After a moment of silence, Wen Qing stumbled and shouted: "Hello, Uncle."
The man glanced at him and hummed lightly: "Sit down."
"I'll get you some fruit."
After speaking, he walked back to the kitchen again.
Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his seat, and tugged on Xing Ze's sleeve.
Before he could ask, Xing Ze turned his head and said in a low voice, "Uncle Xia is my uncle's partner."
Wen Qing was dumbfounded for two seconds, partner
Same-sex couple
No wonder Ji Sheng yelled not about mom and dad, but about dad or something.
He nodded blankly, and asked again: "Then your uncle's surname is Ji?"
Ji Sheng on the side laughed and said, "That's right, Daddy is named after Mommy."
Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly red, and she responded softly.
He really didn't expect this family to be special.
Ji Sheng crossed his legs on the sofa, looked at Wen Qing with his head tilted, saw that his expression was unnatural, and asked with a blink of an eye, "Brother, you don't fear homophobia, do you?"
Wen Qing quickly shook her head: "No, no."
He explained in a low voice: "I just misunderstood, and I'm a little embarrassed."
Ji Sheng smiled and said to Wen Qing: "What does this have to do with you, brother? It's all because my cousin didn't tell you in advance."
Xing Ze pinched the bridge of his nose, and explained in a low voice: "Something happened in the bureau just now, I didn't have time to say anything."
Wen Qing asked curiously: "What's the matter? Is it a disappearance case?"
Xing Ze nodded: "Find the first..."
He paused, and glanced at Ji Sheng who was sitting beside Wen Qing.
Ji Sheng has just come of age, Xing Ze hesitated for a moment, then changed his words: "I found the mobile phone of one of the missing persons."
Wen Qing asked in a low voice: "Then do you want to go back?"
Xing Xuan shook his head: "It's useless for me to go back now, it was damaged by man, and it will take time for the technical department to repair it."
Wen Qing replied in a ignorant manner.
After a while, the kitchen door was opened again.
Xia Yansi came out, this time with an extra fruit platter in his hand.
He put the fruit platter on the tea table, facing Wen Qing.
"Thank you uncle." Wen Qing thanked in a low voice, lowered his eyes, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the fruit.
Apples and oranges have been peeled into bunny shapes, and equilateral triangle watermelons, strawberries, etc., each fruit is arranged neatly and orderly as if cut out by a machine.
Wen Qing thought to himself, Uncle Xia's knife skills are really good, so he must be very good at cooking.
He didn't take the initiative to get the fruit. Ji Sheng inserted an apple with a silver fork and handed it to him: "Brother, eat."
Wen Qing thanked him again, and raised his hand to take the fork.
In the next second, he felt Xia Yansi's gaze fall on his hand.
Xia Yansi's eyes were cold, not the eyes of the host inviting the guests to eat fruit, but more like seeing something dirty, with a trace of disgust.
Wen Qing's hands froze, not knowing what he did wrong.
Suddenly, Ji Sheng moved.
He took out a wet towel, turned his back to Xia Yansi, and said in a low voice, "Brother, your sleeves are a bit dirty."
Wen lowered his head slightly. The clothes he was wearing were black, perhaps they had touched the wall, and the cuffs were stained with gray dust, which was very obvious.
Wen Qing wanted to come by herself, but Ji Sheng moved too fast, the dust was wiped away before he could speak.
Xia Yansi looked away slowly, looked at Xing Ze, and asked, "Is there any clue about those disappearance cases?"
Xing Zao said truthfully: "At present, we have found a new clue."
"Really," Xia Yansi asked again, "haven't those missing people been found yet?"
"No."
The two asked and answered, like a dialogue between ordinary elders and juniors.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly took a bite of the apple.
Ji Sheng leaned into his ear and whispered, "Brother, don't mind, little dad is not against you, he just has a cleanliness habit, a common problem of doctors."
"My friend is afraid to come to my house because of him."
Wen nodded slightly, and responded softly.
Ji Sheng smiled, took another slice of orange and handed it to him: "Brother, eat."
In the following time, Wen Qing was fed by Ji Sheng all the time, and he solved half of the fruits by himself.
In the end, Wen Qing couldn't eat anymore, so she hurriedly said to Ji Sheng, "I'm really full."
Ji Sheng was stunned: "I only ate so much."
Wen Qing opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Xing Ze said, "He has always been a bird."
