As the zipper was pulled down, the body bag made a slight rubbing sound and fell onto the iron bed.
Nian Xiaoping's pupilless eyes were gray and black, and suddenly jumped into Wu Yu's eyes.
"Afraid, little brother?" Someone suddenly asked with a smile.
As soon as Wu Yu raised his head, he thought it was a policeman, but when he took a closer look, he saw that it was the funeral parlor driver who came with the police station's forensic car.
Although the Caiying District Police Station is a big one, it is relatively poor among the first-level police stations because of its remote jurisdiction. It has been said that a new type of autopsy room will be built for several years, but it has not been built until now. Every time a murder case occurs The forensic doctor had to find a driver from the funeral home to pull the body, and then carry the box and follow the car to the funeral home for an autopsy.
The corpses that the driver pulled were not hundreds or even dozens. They were already cooked, and they couldn't get out of the car and walk around at the murder scene. I was very happy when I finally caught someone to chat with: "Hey, little brother, you said something about you. Son, why are you afraid of seeing dead people, haven't you seen them before?"
Wu Yu smiled bitterly: "I have seen it."
"Hey, then you just haven't seen enough! Like me, I deal with this all day long, and I feel as bad as watching frozen meat. It's perfectly fine to pull the car alone in the middle of the night!" The driver waved his hand proudly and asked again: "How many dead people have you seen with police officers like you?"
"… a lot of."
"How much is a lot?" The driver gave himself a thumbs up: "I've seen one that can form a battalion! There are all kinds! How about you?"
"... an army."
"Ah?" The driver was shocked: "Are you bragging?"
Wu Yu was noncommittal.
"Then you've seen so much, so are you afraid of Mao?"
"The more, the more afraid."
"What, what do you mean?"
The driver was puzzled, but Wu Yu just flatly twitched the corner of his mouth while he stared at him: "The more I see it, the more I know it's not a pool of frozen meat, but a person, how could he not be afraid?"
The driver's face is full of foggy expressions what are you talking about.
Wu Yu didn't explain much, and waved his hand mockingly: "It's the more I live, the more I go back." Then he closed the zipper of the body bag.
—Just then, a hand reached out from behind, grabbed his wrist and lowered it, forcing him to pull the body bag completely open again.
When Wu Yu raised his head, there was actually Bu Chonghua beside him.
When the driver saw the leader coming, he immediately smirked and retracted into the cab. He didn't forget to give Wu Yu a sympathetic look, which meant that if you were lazy and caught by the leader, you should hurry up and seek more blessings.
However, Bu Chonghua, as if he didn't hear him chatting with the driver at all, called out, "Cai Lin."
Cai Lin snorted and secretly gave Wu Yu a wink and told him to run away.
"—Don't go," Bu Chonghua commanded suddenly without looking back.
Wu Yu had no choice but to stand beside the corpse.
"I said that He Xingxing is unlikely to be the murderer, because of this wound." Bu Chonghua put on gloves, gently opened the front of Nian Xiaoping's chest, and pointed to the rotten knife above his heart. The flesh was swelled with ashes, washed away by the rain without any blood, exuding an extremely strong and indescribable smell.
"The murder weapon pierced down from the gap between the ribs, straight to the heart, about 3.5 centimeters long and 7.5 centimeters deep. Judging from the shape, it should be a double-edged weapon. The double-edged knife is very easy to cause small and small pieces in the stabbing. There were no scratches on the skin of the deceased, but there were no scratches caused by testing, resisting, and struggling to block. There were no marks left by the conditioned reflex blocking knife on the inside and outside of the hands and arms. what?"
Cai Lin raised his cheeks and listened earnestly, but Wu Yu didn't say a word.
"—First of all, Nian Xiaoping was killed in a single blow without any precaution and probably stunned. Second, the murderer is very skilled and powerful, and the psychological quality of killing is extremely high. A gangster who stole a neighbor's motorcycle and escaped and was caught by the traffic police."
Wu Yu's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that Bu Chonghua put down Nian Xiaoping's cold hand and pulled back the body bag.
"Well, then you don't really believe the skeleton's murder confession, right?" Cai Lin was still hesitant: "This crime process is too ridiculous..."
"Cai Lin, you have to remember one thing." Bu Chonghua said: "Many times the testimony of witnesses is very different from the truth, but it only describes the truth from another angle."
