Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The carriage stopped in front of the cylindrical house, and it was already completely dark.

Night always comes early in Book Harbor, especially in April, when the damp chill can seep into the bones.

The driver jumped down from the carriage swiftly and opened the door for them.

Alric was the first to bend down and get out of the car. He stood still on the ground and adjusted the collar of his coat out of habit. He didn't feel the chill of the evening, or perhaps he had long been accustomed to this cold weather.

Sheriff Bruce's slightly irritable voice came from the carriage, stopping him abruptly.

"Alric!"

Alric turned slightly to the side, his jawline looking hard and cold in the dim light.

"What is it, Bruce?"

Bruce had obviously been holding it in all the way. He leaned half of his body out of the carriage, frowned, and stared straight at Alric's back, determined to get an answer from him.

"It's been all day! Don't tell me you don't have any thoughts in your mind! Tell me, who are you most suspicious of right now?"

Alric turned around and looked at him, asking in an almost lazy tone. "What about you, Bruce?"

Bruce finally had a place to vent his speculations, "John! Of course it's his brother John Olga! There's no one more suitable or obvious than this!"

"Yes, he acted heartbroken, but so what? He's the ultimate beneficiary! The title and the family fortune now all fall on his head! Of course," he added hastily, asserting arbitrarily, "there's no other choice!"

Alric listened and nodded slightly.

It was as if he was praising a mentally retarded student who had finally come to the conclusion that best matched his or her intellectual level.

"Very good, Bruce," he said sarcastically, "You're still so simple-minded."

A cunning and irritating gentleman.

Jin Chen, who was following behind, couldn't help but chuckle and cast a slightly apologetic look at Bruce, whose face was red with anger. "Please don't mind, Mr. Sheriff. You know, his temper has always been like this."

Bruce's breath was stuck in his chest, and his beard stood up again, "Alric! You damn..."

The coachman was not surprised. Without waiting for the sheriff to finish his scolding, he shook the reins and drove away with the still angry Bruce.

The inside of the cylindrical house was much warmer than it looked from the outside. Little girl Doshi lit the fireplace and went into the room with her books.

Jinchen leaned back against the edge of the oak table, his posture relaxed.

Alric took off his coat and hung it casually on the brass coat rack by the door. He poured himself another glass of dark amber liquor and took a sip.

"Who do you suspect?" He looked at Jinchen. "Joshua?"

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this. "Why do you ask? Alric, did I show it?"

However, after today's investigation, especially after discovering that John is actually left-handed, the answer in my heart is no longer so certain.

Alric walked towards the fireplace, holding the wine glass. "Cyril, haven't you noticed?"

"You've seen Joshua too many times today. If you didn't suspect he was the murderer, wouldn't you..."

"…Is there any other explanation?"

Jinchen looked at his rare expression of teasing and inquiry, then laughed, his blue eyes curved.

"Does this displease you, Alric?"

He teased lazily, leaning forward slightly from where he leaned back on the edge of the table, his hands casually resting on the surface in a slightly aggressive yet relaxed posture.

"You're overthinking it, Cyril." Alric interrupted him and tapped Jinchen's collar in a warning tone, "Don't interfere with my investigation."

"Will not."

Jinchen stood up from the table, grabbed Alrick's fingers, and rubbed them softly and intimately. Then he leaned close to his ear and said softly, "No one can attract me more than you, Inspector."

Alric: "..."

That's enough.

Alric grasped the front of Jinchen's shirt.

"I warned you,"

He lowered his voice, "Don't do this again."

Jinchen did not struggle, but leaned forward slightly according to his force. His shirt was pulled slightly open, revealing his beautiful collarbone.

His brows were also stained with sadness as he looked directly into Alric's eyes.

"I know this sounds irrational," Jin Chen said softly, "...even God can't change my feelings for you."

Jinchen knew that the fact that Vincent was a Catholic had, for some unknown reason, brought a great shock to Alric, so that he was still in a depressed mood, like a suppressed volcano.

Sure enough, a hint of ferocity appeared in Alric's eyes, and he pressed Jinchen against the wall with a bang.

"Feelings? How long have we known each other? Do you understand me, Cyril?"

"I know it doesn't make sense, but I can't control my feelings for you. I'm willing to do anything, Alric. I've been in love with you for a long time."

Alric was stunned and seemed a little at a loss.

Such a confession... Such a loving look, the emotion contained in it was too strong, so strong that Alric was about to say a more hurtful rebuke, but he blocked it back with a forceful move.

It seems that any rude questioning would be a blasphemy to this confession.

His knuckles cracked as he gripped Jinchen's collar, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

"Really? Oh! Then how are you going to prove it?"

"sure……"

Jinchen repeated Alrick's name several times in a low voice and gently rubbed the skin on the side of Alrick's neck with the tip of his nose.

Then, a soft kiss fell on Alric's lips.

Gently touching, licking and biting, even the most dull and resistant person can seem to feel the hot and sincere heart from such gentle movements.

Their breaths inevitably intertwined, chaotic and warm, brushing against each other's cheeks.

Some of Jinchen's hair fell in front of his forehead, sweeping the corners of his eyes and slightly covering his blue eyes, which were extremely beautiful and affectionate.

Alric's fingers loosened their grip on his collar a little.

Jinchen's kiss touched his heart, which contained too many emotions that he had long forgotten or deliberately ignored.

So Alric was not satisfied with such an innocent kiss, and he didn't even know what he was doing. He hugged Jinchen's waist tightly, held the back of his head, and kissed him back hard.

His teeth chattered against each other, and he held his lower lip, sucking and biting it almost roughly.

The force was so great that a faint taste of rust soon filled the mouths of both men.

His green eyes were open, but there was not much lust in them, but they were dark enough to make people want to conquer him.

Jinchen's eyebrows moved slightly, and the smile in his eyes was obvious.

Then, as if completely immersed in it, he meekly handed over all the control to Alric.

He seemed to be unable to bear the passionate kiss. A touching blush quickly appeared at the corners of his eyes, and his breath became warm and moist, sprinkling messily on the side of Alric's face.

His fingertips grasped Alric's shoulders weakly but tightly, ruffling the crisp fabric of his shirt and leaving messy marks.

The whole person exudes a decadent and sexy aura of being ravaged.

This undoubtedly aroused a rare pity in Alric's heart.

He slightly slowed down the grip he was holding on Jinchen's lower back and stroked his slightly trembling back somewhat stiffly.

This is probably an extremely rare treat that can only be obtained during the day.