There's a point in the team

After hanging up the phone, it took about an hour for Qingming to recover from the emotion just now, but at this moment, he felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He had already sat up from the bed, came to the window, and opened the window leisurely.The cold wind of the winter night was aggressive, unceremoniously sneaked into the room, and slapped his face, but it made him wake up a lot.The bangs rubbed into the eyes, and there was a dry pain immediately.The inside of the house is still dark, and it is the same color as the outside.

In the dark night of winter, without lights, it seems that the night has no end.

After a while, Qingming smiled wryly, he was clearly standing in his own home, how could he feel the pain of nostalgia for being in a foreign land?

Thinking that he would not be able to sleep at all tonight, Qingming simply walked out of the room.He was walking aimlessly. Apart from knowing that there was no obstacle in the road ahead, his mind was always in a state of emptiness.Fang stopped to look around until he was blocked by a door in front of him.

Then, with the faint moonlight coming in from a window in the corridor, he could clearly see the room facing him in front of him.Qingming approached the door one step at a time, touched the doorknob with his hand, and a bone-piercing coolness penetrated into the palm of his hand in an instant, making him, who was already a little cold, lose a bit of warmth from his body.

There was an inexplicable pressure in the heart, which accumulated in his chest, like the discomfort after the air pressure dropped sharply.A kind of discomfort that cannot be grasped or scratched.

On the other side of the door, there seems to be an enchantment, protecting this side, this self who is vain.And inside the door, there is a memory that made him miserable.

In the end is to go in?Still not going in?

After thinking for a while, Qingming still chose to go forward.However, at the same time, the demon sleeping in the darkest corner of the heart is gradually waking up...

With a click, the door opened.Qingming touched the switch on the wall, and the moment it was turned on, the darkness in the room was completely driven away, and the cold, temperatureless light was refilled.

This used to be the parents' room, but the big bed that was originally placed in the corner was gone, replaced by a row of cabinets.Qingming couldn't remember when this room was changed, but once he entered, this room still made him feel uncomfortable.

The eye falls on a row of closets with lots of framed pictures.The photos are kept intact in the photo frame, without any trace of fading, and the brand new ones seem to have been taken yesterday.

Qingming looked at these photos, and each of the sealed memories suddenly appeared in his mind as if he had pressed the play button, but he played a tricky game... The incomplete reappearance only revealed the essence of the story The tip of the iceberg, to be discovered by himself.

Qingming thinks that the reason why people take pictures is to record the beautiful moments, and to open the photo album again after many years, so that they can still think of the joy they once had, and better remember the happy times in the past.

These photos were taken when Qingming's mother was still alive, and parents can be found in most of the photos.Qingming's mother is an intellectual and virtuous woman. In Qingming's memory, she often picks up the camera and presses the shutter inadvertently.This mother is afraid of missing every beautiful moment of her son.But her actions will always remain in Qingming's memory, and it is easy to remember.

Qingming raised her hand, and her fingertips rested on her mother's bright smiling face, her heart suddenly seemed to be grabbed by something... Such a smile can only appear in photos.

Just as Qingming fell into the quagmire of pain, another photo in the corner instantly grabbed his attention.In the photo, a man in a white shirt is holding an eight-year-old boy by the hand.Needless to say, that boy must be himself, but Qingming's impression of this man is somewhat vague.

He picked up the photo frame and looked closely at it for a moment.He suddenly discovered that the more he looked at the man, the more familiar he looked, especially what Qingming cared about was his eyes, which were familiar yet strange.

Since he appeared in the photo, there must be some kind of relationship between this man and his parents... Qingming thought to himself, replaying the appearance of the man in the photo over and over in his mind, trying to think of any clues about the man's identity.

The man is tall and tall. Due to the pixelation, the man's face is somewhat blurred, but he is handsome.Looking at myself again, being held by a man, there is no timidity or fear on my face, and I am even very happy.

Qingming tried to piece together sporadic pictures with limited memory...

At this time, a string in my mind seemed to be plucked by an unknown force.

— Uncle Yin.