Cai Lin's expression became even more confused: "That is to say—"
"Step team, team team!" At this time, Liao Gangshen came from a distance with one foot shallow and one foot, and said loudly: "I asked the Caiying District Police Station to bring the witnesses to identify the scene, and now the people have arrived!"
A few of them turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw a police car parked on a rocky beach by the river bank. The captain of the Criminal Division personally led two auxiliary police officers to detain a young man, pulled him out of the car, and went far away. come.
"That's He Xingxing, doesn't he look tall? It's only two months before he turns eighteen." Liao Gang shook his head and said, "Fortunately, I'm not an adult. I heard from the Xiaogang Village police station that this kid will probably be a young man in the future. The master who wants to 'go up the mountain', the detention center can't keep him..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man staggered suddenly, saw the body on the iron frame beside the police car, and stopped straight.
"Why? Let's go!" The auxiliary police scolded impatiently.
"...year...year..." He Xingxing muttered a few notes, then suddenly hugged his head and shouted, scrambling and jumping back: "Ghost! Ghost! There is a ghost!"
His scream was quite miserable, and everyone in the surrounding open space looked around, and even the captain of the punishment team was anxious: "What are you doing? Stop for me!"
"It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"
"Stop, don't move!"
"It's not me! There's a ghost! Ah, don't come here, don't come here!" The two auxiliary police officers couldn't catch He Xingxing alone. The skinny boy was so frightened that he rolled his eyes in the struggle, his face full of panic and hideousness. : "It's a ghost! It's a ghost!! Ahh spare me! Spare me! Ahh-"
The shrill screams lingered on the scene for a long time, and everyone looked at each other in dismay.
"Fuck," Liao Gang was also stunned: "What should I do now?"
"Take it back to the car and let Lao Zheng and the others watch." Bu Chonghua made a decisive decision and said, "Cai Lin, go and try him yourself."
"So you mean, a dead skeleton emerged from the grass, and you watched it kill Nian Xiaoping with a knife?!"
Half an hour later, in the police car of the police station, Cai Lin raised his voice and smashed every word of the oppressive interrogation on the face of the opposite boy.
He Xingxing was black and thin, with both hands poking out of his sleeves like dead branches, clutching tightly together nervously, his naturally curly hair didn't know how long he hadn't washed it, and it had dried out and his eyes were wide open. Empty, staring straight at the dust floating in the air of the carriage.
His face was black with gray and red, and a piece of gauze was on his forehead. There was still a faint trace of dried blood on the edge, making his dull eyes especially scary.
Bu Chonghua stood outside the open car window and raised his chin inward, with a slightly displeased voice at the end: "What's going on?"
As soon as the voice fell, several police station policemen screamed bitterly at the same time: "It really has nothing to do with us!" "He made it himself!" "I just jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it out this time!..."
"The major murder case is underage, and I don't dare to use any means. It's like this kid has a rabies attack." The captain of the punishment team explained with a bitter face: "You didn't see that enthusiasm, our team Xiao Zhang just asked more questions. "How could the skeleton move?" After that, this kid went crazy, swearing and begging for mercy, and banging himself against the car window. If I hadn't rushed in and stopped quickly, he would have been able to Give us a kneeling pegboard on the spot!"
There was a policeman whispering in a low voice: "It's acting..." There were several glares from the surroundings.
Bu Chonghua said lightly: "Go to the next door and call a Chinese opera graduate to try if you can act so real?"
The policeman shrank his neck and dared not speak.
"I didn't lie, I didn't lie, I didn't kill..." He Xingxing grabbed her hair, dandruff fell down like snowflakes, and her chapped lips trembled: "I really didn't kill it, it was a ghost, yes Ghost, why don't you believe that there are ghosts in this world!…”
Cai Lin interrupted him mercilessly: "At ten o'clock on the night of May 2nd, you waited for Nian Xiaoping at the gate of the assembly plant, and took the bus to go home together. After getting off the bus at ten:40, you would wait until the incident occurred. No one has seen you two either. Why did you pick her up that night?"
"I didn't, it wasn't me, I..."
"I asked why you had to pick her up that night!"
"I like her!" He Xingxing growled hoarsely: "Because we are playing with friends! I didn't kill her!"
