boyfriend in the fridge

The wind on the roof was a bit strong, blowing from behind, blowing Song Buzhi's hair straight forward.He flicked his hair back irritably, longing for the sun to shine on him warmly, but also wishing he could go back to the car and turn on the air conditioner immediately.

The weather is more than ten degrees, it is really hot!

Suddenly, the sunlight overhead was covered by a black shadow.

Song Buzhi turned his head and saw Discipline behind him holding up an umbrella, most of which was on top of his head.

"Over there." Discipline raised his hand without the umbrella and pointed forward.

The rooftop is very empty, except for the fence between each store, there is almost nothing else.Song Buzhi thought to himself, basically no one came.

Not far in the direction of discipline's finger, you can see a few blood clots, and smaller traces beside the blood clots.

There seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the wind.

The two walked over together.

The ground on the roof is relatively rough, and the small traces look like a frost.

Song Buzhi stood in front of the "M1" sign, staring down at it.

Looking at it this way, the mark is really small, not as big as it was seen in the previous photos.

These letters and numbers are written very enchantingly, and the small curls at the beginning and the end are almost curled up to the sky, curlier than that Teddy dog's hair.

And the number "1" is really the number "1".Song Buzhi also doubted before, whether this is not the number "1", but the letter "I".But he immediately ruled it out - it must be the number "1", not the letter "I".

In addition to the fact that anyone with eyes can see that it is a number "1", his strong intuition also tells him that this must be the number "1".

——Although he didn't know where his intuition with such certainty came from.

When he saw "M1" before, Song Buzhi didn't look at it so carefully, but for some reason, when he saw it this time, he felt stronger than the previous few times.

He thought of his brief gaffe when he saw the bloody M1 in the photo, and also thought of the "M1" he saw on Gao Bin's old desk in his hometown—it was strange, but he didn't feel any strange feeling at that time.

Why, this time is so different...

Song Buzhi's standing body swayed, then squatted down.

Discipline stretched out his hand halfway to help him, then squatted down, put his hand on his back, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Song Buzhi stared straight at the bloody mark, and replied slowly, "It's okay."

However, in the next second, his body suddenly shook, and then his center of gravity became unstable, and he fell backwards.

After discipline reached out to catch him, he passed out completely.

---

"This is the youngest child, you take it down first and take good care of it."

"Teacher, I'm a man, I don't know how to take care of children!"

"Your wife will always give birth in the future, right? Feel the responsibility of being a father in advance, isn't it good?"

"Teacher, why don't we find a nanny, hey, look, besides this, we have another little girl of the same age."

"What nonsense, we are a confidential project! Xiaofang takes the little girl, you take the boy, that's it!"

……

"Experimental Man No. 1 has been injected..."

"Record his various values ​​every hour and report to me every day."

"Yes."

……

"You said, will we be here forever..."

"Do you miss your family? Hey, I forgot that you can't speak when you are young..."

"I have an elder brother above me, my mother gave birth to a younger brother last year... My family was too poor, so my parents sold me... My mother said sorry to me, she said I was old enough to take care of myself, But my brother would not be able to live without her...they chose to sell me..."

"I hate them so much..."

……

"Doctor, I feel that my thinking is very sharp now, and my mind is clearer than ever! Is it successful?"

"This is just the beginning, and you will feel the benefits of 'M1' more in the future."

"Okay, I will definitely cooperate with you!"

……

Song Buzhi struggled to wake up from his dream.

There was obvious confusion in the eyes that had just woken up.

"M1..." he murmured.

In the dream just now, he also saw a bloody "M1" logo.Only the sign in the dream was much bigger.

It was on the whole wall, a huge "M1" sign.

It should have been written not in blood, but in some kind of red paint.It just looks like blood.

The wall surface is also rough, and the texture looks very similar to the one on the rooftop.

What confused him even more than the "M1" on the entire wall was the mess of dialogue.

