Ever since Han Qiang had a driving accident two years ago, Commander Han strictly forbade everyone in his family to drive fast. "I'd rather wait for three minutes than grab a second" has become the family motto of the Han family.
However, when Han Yue ran out of the house without saying hello, and drove the jeep to find Chu Ci, he really wanted to speed up to 180.
Although Chu Ci has been forced into his hands now, and it is up to him how to train, Han Yue has always had a keen instinct like a beast—Chu Ci did not resign himself to staying by his side, as long as he gave him Given the opportunity, he would leave without hesitation.
He still wants to marry a woman normally, he is still not used to living with the same sex, and he still hates Han Yue's identity, family and everything. No matter how calm and calm he looks on the surface, and how powerless he looks, Han Yue can still feel the extreme rebellion under Chu Ci's indifferent surface.
This made Han Yue very irritable.
He was afraid that as soon as he turned around, Chu Ci would seize the opportunity to escape, or he would hook up with some woman, or he would never be able to catch her again.
When Han Yue drove downstairs to Chu Ci's house, and rushed up the stairs in three steps and two steps, his mind was full of "if he is not at home, I will break his leg when he comes back" and so on. idea. He opened the lock with the key, kicked the door in, and shouted sharply: "Chu Ci! Damn it, get out!"
There was a crashing sound of porcelain breaking from the bathroom, and at the same time there was a continuous sound of rushing water.
Han Yue was overjoyed: this kid is at home!
He rushed into the bathroom and saw Chu Ci with his back to him, standing on the edge of the sink. A porcelain bottle of hand sanitizer was broken on the floor, and the fragments were scattered all over the floor. A big gash was cut on Chu Ci's finger, and blood flowed out, and he was just reaching under the cold water to rush.
"What's the matter? I just yelled casually, why did you hit the bottle?" Han Yue's anger subsided, and his complexion also recovered unusually. He walked over and hugged Chu Ci from behind, "I scared you ?”
Chu Ci didn't say a word, not knowing why her body trembled slightly.
Han Yue didn't take it seriously either, and stretched out his arms to hug Chu Ci's waist, and took his injured hand to look at it, "Hey, the cut is quite big, I'll go find you a band-aid."
Han Yue was so familiar with Chu Ci's rented three-bedroom apartment that he couldn't be more familiar with it. He quickly found cotton balls and bandages from the medicine box, carefully wiped off the blood on Chu Ci and wrapped them up.
From the time he went looking for the band-aids to the time he came back, Chu Ci stood in the bathroom, washing his hands expressionlessly. He boiled the water so high that when Han Yue helped him bandage his wound, he found his hands were cold, as if he had been bathed under cold water for a long time.
"Why are you washing your hands for so long?" Han Yue asked casually, "I called you several times, why didn't you answer?"
Chu Ci opened her mouth, but did not make a sound. After a few seconds, she said, "... I was taking a bath, so I didn't hear you."
Han Yue laughed, leaned close to his neck and smelled it, "It's really fresh... What kind of soap do you use? The mint smell is quite nice."
Chu Ci evaded slightly, "What are you doing here?"
"Can't I come if it's okay? You fucking don't answer my phone. XX, I'm too bored in that house, and no one will give me peace of mind. Our boss also married a brainless little woman... "
Han Yue paused, then patted Chu Ci's face frivolously, "Honey, it's still your appetite for me."
Chu Ci tilted his head violently, but he didn't completely avoid it. Han Yue's rough fingertips still brushed his face. In an instant, the soft and delicate touch was like an electric current, passing through Han Yue's fingers in an instant, making his heart itch.
Chu Ci stood up almost at the same instant, probably wanting to avoid this small and ambiguous environment, but before she could stand up completely, Han Yue dragged her down and tightly imprisoned her in her arms with both hands: "You Where are you going?"
"… let me go."
"Don't let it go." Han Yue gnawed on Chu Ci's side neck, and said vaguely, "Damn it, I want to sleep with you."
Chu Ci violently pushed Han Yue away, but before he could dodge, the strong and powerful man twisted his arms and pressed him hard against the side of the sink. The sharp protrusion of the countertop pierced Chu Ci's abdomen, and he couldn't help but groaned. Han Yue stretched out his hand from behind and covered his mouth, and with the other hand, he peeled off the loose cotton quality shirt.
Han Yue sometimes likes to cover Chu Ci's mouth when he is close to climax, so as to prevent him from moaning out of pleasure or pain, forcing his face to burn and his eyes to be blurry. This kind of expression and suppressed sobs made Han Yue even more excited, like an aphrodisiac, making him more addicted.