"No one can prove the relationship between you." Cai Lin opened the thick interview record in front of him, turned a few pages, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Nian Xiaoping is a junior high school student, innocent, childish, pure, innocent, And you are a gangster who dropped out of school, fought, stole and collected protection fees. The owner of your downstairs convenience store has testified that you bought a box of condoms at his house a week before the crime, why? Huh?"
"I just… "
"Just what? Say, what do you want to do to her when you buy a condom?!"
He Xingxing roared: "It's really not me, I didn't do anything!"
The two stared at each other for a long while, Cai Lin's eyes were like swords, and the young man's eyes were full of red bloodshots.
"Perhaps you just didn't do it 'in person'." Cai Lin said slowly under He Xingxing's desperate stare, "Workers in the same workshop as Nian Xiaoping testified that she repeatedly mentioned that she needed to save money to take her mother out of the city and back to her hometown. , which means that she has a high probability of breaking up with you. Maybe you just want to teach her a lesson, maybe you found someone else or a buddy, but did not expect Nian Xiaoping to die. In a desperate situation, you stole your neighbor's motorcycle car, but it threw itself into the net on the highway..."
With a clatter of handcuffs, the veins on He Xingxing's neck burst out: "I said it wasn't me! It wasn't me!! I didn't find anyone, I didn't want to kill her, please believe me!! Please believe me—"
"Then tell the truth about that night." Cai Lin leaned back indifferently: "Don't talk to me about skeletons killing people, what exactly did you see, and if you have any concerns, please tell me honestly, Otherwise you are the biggest and only suspect in this homicide."
The surroundings froze for a long time, and several lines of sight inside and outside the car stared at He Xingxing.
The young man's crazy hoarse murmur finally slowly leaked out:
"...I saw a skeleton, a skeleton, with white bones on its face and hands, and white bones on its legs..."
"Damn!" Everyone was discouraged at the same time, and Liao Gang scolded the door with a punch: "Fuck!"
At this point, the mouth is full of skeletons and bones, but how can the trial go on
Cai Lin's expression didn't hold back. Judging from his mouth, he scolded his mother silently: "Didn't you say that the murderer was wearing a long black coat and trousers, and where did you see that his legs were full of white bones? Can you give me a clue? Don't you fucking bullshit?!"
"It's really a skeleton, the head is so big... so big..." He Xingxing was already completely neurotic, and he pulled his hair one by one, trembling and kept talking to himself: "Why are there ghosts? Why are there ghosts in this world? Why don't you believe me? Why don't you believe me?…”
"I'm the one who really fucked up!" Liao Gang said angrily: "I think this kid is a suspect. What should I do now as a boss? Do a mental test?"
Bu Chonghua didn't know what he was thinking, so he exhaled for a while, this action made his shoulders slightly loosen, and the outline of the muscles on the shoulders under the straight shirt was fleeting.
"Not necessarily," he said finally.
Liao Gang thought he heard it wrong: "What?"
"He Xingxing, a gangster who is used to dealing with the police, even if he really wants to kill people, he won't make up such a lie that can be pierced. It's more likely to use the excuse of robbery to kill or fall into the water, so I tend to He really saw something, and was very impressed by the features of the imagery that represented the skeleton, creating a short-lived memory impairment in panic — in other words, PTSD."
Wu Yu was passing not far away with a few evidence bags when he suddenly heard something and stopped.
"PTSD?" A police officer at the police station happened to ask casually.
"Post-traumatic stress disorder, also known as war neurosis." Bu Chonghua caught a glimpse of Wu Yu from the reflection in the car window, but ignored it: "It refers to the psychological symptoms that usually appear after people have experienced murder, war, and tragic accidents. Sequelae, including memory disorder, palpitations, nightmares, emotional dissociation, and obsessive-compulsive-like constantly recalling the most painful and frightening scenes... There is also a situation that has not been studied much in China. Panicked and scared, even seasoned criminal investigators can't see traces of psychological trauma, but its hidden symptoms will intensify over time. Such silent and introverted victims are the most dangerous, and everyone feels that they have recovered. They live a normal life, but in fact their inner fear and despair are getting worse and worse, and they may suddenly develop suicidal tendencies after many years, and may even suddenly change from victim to perpetrator due to psychological imbalance.”
A circle of young police officers seemed to understand.