Those voices were male and female, old and young...but they didn't know who was who.

Song Buzhi has a good memory since he was a child, and it can even be said to be very good.Most people may not remember what happened when they were young, but he remembers everything, not only remembers, but can even tell the details of the time, what he said, and what others said.

If it is a memory that he has no impression at all...

That can only be before he was three years old.

For some reason, he remembered everything after the age of three, but nothing before the age of three.

He was aware of this abnormality before, but he didn't pay much attention to it.After all, it is perfectly normal for normal people not to remember anything before the age of three.

but now……

The dream he had told him that perhaps the memory before the age of three was the most important.

Song Buzhi turned his head and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why is he covered with a quilt?

—Wait, whose black and blue quilt is it?

He turned on the light with a "snap", and he even found that he was in a completely strange room - definitely not his own room, his room had never been so tidy.

There is a desk near the window, and on the desk are neatly placed a stack of books, a laptop, a mouse, a notebook, and a pen from left to right.

Even the chairs in front of the table were meticulously facing the table, as if no one had ever sat on it—if he sat and then left, the direction of the chair would definitely be tilted.

Looking slowly across the room, Song Buzhi was amazed, the people who live here either have obsessive-compulsive disorder or cleanliness, it's so clean and tidy, it's amazing.

The air conditioner in the room was fully turned on, no wonder he felt fine even under the quilt.

There are two layers of curtains in the room. The first layer is pure black, which obviously has a blackout effect and can completely block the light outside the window.

Song Buzhi sat up, looked around, and found his mobile phone and a note on the bedside table.

Taking the phone, Song Buzhi realized that it was already past six o'clock in the evening.

How long has he been asleep?

Turn on the flashlight on your phone and take a photo on the sticky note.

[Don't leave after waking up, there is food in the refrigerator, heat it up in the microwave. 】

No name and no signature.

But Song Buzhi subconsciously knew that it was written by discipline.

So, where is Discipline home?his room?his bed?

Song Buzhi: "..."

"Swiping" off the quilt and got out of bed, Song Buzhi quickly opened the door and walked out.

——No, no, absolutely no further development.

Song Buzhi pursed his lips and planned to go home directly.

To go to the entrance, you have to go through the kitchen.

Discipline's home turned out to be an open kitchen, connected to the living room.The fridge was right next to the path he was going to take.

refrigerator……

Song Buzhi is very fond of refrigerators. In his 27 years of life so far, he may have spent a quarter of his time in refrigerators.

Unable to hold back, he opened the refrigerator.

Ji's refrigerator is smaller than his, but there are more things in it.

Huh, carrots?

Song Buzhi: "..."

With a bang, the refrigerator door was slammed shut.

I still get angry when I see carrots.Although the personalities of each carrot may be different, they are generally similar.

Song Buzhi hummed, turned his head and left.

Where are the shoes...

Song Buzhi looked around the entrance, but he didn't see any shoes.

Is it in the shoe closet?

He opened the shoe cabinet next to him, and sure enough, he saw his shoes inside.

"Tsk, it's really particular." Song Buzhi murmured.

——He is in his own home, and the shoes he often wears are always placed outside, so he can find them wherever it is convenient.

Just as he bent down to change his shoes, the door was opened from the outside.

---

Song Buzhi walked back to the living room.

In his hand was a case file brought back by discipline just now.The case file was very thin, Song Buzhi quickly flipped through the registration form for accepting the case, the decision to file the case, the detention certificate, etc., and looked at the transcript.

"The head of the household on the 11th floor of Building 11 in Yaoyang Community is He Benxue, a chemist. He and his wife died in a car accident three years ago. Now living there are his twin daughters, He Xiaobei and He Xiaobao."

The case file that Song Buzhi is looking at now is the traffic accident that caused the deaths of He Benxue and his wife three years ago.

"Have you eaten yet?" Discipline asked, then opened the refrigerator.

Song Buzhi: "...not hungry."

