Mao Xiaowei's body was taken down from the tree.
As eyewitnesses, Cheng Ji and three others were taken to the scene by the police to take their statements and stayed there in the cold wind until evening.
While the police were digging up the criminal gang, they were also encountering fierce resistance. With the case developing to this point, the superiors in charge of supervising the case would certainly be unable to sit still, and within a day a working group would move into Hongcheng to supervise the case on the spot, supplemented by thundering measures.
The task force has an even harder time. Everyone has to be scolded. The team leader, deputy team leader and others have probably been scolded to the point of being at a loss - our police officers are hardworking and can handle hardships, and are no less capable than others.
In fact, the frustration of the police is not difficult to explain. It takes time for the rival group to grow stronger. They may have been secretly entrenched in Hongcheng for more than ten or twenty years. It is hard to imagine how deep their roots are and how wide their involvement is. How can they be defeated so easily? They may have more weapons in their hands than the police!
Manager Zhou and Cheng Ji said a brief goodbye and were then carried up from the bottom of the slope by emergency personnel.
He will be sent for treatment, but the police will not disclose where he will be treated, which is likely not in the Hongcheng area. He will also be protected until the day when he is confirmed to be safe.
Cheng Ji tried to find out from the on-site police whether they had caught the main culprit of the criminal group, but unfortunately the police were not fooled and acted in a businesslike manner. They were obviously more suspicious of the three than they trusted them.
During the record, Geng Chunbiao, a released prisoner, kept emphasizing the scientific nature of the divination sticks in the monk temple, which made the other party even more impatient and he almost handcuffed him on the spot. Fortunately, Qi Beisong arrived and bailed him out.
Of course Lao Geng was very angry and wanted to complain about the government's discriminatory treatment. Zhao Jiarui tried to persuade him and even took him out for a drink.
The two of them drank and worried in the tavern. Old Geng cursed the drug lords for their ruthlessness and cruelty, and shocked everyone. Zhao Jiarui had no choice but to book him a room in a small hotel and send him to sleep.
Cheng Ji was taken home by Qi Beisong. After taking off his shoes, he sat on the floor without saying a word.
Qi Beisong turned to look at his face and saw that he looked dazed.
Qi Beisong said, "Tsk, my wife is a good wife. She didn't say a word even when her leg was broken. How come she is so stupid?"
Of course Cheng Ji was not stupid, he was just exhausted.
“…” He rubbed his temple, “I can’t stand it anymore. I’ll have to keep quick-acting heart pills in my pocket from now on.”
Qi Beisong poured a small glass of foreign wine and held it in front of him.
Cheng Ji raised his dry eyes and refused: "No, it will give me a headache."
"What do you want to do now? I'll accompany you."
Cheng Ji lay down on the ground, his face pale, and asked, "Is there any new news from Brother Lei?"
"No, don't keep thinking about it."
Seeing that he was in a really bad mood, Qi Beisong simply went to the kitchen to get a plate of frozen dumplings, brought them over and fed them to him one by one.
"Can you make dumplings?" Cheng Ji asked softly with his mouth full.
"I will do it when I need it." Qi Beisong said, holding the chopsticks, "Let's practice after we're full. If you have any unhappiness in your heart, you can vent it to me!"
He put down the food tray and forcibly dragged Cheng Ji into the small gym. The latter didn't want to cooperate at first, but couldn't resist his active pressure and had to agree.
"What to practice?" Cheng Ji asked.
"The moves you used to lock my arm," Qi Beisong said, "Gracie Jiu-Jitsu."
Cheng nodded: "Oh, last time it was a cross armbar. To put it bluntly, it is to make the opponent's elbow joints bear the force. It is the most widely used move in Jiu-Jitsu. You lie down."
Qi Beisong lay down within half a second. As long as Cheng Ji was happy, he was willing to do anything.
Cheng Ji spread his legs, straddled his waist slightly higher, and supported his body weight with his hands on his chest.
This face-to-face position made Qi Beisong feel a little excited, but he immediately restrained himself because he absolutely could not be distracted while fighting!
"Put your hands on my shoulders," Cheng Ji said, "so that I can save energy when I turn around later."
Qi Beisong did so immediately.
Cheng Ji's face was not good, but his movements were still standard. He suddenly slid to the side, one leg pressed on Qi Beisong's chest, the other leg pressed on his face, and one of Qi Beisong's arms was already in his arms.
The bodies of both of them were crossed, he clamped his legs together, held the other's wrists and slightly raised his hips (the professional term is "bridging"), and Mr. Qi immediately cried out in pain.
Cheng Ji asked: "Hey, now you know how to beg for mercy?"
"It hurts, it hurts!" Qi Beisong shouted, "My dear wife!"
"How come you feel pain when I didn't use any force?" Cheng Ji asked, "Did you have an injury on your elbow?"
Qi Beisong didn't feel any pain, he was shouting "I love my wife", so of course he had to love and coax his wife, right? If his wife was in a bad mood, he had to find ways to distract her and make her forget her unhappiness temporarily.
