After dinner, when returning to the Nancheng Community, Xing Ze went to the property to adjust the surveillance to see if Wen Qing was followed when he left the community.
It didn't.
When he got home, Wen Qing looked at the familiar and unfamiliar pillows and decorations, and he had the feeling that something had been touched.
He remembered that when he went out in the morning, the pillow was crooked, but now it has straightened again.
The handle of the cup on the coffee table seems to be facing the door? Not from this angle.
Did he remember wrongly
Wen Qing stood at the entrance, frowning slightly.
After Xing Ze sat down, he found that Wen Qing was still looking at the living room: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing said truthfully: "It feels like someone has come in."
Xing Ze immediately turned on the computer and checked the monitor, but there was still nothing.
Wen Qing looked at the computer screen, hesitated for a while, and said slowly to Xing Ze: "Actually, I have been feeling this way for the past two days."
He looked up at Xing Ze: "Am I too suspicious?"
Xing Ze patted his head and comforted him: "It's a good thing to be vigilant."
"What's more, the current situation is special."
Wen nodded lightly and turned on the TV.
News about women living alone is being broadcast on TV, and the host reminds all women living alone to pay attention to safety.
Wen Qing took a look, and asked Xing Ze: "Have you finished investigating all the residents in the community?"
Xing Xing hummed: "I've been busy with this a few days ago."
Wen Qing asked curiously, "Did you find anything?"
"Nancheng community is an old community, and there are not many residents who fit the profile." Xing Ze paused, thinking that Wen Qing had been implicated in this case, he simply took out his phone, clicked on the photo album, and showed Wen Qing the photos.
The first one is Yang Fan's photo.
"You already know this," Xing Ze paused with his fingertips, and scrolled to the next one. It was a man wearing black-rimmed glasses, with a very refined appearance, "Chen Yu from Building 3 is a lawyer."
"This is 5 buildings..."
"Building 11..."
Wen Qing remembers their faces while watching, and prepares to stay away from these people.
Out of eight people, Wen Qing has only met Yang Fan so far.
On the ninth page, a group photo of Ji Prison and Xia Yansi appeared.
The photo looked like it was taken in winter, the two were wearing overcoats, standing side by side, without any intimate body movements, Ji Prison looked at the camera with a smile, while Xia Yansi looked indifferent, similar to his usual appearance.
If Wen Qing didn't know they were husband and wife, she would have thought they were just ordinary friends.
Wen Qing blinked and asked, "Is this a group photo you took of them?"
The next second, Xing Xuan's voice sounded in his ears: "The last two."
Wen Qing was stunned.
Xing Ze paused his fingers slightly, and continued: "Two quarter prisons, Xia Yansi."
Wen Qing looked blank: "Didn't they rule out the suspicion?"
"There is no way to rule out the suspicion." Xing Ze pursed his lips and said slowly, "Everyone of them fits the profile of the murderer, but everyone has no contact with Yao Qian, no contact and no motive."
"Now we can only wait for new evidence."
Wen lightly groaned, and couldn't help but ask again: "Did the rest of Yao Qian's body not be found?"
Xing Xuan shook his head: "No, and there are no other bodies of missing people."
"The high probability is that the corpse is dismembered. The target is too small to attract attention."
Wen Qing's face turned pale slightly: "Is it difficult to find the corpse if it is broken?"
Xing Ze: "There was a case before, where the murderer dismembered his body and threw out several kilograms of body parts every day..."
"The murderer this time is smart and cautious, and the suburbs of Wenzhou are surrounded by mountains and forests. If the corpse is disassembled and eaten by wild animals, there is no way to investigate."
Wen Qing tugged at his sleeve nervously, and asked in a low voice, "Has the corpse dismemberment case been solved?"
Xing Xuan: "It's still an unsolved case."
"The murderer in that case was skilled. He checked all the doctors and butchers, but he couldn't come out."
Wen Qing became more nervous, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.
Xing Ze glanced at him and said helplessly, "Don't think too much about it."
"Be optimistic, there may be new clues tomorrow."
Wen nodded slightly and looked at the time.
Ten o'clock in the evening, it's getting late.
He tilted his head to look at Xing Xuan, and asked hesitantly, "Are you still going to the bureau at night?"
Xing Ze raised his eyebrows: "I'm off work."
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, and asked the system in her heart: [System, if I can't move, can Xing Xuan live with me?]
