To give an inappropriate example, Luo Wenzhou's mental state at this time is about the same as Zhao Haochang when he first heard that his secret in a "Fengqing Winery" was discovered.

He was like being struck by lightning, and he was caught with the "stolen" of people - the reunited little white flowers are still stretching their branches in the rain.

Luo Wenzhou defended himself with a stuttering statement: "I...uh...what...I'm actually just here to take a look."

If you follow this route, the great Luo team may want to escape from North Korea.

Without Fei Du's sarcasm, Luo Wenzhou himself also realized that this sentence was very indifferent to "Zhang Donglai's style".

At this moment, not to mention that his skin was just the thickness of the mortal body, even if he borrowed the Great Wall to make his face, he could not stop Fei Du's invisible sight. Luo Wenzhou panicked and avoided his sight, responded a few words, and immediately planned to apply oil under his feet and simply leave.

"You guys talk," said Luo Wenzhou, "I have to go to work tomorrow, I'll leave first."

He said, taking a big step, he was about to rush into the rain. Before he could feel the "moisturization" of nature, the next moment, the big black umbrella followed him like a shadow.

Fei Du's steps did not move, but just stretched out his arms slightly, and half of his shoulder was soon wet by the heavy rain, forming a layer of mist that seemed to be there and not yet existed on his body.

Then he asked quietly: "So you put this flower?"

For seven years, Fei Du would come to the cemetery around every death day. Sometimes he would postpone it a little, and often encounter a cluster of poorly tasted little white flowers. The cemetery was crowded every day, and the management was also very loose. After asking, I couldn't tell why.

It seems that there is no malicious intention, and Fei Du doesn't plan to be too serious. He just considers many possibilities, but he just doesn't expect it to be Luo Wenzhou.

Luo Wenzhou said "um" awkwardly, and then said with a look around and said, "I've come here, just bring some of it-you...what, haven't you left?"

Fei Duyeng stared at him with even more meaningful gaze and asked back: "How do you know I'm leaving?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Very well, he felt that his mental state was approaching Zhao Haochang when he was talking.

Fei Du put a heavy umbrella into his hand in a dignified manner, bent down and picked up the soft scarf falling beside the tombstone: "I forgot to take this away."

Luo Wenzhou was entrusted by the young master with an important task of holding an umbrella, and he was not allowed to leave for a while, and he was embarrassed to stay. He had to follow Fei Du and glance around with his eyes pretending to appreciate the scenery.

The neatly arranged tomb owners around him, either solemn or solemn portraits, all of whom looked at him. The rain in the distance connected the gray sky with the hills in the suburbs, and the squirrels in the mountains also drilled back into the tree holes to express their doors to the guests. Luo Wenzhou's eyes fell and circled for a while, and finally he could only accept his fate and landed in the small space opened by the black umbrella, Fei Du, the only living creature.

Luo Wenzhou was surprised to find that as long as the living creature dissatisfied with the word "relatives" and despised the moral king's law, it turned out to be a tall and flat man with a tall figure. His dark gray shirt was ironed and straight, with a small piece wet, close to his waist, looking through the eyes of "male", it was almost "hued" and very pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly, Fei Du turned around, Luo Wenzhou could not dodge, his eyes collided with him, and Luo Wenzhou's breathing could not help but stagnate. However, he quickly came to his senses and pulled his soul that had been temporarily astrayed. He coughed lightly: "Is it okay to talk to you for a few words?"

Fei Du finally showed Luo Wenzhou's familiar smile on his face: "Captain Luo, are you so familiar with anyone?"

This long-lost mockery finally broke the tense atmosphere just now. Luo Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched out his finger and pointed to the small steps under the stone tombstone: "Let's wait a moment, I have to go down the mountain first when I go back. It's easy to get into danger when the heavy rain."

Fei Du sat down on the small stone steps without hesitation.

Luo Wenzhou held the heavy carbon umbrella and felt that his shape was like a blooming mushroom. He turned around and bowed slightly to the woman on the tombstone, and sat side by side next to Fei Du.

Fei Du gives people - at least Luo Wenzhou's feeling, often like the metal-framed glasses he occasionally puts on the bridge of his nose. They seem very exquisite, but in fact there is a silence of inhumane coldness.

However, at this time, trapped under an umbrella, he was surprised to find that the person's body temperature was not low.

The rain fell in a blink of an eye, the heat silenced, disappeared, and the damp coolness hit the face, reflecting the warmth of the person next to him.

"I'll come here occasionally," Luo Wenzhou spoke first, "This is the first murder case I've ever dealt with."

Fei Du: "So I was impressed?"

"Well," Luo Wenzhou nodded briefly, was silent for a while, and then said, "But I'm not impressed by your mother."