With the appearance of this title, some broken pictures came into my mind one after another. Without exception, they were all about me in my childhood, with this man whom I affectionately called "Uncle Yin". Interactive screen.

so what?The happiness that originally belonged to him was destroyed by a few hands on that day 15 years ago, and there was nothing left.Qingming has already forgotten it, why can I still remember it.In an instant, Qingming seemed to be a different person, her delicate and pale face did not show the usual gentle appearance at all, replaced by a cold and sinister look, the scarlet eyes were filled with a strong desire to destroy.

Qingming put down the photo frame and took a few steps back. At this moment, there was a whimpering sound, which was the sound of a child sobbing.Qingming turned around abruptly, looking for the place where the sound came from in great horror, his eyes were occupied by a wave of extreme fear.Since Qingming entered this room, he has become a puppet.In this room of less than thirty square meters, everything seemed to be manipulating him, bit by bit, breaking his memory back to an unhealthy track, completely ignoring his feelings.That feeling was like dismantling his originally intact limbs alive, and then assembling them together with some strange rules.

Qingming's rationality has long been submerged in the intermittent crying just now, and he still found it at last.The sound came from the bottom of the cabinet not far away.Qingming raised his feet with difficulty, and walked to the cabinet step by step. He squatted down, and the joints of his whole body made creaking sounds.Tremblingly, he stretched out his hand towards the cabinet door, and opened it abruptly.

A boy curled up in the darkness of the cabinet, Qingming looked at him blankly, as if looking at himself.At this time, the "boy" suddenly raised his head, tears were still in his dark pupils, but the moment the "boy" and Qingming looked at each other, his face suddenly twisted and he started to laugh.

While sobbing, the boy opened his mouth and said to him, "You're still back."

The fear in the bottom of his eyes dissipated in an instant, and they were once again stained with a layer of ruthlessness.Qingming maintained the action just now, and looked at the "boy" coldly.

The "boy" ignored him, and continued: "Why do you pretend to be happy, obviously you can't forget it."

"There..." said, "the boy" pointed to a place, and Qingming took advantage of the trend to look over.

"Mum and Dad died there, remember?"

"While they were laughing, they stabbed their parents one after another... There was a lot of blood, didn't you see it too, right here, you saw it all..."

The "boy" continued to speak, at this moment, Qingming desperately searched for a thread to connect these terrible memories together.At the same time, his body seemed to be forcibly cut open with an axe, and his soul was crumbling under the bloody skin and flesh.Qingming knew that it was coming again - the demon tormenting him was stabbing his heart fiercely, wanting to tear him apart.

It has always been cruel and cold, and it never even gave itself the right to cry bitterly.

"Boy" continued talking to himself.

"Only one day..." Afterwards, the "boy" repeated this sentence, like a repeater, his voice was like a ghost, in Qingming's ear, repeating it over and over again.

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On the other side, Xing Zui returned home from get off work, opened the refrigerator, and saw a pack of leftover dumplings.The dumplings were bought at the convenience store with Qingming that day.I don't know if it's been too long, it's obviously the same brand, the same packaging, and the same taste, but Xing Zui always feels that the dumplings are not as good as the dumplings from the night before.

He simply fed all the rest to the trash can, and came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, when the doorbell rang suddenly.

The door opened, and Mu Sen was standing outside the door holding a case of beer. The moment he saw the crime, he immediately showed a harmless smile.

"Boss Xing, how about giving me some face to drink with me?"

Criminals are inexplicably depressed, and Mu Sen's arrival is neither unexpected nor surprising.With a blank expression on his face, he "invited" people into the house.So the two "lonely people" got together temporarily, drinking pure water under the guise of drinking, but actually drinking pure water for crimes, listening to Mu Sen pouring bitter water with empty ears.

Seeing that Xing Zui refused to reward him and accompany him so that he would not get drunk or return, Mu Sen asked unkindly: "Where is your child?" Asking, he also pretended to look around the room, pretending to be looking for someone.

Xing Zui replied indifferently: "I'm back to my mother's house."

"Go back alone? Why didn't you take me with you?" Mu Sen continued to poke at his sore spot.

"Take me...to check in."

"Tsk tsk... It seems that your children don't take you seriously, so I won't take you to meet their parents."

Xing Zui's eyes sank, and it took him a long time to say: "They're all gone."

