Mr. Flower

Looking at the chopsticks brought up by Yin Qin, Yang Yiyue stretched out his hand, but Tong Xiang grabbed the chopsticks without getting them.The fingers trembled slightly, and the feeling was even more obvious after being held by Tong Xiang.

Tong Xiang looked at the expressionless Yang Yiyue, lowered his head and kissed the hand that was held by him, and then said softly: "Mr. Yang, look, I have been deeply involved in mystery novels for so many years, and I think that "perfect crime" can be roughly divided into four parts. situation.First, there is no legally tenable evidence to know who the murderer is.Second, the murderer passed on the suspicion of the crime to others, or committed suicide.Third, it is completely unknown who the murderer is.Fourth, the crime is done without the police knowing. "

"Tong Xiangxiang..."

Unexpectedly, Yang Yiyue opened his mouth at this time, and Tong Xiang looked up at him. He liked this title only second to "Boss Xiaoxiang", but when he called it like this, he always wanted to stab him.

"How much do you like reading novels? Can you get to the point in one sentence?"

What Yang Yiyue really wanted to do was to shake his head and pour out the contents.

"I'm in a hurry again... Otherwise, I'll make a PPT for you... I just want to talk about it... I've already thought about the background music..." Tong Xiang was still in a hurry, reaching out for his phone to show Yang Yiyue the background music tracks.

Holding Tong Xiang's head with both hands, Yang Yiyue stared firmly into Tong Xiang's eyes, "Speak well."

"No one can testify against me, and there is no evidence to point to me." Tong Xiang held Yang Yiyue's wrists with both hands, "There is still a little trembling, don't be afraid."

"I can attest that you left the wedding..."

"Then what? Where did I go? Li Zihan and his wife can prove that I returned home with a quarter of the watermelon in my arms..."

"I can also prove that you came back at night."

"Old Five can prove that I chatted with him at the garbage transfer station before I came back... but I missed meeting you directly at home."

"You can't come and go without a trace..."

"Trace refers to the traces left behind, and shadow refers to the surveillance images, right? There are no shoe prints, fingerprints, or hairs left, and the venue is not monitored... Let me add one more thing. I have an accomplice, but he doesn't know anything about me. When the time comes, I don’t know when I’ll leave, and I’m not even sure if I’ve been here... Mr. Yang, and the most important point, Geng Li will not turn to the police who can skillfully use detection methods.”

"That means you're fucking out of luck..." Yang Yiyue convinced him.

"Well, luck is good, and it's raining heavily, so it's even more difficult to check..."

"You mean that even if you know it's you, the chain of evidence has been broken... It's the first one just mentioned."

Tong Xiang shook Yang Yiyue's hand and said, "The analysis was successful."

Yang Yiyue wanted to withdraw his hand, but Tong Xiang didn't let go, his eyes darkened a little and said: "Although I talked to you so happily, in fact, I am not as smooth as Master Geng. Master Geng is not alone, behind him It's a gang, an interest gang with deep connections with businessmen and officials. Mr. Geng and the others have used these tricks a long time ago, and my father's case is just one of them. I don't know what case you are cooperating with, the missing one you mentioned The old man of the winery, I think, is just one of them.

"The perfect crime sounds lofty, but it's just that the novel uses it as the core to make people think so. In the career of Mr. Geng, there have been more than one perfect crimes. The traffic police who don't listen to the call and hinder the business, use the traffic accident as a cover, directly To be killed by crash is the fourth type. To the police who dare to investigate and confront them, to be burned to death caused by a gas leak is the third type. To drown a competitor or a disobedient businessman floating on the river is the second type. Fight to the end , People who petition and report, who are not alive or dead, are the third type... how familiar...

"I also know that I can wait. Justice will not disappear, but I am late. During the year I was stationed in the Gobi Desert, I told myself this every day. Don't worry. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Every day, that place is so peaceful. No, I can still read novels after all the work is done... I just wonder what kind of routine the revenge story is? It’s all about the avengers going through hardships and following the procedure of justice in order to succeed, and there are some to add tragedy to the story. Nong, revenge will come to nothing after all... Well, I don't like it.

"When my dad passed away, I was in the first grade of junior high school, so I didn't cry. I asked the uncle who handled the case over and over again, asked for all the investigation records, and walked countless times from the police station to the scene of the crime... everything was weird. , the two police officers suddenly became one person, and the route they took was not what my dad, who is super fancy about the speed of police dispatching, would think was the best, and the fatally injured part should not be so. Belly, you must know that he taught me the first sentence of fighting When I was beaten, I used my hands to protect my head, my arms and my feet to protect my stomach. These are all so weird, but only I can feel this weirdness. It’s just my intuitive feeling, and it doesn’t conform to the procedure of justice...

"I would also place my hope in justice, but I waited for a long, long time...even to allow myself to wait and choose to serve. What did I wait for? I waited until the "perfect crime" of others was sealed.

"The one who chooses justice and the rule of law is doomed to have many "procedural shackles" imposed on him. This cannot be done, this cannot be done, such evidence is invalid, and such evidence cannot be used. Isn't justice delayed because of these?The result I want is to know the truth and make them pay the price. It is much easier to choose the side that gives up justice. " Tong Xiang said calmly, his eyes never leaving Yang Yiyue's face.

"Have you got the result you want?" Yang Yiyue asked.