Fei Du said without caring much: "I haven't seen any kind of body of Team Luo before, of course..."

Luo Wenzhou: "I can never forget you."

Fei Du's voice suddenly paused and almost choked by him. He looked back at Luo Wenzhou in shock, suspecting that he had taken the wrong medicine.

Luo Wenzhou didn't notice that he said something quite ambiguous. His slightly calloused fingers slowly stroked the carbon umbrella handle, stared at the flat bluestone slab in front of him and said, "I remember that the weather was not good that day. Tao Ran and I called the senior and rushed to your house desperately. Because the situation was unclear, we were afraid that if it was a case of murdering money and the murderer did not go far and you refused to leave, what danger would a child encounter there."

Fei Du seemed a little moved, and he looked like he was squeaking.

"When you arrived, you were sitting on the stone steps at the entrance of your yard in this position," Luo Wenzhou said, "and then he heard the sound of footsteps and looked up at us. I could not forget that look."

It was a pair of clear and almost straight-forward eyes, as if suppressing many unannounced calls for help and hopes - although the boy's attitude was restrained and restrained at the time.

"You remind me of a story my master once told."

"That was when he was young. You shouldn't have been born yet. There was a case of missing children at that time. Several children were lost, all of whom were young girls around ten years old. After school, they should go home and never go home. They just disappeared without anyone knowing it. At that time, our criminal investigation skills and level were limited. DNA basically didn't know what it was. Determining the identity of the deceased was all based on blood type and family members to provide the characteristics of the victim. The case finally became a unsolved case. None of the six missing girls were found. The father of one of the victims could not bear the stimulation and collapsed. Later, his spirit was not normal."

Fei Du didn't interrupt and sat quietly next to him and listened.

"He ran back and forth to the bureau hundreds of times, without any result. There was more than one case, and it was not a breakthrough for a long time. Everyone's vision must be changed. So he sent a more versatile old detective to send this entangled father. That person was my master. After having contacted him for too much, my master pity him and sometimes advised him to look forward. If he really couldn't get over the hurdle of the child, it would be better to have another one while he was young. He didn't listen and no one helped him check, so he checked by himself. Several months later, one day, he suddenly appeared and grabbed my master and said that he had found the suspect."

Luo Wenzhou said this and paused, turning his head to look at Fei Du's eyes.

Fei Du's eyes had completely grown, and the shape was still the same as when he was a teenager, but the inside was very different. His eyes began to become lazy and his eyes were always half open. Sometimes he smiled politely at others, but in fact his eyes were not focused, and he was full of carelessness. His stubborn, clear and even paranoid eyes were gone, and there was no trace left.

They seem to exist only in Luo Wenzhou's heart, and they are an illusion of his own self-indulgence.

He stared at Fei Du for too long, and Fei Du couldn't help feeling disgusted with him, and his eyes swept across Luo Wenzhou's nose and lips with malicious intentions. Fei Du lowered his voice and said, "Captain Luo, please don't pretend to be pure at the age of your hand. Don't you know that this behavior of staring at people for a long time is usually asking for a kiss?"

Luo Wenzhou has experienced many battles and is not so easily disgusted. He came back to his senses and fought back without changing his expression: "Don't worry, I can't get you on your head, little boy."

The two of them felt a war was brewing at the same time, but Tao Ran was not mediating here. The rain was everywhere, and they both had only an umbrella and had no place to hide. They had to take out their rationality and take a step back tolerantly - at the same time, they turned their heads and shut up.

After a long time, Fei Du raised his eyebrows gently and said impatiently: "What does it have to do with me when I lose my child's case?"

"My master described his eyes to me at that time, saying that his father's eyes were like a cold cave, with two balls of fiery desires burning his soul - when I saw you, I somehow remembered his words."

After hearing this, Fei Du raised his long eyebrows that had entered his temples high and sneered: "You, either you have bad eyes or you have too rich imagination. Then what?"

"He identified a well-known middle school teacher. He was a well-known good man. He had won the charity award for helping others and worked as a model worker." Luo Wenzhou said, "Although he felt a little crazy, my master still checked as he said."

Fei Du: "Privately?"

"That's the teacher. If there are rumors, even if he is innocent, his life will be over. My master will only dare to investigate privately. After a long time of investigation, I didn't find anything. My master even more suspected that the father had a mental problem. The two of them left unhappily, and my master never cared about it. But soon... a murder case broke out. The father stabbed the teacher he suspected to have to death with a watermelon knife."

Fei Du said "Ha": "Don't worry, I will definitely not stab anyone. Buying evil is our style."

Luo Wenzhou ignored his provocation: "The most terrifying thing is that when they investigated the deceased, they found the missing girl's clothes and a little girl in a coma from his basement."

