The first mascot of the special department

chapter42

The hotel is near the river, and the lights along the road are diffused in the sparkling water, swaying with the wind, and the fragrance of tuberose comes in through the half-opened windows, filling the room sweetly.Jiang Yuan took a shower, shook his wet hair, and stepped on slippers to the living room of the suite.

The room arrangement was the same as last time. Qin Yu, as the only woman in the mission team, lived alone in a room, Yang Yifan and Zhou Rui were together, and the rest, of course, were Jiang Yuan and Shuobei.After all, it has been agreed to treat Shuobei as a "bodyguard" before, and Jiang Yuan can already treat each other with a deadpan face.

The suite was equipped with an open kitchen, and Shuobei tossed and turned in it for a while, making two cheese and chicken sandwiches.Jiang Yuan can accept numbness, spicy, salty, and sweet tastes, but each one can't be too much, and there are many things he doesn't like, which is a bit difficult to serve.Shuobei cooks with ease, so that at least this person can't find anything wrong with the food.

Jiang Yuan took the feeding from Shuobei, walked slowly to the French window, and sat cross-legged on the ground. "Liu Xiaoyong's whereabouts on the day the photo was taken can be described as tortuous, where do we start to investigate?" he asked.

"Find out his motive for going out." Shuo Bei sat down next to him, "I have already asked the people from the secretariat to check his consumption on that day and before and after, and I should receive the news tomorrow morning."

After finishing speaking, Shuobei conjured up two hair dryers, "Jiang Xiaoyuan, do you want to use this gray hair dryer, or this black hair dryer?"

"None." Jiang Yuan snapped his fingers expressionlessly, and after a while, Ling Li dried his wet hair, "I save energy."

Shuobei threw the hair dryer in his hand onto the sofa and conjured up two combs.

Jiang Yuan: "..."

These two combs are silver comb and gold comb. Jiang Yuan raised his hand in front of Shuobei, his fingers slowly curled back into his palm and clenched into fists. When he stretched out, he squeezed out a wooden comb.

Shuobei threw the comb away again, and said with emotion: "Our Jiang Yuan is getting more and more cold."

"Oh, you may have misunderstood this word." Jiang Yuan said.

Jiang Yuan ate the sandwiches in two mouthfuls, got up and walked to his bedroom, and when he closed the doorknob, he turned back and asked Shuobei: "The Cheng family gives me a strange feeling, do you want to monitor it?"

"Insufficient manpower. Besides, you don't know how they usually work, so it's hard to judge the abnormality. Moreover, this kind of family of descending demons is usually heavily guarded. If they really do something, sending someone to monitor it will only scare the snake." Shuobei shook his head.

"You seem to make sense." Jiang Yuan nodded, "Then I'm going to sleep, good night."

Shuobei smiled at him: "Good night."

Before going to bed, Jiang Yuan put the branch of the moon tree that Shuobei gave him under his pillow, but it didn't have any effect on his memory recovery, and he had no dreams all night.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang.Jiang Yuan got up to wash up, opened the bedroom door while yawning, and found that there was no one in the living room, and Shuobei didn't seem to wake up.

So he walked slowly into the kitchen, ready to make breakfast.

There are plenty of ingredients in the refrigerator, including sauces, and even white rice, but Jiang Yuan didn't want to be too troublesome to eat in the morning, so he took a few eggs, corn kernels, peas, shrimp, and carrots, and planned to make omelet rice.

Dice the carrots, shell the prawns and cut them into small pieces. Considering that the taste of Shuobei is relatively light, Jiang Yuan did not use pepper oil when marinating.Then beat the eggs and blanch the peas, fry the rice until the grains are clear, and finally spread two omelets and put them on a plate.

Some people would use ketchup to draw a heart on the egg skin of omelet rice, but Jiang Yuan was different. He drew a heart for himself, and then squeezed a few parallel lines for Shuobei's.

When Shuobei walked out of the bedroom, Jiang Yuan had just finished the last step, and he took away the heart-drawn plate, leaving a few slashes behind.

"Shouldn't you leave the heart-painting to me?" Shuo Bei followed Jiang Yuan with his eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Jiang Yuan raised his jaw towards a certain part of the cooking table: "The ketchup is there, you have to draw it yourself."

"Let's switch."

"No change."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yuan took a spoonful of rice and put it in his mouth.

Shuobei looked at him: "Tsk."

At 8 o'clock, the Special Affairs Bureau sent a message from Shuobei asking them to investigate.

"He uses WeChat payment all the time, and the shopping places are all individual stores, so he can't find out what he bought, only the transaction amount." The colleague over there said on the phone, "But we got his Taobao transaction records. , The things this person bought in the week before his death were all quite evil, such as black donkey hooves, compass, mahogany sword, and gossip plate. I think we can pay attention to this aspect."

"Well, I see, thank you."

Shuobei hung up the phone and clicked on the file he had just accepted.

This Liu Xiaoyong, apart from buying a lot of fake evil spirit items on Taobao, his local consumption records in City X can be said to span across the east, west, north and south, appearing everywhere.The stores he went to were very miscellaneous, but he could still conclude the pattern: most of the things he bought were outdoor products.

Jiang Yuan looked at it again, and said speechlessly: "Could it be that he really intends to rob the tomb?"

