The dining table was smashed by a Luo Wenzhou from the sky for no reason and the mountain was shaken. The tall red wine bottle was tragically damaged by unpredictable disaster. It fell down twice and smashed to pieces.

The strong and sweet aroma of wine smelled loudly and soaked the entire restaurant in it. The person who was so ignorant had to temporarily regain his mind and clean up the mess.

"Where are your shoes?" Luo Wenzhou asked first, and then remembered that when Fei Du was dragged all the way back to the living room by him, the slippers seemed to be thrown away. He was quite embarrassed, and he coughed dryly and waved his hand. While cleaning the glass fragments, he complained, "Don't stay away if you don't wear shoes... If you don't say anything, you'll chew it on your mouth. If you don't know what's wrong, you'll take advantage of me, a hooligan."

Fei Du retreated to the corner of the wall, glanced over Luo Wenzhou's tense back because he bent down, and hugged his arms in front of his chest: "I am not a hooligan, I am the son of a sadist. When I get sick in the future, I may not let you talk to others or go out alone with my friends. Your mobile phone and car are filled with tracking and location eavesdropping devices. Maybe I will lock you in the basement and not be seen. I wish I could eat you. Are you afraid?"

Luo Wenzhou wrapped the broken glass together and wrapped it into a soft and harmless ball with tape. After hearing this bold statement, he smiled happily: "You are the only one? Stop blowing - go get a rag."

Fei Du stared at him for a moment, bypassed the red wine soup all over the floor, picked up the rag to wipe the floor, and felt that the heart that had just been cut out was so empty, like a huge rock cracking, and countless secret, suppressed, twisted and deformed thoughts were all like little insects secretly emerging from the stone, running out in a mess, revealing their body that was invisible to the light.

Fei Du handed Luo Wenzhou the rag, but when he reached out to pick it up, he did not let go.

Luo Wenzhou looked up at him and saw the light refracting into Fei Du's glass-like eyes, and it seemed to be vaguely filled with warm vitality.

Then Fei Du pulled a piece of rag made of torn long-term pants and finally nodded and admitted: "Well, I like you."

The slutty mountain bike that was blown away all the time, the worn-out game console that had been with him, once hidden a kitten's drawer, the skewers with too much pepper, the annual flowers in the cemetery, and the sarcasm of each other countless times... Now when I think about it, those old things are like golden threads worn together, outlining a blurry outline from the heavy black fog of memory, reflecting his past and back.

Luo Wenzhou felt as if he had been waiting for this sentence since his life. He pursed his lips slightly without a smile, then suddenly pulled the rag without saying a word, swung it to the ground, stretched out his arms and rushed in the sink, and did not wipe it. He just grabbed Fei Du's waist, dragged him away.

It's just right if you don't wear shoes, so you won't be able to get rid of them again.

As for the restaurant floor with peach blossoms on its face... Anyway, the glass slag is cleaned up, so I don’t have to worry about Luo Yiguo coming to step on it, just do whatever else.

Luo Yiguo has a lot of things to do every day and has to get up three or four times a night. He has to patrol the territory and make up for a midnight snack. His trip is very busy. At the end of his short sleep today, Master Mao had just jumped out of the door of the second bedroom when he saw the door of the larger bedroom half open, and there was still light inside.

Its ears moved slightly, and took a small step to check what was going on in the territory, but was attracted by the strange smell in the restaurant in the middle. Luo Yiguo sniffed around the red liquid on the floor for several times, and couldn't help but lick the sticky claws. Generally, cats and dogs felt keen and feared smoking and drinking. Who knew that Comrade Luo Yiguo was gifted and actually a drunkard among cats. After licking it, he found that the smell was quite suitable, so he buried his head and tasted it.

Suddenly, it heard someone 'ah' in a short and unbearable way. Only then did Mao Ye remember his mission, he stretched his neck with difficulty and was about to follow the sound, but he just raised his legs and turned around. He walked a few steps left and right. He hit the edge of the sofa and lay down and stopped moving.

Christmas Eve, once a year, like an old candle wick, is always not long enough.