After Luo Wenzhou said a little pause. With the rain, he breathed a long breath gently, remembering the old detective repeatedly reminding him: "If someone looks at you with that look, it means that he has expectations for you. No matter what the result is, don't let that expectation down."

Fei Du heard this urban legendary story without any touch. He just asked curiously: "Do you still have a master?"

"When I first entered the industry, I took us with me," said Luo Wenzhou. "I wonder if Tao Ran had ever mentioned to you that he died when he arrested criminals a few years ago."

Fei Du hesitated for a while, frowned and thought: "Did you three years ago?"

"How do you know?"

"Because I don't have any impression," said Fei Du. "My father had just had an accident three years ago, and it happened to be when I was in trouble with all kinds of things. I didn't contact Tao Ran much during that period."

When Luo Wenzhou heard this, he suddenly didn't know which muscle was wrong in his heart and asked, "Do you really like Tao Ran?"

Fei Du's sitting posture was very relaxed, his legs were overlapping, his fingers were placed on his knees, and he bent his eyes when he heard the sound, and asked teasingly: "Why, Tao Ran is ready to find someone to get married, do you still want to fight me?"

Luo Wenzhou was a little helpless, then shook his head and smiled. Suddenly, he felt that they had a smile to eliminate grudges. He was touching the cigarette box in his arms unconsciously, and then endured the impulse back with difficulty. Fei Du next to him spoke: "Go ahead."

Luo Wenzhou said: "Aren't you pharyngitis?"

Fei Du shrugged: "No, I just find a little trouble and won't let you feel comfortable."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Sure enough, he's still a bastard!

He couldn't help but stretch out his fist and gave Fei Du a moment. Unexpectedly, Fei Du was a true gentleman who practiced "no action". He was attacked suddenly on his shoulders. His elegant and relaxed sitting posture was balanced and lost. His long legs were raised and fell down. Fei Du hurriedly reached out to support the ground, and was wiped with a messy mud.

Not only did Luo Wenzhou not apologize, he also seemed to think it was quite fun and laughed heartlessly beside him.

Fei Du: "…"

This barbarian!

The two of them stayed together for a long time without any trouble. Seeing that the rain was gradually fading, Luo Wenzhou returned the umbrella to Fei Du: "The new house of Taoran has been renovated. We will move this week. Let's go back and sit together."

Fei Du said nothing and glanced at him expressionlessly. Luo Wenzhou felt that he was very similar to Luo Yiguo. He was both the kind of "looking at the world with mad dogs, and I am alone and noble". He found new fun for a moment. While laughing, he couldn't help but rush into the drizzle with his head in his arms.

At this point, the resentment seemed to be gone, and the truth seemed to be revealed.

The follow-up work was busy but not messy. Based on the testimony of Wang Hongliang and others, the police completely ruled out the possibility of He Zhongyi's involvement in drug use. The mysterious text message finally failed to find the exact source. So, along with the two pinhole cameras found nearby, it was identified as the "movie champion" Zhao Haochang.

Although he refused to admit it.

Ma Xiaowei was detained for a few days, and together with Wu Xuechun and others, he was sent to a drug rehabilitation center, preparing to strive to make a new life.

Luo Wenzhou personally took them into the car. Before leaving, Wu Xuechun looked at him deeply. Luo Wenzhou nodded at her and then touched Ma Xiaowei's buzz cut that looked like a kiwi fruit: "I will survive the disaster, and I will be fine in the future."

The car left in the dust. Luo Wenzhou smoked a cigarette by the side of the road, sighed alone, and temporarily swallowed two thorns in his heart that were like a thorn in his throat - is Chen Zhen's death as Huang Jinglian said, just an accident?

And how did the black car driver who always had a distrust, and under Wang Hongliang's strict defense, successfully expose the shoddy report letter to the municipal bureau?

Isn’t he afraid of the city bureau and those people, snakes and rats?

With Chen Zhen's death, these things finally cannot be traced back.

Ma Xiaowei, who left, used his scalp to record the temperature in the palm of the young detective, sat silently in the car, looking at the billboards that were quickly retreating on both sides of the road.

When waiting for the red light, a not-stunningly beautiful car parked next to it. The window flashed and slowly shook underground. A mobile phone screen flashed in the gap wide of two fingers, and a film was pasted on it to prevent peeping on both sides. Only from Ma Xiaowei's perspective can you see the line of words on it clearly, which says - You are doing well.

Ma Xiaowei opened his eyes wide and shivered. Before he could see the hand holding his cell phone, the car window had closed and he walked separately from him at the intersection ahead.

A week later, Fei Du bid farewell to his years of psychological treatment, and Tao Ran finally gained a foundation in the city and moved into a new home. A large group of colleagues and friends went to "give him a house" in a lively manner.
To be continued...