Ji Sheng said with a smile: "Then brother, you are well supported."
The two were talking about Wen Qing, and Xia Yansi's eyes fell on Wen Qing again.
He looked at Wen Qing, and said slowly: "I heard you are a student of the seminary?"
Wen Qing was stunned, is there such a thing
Why doesn't he know
Xing Ze didn't notice his daze, and said to Xia Yansi: "Well, he has a divine destiny."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, wondering if it was because of the problems of the previous world, which directly set him as an overseas student returning from the seminary.
Ji Sheng's eyes lit up, and he stared at Wen Qing curiously: "This is the first time I've seen someone who is studying in a seminary."
"Brother, how do you take the seminary exam?"
Wen Qing never passed the seminary, he was silent for a while, and said dryly: "There is an entrance ceremony."
Worried that Ji Sheng would ask for details, he added: "God chooses us."
Ji Sheng nodded half-understanding, and asked again: "Then brother will be a priest in the future?"
Wen Qing said vaguely: "Not necessarily."
Ji Sheng asked again: "Brother, what do you usually study in class?"
Wen Qing recalled it for a while, pursed her lips and said, "Prayer, sacrifice and so on."
Hearing this, Ji Sheng became even more curious: "Then shall we pray with you before we eat?"
Wen Qing quickly said, "No need."
He blurted out a school rule: "You can't force others."
Ji Sheng blinked: "It's not forced, I've never prayed before, I'm curious."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, thinking, how could he say those prayers in front of others.
Doesn't this thought reveal the truth
Seeing that Wen Qing was a little embarrassed, Xing Ze said to Ji Sheng: "Don't treat other people's beliefs as a game."
Ji Sheng whispered, "Understood."
He tugged Wen Qing's sleeves, leaned close to Wen Qing's ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Brother, I didn't do it on purpose, don't be angry."
Wen slightly tilted his head, Ji Sheng's lips were too close to his ears.
"I'm not angry," he said softly.
Ji Sheng laughed and said, "It's good that brother doesn't get angry."
As soon as the voice fell, the door opened with a click.
Xing Ze looked sideways and shouted towards the door: "Uncle."
Wen Qing tilted her head, and her pupils shrank suddenly when she saw the person coming.
The man has handsome features, gentle eyebrows and eyes, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, with a faint smile on his lips, he looks gentle and elegant.
Exactly the same face and expression as Ji Yu.
Wen Qing stared at the man in a daze: [Department, system.]
[The murderer is him!]
001: [... advanced task: assist the police in finding the murderer of the serial disappearances.]
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, her mind was in a mess, and it took a while to understand what the system was talking about.
The task this time is to bring the murderer to justice, not simply to find out who the murderer is.
The man stood at the entrance, his eyes swept around, and fell on Wen Qing.
He smiled gently: "You must be Wen Qing, I am Xing Ze's uncle."
Wen Qing pinched his palms, becoming more nervous.
This voice was exactly the same as Ji Yu's.
He stammered and shouted: "Hi, Uncle."
His voice was a little trembling, Xing Ze turned his head and glanced at him, thinking that Wen Qing was nervous because of seeing the elders, so he whispered: "Uncle is only seven or eight years behind us."
Ji Yu smiled and said, "I'm just older, don't treat me like those old antiques."
Wen Qing nodded stiffly.
Ji Prison walked into the living room and sat next to Xing Ze.
Although he wasn't sitting next to Wen Qing, Wen Qing could clearly feel the sofa sinking slightly, and his heart also sank.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, and hurriedly asked the system: [Isn't this a human-level dungeon? Why did Ji and Ji Yu appear?]
001 said lightly: [This is a human level copy.]
Wen Qing: [Then what?]
001: [This is a person.]
Wen snorted softly, so this is just someone who looks exactly like Ji Yu.
He tilted his head cautiously, looking at his uncle who was sitting next to Xing Ze.
The profile is also the same as Ji Yu's.
Wen Qing took a deep breath and told himself that they just look alike, Uncle Xing Ze is not Ji Yu.
Before the uncle noticed his gaze, Wen Qing quickly looked away, and asked Xing Ze in a low voice: "What's the name of the uncle?"
Xing Xing: "Quarter Prison."
Wen Qing froze for a moment: "Huh?"
Xing Ze also said: "The season of the season is the prison of the prison."
Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak, when Ji Yu suddenly turned his head and looked over: "What's wrong?"
All eyes were on Wen Qing's face.
Wen Qing's cheeks became hot involuntarily, and she said nervously, "No, it's nothing."
Ji Prison chuckled: "Have we met before?"
Wen Qing immediately shook his head. He tried to answer in a normal tone, but he stuttered as soon as he spoke: "No, no."
His expression and tone were completely different from those before Ji Prison appeared.
Xing Ze frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong.
Wen Qing felt the increasingly hot gaze beside him, he tilted his head slightly, saw the probing eyes of Xing Ze, his eyelids twitched, and said truthfully in a low voice: "Actually... my uncle looks very similar to a person I know. "
"I was just taken aback."
Xing Ze looked into his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Are you a classmate at school?"
Fearing that Xing Zao would find out something was wrong, Wen Qing didn't dare to make up anything, so she simply responded vaguely.
"Tick tock—" A notification sound suddenly sounded in the living room.
"Sorry," Xia Yansi took out his phone and looked at it, and said to everyone, "The steak is ready."
"Xiao Ze, you come to the kitchen to help."
Xing Ze had no choice but to swallow the rest of the words, and followed Xia Yansi into the kitchen.
Wen lightly bent his fingers, and looked at Xing Ze's back unconsciously.
Although he is also a little afraid of Xingxuan, Xingxuan is the only good person who can be sure, which is different from Ji Prison who may be the murderer.
Wen Qing glanced to the right from the corner of his eye, Xing Zuo was not there, there was an extra seat between him and Ji Prison.
Perhaps seeing his unnaturalness, Ji Sheng tilted his body, and said to Wen Qing with a smile: "Both Daddy and I can't cook, my cousin is pretty good at cooking."
"My little dad is very particular about what he eats, so he won't let us mess around."
Wen hummed lightly.
Ji Sheng asked curiously: "Brother, how much does the person you mentioned look like Daddy?"
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and said softly, "It's very similar."
Ji Sheng took out his mobile phone, clicked on the photo, put the mobile phone under Wen Qing's eyelids, and pointed at the man standing next to Ji Prison: "This is my uncle, this is my second uncle."
"Did you see them?"
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, looked at the person in the photo who was somewhat similar to Ji Prison, and shook his head: "No."
He raised the corner of his mouth: "It just happens to look alike, he has, already..."
Wen Qing pondered for a while, then simply said directly to Ji Sheng: "He has already left."
Ji Sheng let out an ah, and quickly said, "I'm sorry."
Wen whispered: "It's okay."
Ji Sheng scratched his head and didn't seem to know what to say. After a while, he said, "Brother, you can use Daddy as a substitute."
Wen Qing fell silent, this is really a filial son.
Ji Sheng said cheerfully: "Do you miss that friend very much? Daddy is a psychiatrist, professional, and can help you calm down..."
"Ji Sheng," Ji Prison interrupted, and said flatly, "Wen Qing should not have a good relationship with him."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then turned to look at him.
Ji Prison said slowly: "You seem a little afraid of me."
"It must have been unpleasant with him..." Ji Prison paused, and changed his words, "Sorry, professional habits."
Wen Qing whispered, "I'm sorry."
Ji Prison smiled and said, "Why do you say I'm sorry, you didn't do anything wrong."
Wen hummed lightly, but still didn't dare to look directly at Ji Prison.
The more friendly Ji Prison behaved, the more panicked he became, because Ji Yu was like this back then.
Suddenly, something was stuffed in his hand.
Wen gently bowed his head, it was a game console.
"Brother, have you ever played this? I can't pass this level, can you help me?" Ji Sheng asked with crooked eyebrows.
Wen lightly touched the button of the game console and said softly, "I'll try."
"Thank you brother." Ji Sheng smiled, got up and walked to Wen Qing's right side, and sat directly between him and Ji Prison, separating them.
"Dad, the teacher asked us to report our goal and volunteer first."
"Which school do you want to go to?"
"I'm still struggling, first rule out medicine."
"Um?"
"Persuading people to study medicine is like a thunderbolt, my good father."
…
Listening to the father and son talking about college volunteers, Wen Qing couldn't help but glance at them.
With a smile on his lips, Ji Yu looked at Ji Sheng quietly, with love in his eyes, like an ordinary father.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief, pressed the continue game button, and wanted to help Ji Sheng pass the level.