Cheng Ji let go and said, "If you are proficient in using the cross armbar, you can end most fights. Now you come to suppress me."
Qi Beisong asked: "How to press it?"
Cheng Jiping lay down and said, "Just like I pressed you just now, am I not teaching you the technique?"
Qi Beisong sat on him, and Cheng Ji groaned, "It's so heavy!"
Qi Beisong supported his face with both hands, leaned over and grinned: "It's good to be heavy, so you can't run away."
Cheng Ji patted his arm lightly: "Use the standard posture and put your hand on my chest."
Qi Beisong had long forgotten what the standards were and offered her lips for a kiss. He didn't really want to practice judo in the first place, and no amount of messy martial arts would be as fun as having a wife.
Without waiting for him to kiss her, Cheng Ji turned over smoothly, grabbed one of his arms and held him in place.
"Love, love, love my wife!"
"..." Cheng Ji was about to explain the trick of the joint technique, but he was scolded, "Can you not beg for mercy?"
"It hurts! You're awesome! I lose!"
Cheng Ji had no choice but to let him go. He looked very unhappy and said with a sidelong glance: "I won't play with you anymore."
Qi Beisong stood up and said, "No, teach me judo! I really want to learn it!"
Cheng Ji pounced on him and pushed him down again. This time he didn't listen to his pleas and twisted him with a few moves until he cried for his parents.
Qi Beisong slapped the floor and shouted: "Arm! Arm! It's broken, it's broken! If I become disabled, won't I be a burden to you!!!"
Cheng Ji asked: "Do you accept it? Do you accept it?"
“I’m convinced!!!”
Cheng Ji let go: "It would be better if you begged for mercy earlier!"
“…” Qi Beisong thought to himself, I have been begging for mercy!
Cheng Ji sat astride him, looking up at the inky black sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The dazzling spotlight shone on his face, making even his eyeballs seem transparent.
His face was pale, worry and fatigue were gathered in his brows, and his chin was pitifully pointed, but Qi Beisong knew that this was the complete him.
He is so sensible that sometimes people forget that he is only twenty years old; he shoulders too much, so people think he is born to be able to bear it; he does not make any demands, so people think he never desires.
In fact, he is not a pure warrior. All his courage comes from the burning of his soul. He will be afraid and cry, will doubt himself, and will be confused like a five-year-old child. He spends much more time in pain than enjoying himself, so he loves everyone who gives him kindness and hope.
Thank God, those people are still alive. Qi Beisong prays that they live long and protect his baby, his man, together with him.
Let him be safer, happier and more relaxed.
Cheng Ji let go of him and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"
Qi Beisong had no choice but to look for cigarettes and lighters: "Wife, you've been addicted lately!"
Cheng Ji sighed.
As usual, the two sat side by side. Qi Beisong held the fire with both hands and lit some for Cheng first, then for himself.
Smoke rose, Cheng Ji took a casual puff, then pressed his temple with the fingers holding the cigarette, his eyes falling meaninglessly on an object.
Qi Beisong only recently discovered that this was a habitual action of his. He seemed to have headaches frequently, so he always wanted to press it.
Qi Beisong put the cigarette in his mouth and said, "I'll do it."
"?" Cheng Ji tilted his head slightly. Qi Beisong had already pressed on his temple, rubbing it with appropriate strength.
"You are only twenty years old. At what age did you start learning to smoke?" Qi Beisong asked.
"How old were you?" Cheng Ji asked back.
"I won't tell you." Qi Beisong said, "I'm afraid your child will learn bad things."
"Pooh!" Cheng Ji spat and continued smoking.
Qi Beisong lowered his head again, smiled evilly and asked, "How old were you when you had your first kiss?"
"Sixteen." Cheng Ji said, but not sixteen in this life, but sixteen in the previous life.
"Do you know how old I am?" Qi Beisong gestured a number mysteriously.
Cheng Ji smiled slightly: "Oh, you are quite reserved, I thought it was earlier."
Qi Beisong asked: "Who did you kiss when you were sixteen?"
"A senior from senior year." Cheng Ji said.
Qi Beisong laughed: "I can't tell, you are quite capable! How do you feel?"
"... I forgot." Cheng Ji said, putting the cigarette between his lips. How could he remember anything from his previous life
Suddenly the cigarette in his mouth was taken away, and he looked up inexplicably. Qi Beisong approached him from the side, followed by a long and delicate kiss, which was different from all the previous kisses. It was not plundering or oppressive, and not even eager, but soothing.
After a long while, he let go of Cheng Ji's lips, put his hand on his forehead and said, "Your little forehead is like an ice cube. Are you scared? Since you got away with it, don't think about it over and over again. You need to change this bad habit!"
The bright light poured down from above, illuminating his face in every detail. Cheng Ji stared at him in a daze and reached out to touch his thick eyelashes.
Qi Beisong's enthusiasm instantly rose, and he hugged Cheng Ji around the waist, and the latter barely uttered: "Yan... Yan!"