001 did not answer directly, but said: [He is your friend.]
Living with friends couldn't be more reasonable.
Wen Qing's eyes lit up, she leaned in front of Xing Ze, and asked, "Then do you want to sleep with me these few days?"
The distance between the two was very close, and Xing Ze could feel the gentle breath brushing against his cheeks, which was fragrant.
He was slightly taken aback, and nodded slowly.
Wen Qing immediately stood up, showing a sincere smile: "I'll get you pajamas and towels."
For the first time in this period of time, Xing Ze saw Wen Qing laughing like this.
He was dazed, his cheeks slowly turning red.
After Wen Qing ran into the room, he replied: "Okay."
Wen Qing asked Xing Ze to take a bath in the bathroom of the bedroom first, while he went to another room to change the sheets and spread the quilt for Xing Ze.
After cleaning up, Xing Ze also took a shower.
Wen Qing returned to the bedroom and opened the door.
Xing Ze walked out of the bathroom, went straight to the bed, and sat down on his bed.
Wen Qing stared at him blankly.
Xing Ze is still wandering in the sky, he wears the fragrance of Wen Qing's same shower gel, sitting on the sheets and quilt that Wen Qing sleeps with every day...
Thinking about it, his nasal cavity was a little hot.
Wen Qing stared at him for a while, thinking that Xing Zuo was too sleepy, and asked tentatively, "Do you want to sleep here?"
"Then I'll sleep next door."
Hearing Wen Qing's voice, Xing Ze came back to his senses.
He met Wen Qing's suspicious gaze, and immediately realized that he had misunderstood.
Wen Qing asked him to stay and sleep, not to sleep with him.
Xing Ze stood up immediately: "I, I just stood up and my legs were weak, sit down."
After finishing speaking, he hurried out of the bedroom and walked into the next bedroom.
Wen Qing looked at his somewhat stiff steps, a little dazed.
Why do you think the punishment is a bit weird
Are you too tired
001 remained silent.
This night, Wen Qing also slept well, without any dreams.
When Xing Ze called him in the morning, he even wanted to sleep for a while.
Standing at the door of the bedroom, Xing Ze said to him, "Uncle Xia asked us to go downstairs for breakfast."
Wen Qing turned over, buried half of her face in the quilt, and said in a low voice, "I'm not hungry."
"Go and eat."
Xing Ze smiled and said: "No, I can only go to eat because of your honor."
"Uncle Xia said that your physical examination report is out, let's stop by and have breakfast."
As soon as these words came out, Wen Qing could only reluctantly get up.
After washing and going downstairs, Ji Sheng opened the door as soon as he reached the door, before he knocked: "Brother, cousin."
He handed Wen Qing a pair of pink slippers, and said with a smile, "Daddy said, these pink slippers belong to my brother."
Wen Qing froze for a moment: "Thank you."
Xing Ze glanced at Wen Qing's slippers, then at the slippers for guests on his feet, and asked with a smile, "Don't you have mine?"
Ji Sheng shook his head and said, "No, no."
"Only my brother has it."
Xing Ze hooked his neck, and asked again: "Why is there no cousin?"
Ji Sheng frowned and pushed his arm away: "Because my cousin is not worthy."
Xing Ze scolded with a smile: "You brat."
Xia Yansi at the table glanced at Ji Sheng, and said to Wen Qing and Xing Ze calmly, "Stop making trouble, come over to eat."
Wen Qing said hello uncle, and followed Xing Ze to the dining table.
The dining table is full of Chinese breakfast, steamed buns, custard buns, fried dough sticks, tea eggs, etc., which are very rich.
Wen Qing sat next to Xing Ze, and just as he sat down, Xia Yansi handed him a document bag.
"Thank you." Wen thanked lightly, opened it and took a look.
Hmm, I don't understand.
He asked Xia Yansi softly, "Uncle Xia, am I sick?"
"No." Xia Yansi sat opposite him, rolled his eyelids, "unexpectedly, you are in very good health."
"It's not like someone who stays at home all day, and the data is better than most people who exercise regularly."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then nodded: "That's good."
"It's rare, most young people are in a sub-healthy state now," Ji Prison put down his chopsticks, and said to Wen Qing, "Since there is no physical problem, you can go to the hospital or come to the clinic to take some psychological test questionnaires."
