The little wild cat is milky and sweet

"What I didn't want...I was in a bad mood that day. I was angry when I saw him cheating, and I wanted to teach him a lesson...I didn't expect that he...he was killed by me, He doesn't even struggle to make a living, I, I don't know wow...

"Then why did you go to the paper mill, and how did you avoid the cameras?"

"He left first. I didn't think about messing with him at first. It was only after I went out that I found out that he came out again. He bumped into me and I became angry at that time. I threatened him that I would Mess with others, and then...then he followed me to the paper mill as if he didn't want to live. I used to work illegally, so...sometimes I often sneak out to drink and play cards. How to get there... I swear I really just wanted to scare him... and he ran into my knife wound by himself... I don't want to, comrade policeman, I really don't want to..."

"What did you use?"

"The knife for cutting paper..."

"Where?"

"I hid...in the cemetery next to the factory...one of them in the third row..."

"Don't be dazed, look for it." Zheng Yuan leaned forward, showing an oppressive posture, and asked, "Then Bai Ge, where is the child? Why are you moving him?"

"He found out... I have a child and a wife at home..." Wen Qiang said while crying, the wrinkles on his face were blurred into a ball.

"What are you dangling on the road with a knife?"

"I was scared... I came out with blood on my hands, I washed it... just picked up a knife on the road, I thought I would cut me too, I bleed with them... If they bleed and die before I do, then, you can't blame me—"

Wen Qiang took a peek at Yan Ye who was sitting across from him without saying a word, and always felt that compared to Zheng Yuan who kept asking questions, he gave him more oppression, and even hoped that he could ask himself a question, So he whispered: "I thought that yellow-haired kid was a policeman, but I didn't know he was your son... I didn't mean to touch him on purpose... I admit it, can you give me a lower sentence?"

As soon as the words fell, before Yan Ye and Zheng Yuan could see clearly, they saw someone rushing in from the door, and they were about to greet Wen Qiang with a fist, but Yan Ye carried him on his waist when he tried too hard and failed to stand still. shoulders out.

Lu Yuechi had just undid the button with his hands and mouth, and he became proficient in doing more sneaky things, so he sneaked to the monitoring room. All of Wei Pingan's old colleagues in the police station knew Lu Yuechi, so he was unprepared.Hearing that Wen Qiang had confessed to Lu Yuechi, he ran to the interrogation room non-stop, but Yan Ye threw him back on the bed before touching a hair on him.

"I just said he did it, you don't believe me!"

"I believe you, who said I don't believe you?" Yanye saw that Lu Yuechi's cat's eyes seemed to have some water in them, so he quickly took out two pieces of paper and pressed them on Lu Yuechi's face. It was the first time Yanye knew in these two days There is so much water in Lu Yuechi's eyes.

Lu Yuechi pouted, "Then why did you stop me? Is it wrong for me to hit a murderer?"

"If he makes a mistake, someone will punish him. If you control it, you will make a mistake." The water in the hot water bag had already cooled down, and a large knot was still lying on the ground. Lu Yuechi had been untying the rope for a while.

Yan Ye went to fill the hot water bottle, and Lu Yuechi was about to get up from the bed again. Yan Ye could only put his hands on his shoulders and locked Lu Yuechi on the bed. Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, even my heart hurts." Lu Yuechi's shoulders were pressed on the bed by Yan Ye, and he felt that this action was particularly inappropriate, and said: "The scalp hurts too, you pulled my hair."

Yan Ye loosened Lu Yuechi's hand and was about to stand up again, Yan Ye stroked his hair aside and continued to press Lu Yuechi's shoulder, always feeling threatened, so he moved closer to his face and said, "Don't move, don't think that I Don’t dare to teach you, lie down here, do you hear me? If he admits it, he will sit in it for at least ten years, you’re so quick now, what are you going to do afterwards? What do you want me to do?”

Lu Yuechi was frightened by Yan Ye's attitude. Originally, he said that he was so fierce in the first half of the sentence and he was going to go straight, but the second half of the sentence completely slapped himself to death on the wall. "Uncle, I feel bad."

Yan Ye felt that Lu Yuechi was about to cry when he flattened his mouth and wrinkled his eyebrows. He forgot his small fangs and claws with nails, and rubbed his head, "Uncle knows that you are uncomfortable, and uncle himself is also uncomfortable. .”

"I don't see how you're suffering."

"If I can make you see that I'm uncomfortable, won't I make you more than ten years old in vain?"

Lu Yuechi felt that Yan Ye was too close to him, and his face would burn two holes from his breathing, and finally his shoulders became soft, and he turned his head to look at the clothes hanging on the hanger behind the door, "Okay, Whatever you want, you are right, you speak better than you sing."

The police station in Qinxi Town is not good at other benefits, and the welfare is okay. For example, there are no people in it, and a room is specially vacated as a small dormitory for those on duty to rest at night. The white three-piece suit, Lu Yuechi's blonde hair scattered on the bed, contrasted sharply.

According to psychology, staring into the other person's eyes and not speaking can bring people a sense of oppression, and the words and deeds are strictly followed, so the air was once cold and quiet.

Not to be outdone, Lu Yuechi also stared at Yanye, suppressing on the one hand and provoking on the other.

The door was opened suddenly, and a man's voice was heard.

"Yanye, we found that evidence, Wen Qiang is really brave, dare to go to the grave in the middle of the night—"

Zheng Yuan broke in without knocking on the door, and his mother saw Yan Ye pressing on the "their poor kid" in his mouth, and half of his words were frozen in the air and shattered into ice slags stuck in his "broken child". Nearly thirty years old, I haven’t even held a girl’s hand,” on my heart.

In fact, I can't be sure that the non-mainstream person being suppressed by Yan Ye is the one, but based on general experience, it is.Yan Ye has a broad back, but there is still a strand of yellow hair that is "the fish that leaks out".

Hold.

Staying in this shitty place for this?

He likes this?

The sound of closing the door was especially loud, and the wind blowing in seemed to shake Lu Yuechi's hair, and the hair flew around in the air twice before falling on his forehead.

Lu Yuechi pushed Yan Ye away, and Yan Ye let go because he was unprepared and afraid of hurting Lu Yuechi.

Lu Yuechi watched helplessly as the clothes hanging behind the door fell to the ground due to such a huge shock, and a cloud of dust floated up.

No.

Don't close the door.

I can explain, really can explain.

Lu Yuechi looked at the tightly closed door, and countless possibilities swiped across the screen like a bullet screen in his little mind.

Forget it, I'm tired, what a fart to explain, anyway, I don't know that person, and maybe I won't see him for the next eight lifetimes.

Lu Yuechi felt relieved, and slowly retracted into the bed, and from his own angle, he could just see Yan Ye's distinct jaw line.

Let Yan Ye face the wind and rain.