Chu Ci wanted to break free but had nowhere to go. In desperation, he opened his mouth to bite Han Yue's fingers, but Han Yue didn't care about being bitten twice. He directly inserted two finger joints into Chu Ci's mouth, panting and laughing softly. Said: "Give it to me."
The rough fingers were soaked with saliva, some of which flowed down the back of the hand before swallowing, extremely obscene. Chu Ci frowned, her long eyelashes drooping, her expression couldn't tell whether it was pain or humiliation. Han Yue didn't want to see him look like this, so he turned his face and kissed him very rudely and forcefully, then squeezed some facial milk as a lubricant, and hastily inserted a few times with his fingers.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Han Yue's cell phone, which was thrown by the Liuli Taiwan, suddenly rang wildly, and the word Hou Yu was displayed on the screen.
Han Yue scolded his mother secretly in his heart, and then he stood up and inserted his desire into it. This thrust was particularly deep, Chu Ci's body went limp at the moment of no bottom, but fortunately Han Yue pushed him hard, then pressed on the flow table and began to thrust hard.
Just two minutes after the phone stopped ringing, it rang again suddenly. This time the number displayed was from Hou Yu's father, Commander Hou.
Chu Ci's voice trembled slightly, "... yes, there is a phone call..."
Han Yue inserted heavily to the end, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go back later."
Before he finished speaking, the ringing of the mobile phone stopped abruptly, and then it rang again less than a minute later, this time it turned out to be the old man of the Han family!
Han Yue was so angry that he jumped up and down his forehead, almost wanting to smash his phone. When he was so angry, his movements were extremely violent. Chu Ci gritted his teeth tightly, pierced his fingernails deeply into his palm, and finally cried out in a crying voice after a while: "...Han Yue, stop! Stop!... "
When Han Yue's name came out of his mouth, it seemed to have a strange effect, like the most violent aphrodisiac, with an unparalleled sweet taste. Han Yue couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then all the blood in his body poured into his head, burning every nerve in his body so excited that he wished he could hug Chu Ci tightly at this moment and strangle him Broken in his arms, he ate it mouthful.
He shot almost by surprise, much faster than usual. However, the taste was extremely wonderful, the orgasm almost shook every cell in his body, making his hands and feet tremble a little.
The sweet aftertaste didn't subside until a long time later. Han Yue lazily hugged Chu Ci, kissed him slowly on the neck, and bit his teeth affectionately when he kissed his collarbone.
Chu Ci turned her head and closed her eyes expressionlessly.
Han Yue patted his face and laughed softly: "Baby, why are you so shy?"
At this time, the deadly mobile phone rang again, and it was still the number at home. Han Yue hugged Chu Ci with one arm, grabbed the phone with the other, and lazily pressed it through: "Hello? What are you doing?"
"Han Yue, call back to Hou's house right now." Commander Han's voice sounded on the other end of the phone, more serious and deep than usual, and even a little hazy: "I don't care what you were doing just now, call me right now. Uncle Hou, something happened to his nephew Hou Hongchang."
"What's the matter? He's drunk and driving again?"
Commander Han said angrily, "Fart! — He was killed!"
It took Han Yue an hour to drive to Cheng Xurong's house.
This cannot be blamed on him, Hou Hongchang had very little friendship with Han Yue, and besides, he was already dead, even if Han Yue arrived by speeding car, it would be of no avail - he did not have the elixir that could bring the dead back to life.
Besides, in that case, Han Yue must make arrangements for Xiao Qing'er first, take care of him to wash, carry him to the bed, and then get him something to eat and drink, and talk intimately. Although Chu Ci had always had a bad face, Han Yue could hold on for ten or twenty minutes talking to himself. By the time they got out of Chu Ci's house, half an hour had passed since Commander Han's phone call.
With a dark face, Hou Yu squatted under the apartment building and smoked. As soon as he saw Han Yue, he immediately stood up and said in a trembling voice, "It's wrong, it's wrong, it's really wrong!"
"Against what? Could it be his mistress killed him?"
"Even people like us dare to attack, what is wrong?!" Hou Yu shook his fingers, and pointed at a guard beside him: "Go, take Second Young Master Han upstairs to see the scene."
The scene has been completely cordoned off by the police, and the surrounding area is like an enemy. Han Yue walked to the edge of the door frame, and saw a large pool of spray-like blood on the ground. The shape of the landing was very neat, and the fingers of the blood arrows all pointed outward, without any trace of interruption.