The water vapor absorbed on the glass window quietly condensed in the night, and a snow-white frost flower bloomed.

Fei Du didn't know which soul it was, and which soul was still in the subconscious mind. He couldn't tell the truth. He woke him up inexplicably in a trance of sleepiness. His consciousness suddenly rose and floated, and he was shocked before returning to his position. He opened his eyes but found that the bedside lamp was not turned off yet - Luo Wenzhou was staring at him.

Seeing that Fei Du was not sleeping soundly, Luo Wenzhou finally reluctantly turned off the faint light and kissed him gently on the forehead: "Go to sleep, I will go back to work overtime tomorrow, just rest, don't get up early with me."

"It's just like you can get up early..." Fei Du thought to himself, before he could say this mockery, the sleepiness that had returned from returning had gently swallowed him again.

He seemed to hear the faint sound of the piano. It seemed that a slightly thin woman was sitting in front of a clear window, with a large area of ​​sunlight falling on her, as if she wanted to melt her figure in. She pressed the keys in a slight way and played a somewhat unfamiliar tune.

The next day, the great team Luo really lived up to expectations, and was extremely happy and sad, and got up late again - because the alarm clock of the mobile phone was turned off at some point, and the artificial one did not call him.

Fei Du had already moved Luo Yiguo, who was hangover, back to the cat's nest, took a dozen wet wipes, cleaned the floor and cat's claws, and dressed neatly. While flipping through the news on his mobile phone, he returned the words last night in surprise: "Don't you let you rest? You don't have to wake up early with me, and you can't bear to call you."

Luo Wenzhou held his toothbrush in his mouth and compared his middle finger to him.

Mr. Fei happily watched how the arrogant man said the slap in the face, and then drove him to work tirelessly.

"By the way," Luo Wenzhou sat on the passenger seat, swallowed the last bite of the egg roll, and wiped his hands with a tissue. "I just remembered that the last 'Picture Album Plan' was launched thirteen years ago, the second year after Gu Zhao's accident. Will the album plan be related to him?"

"If Xiao Haiyang was telling the truth, if Gu Zhao was indeed chasing the problems that happened when Lu Guosheng, it would be very likely." Fei Du said, "'It's not just Lu Guosheng'. To me, it is very likely that he had tracked down Lu Guosheng's traces at that time and found other wanted criminals at his possible hiding place. The 'Louvre Museum' is very likely to be one of their dens."

"Well," Luo Wenzhou paused, and after a while, he said, "I'm just wondering something."

"Um?"

"Generally, except for some very special circumstances, when we investigate and collect evidence, we must at least have another colleague accompany us. The whereabouts of a wanted criminal are neither involved in internal personnel nor confidentiality. There is nothing that cannot be investigated openly. If Gu Zhao was framed, why would he be framed alone?"

Didn't anyone tell him before he went to the Louvre that day?

Or did he actually notify someone, but that person betrayed him?

Luo Wenzhou's eyes flashed with haze, then he changed his voice and asked again: "I haven't asked yet, how did you block Xiao Haiyang yesterday?"

"I didn't block him. He had a bunch of keys on his waist. When he walked, he was different from others. When I was about to go out, I heard him coming over. When your short conversation started, I saw Xiao Haiyang coming in with the water droplets on his hand. There weren't ten minutes before and after. He wouldn't have been so young and urinated frequently, right? There was no one at that time, and I thought something was wrong, so I hid in the place where the sanitary ware was placed for a while."

"Where is the place to put the sanitary ware?" Luo Wenzhou was stunned-no wonder Xiao Haiyang was unaware of anything, "Then how do you know his lock screen number?"

"Guess, once someone borrowed his office computer, and the password he reported was this," Fei Duman said carelessly, "Xiao Haiyang is a person with a strong sense of mission and strong obsession. He usually uses a number with special meaning as a password, and it is usually just one set - Tao Ran is relatively simple. His password, I guess, is basically a combination of birthdays, name or phone number; Xiao Qiao's work is work, plays, and there is a lot of separation between public and private, so the work computer password and private password are definitely not the same. I guess the passwords of her office computer and work account are office door number or police number, and it may also be a combination of the two."