It’s bad enough that this grandson bites his relatives, but he also burns them every time!
"I've got it in my hand!" Qi Beisong said anxiously, "Hurry up, hurry up!"
Cheng Ji ordered: "Destroy it."
Qi Beisong quickly put out the cigarette, and the two of them kissed and embraced in the corner of the gym until they ran out of oxygen.
Qi Beisong pulled his lips apart half an inch and asked, "Does it feel better to kiss me or her?"
"Who?" Cheng Ji looked confused, his eyes misty, he had been kissed into a daze.
"Senior high school student!"
Cheng Ji curled his lips and smiled: "Of course she is good, who made your mouth full of cigarette smell?"
"Tsk, you too!" Qi Beisong said enthusiastically, "Let me kiss you further down?"
Cheng Ji refused: "I'm dirty. I spent half a day climbing in the ravine of Shuiyue Mountain today."
"I don't care."
"I care." Cheng Ji pushed Qi Beisong away, "If you really want to do something, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
Qi Beisong suddenly became serious: "Are you sure? I will do whatever I want!"
"..." Cheng Ji lowered his eyelashes and said, "Okay."
"Baby!" Qi Beisong lifted him up high!
"Put it down, put it down quickly." Cheng Ji said, "I'm in a bad mood today."
Qi Beisong quickly put him down, but was reluctant to let go of his hands, still pressing and rubbing his temple vigorously.
He had strong hands, and Cheng Ji happened to have a severe headache, so the two of them were quite compatible.
"I feel so upset." Cheng Ji hugged his knees and said, "Two people died in a few days and so many people were injured. It seems that everything is related to me, but I can't do anything about it."
"Wait and see." Qi Beisong gave two simple words, "Things are beyond our control. Watching is the best way to deal with it at the moment, and it is also the greatest support for the killer."
"Just stand by and watch as if nothing happened?" Cheng Ji was at a loss.
"Yes, until the day they need you and summon you." Qi Beisong said.
"So I have to be prepared all the time?" Cheng Ji asked.
"Yes!" Qi Beisong nodded seriously.
He said this just to give Cheng Ji a thought, so that he wouldn't always feel that he hadn't done enough. Little did he know that his words would come true and he would really wait for that call.
Seeing that Cheng Ji didn't say anything, Qi Beisong put his arms around his shoulders and pressed his head hard into his arms.
"…What are you doing now?" Cheng Ji asked.
Qi Beisong mainly wanted to find an excuse to hug him.
Cheng Ji pinched him and asked, "Are you also scared by Manager Zhou?"
"Yes, I was scared to death." Qi Beisong said, "Zhou Zhiwen is a rare person. I have troubled him a lot in Shuiyue Villa and scolded him several times, but he never complained. He just kept doing what he should do. In terms of self-cultivation, I am far inferior to him. Now I think I shouldn't have done that!"
Perhaps his tone was too sincere, Cheng Ji felt the same way and slowly put his arms around his waist, burying his whole body in his arms.
"Thanks… "
Qi Beisong kissed the top of his head.
The sudden ring of the doorbell startled both of them.
"Who?" Cheng Ji sniffed.
No matter who he is, Qi Beisong doesn't want to move. He is now being embraced by Cheng Ji. This opportunity only comes once in decades. Is it easy
"Don't you want to go and take a look?" Cheng Ji raised his head and asked.
"No!" Qi Beisong tightened his arms and held the other person tightly, "It must be that the neighbor walked into the wrong door!"
“You have no neighbors.”
"Yes, from the unit next door."
Cheng Ji pressed his chest with both hands and tried his best to push him out.
Qi Beisong walked out of the gym like an abandoned dog, and he turned all his anger towards the man outside the door.
—Zheng Haiping was standing outside the door.
"Why are you here so late?" Qi Beisong asked gruffly, "Is your son asleep?"
Zheng Haiping said: "So you are at home. If you don't open the door, I will open it myself."
The front door of the Qi family has a fingerprint lock, which has Zheng Haiping's fingerprint recorded on it.
"Is there something wrong?" Qi Beisong's face was still dark.
Zheng Haiping understood immediately and smiled maliciously: "Did I disturb you? I was wrong."
Qi Beisong said viciously: "You also know that you are wrong?"
"I can't predict the future." Zheng Haiping smiled, "Can you forgive me? Money or things? No matter what, I will compensate you. I will buy you the yacht you liked last time, right?"
"No, I'm seasick." Qi Beisong said, "Give me your son as compensation."
Zheng Haiping chuckled and said, "Okay, you can take care of him for me. I find him annoying."
"Go back and get it!" Qi Beisong was angry.
Zheng Haiping said: "No more jokes, I have something to tell you."
"explain."
Zheng Haiping whispered a few words into his ear.
Qi Beisong's face suddenly changed and he asked, "Really?"
Zheng Haiping nodded.
Qi Beisong begged: "Brother, don't tell Cheng'er!"