"Yes. People are more sober when they are suffering. It feels better for me to admit it personally than to force him to admit it with a lot of evidence." Tong Xiang replied without any nonsense.

"Why was he still brought back?" Yang Yiyue felt that he had an answer in his heart, but he still asked.

"One life is worth one life against a murderer who only did one vote. I don't know how many votes this Geng played. I am obliged to leave a chance for other hunters...Of course, this is a high-sounding statement, and Do you want to hear a statement?"

"You were scared, what did you think of at that moment, and decided to leave yourself another escape route." Yang Yiyue helped him explain.

Nodding his head, Tong Xiang cheekily asked, "Guess what I thought of?"

"I don't guess." After Yang Yiyue said these three words, he touched Tong Xiang's forehead, and the moment they touched each other, he seemed to relax, "But you can ask..."

"Can you ask me anything?" Surprisingly, Tong Xiang raised his eyebrows.

"It's okay to listen to it..."

Yang Yiyue meant that it was up to me whether to answer or not, and it was up to you whether to ask. After this village, there would be no such shop. Tong Xiang decided to seize this opportunity.

"First, you don't guess because you know my answer, right?" The tone is very sincere.

"Vulgar routine." Yang Yiyue only commented.

"Second..." Tong Xiang said with a heartless smile, "You just said "one more escape route", meaning you know my original escape route? "

"Tong Xiangxiang, the reason why you have been driving without a license without changing your driver's license is because it is unnecessary, and it is not necessary because you have to leave sooner or later, right? Tong Shaoxia, your original plan was to serve your old mother well, kill a murderer, and go far away. A vulgar routine, right? I just didn’t expect my mother to be rescued by a fairy doctor, to be spoiled by an old man when she traveled far away, and..."

"What else?" Tong Xiang's complacent expression stained his eyes.

"There is also such a good father who fell from the sky." Yang Yiyue said that he would not make up for his leaks, and after he finished speaking, he felt that boasting was not bad.

Tong Xiang's smile was more restrained than ever before, "I can bear the impermanence of the world. Do you still want me?"

"After you get out of prison, you can't tell..." Yang Yiyue didn't want to give this guy a good face.

"Before that, you have to send me in first..." Tong Xiang felt that this question could be studied further, "Come on, let me help you figure out the clues..."

"Tong Xiang, in your clichéd revenge plan, this kind of thing should not happen again." Yang Yiyue raised his hand to wrap Tong Xiang's shoulder...

Tong Xiang turned his head to look at him, and when he was about to nod Zheng's head, Yang Yiyue pulled him into his arms, and Yang Yiyue's thin and soft voice was next to his ear: "You are not allowed to leave me, you are not allowed... "

Submissively leaning into Yang Yiyue's arms, Tong Xiang closed his eyes, but couldn't help but speak badly, "Do we have to switch positions?"

There was no reply, only the slap on the face, Tong Xiang held the slapping hand, kissed it, and said, "I'm sorry."

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The crystal-clear pear flesh was cut off, and the blade was gently shoveled under a small pile of pear flesh at an angle, and everything was packed and neatly put into the pot.

"This Chuanbei Sydney hot pear is divided into two cans. Drink the less for yourself, and give the more to Assistant Mo. She has been coughing for two weeks. You should tell me earlier, what should I do if it infects you?" Tong Xiang said as soon as his mouth broke. can not stop.

Yang Yiyue sat cross-legged on a chair next to the refrigerator, put the big pear in his hand into his mouth and took a bite, the rich juice flowed down his elbow, he didn't care too much, rubbed it on the love photo t-shirt, the sooner it gets dirty, the sooner it gets dirty Changed……

"Go on..." Take another bite, this pear tastes light and moderate, Yang Yiyue likes it.

"Where did you just say?" Tong Xiang stirred the pot with a spoon.

"Jiang Yi woke you up at two o'clock in the middle of the night to go to practice..." Yang Yiyue felt that today was a good day, and he wore clothes that were made of love and said so many heart-to-heart words, so he just said it to the end.Tong Xiang's experience from childhood to adulthood is almost finished.

"When we got to the place, we suddenly found out that it wasn't a drill... That old boy Jiang Yi is not a thing..." The spoon stirred again, and Tong Xiang suddenly turned around and put his head in front of Yang Yiyue, "I'm still injured... ..."

"It means you can't do it." Yang Yiyue glanced at him and continued to eat pears.

Opened his mouth and took a bite of the pear in Yang Yiyue's hand, "Do you want to see the wound?"

Yang Yiyue watched helplessly as half of the pears were missing, gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, let me blow, blow."

"I'll look for it..." Tong Xiang stretched out his arm in front of Yang Yiyue, looked left and right, looking very real, "I remember it was here, oh, no, it was here... there is no such thing ? Really, a big bruise..."

"Ah... is it here?" Yang Yiyue raised his pear high, lowered his head and pointed at the top of Tong Xiang's elbow, "You lift it up..."

Tong Xiang followed his words, but in exchange Yang Yiyue took a firm bite, "Ahhh!"

"Okay, there's a wound..." Yang Yiyue loosened his mouth and blew perfunctorily, "Pain, pain, fly...continue."

Covering his wound, Tong Xiang had no choice but to cook Chuanbei Sydney soup and continue talking.

"Ask Erya to look at the store tomorrow, you go with me." The pear core was thrown into the trash can accurately, Yang Yiyue wiped all the juice on his clothes, opened the curtain and went upstairs.