Only Liao Gang looked at Bu Chonghua, and seemed to suddenly remember something, as if he was about to interrupt, and suddenly fell silent again.
"He Xingxing's situation is a typical memory disorder type of stress disorder. After two days of trauma, he subconsciously tampered with and exaggerated his memory, and also magnified the most terrifying part of the experience. So he will talk about the murderer now. Wearing black clothes and trousers, and then saying that the murderer's limbs are all bones, it is the result of the intertwining of his subconscious fear fantasy and real memory."
"Then He Xingxing is crazy now?" The young policeman who asked the question scratched his chin and frowned: "This kid doesn't look like such a weak person, and the murderer didn't hurt him, just witnessing the murder process Can you freak out?"
"Shut up!" Liao Gang scolded: "What kind of mental illness, do you have any professional qualities, everything goes to mental illness-"
"PTSD is not the same as a lunatic, nor is it worth being ashamed. It has nothing to do with weakness or hypocrisy, but a natural reaction after experiencing trauma." Bu Chonghua interrupted coldly, "Even the toughest fighters on the battlefield may With PTSD, you'll never understand the harshness of what others have gone through, so don't jump to conclusions."
That little policeman had just graduated, when he was so frightened, he stood up straight, murmuring, speechless: "Yes... yes..."
Liao Gang was about to scold, but Bu Chonghua turned his head expressionlessly.
At this moment, he suddenly saw Wu Yu, who was reflected in the car window, tilting his head slightly, his expression fascinated, as if he was listening intently to what he said.
-What's up with him
Bu Chonghua frowned and turned back, the eyes of the two suddenly collided. Wu Yu came back to his senses, lowered his eyes immediately, and turned away.
His walking posture is actually a bit unnatural, probably because the back injury still hurts.
"..." Bu Chonghua watched the thin back hurriedly leave, and a very strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
But it was only a momentary thing, Cai Lin ran out of the car: "Boss, what should I do now?"
Everyone present was helpless, staring at He Xingxing who was curled up and shivering in the car. Bu Chonghua came back to his senses and said with a "uh", "You have someone take a pen and paper in and let He Xingxing draw the murderer he saw. I don't think the only thing that hasn't changed in his confession is the description of the murderer's head. Therefore, the point of forming a stress disorder is likely to fall on this. Tell him not to care about the limbs, the key is to draw the skull's head, and as long as the police can draw it, believe him. "
Cai Lin was also at a loss, so he could only be a living horse doctor for the time being: "Yes!"
Dozens of police officers came to the scene of the river embankment, digging the soil and measuring the stones, and the field was full of enthusiasm. Cai Lin sent the little policeman to the trace inspection to get a pen and paper, and sent it back to He Xingxing in the police car. After a long while, he saw the black eyeballs of the boy in the white sockets.
For some reason, Cai Lin felt that he saw the despair of a death row prisoner in those eyes.
"Boss, do you think this kid is really good?" Liao Gang asked in a low voice, "He's been like this for 20 minutes, why don't you take it back to the bureau and lock it up for a slow trial?"
Since the clerk handed the pen and paper just now, He Xingxing has only drawn one stroke—not so much a "drawn" stroke, but rather a slash on the paper with all his strength, and the paper covered on the plywood It broke, then he dropped the pen with a snap, covered his face with trembling, and never changed his posture again.
Bu Chonghua stared at the young man's every move in the car window, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Tell Cai Lin to give him a cigarette."
The little policeman ran into the car to pass the message, Cai Lin lit a cigarette and handed it over: "Hello."
He Xingxing didn't move.
"Hey!" Cai Lin shouted, trying to push away his hand covering his face.
He Xingxing shuddered like an electric shock.
Cai Lin became a little impatient: "Take it easy! Draw whatever comes to your mind, and come back to us if you don't think of it. Anyway, you..."
"Don't touch me!" As if a certain organ was suddenly touched, He Xingxing almost jumped up, waving his hands frantically and leaning back: "Don't touch me, don't touch me, ghost, ghost, ghost—"
With a loud bang, the teenager fell backwards with the chair, and everyone inside and outside the car changed color at the same time!
Cai Lin suddenly got up: "Boss!"