"Go to his house and see." Shuo Bei forwarded the record to his and Jiang Yuan's tablet, and got up from the sofa.

In June, the temperature in City X has soared to 35 degrees, the sun is dazzling and the cicadas are noisy.

Liu Xiaoyong’s rental house is located in an old street, where all kinds of hotel supplies are wholesaled, wine glasses, trash cans, boxes, buckets, etc. Unemployed people with their upper body covered were squatting at the gate of the open air-conditioned door industry market, playing the glory of the king.

The road that was not wide enough was fully occupied, Jiang Yuan was very thankful that Shuobei didn't drive, otherwise he would have been worried that the luxury car would be scratched, scratched or even caught by stray cats passing by.

"17-3, Unit 5, No. 2, Hongjin Street..." Jiang Yuan wore a pair of dark sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, looked around, and uttered Liu Xiaoyong's address, "Where is this No. 17?"

"Just ask." Shuo Bei grabbed Jiang Yuan's wrist and walked towards the canteen around the corner.

After listening to their question, the owner of the canteen raised his hand and pointed: "No. 17? It's the row on the slope, and that row is No. 17!"

Jiang Yuan and Shuo Bei looked over together, and found that the row of buildings was built on the platform beside the slope.

"Thank you boss, give me two more bottles of Coke." Jiang Yuan turned around and scanned the QR code on the cabinet with WeChat.

The boss smiled and asked, "Keke or Pepsi?"

"tasty."

Jiang Yuan handed one of the bottles of Coke to Shuobei, and walked towards the slope.

This place was a bit detoured, and they wandered around twice before finding their way up to the platform.They are all old houses, without elevators, and the stairs are worn out by the residents going up and down.There are only two households on the first floor, and 5-2 is on the left. After walking to the door, Jiang Yuan was waiting for Shuo Bei to take him in, when he suddenly heard a voice coming from inside.

It's a woman's voice. If you want to describe it in more detail, it would be - the sound of a woman weeping and crying/bed.

Jiang Yuan: "..."

"What do you think?" Shuobei asked him.

"How can I see it?" Jiang Yuan's face was paralyzed, and his tone was flat.

"Just say what you think," Shuo Bei said.

Jiang Yuan fell into contemplation for a long time, and then tentatively gave an answer: "Is it normal?"

Shuobei patted Jiang Yuan on the head angrily, "Did I ask you this?" As he spoke, he thought of something again, and his face darkened: "What is 'normal'?, have you ever compared it? "

"Even if there was a comparison, it's nothing..." Jiang Yuan turned his face away and muttered in a low voice, "So you are so conservative?"

"Yes, I am an old-fashioned old man who has lived for thousands of years." Shuo Bei said with a straight face.

Jiang Yuan made a "tsk" sound, and spread his hands indifferently: "But what does this have to do with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shuo Bei suddenly reached out, grabbed his waist, and pulled him in front of him.

The tip of Shuobei's nose was pressed against Jiang Yuan's, and the bright sunshine and the young man in front of him intertwined in his deep black eyes. His eyes were quiet and silent, like a thin river flowing.Shuobei stared at Jiang Yuan in this posture for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "But you bought me water just now, and you even cooked breakfast for me in the morning."

The tone was a little bit aggrieved, as if he was abandoned by Jiang Yuan.

At this time, there was a sound of opening and closing the door upstairs, and Jiang Yuan pushed Shuo Bei away as if he had been smashed by an affair.

An elderly grandma came down with a dustpan in her hand, saw Shuo Bei and Jiang Yuan standing at the door of 5-2, and asked curiously, "Are you... are you looking for someone?"

Jiang Yuan took off his sunglasses and smiled obediently at her: "Yes, we are here to find Liu Xiaoyong, do you know grandma?"

"He, he used to live in that house." Grandma raised her finger and pointed behind Jiang Yuan and the others, "But a few days ago, a new tenant came there, and they probably have moved."

"So that's the case, thank you."

"Hi, you're welcome." Grandma waved at them, holding on to the railing and continuing to go downstairs.

The people in the room also stopped for a while because of this conversation, but it didn't take long before they started fighting again. The woman cried and begged for mercy, but she was always stopped in the middle of the conversation.

Jiang Yuan felt hot ears, put on sunglasses, and hurried downstairs.

"What I wanted to ask you just now is this." Shuobei followed him slowly, his footsteps barely audible, "Liu Xiaoyong rented the house. After his death, the rental contract is no longer valid, so the landlord should rent the house again. out."

"Then Liu Xiaoyong's things will always be collected? His family? Will he tell his family about the idea of ​​'grave robbery'?" Jiang Yuan had a guess, "Eh, or his behavior of 'grave robbery' , Could it have something to do with taking pictures of Moon Tree?"

But until the end of this flight of stairs, Jiang Yuan didn't hear Shuobei's response.He couldn't help but stop and looked back. This man was standing upstairs, staring at him intently.

Obviously, Shuobei was still concerned about the previous conversation.

Jiang Yuan sighed, and said helplessly: "You know, sixty-year-old cat is a female cat. Many years ago, before it was neutered, it once had sex, meowing and meowing all day long, ups and downs, restrained and raised, Personally, I think the cry of sixty-sixth year is better than the one I heard just now."