Xing Ze paused for a moment while eating the steamed stuffed bun, then raised his head and asked, "What psychological test?"
Ji Prison glanced at him, and explained: "Wen Qing's sleep quality is not good, and the dark circles under his eyes were serious a few days ago, it may be due to the long-term accumulated pressure, coupled with the stimulation of the flower bed."
Xing Ze turned his head to look at Wen Qing. He knew that Wen Qing didn't sleep well a few days ago, but he didn't expect that it was related to psychological factors.
"Is it serious?"
Wen Qing's cheeks were slightly red, and she whispered: "I have slept well these two days."
"I didn't have any more nightmares last night."
"That's it," Ji Prison looked at Wen Qing, and said lightly, "Maybe it's because Xing Xuan stayed."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Ji Yu, not understanding the meaning of his words.
Ji Prison bent his lips and said with a smile: "Uncle Policeman always gives people a sense of security."
Suddenly, Xia Yansi said, "Ji Prison."
His thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his brows and eyes were indifferent, seemed to be colder than usual
Ji Prison turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "Huh?"
Xia Yansi said with a cold face, "You can't talk about food."
Ji Prison still had a gentle smile on his face, raised his hand to his lips, and zipped Wen Qing.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she lowered her head and drank the soy milk.
I don't know if it's his illusion, he seems to think that Xia Yansi is a little angry
It was Xia Yansi who took the initiative to say during the meal just now, why did Ji Prison lose his appetite the moment he opened his mouth
why are you mad
Is it because of what Ji Prison said just now
Wen Qing couldn't figure it out, she turned her head to look at Xing Xuan.
Xing Ze glanced at him, swiped his phone, and sent a WeChat message.
[Hush.]
[Uncle Xia seems to be angry with my uncle.]
Wen Qing replied with an emoji and didn't think about it any more.
It's normal for couples to have minor disagreements.
Wen lightly covered the phone, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Ji Sheng laughing happily, the corner of his mouth was grinning. I don't know if he didn't notice the undercurrent of the fathers, or there was something else to be happy about.
Because of Xia Yansi's words, no one spoke anymore.
Everyone ate in silence.
It wasn't until after the meal that Xing Ze asked nonchalantly, "Uncle, Uncle Xia, do you know a resident named Yang Fan in the community?"
Xia Yansi shook his head: "I don't know."
Ji Prison nodded and said, "He is a patient of the clinic."
Hearing this, Xing Ze's expression became serious, and he continued to ask: "Does he have any psychological problems?"
Ji Prison smiled and said to him: "I can't reveal the patient's privacy at will."
"If the police want to know, they must go through the process."
"Okay, I see." Xing Ze paused, and then asked, "Uncle, when your doctor is talking with the patient, usually the psychiatrists don't take the initiative to talk about their friends, right?"
Ji Prison nodded: "Psychiatrists are responsible for helping patients to channel their emotions, and the topic naturally revolves around patients. We only talk about our own affairs, let alone our friends' affairs."
"But the patient can say whatever he wants."
Xing Ze lowered his eyes in thought.
Ji Sheng suddenly asked, "Cousin, why are you talking about this person all of a sudden?"
It was only then that Xing Ze remembered that Ji Sheng was still there. Instead of explaining to Ji Sheng, he asked, "Have you finished your homework?"
Ji Sheng: "It's done."
Xing Xuan: "Don't you need to review?"
Ji Sheng: "It's a combination of work and rest."
Xing Ze was silent for a moment, and then said, "Don't ask children."
"Brother, I'm eighteen, and I'm an adult," Ji Sheng pouted, and said slowly, "And I bumped into him when I went out yesterday morning."
Xing Ze narrowed his eyes: "Yesterday morning?"
"What time is it?"
Ji Sheng thought for a while: "I made an appointment with my friend to go hiking at 7:30 in the morning, and I met him when we gathered near the community for breakfast...it's not until 7 o'clock."
Xing Ze asked: "Do you still remember what you said to your friend?"
"Well..." Ji Sheng recalled, "I thought about it, I was talking about the hand in the flower bed in the community, and then I talked about the neighbor's brother going to the hospital because of this incident."
Before seven o'clock, Yang Fan knew that Wen Qing would go to the hospital, so the subsequent follow-up and text messages were reasonable.
Xing Ze's face darkened, staring at Ji Sheng: "Are you sure you saw Yang Fan?"
Ji Sheng nodded: "Yes."