Before he finished speaking, the car door was slammed open, and Bu Chonghua strode in. The two clerks in the corner immediately stood up and called for the Bu Detachment, but Bu Chonghua turned a deaf ear and pulled the boy up from the ground, ignoring his shrill cry and resistance, pushed him directly into the chair and held it down, shouting condescendingly, "He Xingxing!"
These three words sounded like thunder, and He Xingxing was shocked, and then the pen and paper were heavily photographed in front of him.
"Didn't you say there are ghosts?" Bu Chonghua stared straight at the boy's eye sockets, his eyes could almost penetrate his retinas into his brain, and he dug out the red and white brain from the skull: "Since you said yes, Just draw it and show it to me. Don't be afraid that you won't be able to draw it or that no one will believe it. Even if you only draw a few strokes, it's a clue for our investigation. You don't want to avenge the wrongful death of Nian Xiaoping?"
He Xingxing's chapped lips trembled.
"She died in the wilderness, and you didn't dare to come to the city bureau to report the case, and let her rot for more than 30 hours before the on-site evidence was completely destroyed before the police came to avenge her. Are you still a man? !"
"... But," He Xingxing's big eyes almost turned blood red: "but they don't believe... they don't believe... "
"I believe in you." The police car was silent, only listening to Bu Chonghua staring straight at the pupil of the teenager: "I know you are very scared, and you start having nightmares as soon as you close your eyes, and you can't control yourself thinking about the most Horrible picture. I know you hate yourself for being incompetent and unable to save her, and also hate that there was no one to ask for help at that time, and Nian Xiaoping's ghost will come at any time to drive you into a lunatic."
"But I also know that you like her, and it can't be a murderer."
Under He Xingxing's crimson stare, Bu Chonghua pushed the cardboard inch by inch in front of him and said, "I believe in you. Only by drawing ghosts can you save Nian Xiaoping and yourself."
Tears rolled down from the corners of He Xingxing's eyes, but he couldn't cry. Every bone on his fleshless body seemed to be shaking. The inside and outside of the police car was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground. Everyone held their breaths. Bu Chonghua just stared at him like this, and slowly let go of his hands and took a half step back.
"It... its head..." Finally He Xingxing's tone-shifting cry slowly leaked out: "Its head is very big..."
When Bu Chonghua made a look, Cai Lin quickly picked up the pen and handed it over.
"It's eyes are two holes, its nose is a hole, its teeth... teeth are black..."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, He Xingxing finally drew a few clumsy lines on the paper, and the exaggerated and deformed human skull gradually appeared on the white paper.
"The top of the head is bulging, it's bulging, it's bulging..."
"Is it the hair?" Bu Chonghua's voice was terribly stable, and asked, "The top of the head is bulging, is it hair or something else?"
"The top of the head... the top of the head..." He Xingxing muttered in a trance.
His eyes pierced through the air, as if returning to that nightmarish rainy night. Tens of thousands of raindrops ran through the sky, and the whole world was a deafening roar; he fell into the muddy water, using his hands and feet like crazy and using his hind legs, he was drowned in the torrential rain with a scream that was not human, only to see the skeleton high. Raise the blade high—
Let me go! I do not want to see! I do not want to see! A voice in his head was begging frantically.
But then a stronger and more shocking voice resounded in my ears: "She died in the wilderness, and you dare not report the crime, are you still a man?"
"I know you like her, don't you want to save her?!"
"Don't you want to save her? Don't you want to save yourself?!"
He Xingxing's pupils twitched like needles - he saw the train passing the railroad tracks in the rain curtain in the distance, and the bright yellow light flashed, as if the camera shutter had deeply frozen the moment.
"It's not... it's not the hair," He Xingxing said hoarsely, "it's the hat... it's... "
As if a thread of spider silk was suddenly caught from the void, He Xingxing grabbed the paper tremblingly and drew a few strokes: "It's a round hat! It's two hats made of bones!!"
Bang!
The car door opened wide, and Bu Chonghua stepped out quickly, shoving the portrait to Liao Gang, who was the first to greet him: "Take He Xingxing back to Nancheng Branch, and ask the sketch experts from the Criminal Investigation Bureau's Crime Research Office to come and interrogate him. sketches to refine."
"Yes!"
Bu Chonghua kept walking, striding towards the distant scene. Everyone in the open space was busy back and forth to collect evidence, and when they saw him clapped twice, everyone stopped what they were doing and stood up to look at him in awe.
