There's a point in the team

As soon as he got in the car, Qingming's phone rang suddenly in his pocket. He didn't know if he was not in a good state of mind today, which really shocked him.He is used to not turning on the mute of the mobile phone, especially the vibration mode, and has almost never used this function on the mobile phone.For him, the vibration mode is just a superfluous decoration. The reason is very simple. Qingming's eardrums are very resistant to the "buzzing" sound from the vibration of the mobile phone.It's as if some people can't stand the screeching sound of metal rubbing against a hard surface, or the sound of fingernails scratching on a smooth surface such as glass or tile.

Looking at the caller ID, Qingming frowned slightly, Xing Zui started the car on his own.

Qingming leaned her body on the passenger seat,

"Hello, Uncle"

"How are you doing?" Qing Shengbang asked on the other end of the phone

"Very good, my colleagues take good care of me."

"Lang'er has returned to China, you should know."

"Well, he finished his credits ahead of schedule, that's why he came back."

After Qingming finished speaking, Fang felt that something was wrong, and only then realized that his subconscious seemed to be deliberately trying to explain something.

Qingming seemed to want to change the subject on purpose, and then asked: "By the way, uncle, you called me so late, is there something wrong?"

"There is indeed one thing. Recently, there was a murder case in Dangcheng. The victim in the case was Song Mingguo's son. I called to remind you that it is better for you to participate less in this case."

"Uncle, do you know Song Mingguo?"

"I'm a business partner with him, and we often deal with him, so I also know him. This time his son died, and he won't let it go easily. Song Mingguo is a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals... So I want to remind you. "

Although Qing Shengbang's tone was as cold and distant as usual, Qingming knew that he was worried about himself, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"We are indeed responsible for this case. It is impossible not to participate, uncle, don't worry, I... just want to do my own thing well."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and Qing Shengbang spoke again.

"If you have time, come back and have a look. Your parents' funeral is coming soon."

"I will"

Afterwards, Qing Shengbang hung up the phone.

The car was quiet for a long time, Xing Zui couldn't help turning his head to glance at Qingming, Qingming didn't speak for a long time, the car passed by a bright place, Xing Zui saw clearly the face of the person leaning on the co-pilot through a ray of light, at this moment Qingming was closing her eyes, as if falling asleep.Xing Zui raised the temperature inside the car, and the speed of the car slowed down, driving smoothly on the street under the night.

When he got home, Xing Zuo unbuckled his seat belt and reached out to wake up the person in the passenger seat.However, Qingming suddenly stretched out his hand, hooked his neck, and pressed his lips.At the beginning, I was a little shocked by the crime, but soon I turned my back on the guest, and the tip of my tongue climbed up...

The two ate in the car for a while... After Qingming's breathing became completely disordered, Xing Zui let him go.

Xing Zui suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently:

"With your lung capacity, you still want to play a sneak attack?"

Qingming smiled, obviously getting carried away, "Brother Xing, you have to admit that I got you with just this little lung capacity."

Xing Zui raised his hand and rubbed his head, it felt soft and he couldn't put it down.And after that, Qingming didn't know what happened suddenly, Lai refused to get out of the car, and wanted Xing Zui to give him a "princess hug"

Knowing that he wanted to be a demon, Xing Zui grabbed him by the collar and pulled Qingming out of the car without saying a word. He was simple and rude but didn't hurt him at all, and dragged the troubled ancestor home...

"I don't seem to have heard you talk about your family..."

Xing Zui suddenly asked, Qingming has been transferred to the bureau for some time, except for Qingming, no other relatives have come to see him, or go home.Just now Qingming was obviously alienated from the uncle on the other end of the phone, so Xun Gui couldn't help being curious. A person like Qingming is tactful but unsophisticated, and knows how to deal with people and things.Being able to teach such a living baby, Xing Zui is really curious about what kind of people his family is like.

Just as he asked about the crime, Qingming, who was still immersed in the kiss in the car just now, was startled for a moment, then smiled

"Brother, are you implying that I want to see my parents?"

"I just want to know more about you"

The crime was suddenly very serious, and he didn't respond with a joke like usual, making Qingming at a loss for words for a while.

Xing Zui waited for a while, seeing that Qingming hadn't spoken yet, he obviously avoided this topic and didn't want to talk about it.He doesn't know what happened between Qingming and his parents, nor does he know that Qingming and Dai Qingming are like brothers but there is obviously a sense of estrangement between Qingming and his uncle...

However, Xing Zui still remembers Qingming's madness out of control after being hacked by Shuiqiang's men at the pier... and the last time when he woke up in the middle of the night and ran into Qingming with an unusually pale face in the living room, he was not in a normal trance.

The crime is certain now, it is like the despair and helplessness of a lost person trapped in a quagmire, who can only let death slowly swallow him up bit by bit.What was it that caused Qingming, who was always sunny and careless, to show such a painful and gloomy expression, and even go berserk.

Criminal blamed his inner confusion on not knowing enough about Qingming.