After two seconds, the game is over.
Wen Qing didn't help Ji Sheng pass this test until before dinner.
Wen Qing returned the game console to Ji Sheng, and whispered, "I can't pass."
"If you can't pass it, you can't pass it," Ji Sheng casually put the game console aside, put it close to Wen Qing's ear, and said softly, "Isn't my dad scary too?"
"My friends and classmates are half afraid of my little dad, and half afraid of my big dad."
Ji Sheng shook his head and said, "My brother, you are doing pretty well."
Wen Qing couldn't help but curled the corner of her mouth, thinking that Ji Sheng was quite cute.
Dinner is not a Chinese-style home-cooked dish, but a Western-style one. In addition to a steak for each person, there are some dishes that Wen Qing doesn't know.
Looking at the beautifully arranged plate, Wen Qing slowly poked a piece of broccoli.
"Uncle Xia's craftsmanship has improved a lot." Xing Ze said.
Xia Yansi's brows and eyes gradually stretched: "I recently learned a lot of tricks from a chef..."
"Ji Sheng will take the college entrance examination in one month."
"Yes."
"Have all the professional schools been considered?"
"No… "
…
Seeing that no one brought the topic to her, Wen Qing's tense nerves gradually relaxed.
"Aren't these to your taste?" A low voice suddenly sounded in the ear.
Wen Qing raised his head, Xia Yansi came over to pour him some wine at some point.
He quickly said, "It's delicious."
Xia Yansi responded lightly, watched the red wine trickle down the side of the glass to the bottom of the glass, and said: "The wine brought by Xiao Ze is not bad."
Under his gaze, Wen Qing picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
In the next second, he couldn't help but wrinkled his face.
Bitter and astringent.
Wen calmed down for a while, his eyes were so irritated that a layer of mist appeared.
He looked at Xia Yansi dimly, and whispered, "It's delicious."
Xia Yansi hummed and continued to pour him wine.
Wen Qing had no choice but to take another sip.
Soon, he felt that the voice in his ears was getting farther and farther away, his head was getting heavier, but his feet were getting lighter, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the air.
"Da—" The collision of the knife and fork and the porcelain plate made a violent sound.
There was a pause in the voice, and they all looked at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing raised her eyes in confusion, her cheeks were flushed, her neck and collarbone were slightly pink, like ripe fruits waiting to be picked.
Ji Yu and Xia Yansi stared blankly.
"Brother, are you drunk?" Ji Sheng asked.
Xing Ze sat on Wen Qing's right, and he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Wen Qing's eyes.
Wen Qing sat on the chair blankly, her gaze slowly following his fingers.
"He drinks very badly," Xing Ze frowned slightly, and said to the others, "I'll take him home first."
Just as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.
"Hey, Criminal Team, I found something, come back soon."
Xing Ze frowned: "I'll be right back."
Ji Prison asked: "Is it the police station?"
Xing chooses to nod.
Ji Prison said, "I'll take Wen Qing home."
Xing Ze hesitated for a moment, and the other end of the phone urged him again, so he had no choice but to respond: "Please trouble me, uncle."
"No trouble." Ji Prison smiled.
As soon as he walked to Wen Qing's side, without doing anything, he saw Wen Qing's eyes were red, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.
Not only because of fear but also because of the effect of alcohol, Wen Qing's tears fell down like broken pearls, her eyelashes were dyed in strands and drooped sleepily.
It seems that the approach of the quarter prison is very repulsive.
Ji Prison paused, turned to look at Xing Ze: "Wen Qing..."
Xing Ze's complexion changed, he raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "Uncle, let me send him off myself."
"Squad, what are you sending? You should come quickly, the director is urging..." The colleague's call rang again on the other end of the phone.
"Let me do it." Xia Yansi put down the red wine, leaned over, and directly hugged Wen Qing from the chair.
Wen Qing blinked, turned her head, and buried her face in Xia Yansi's chest.
Xia Yansi was only wearing a shirt, the thin fabric was soon soaked with tears, and his chest felt wet and sticky to the touch.
He frowned, and asked Xing Ze in a cold voice: "What's the password?"
"010109."
*****
at night
In a daze, Wen Qing felt that someone was touching her, and the cold fingers slowly stroked from the chest to the navel, and swirled around.
Without any emotional color, he seemed to be just a piece of meat on the chopping board, being weighed by the chef.