Mu Sen didn't understand what he meant, "Not here? Who is gone?"

"His parents are gone,"

Hearing this, Mu Sen took a resentful look at Xing Zui, and saw a faint melancholy on his brows at some point.

Xing Zui leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with deep and cold eyes, his eyes seemed to be in a free state, but they seemed to have entered a world in his heart.Mu Sen looked a little lost, he had never seen such a crime.

That used to be a crime that was always reticent when it came to love.As the captain of the criminal police, he has always been a criminal who is invulnerable and invulnerable.That criminal crime that is always unpredictable, seemingly unattainable, but gentle and kind to the bone.

At this moment, the soul of Xing Zuo seemed to be taken away by someone.Needless to say, he knew that the bastard who took his soul away was Xiao Ming's classmate—Qing Ming.

"Knowing that your child is good, you don't have to act so lost."

Xing Zui gently pinched the corner of the sofa with one hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "He often seems to be careless, but he is actually a very smart person. If you want to talk about his background, he is actually an ordinary person. Child. Sometimes, he is as thoughtful as a pinhole, and sometimes he is heartless. If you see his wound, he will spread it out for you to see enough. In fact, he secretly covers the deeper wound on his body to Just in case you see it...it won't do if it makes people feel distressed."

Mu Sen listened quietly to what he said, and the look on his face gradually dimmed. He picked up the wine and drank it down his throat.Seeing him drinking so hard, Xing Zui frowned and asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"

"Hey, you are finally willing to look at me. If I have nothing to worry about, I will come to you for drinking with a toothache? The result..."

Xing Zui looked at him with raised eyebrows, waiting for his next words.

"In the end, you were alone, refusing to drink a drop of wine, talking too much like a gun barrel. Why didn't I see you have such a virtue?"

Criminals teased: "Isn't this kind of virtue bad? It's what people in love come with. It's what you and other old leftover dogs covet, and you can only hope that you can't match it."

Mu Sen nodded embarrassingly, "I'm still more used to your doggy face."

Criminal laughed silently, "When did you switch to masochism?"

"Since you and your child got married and left me alone, I can't find anyone to accompany me even if I want to drink. I'll tell you something, will you listen?"

Criminals close their eyes, "don't listen"

"I still want to say," he said, his eyes gliding around Xing Zui's face.As if hesitating and embarrassed, he hesitated for a long time but didn't utter a word.

"I'll go to bed first," Xing Zui said, and wanted to get up from the sofa, but Mu Sen quickly stopped his movements.

Mu Sen didn't look tall and strong, but he was very strong, and he couldn't stand up again without using some strength.Mu Sen narrowed his peach blossom eyes tightly, but stopped talking.It has to be said that Mu Sen has a good skin. Usually, he would apply a mask and do maintenance when he has nothing to do, so his skin is very good. Coupled with his personal temperament, he exudes a feminine beauty in his bones.There is a word, which is perfect for him-monstrous evildoer.

Xing Zui didn't bother to leave again, and seemed to cooperate to maintain the posture just now, and continued to lean on the sofa and close his eyes to rest.

"If you fart, let it go, it will hurt you if you hold it in."

"I...I wanted to ask you for a drink yesterday, but you refused later. Hey, blame me, I never thought you would be a pervert. I bought wine and drove to go back alone Drink, but I ran into Fang Xiaolai on the road, so I parked the car on the side of the road and ran up to greet him, I..."

Criminal suddenly interrupted him, "Say the point"

Mu Sen picked at the beer can for a while, and then said: "Didn't I hear you say that Fang Xiaolai lives alone, and then I thought, Fangzheng is alone, and I am alone, and I lack A drinker... Bah, a drinker with me..."

"And you threw an olive branch at him?"

"That's right, it's too embarrassing to be alone during Chinese New Year. I'm also thinking about him..."

"What's next?"

"Then I went to his house,"

"Do you know hypnotism?"

Mu Senhu asked, "What do you mean?"

"Fang Lai doesn't drink, and he doesn't like people getting close to him. He can let you into his house. If it's not hypnotized by you, what is it?"