Discipline thought for a while, and then asked, "Do you want to eat noodles?"

Song Buzhi looked away from the file for a while, raised his eyelids to look at him, moved his lips, and finally said, "Eat."

Discipline hooked his lips and started cooking noodles.

The case was very simple. The suspect did not slow down when driving through a certain intersection, and it was already too late when he saw He Benxue and the two who had just come out of the intersection.He Benxue died on the spot, and his wife died during the rescue.Then the criminal suspect was arrested and brought to justice. From the criminal detention to the approval of the arrest, to the prosecution, and finally to the court judgment, it didn't even take two months. The process can be said to go very quickly.

The case is really concise and clear, the criminal facts of the suspect are clear, and the evidence is sufficient. If the process is not fast, then there is a problem.

After Song Bozhi finished reading, Discipline was still cooking noodles.

At this time, a seductive aroma came from the kitchen, Song Buzhi sniffed, raised his voice slightly, and said, "Beef?"

Discipline said "hmm", then turned around and asked with a smile, "Can you eat?"

Song Buzhi: "Eat——He Xiaobei and He Xiaobao, what kind of work do they do? Don't tell me, one of them works in Sichuan Hot Pot."

"He Xiaobei is a yoga teacher, and He Xiaobao is a keeper of Huacheng Zoo." Disciplinary movements turned off the fire, served the noodles, turned around and put the noodles on the table, and called Song Buzhi to come and eat.

Now that he has stayed, Song Buzhi stopped being pretentious, walked to the table openly, and picked up chopsticks to eat noodles.

Since Gao Bin was arrested, it has been a long time since there has been such a pyrotechnic meal in his house.He and Chang Fei, one basically orders takeout, and the other basically eats out, and occasionally cooks instant noodles.

Discipline also brought noodles over to eat together.

During the meal, there was no words between the two, only the sound of "chiliuchiliu" when sucking noodles.But the atmosphere lingering between the two is like an old husband who has been together for many years.

After the meal, Discipline cleaned up the dining table and put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher.

"Ji Dui, you just said that He Xiaobei is a woman, right? Then Lu Haocai and her may be a couple, right?" Song Buzhi said, "It doesn't seem to explain anything. This case——"

Song Buzhi patted the thin case file, and said, "This case seems to be fine—you suspect that the brothers and sisters of the He family may have a more...unspeakable relationship with Lu Hao, right?"

Discipline was noncommittal, leaning against the edge of the sofa, looking down at the person half lying on the sofa.Judging from calculations, the side effects of his ability should have passed, so why does he still look like a cat now?

——It makes people want to rub his head.

"I can't tell you the details now, but He Xiaobei and He Xiaobao, I guess they are not as simple as they seem on the surface." Discipline said lightly, "There is good news."

"Huh?" Song Buzhi looked up suspiciously.

Discipline: "Remember the clothes Oujie was wearing when he died."

Song Buzhi: "Well, a pink sweater."

In fact, Oujie never wore pink to death before. He thought it was effeminate to wear pink, but he was an upright man.But Song Buzhi felt that Oujie would look good in pink.It's just that before Oujie left the orphanage, Song Buzhi didn't see Oujie wearing pink clothes.I didn't expect to see him after his death...

There was a soothing stroking on the head, and a disciplined voice sounded from above: "We extracted a small piece of blood that did not belong to Oujie from that dress, but we were not skilled enough, so we sent it to the provincial department for testing. The news spread in the afternoon Come on, the test results came out, and they extracted a set of DNA."

Song Buzhi asked anxiously: "Will that be able to lock down the suspect?"

Discipline: "There is no match in our DNA database. Before I came back, Xia Ji and the others had gone to collect the DNA of people including Lu Haocai."

Song Buzhi nodded: "Aren't you going?"

Discipline: "Come back and see you first. Since you are awake, let's go together?"

Song Buzhi thought for less than three seconds, and immediately stood up: "Go."