The atmosphere seems to be a little stagnant...

"I grew up in my uncle's house, and my uncle is Qinglang's father. As for my parents... they died in an accident when I was young. Brother, I need some time, I...I will tell you everything about me, definitely I'll tell you, just not now. Because..."

Before Qingming could continue, Xing Zui rushed to speak: "I'll wait for you"

Xing Zui's palm subconsciously tightened a little, fearing that the hand in his palm would slip off.

Some things don't need to be said, the two of them are like a mirror to each other, the days are still very long, so take your time.

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Before going to bed, it was another difficult time.Qingming took the cold medicine that he sneaked to the pharmacy to buy during the day, and his eyelids fought with him again.But he refused to let them go as they wished, and insisted on not wanting to sleep.Seeing that Xing Zui was just hugging himself without any movement, Qingming admired Xing Zui's perseverance while doubting his own charm.

In the end, he couldn't help but hinted:

"Brother, why don't you do something else to me?"

"I owe it first, and I'll talk about it when you catch a cold."

Qingming didn't give up, and changed a roundabout tactic: "When this case is over, can I have a date with your boyfriend?"

"Um"

"Brother, I love you"

"I also"

Qingming looked at Xing Zui's face and closed his eyelids. The man's eyelashes were long and drooping, and he became more handsome as he looked.

"Am I not attractive in your eyes?"

Xing Zui suddenly turned around and switched sides, leaving his back to Qingming, trying to suppress someone's fiery gaze.Of the two people on the bed, one is suppressing the desire of the body and pretending to be calm... while the other is desperately acting like a demon.

"Is it okay to stop?"

After finishing speaking, the sound of criminal breathing became regular.It took Qingming to concentrate for a long time before he realized that he had fallen asleep.

You can see it, touch it, but don't eat it.Heh... man!

Qingming expressed helplessness.Soon, the brain and consciousness finally surrendered, and the medicine finally took effect, Qingming slowly closed his eyes.

About half an hour later, Xing Zui felt that the people around him were fast asleep, so he opened his eyes, quietly left the bed, got out of bed, and tucked in the quilt for Qing Ming.Finally, she kissed him between the eyebrows.

Coming out of the bedroom, Xing Zui went to the study room, turned on the computer, and took out the materials brought back from the bureau in advance from the file bag.Accidentally scanned Song Xinsheng's Facebook account, Xingzuo entered a URL into Google, entered the Facebook homepage and logged on to Song Xinsheng's account.

Song Xinsheng's Facebook status was last updated on the 100th of last month. Like most people's Facebook, it is just a daily routine. There are many people leaving comments on each post, with an average of more than [-] comments per post. , and some even had seven or eight hundred messages, but Song Xincheng never replied.

The mouse slid rhythmically over one post after another. At this moment, Criminal's attention fell on a video... that was a post released in October four years ago.Criminals clicked in, and in the video, a group of young people from different countries cheered together, and among them was a man and a woman.The young man has a gentle demeanor, holds a bouquet of red roses, kneels on one knee, and speaks fluent English. The camera suddenly zooms in and gives a close-up of the man's face. The man choked up several times, with tears in his eyes.Immediately afterwards, the camera turned to the girl on the opposite side. The girl had long hair and a white dress like a daffodil. She had fair skin, and even though the picture was not clear, she could feel the outstanding femininity.A few seconds later, the man stood up and hugged the girl into his arms.The man closed his eyes, as if embracing his own world.And the man in the video is Song Xinsheng in college.

Criminal crimes continued to scroll down, and they bottomed out after a while.

It's a bit unexpected, Song Xinsheng's Facebook page doesn't have a record of his extravagant life, let alone champagne beauties, luxury cars and villas.The record of Cui Jingfeng's previous investigation claimed that Song Xinsheng was emotionally indiscreet, and had affairs with his brother's girlfriend or employees.And his friend Ge Fei helped him to clarify a little bit, and judging from his Facebook activity, Song Xincheng didn't seem like an unbearable person.

But where there is no wind, there is no wave, so this contradiction seems to hide some kind of mystery.

Xing Zui withdrew from Song Xincheng's Facebook, and went to the web to search for information about Song Minguo.Song Minguo is well-known in the business circle, but he is very low-key.Criminal finally found a few videos related to him on the Internet, all of which were short shots taken by Song Minguo when he attended some charity activities.

At this time, Xing Zui remembered the words Song Minguo said in the bureau during the day:

"I will use my own method to tear the murderer into pieces"

If Song Minguo went to investigate, how would he investigate?

Criminal accidentally clicked on the last video. In the video, Song Minguo shook hands with several doctors in white coats one after another. After listening to the introduction, it turned out that Song Minguo funded and sponsored a hospital.

Criminals rummaged through a pile of documents. He asked Fang Lai to check Song Xinsheng's medical records, and finally found them, but there were very few records on the paper.It is impossible for a person not to get sick, so Song Xinsheng probably has his own personal doctor.

Criminal eyes sink,

The case seems to be getting more and more complicated.