Mu Sen punched him, from now on you don't talk.Then he continued: "Later I drank at his house, and I kept encouraging him to drink. In fact, I know that Fang Xiao said that he is allergic to alcohol is pure nonsense. Don't ask me why I know this... .”

"I didn't intend to ask you," the criminal and appropriate interjected

"Maybe he was really in a bad mood. He really drank it, and after a few sips, his face was even redder than Dongfanghong. Later we chatted casually, and I chatted until my parents forced me to drink. I went on a blind date, but Fang Xiaolai burst into tears..."

I don't know when criminals opened their eyes...

"I was completely stunned at the time, my mind was blank, and I was at a loss. You know, I have never encountered a scene that made me so flustered at this age. I thought about it, but I didn't say anything , why did he suddenly cry." Saying this, Mu Sen took a sip of his wine.

"Maybe there was shit in my head at the time, and I forgot about it... I dissected his father back then... I didn't remember it for a while..." Mu Sen's voice faded a little, An imperceptible color of pain melted between his brows.

"I actually forgot that he has no father, and his only relative is his mother, and he is locked up in a mental hospital. I didn't care about his feelings at all, and said some stupid things in front of him."

At this time, Xing Zui asked him: "Why do you care about his feelings?"

Mu Sen never expected that Xing Gui would ask him such a question, and he couldn't find the answer in his mind for a while.

After a long silence, Mu Sen said quietly:

"I kissed him"

Xing Zui looked at Mu Sen indifferently, and saw that his face was covered by an indescribable expression at this moment.That expression was like that of a lost lamb, repenting for the heinous crimes he had committed.

"and then?"

As if he had struggled with his heart ten thousand times, Mu Sen finally opened his mouth with difficulty, "I... I even stuck out my tongue."

Xing Zui asked, "Are you human?"

Mu Sen slumped on the sofa and sighed deeply. "I admit, I'm not human. But... I was... I looked at him, I saw him cry... I felt like I had been poisoned... I just... I couldn't help thinking Go kiss him...I really, really didn't mean to."

"Didn't you stick out your tongue on purpose?"

Mu Sen looked at him innocently, "Isn't that how kissing is done on TV?" As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue.

Criminal looked disgusted and looked away.

"You came here today just to tell me this?"

Seeing his calm expression after listening, Mu Sen was extremely unbalanced.If you think about it, he lost sleep last night because of this matter, and in the morning he used facial cleanser as toothpaste and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Can't you see that I'm in pain right now?"

Xing Zui said indifferently: "Why the pain? Could it be that Fang Lai is chasing you?"

"That's not true. When I kissed him, he didn't refuse. But after everyone sobered up and realized their actions, they tacitly didn't say much."

Criminal sighed, "Don't use being drunk as an excuse, alcohol can temporarily paralyze people's consciousness, but I've never heard of it, it can also make people's lips touch another person's lips, you Think your lips are magnets?"

Mu Sen lowered his head and stopped talking.As soon as he recalled the inexplicable kiss yesterday, his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.For the first time, he felt that a man's lips would still be so soft... The two people's disordered breath, their respective hands did not know where to place their hands, and Fang Lai's jerky response... Thinking of this, Mu Sen's old face It turned out to be popular once in a thousand years?

There is one point that Mu Sen is not ashamed to mention to the criminal.In fact, the kiss he gave Fang Lai was his first kiss.That's right, although our Muda forensic doctor looks like a merciless playboy on the outside, he is actually a pure man in his heart.

Whether it is a crime or Musen, we can learn one thing from them: Never judge people by their appearance!Because you never know, in addition to sheep's clothing, wolves can also wear dog skins, pig skins, and even watermelon skins.

Xing Zui asked, "Then what are your plans?"

Mu Sen said softly: "I can have any plans, now I can only pray that Fang Xiao will forget about it after a few days."

"No matter what happens, follow your heart."

After finishing speaking, Xing Zui got up from the sofa and walked towards the entrance.

"where are you going?"

Criminal put on his coat and didn't respond to him.

Mu Sen thought to himself, "Damn it, you're not looking for Fang Xiao!"

Xing Zui turned around and glanced at him faintly.

"Find my wife"

After saying a few words, he turned his head and went out the door, completely ignoring the reaction of the people behind him.