"Yesterday evening, my brother also said that he met a strange person named Yang Fan, and then I met him when my dad and I were walking to feed the cat at night."
"I have a good memory, and I won't mistake anyone."
Ji Sheng looked at Xing Ze and asked curiously: "Could he be the murderer?"
"I think he looks like a beast in clothes, and he is still looking at my brother lewdly."
The more he said, the more serious Xing Ze's face became. He stood up and said, "I'll go to the bureau."
He turned his head and said to Wen Qing: "You wait for me at my uncle's house, try not to stay alone."
Ji Sheng waved at Xing Ze, and said to Wen Qing with a smile: "Brother, brother, let's play games together."
Xing Ze's face softened slightly: "Yes, you and Ji Sheng will play a game for a while."
Wen Qing was arranged so clearly.
After Xing Zuo left, he was the only guest left in the living room.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, flicked his phone cautiously, accidentally clicked on the video, and made a noise.
Seeing Ji Yu and Xia Yansi sitting directly on the sofa reading a book, he felt even more embarrassed, and said hesitantly: "Or I'd better..."
Ji Sheng took his arm and interrupted with a smile: "Brother, go to my room to play games."
"Let Dad and Dad read a book quietly outside."
For Ji Prison's family, Wen Qing could only relax when facing Ji Sheng. He responded and followed Ji Sheng into the bedroom.
Ji Sheng's room was clean and tidy, with a double bed, a computer desk... neatly arranged, the pillows were arranged squarely, and the pens in the pen holder were all facing the same direction. It seemed that he also had obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Ji Sheng turned on the computer, clicked on a game, and handed Wen Qing a handle: "Brother, have you played this game?"
Wen Qing looked at the bloody screen and shook her head.
Ji Sheng smiled and introduced: "It's just an ordinary shooting zombie game. I've always played single-player mode, but I haven't played two-player games yet."
After speaking, he clicked on the game.
The game screen is very realistic. When a shot is shot at a zombie, the organs, blood, etc. in the zombie will burst out and paste on the screen.
The screen was too bloody, and it was a 3D game. After playing it for an hour, Wen Qing couldn't take it anymore.
He was pale and dizzy.
Wen gently put down the handle and said to Ji Sheng, "I want to take a rest."
Ji Sheng quickly asked, "What's wrong, brother?"
Wen Wei frowned slightly: "I'm not used to playing 3D, I'm too dizzy."
Ji Sheng nodded: "Brother, rest soon."
Wen scanned around, and there was only one computer chair in the bedroom, and the rest was only the bed.
He sits on the bed and plays games, but if he rests on the bed...
Afraid that Ji Sheng would mind, Wen Qing said, "I'll go back and rest."
"No need, brother, just sleep on the bed." After Ji Sheng finished speaking, he squatted at Wen Qing's feet and helped him take off his shoes.
Wen Qing froze for a moment, he hadn't expected Ji Sheng to help him take off his shoes at all.
The next second, Ji Sheng pressed his hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him.
Wen Qing didn't expect Ji Sheng to be so strong and was pushed directly onto the bed.
Ji Sheng sat on the side of the bed, covered him with a quilt with crooked eyebrows, as if he was pretending to be drinking at home, and touched Wen Qing's head, humming a tune: "Sleep, sleep, my dear brother …”
Looking at Ji Sheng's sunny smile, Wen Qing always felt something was wrong.
He whispered: "I'd better go back to sleep, I can't sleep in someone else's bed."
Ji Sheng said with a smile: "If you can't sleep, you can lie down for a while, maybe you will fall asleep after a while."
After finishing speaking, he added: "Besides, my cousin told you not to stay alone, there is always a reason for him."
Because the murderer was after him.
Wen Qing thought of this, hesitated for a while, and lay down on the bed obediently.
Wen Qing lay down for a while, his mind gradually became confused.
Half-dream and half-awake, a faint sweet smell lingers on the tip of the nose.
He had the familiar nightmare again.
Dimly, Wen Qing felt that the quilt was lifted.
Then his clothes were pulled up to his chest, and his stomach was exposed to the air, which was a little cold.
Wen Wei frowned slightly, and soon, something was smeared on his stomach, which was cold, and one hand was spinning around.
It's like a B-ultrasound, like a doctor applying gel to him.
Only this time the B-ultrasound probe has the scalding temperature of a human being.