Luo Wenzhou asked curiously: "Then guess what is my salary card password...why are you laughing at?"

Fei Du glanced at him: "Why should I guess the password for a bookmark if I'm fine?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

He felt inexplicably that he woke up and the treatment was "a day before liberation"! The one who kept saying "the sunset was red" and "it was better to sell fried dough sticks". The "old man"'s slut had been away for a long time, and now he has been back silently!

Sure enough, sweet words and considerateness are all pretending to coax people, all for coveting his body!

The streets are full of the atmosphere of the New Year approaching, and merchants are celebrating promotions. Christmas red and capitalized "Happy New Year" are filled with happy urban areas. The music of "Jinging Bells" and "Happy New Year" in the shop are sticking together without distinction, like a round of singing. A layer of shallow thin ice on the road has been shoveled away by early sanitation workers, and the car is very brisk - even if it is very painful to work overtime on Saturdays.

Whether it is the overtime content or the overtime itself.

Luo Wenzhou and Fei Du were talking all the way, but before his smile faded, he saw a middle-aged couple coming to the door of the office. Judging from his face and dress, the family might not be rich. The woman had freckles on her face, a sharp voice, a slightly fat man, with a little shoulder squid, and a grey briefcase with a gloomy face.

"No, our children say it, that's all nothing. The children in their class are ignorant and will spread rumors and spread rumors. They don't care about such a university. Our children are fine and never talk nonsense." The woman spoke quickly, and her sharp palms kept pushing and rejecting. "Comrade Police, don't listen to the wind and rain in the future. Call people to ask questions casually. How bad the impact is at work. If you don't know, you think we are having something to do!"

Tao Ran hurriedly chased out: "Can you let the child talk to us by himself..."

"I can't come to the Public Security Bureau, I have to come twice?" The woman's tone suddenly increased, causing an echo in the corridor. "That's a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, not a thief or a robber. She's still scared and sick now. If something happens, will the public compensate? What are you saying? Where are your leaders?"

Tao Ran opened his mouth, feeling that he was not easy to speak afterwards. Lang Qiao understood and hurriedly stepped forward and answered, "Sister, do you think she should go to the hospital for a check-up..."

"What to check? Why do you need to check?" The woman seemed to be angry by her words. She put her hands on her hips and stretched her neck two feet long, as if she was ready to grow a hard beak at any time, pecking a hole in Lang Qiao's head, "What do you mean? Hey, you are also a little girl, why are you swearing? What's the reputation you have spread? It's not you..."

The man had a gloomy face and pulled her next to him: "If you say nothing, you won't be there. Don't talk nonsense to them. Be busy, go."

While talking, the middle-aged couple had already rolled out like a gust of wind.

Tao Ran wiped his face and walked over helplessly, spread his hands at Luo Wenzhou: "See, that's it. Except for the irrelevant bystanders, they either just got a lawyer to argue with you, or they were just this attitude."

"This is not the parent of Liang Youjing, the girl who took the lead in bullying. I don't think she looks like a school director, or who is in their group?"

Tao Ran sighed: "That's Wang Xiao's parents."

Luo Wenzhou was a little surprised and then frowned again - Why is the parents of the victim even more anxious to leave the victim clearing him away than the parents of the perpetrator?

"Wang Xiao's side, the child answered a phone call and refused to show up. The parents denied that she had been abused at school and had a quarrel early in the morning. Lao Luo, if this is the case, it would be difficult to collect evidence."

If the matter in Yufen Middle School is to be decorated with peace, it can be said to be a small conflict between students. If it were not for Xia Xiaonan's explanation that Wang Xiao was dragged into the boy's dormitory, the criminal police of the Municipal Bureau would be very powerless to intervene - the beating of someone and you were not damaged. Even if it was damaged, the injury would not be identified now.

It is difficult to obtain evidence of personality insults. Even if the evidence is conclusive, you cannot use a group of half-aged children. At most, criticize and educate them, and then put those students back where they come from. Perhaps the parties involved have experienced persecution and fear like darkness, but based on the adult's legal yardstick, it is such a "small thing" that is so lightly.
Chapter completed!