"Inform the salvage team to screen the banks of the Sili River and the downstream watershed to see if the serum chlorine penetration test in key areas can still be done, and try to find clues about the suspected murderer and the murder weapon. Regional precipitation statistics and river water regime reports on the day of the incident, if possible, try to come up with a distribution map of the city's water network."
Except for the silence of the river, he said a word, and the people below memorized it.
"Investigate and sort out the family, school, and social relations of the victim Nian Xiaoping and the reporter He Xingxing, as well as everyone, everything, and all financial transactions involved in the relationship between the two, focusing on research on Nian Xiaoping's school. The remarks of the teacher, the colleagues at the working place and the guard of the assembly plant. In addition, I visited the driver and passengers on the bus that the two of them took on the night of the incident, and tried to restore the period after Nian Xiaoping left the factory and before the two got off the bus. All the details in time."
"In addition," Bu Chonghua turned to the forensic doctor at the police station, who immediately greeted him and listened to him: "You don't need to send the victim to the funeral home for autopsy, but send it directly to the sub-station and hand it over to the technical team."
The forensic doctor was relieved and nodded quickly: "What else do you want to order?"
Bu Chonghua turned around and glanced in the direction of the police car not far away.
—The scene was left to the technical investigation. There was no field work. The detectives of the detachment took the notes and materials on the scene, and were packing up their belongings and preparing to drive back. Wu Yu happened to be stopped by Director Wang of the technical team and asked him to follow him. One person raised his head and the other raised his feet, carrying the iron frame bed containing the corpse into the car.
The iron frame bed was heavy, and the back door of the technical team's cart was high. Wu Yu had just lifted the foot of the bed, when suddenly his back seemed to have been slapped by lightning, and he shrugged his shoulders back under the severe pain, even protruding the obvious butterfly bone. .
Director Wang panted and asked, Wu Yu shook his head, probably not explaining.
"...Nothing." Bu Chonghua said lightly.
Forensic: "… Huh?"
But Bu Chonghua didn't say any more, and strode towards his jeep: "The field team closes, leave!"
"Post-traumatic stress disorder, also known as war neurosis, is a natural response to experiencing trauma..."
"It's not crazy, and it's not something to be ashamed of. Even the toughest fighters on the battlefield can suffer from PTSD. You never know how harsh things have been experienced by others, so don't jump to conclusions."
…
Wu Yu faced the back door of the blue and white forensic car, turned his back to the crowd, lowered his head and shivered slightly and lit a cigarette.
Suddenly, someone behind me shouted, "Hey, Xiao Wu!"
Wu Yu was shocked, and saw Director Wang wipe the sweat on his bare forehead, came over and took out a half-pack of hard Chinese stuffed into him, and asked with a smile, "Are you busy later? If you are not busy, leave it for us. A physical evidence, go back and go out with the technical team to cook dinner at night?"
The boss of the technical team, Wang Jiuling, known as the next-door old king, likes to dig up the wall most in his life, especially the young policemen who are good-looking and good-looking in various departments. This great god is very famous in the whole Jinhai public security system, because from criminal investigation and anti-drug to anti-pornography and illegal, from riot police to the scripture protection department, except for Bu Chonghua, who came to the BGM with his own death, he has never been dug. The police flower and the police grass - according to his own words: "There is a shortage of people in technical positions. If you don't dig some to support the facade, what will I use to deceive the fresh graduates?"
Wu Yu replied vaguely, and Director Wang was very happy: "Young people are motivated! Good! Let me tell you Xiao Wu, our technical team has liked you for a long time, our welfare is high, the salary is good, the work is full, the leadership is gentle, and I hang out with the guy in your detachment. It's two completely different things to have the surname Bu with the face of a donkey..."
Beep!
The car horn beeped twice, Director Wang's expression changed, only not far away, "the one with the surname Bu" said loudly: "Wu Yu!"
Wu Yu suddenly turned his head and saw Bu Chonghua sitting in the SUV police car with a half-open door, his shirt cuffs rolled up on his elbows, and a long sturdy leg resting on the ground, and patted the co-pilot.
"I said that the morning's work is not over yet, I will clean up you on the way back, forgot?" He gave the old king next door a hard look, and couldn't help but scolded: "Come here!"