone, and a ball of red string lay beside the pillow. What puzzled him most was the row of shoes neatly placed on the floor.
Wu Weiwei scratched his hair in silence. What's wrong with Brother Chen? Cosplaying as a spider spirit
Oh, who cares? Even if it's cosplay, it's Brother Chen's hobby, I have to respect it! When the boss had already left, Wu Weiwei didn't dare to delay, he put on his bag and ran out quickly.
As soon as he got in the car, he found that the atmosphere was not right.
To be precise, this wrong atmosphere was emanating from his brother Chen.
Wu Weiwei bumped his shoulder against Li Hongyu on his left and asked with a smile, "What happened to Brother Chen?"
Li Hongyu was unaware, "Nothing serious."
"..." Wu Weiwei wanted to roll his eyes. Did this guy feel like his nerve endings were dead? He turned around and chatted with Chen Ling who was sitting on his right. "Brother Chen, did you sleep well?"
Chen Ling responded.
Wu Weiwei took a breath and asked again: "Did you dream?"
Chen Ling raised his eyes and glanced at him, then pursed his lips and said, "No."
Wu Weiwei: "Oh..."
At this time, the fat and thin brothers got in the car, one sat in the driver's seat and the other sat in the passenger seat, and the car started.
Wu Weiwei tried to find out nothing by indirect means, so he simply asked directly: "Why do I feel that you are not in a good mood? Actually, it's not that you are in a bad mood, but I feel that you..."
Weird.
Especially his sitting posture. From the moment he got on the bus until now, Brother Chen's face has always been facing the window.
What are you doing? Are you having a stiff neck
Outside the window, after passing Yuhe Mountain, there were trees on both sides of the road, standing quietly in the night. Chen Ling pressed the dark window and let the wind blow on his face.
After making sure that the temperature on his face had dropped to a certain level, he sat back up, shook his head seriously and said, "I'm in a good mood."
Wu Weiwei couldn't understand again. She was quite good, with clear eyes and slightly upturned mouth. She looked a bit like that.
He thought about the word carefully, yes, spring breeze.