Hou Hongchang's body was lying on the ground, covered with a white cloth. Han Yue lightly stepped over the blood on the ground, lifted the white cloth slightly, and saw that Hou Hongchang's face still retained the extremely horrified expression of his life, with his eyes wide open, unable to close his eyes.
Although Han Yue didn't have a deep friendship with him, a person who was alive and well not long ago turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"The whole neck was almost cut off, the throat was completely severed, and the cervical spine was shattered. As long as the wound was two centimeters deeper, his head would fall off." Pei Zhi stepped forward, squatted beside Han Yue, and sighed : "I talked to the forensic doctor just now, what do you think is the murder weapon?"
Han Yue carefully observed Hou Hongchang's neck: "Dagger?"
"—Knife. Short knife." Pei Zhi gestured with his hand, "It is slightly longer than a dagger, and the blade has a larger arc, and it is extremely, extremely sharp. Such a terrifying and fatal wound can be completed with a single stroke. It is definitely not an ordinary knife. dagger."
Han Yue was silent for a moment: "...it sounds like some kind of saber."
"Ordinary people can't get a saber, and even if they get it, it's impossible—" Pei Zhi thought about it, and said in a low voice, "—it's impossible to make him better than a professional soldier."
At this moment, two forensic doctors came over carrying the boxes, and Pei Zhi and Han Yue got up and stepped aside. Hou Hongchang's parents and Hou Yu's mother also came. The two women were sobbing and wiping away tears. Hou Hongchang's father, Deputy Mayor Hou, was smoking while his face was extremely serious and terrifying.
The Pei family had some relationship with the Hou family, so Pei Zhi said a few words of comfort. Han Yue was sent by the old commander to help, and he was in charge of arranging guards on the periphery, mobilizing the police, and notifying reporters to stop the reporters who heard the news.
As the head of the apartment, Cheng Xurong has been guarded outside the living room. Although she was usually considered a famous figure in the circle, she was a woman after all, and when she encountered this kind of situation, she suddenly lost her footing, and she only knew to choke on the sidelines, her face pale and frightened.
"As soon as I heard the news, I felt that this matter had nothing to do with her." Hou Yu didn't know when she finished smoking, and returned to the scene of the crime with a gray face, and whispered to Han Yue: "She usually wants Hou Hongchang to return It’s too late, I don’t have the guts and the energy to do such a thing.”
Han Yue nodded, walked into the living room, and signaled the two policewomen guarding Cheng Xurong to leave for a while.
"Really...it's really not me!" Cheng Xurong's usual flirtatious and charming energy was gone, her complexion was as pale as a ghost, and she muttered nervously: "I don't know anything! I'm in the bathroom, and there is no Come out, when I come out it's already... already..."
Han Yue interrupted her chanting, "Remember it carefully, and tell us about the scene at that time."
"I was in the bathroom!" Cheng Xurong burst out, "I was still in the bathroom when Hou Hongchang came, and I told him that I would be out in a few minutes! Then I heard the doorbell, Yes, the doorbell rang, and Hou Hongchang asked who it was... "
"He went to open the door?"
"He said 'here we come'. I was boiling water at the time, and I didn't notice who was coming. I didn't hear anything! I thought it was his friends who came to him. After a while, I came from the bathroom. When I went out, I saw him lying on the door frame... Already... "
"From when you heard Hou Hongchang go to open the door to when you came out of the bathroom, how long was it?"
"Five minutes..." Cheng Xurong was in a daze for a moment, then changed his words hesitantly: "...three or four minutes?"
"I haven't seen any suspicious figures?"
"No! Really not!" Cheng Xurong burst into tears, "I don't know anything!"
Han Yue and Hou Yu looked at each other with serious eyes.
Although Cheng Xurong was scared out of her wits, her memory of the scene at that time was still very clear. Judging from her narration, after Hou Hongchang opened the door to the murderer, he was killed immediately before he even had time to call for help, turning from a human into a corpse in an instant.
Just two or three minutes later, Cheng Xurong came out of the bathroom, and the murderer had disappeared. Regardless of whether the murderer ran down the stairs or left the scene by other means, his actions were very quick and agile, which shows that the crime was not committed on a temporary basis, but carefully planned and calculated in advance.
Fight when you come, die in the first battle, and leave when the battle is over. Whether it is the timing, process, result, or escape, they are all extremely precise, which makes people feel deeply terrified. Such a powerful and tyrannical killing method is definitely not the work of ordinary people, and professional killers rarely reach such a level.
The ominous premonition was like a thick cloud, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
At this time, Pei Zhi stepped forward and patted Hou Yu on the shoulder: "Come and have a look, the person who went to investigate the surveillance video of the community is back."