Fei Du's expression seemed to be frozen by the outdoor temperature of minus five degrees Celsius at this time. After a long time of solidification, Luo Yiguo had already licked a little milk from the small plate and raised a big tail to rub his trouser legs. He woke up like a dream. With a light move, Luo Wenzhou seemed to have some mechanism on his hand like an iron hoop. He immediately let go and let him pull back his wrist.

Fei Du lowered his head and looked at Luo Yiguo, who had a big waist and a round waist, and then smiled: "It's true, it's so scary."

Luo Wenzhou's magma-like blood cooled slightly, and stopped uncontrollable left and right collisions, and gradually landed into a pile of thick volcanic ash.

He realized that the time he chose was wrong.

Ever since he put Fei Du by his side, he seemed to be always impatient and unable to help himself. The progress bar that had been thinking about before, he had become a wild dog that had run away from his reins. He couldn't help but touch him, and he couldn't help but talk too much and say extra words... more than one sentence.

In just a few days, he repeatedly "plans cannot keep up with changes". His original idea was full of loopholes and had become a rag that could not be sewn.

His unlucky parents who were tricking his son came and got into trouble again.

Perhaps the so-called "easy" given by age and experience is just an illusion. Many times, being able to be at ease is just a illusion after reading all the thousands of sails, you are cold, tired, and not moved.

Unfortunately, it is impossible to turn back when it reaches this point.

Luo Wenzhou felt that he really scared Fei Du, so he let out a lighter voice: "You just want to tell me this?"

Fei Du thought about it, took a few steps back, dragged a chair from the restaurant, and sat down. He supported his elbows on the dining table, pressed his fingers against his forehead, pressed his temples one after another, and said half-open and half-closed: "I think you know me better."

Luo Wenzhou: "Which aspect do I know more about you?"

"Of course not that," Fei Du joked casually. Seeing that Luo Wenzhou had no intention of supporting him, he stopped the joke, but his tiredness slowly floated up. Fei Du was silent for a while, "I remember you warned me more than once before, asking me to be more disciplined and not to experience your prison car one day."

"If I remember correctly, I apologized under the sky that day I was chasing Zhao Haochang." Luo Wenzhou took out the hot milk and pushed it up from one end of the dining table. The cup was accurately stopped in front of Fei Du, without sprinkling a drop. "Can you pour some other small pieces?"

Fei Du shut up briefly because he had a lot of thoughts in his heart for a moment, and was dazzled by the eyes. No matter how clever his tongue was, he didn't know where to start.

It took him a while before he looked up.

"No, you actually don't need to apologize. You are right. I didn't kill my father back then because of my limited ability. I couldn't do it. When you investigated Fei Chengyu, you found that another group of people were following him. It was indeed my man. I hired through some illegal channels. Later, you withdrew. All these people disappeared mysteriously overnight. They were doing gray business, and no one called the police. They ended up living without seeing anyone or dead without seeing the body. That was Fei Chengyu's warning to me. My wings were not strong enough to shake him. I stopped because of this, not a moral or legal constraint."

Luo Wenzhou's heart began to sink continuously: "So what?"

"Captain Luo, you have been working as a front-line detective for so many years. There are not a thousand or eight hundred perverts you have seen. You should believe your initial intuition. I am indeed the kind of person. I am indeed a 'that kind of person' - born with a defect in the brain, a sense of morality and responsibility below normal levels, abnormal secretion of dopamine and □□, and I cannot perceive normal joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and cannot establish a long-term and stable relationship with people... Maybe I can't even perceive what the so-called 'love' is."

Luo Wenzhou leaned against the wall next to the restaurant, and the clock kept walking above his head. This thing broke for a long time and was always unable to walk accurately. Fei Du opened it and repaired it again.

He heard this and said coldly: "I don't mean that to me. If you don't like me, you can say it clearly."

Fei Du opened his mouth for a moment and wanted to explain something, but he quickly held it back.

Luo Wenzhou's heavy "spends his life together" made him almost unable to breathe. His most instinctive reaction was to escape in panic and use all his strength to maintain his blonde demeanor.

He was like a wanderer trekking on thin ice in Weiyang for a long night, and did not know which invisible abyss cold pond the so-called "life" pointed to.

Fei Du was silent for a while, and finally just said dryly: "Sorry."

"Then why do you mess with me again and again?" Luo Wenzhou's voice was extremely low, as if his chest was covered with stones. The sound was squeezed out of the cracks of the stones, and every word was biting "crying", "I have warned you, rejected you many times, why do you still want-"

Fei Du looked indifferent and avoided his sight.

Luo Wenzhou stopped his mouth. He suddenly felt very boring. He was silent for a moment, exhaled heavily, strode towards the study and stumbled onto the door.

Luo Yiguo was startled by the earth-shaking sound of the door slam. He blew his hair with a "scream" and looked straight. He didn't know what the shoveler had. He blew the hair vigilantly for a while. Seeing that no one paid attention to it, he jogged over to Fei Du in confusion, jumped onto the dining table, and stared at Fei Du.

Fei Du seemed to be still, looking at it silently for a moment, his heart was filled with all its thoughts and his heart was silent again. His chest was empty, white, and his thoughts were silent.

After a while, he remembered for no reason what he said to fool Xia Xiaonan in the interrogation room of the Municipal Bureau for no reason - "You may never meet a boy who likes you so much in your life."

Feng Bin is like Luo Wenzhou is like an accident. A person's life can only be expected once.

In the future, it is precious to have a little memory in a lifetime that cannot be seen. Although the memory is a bit short.

But it doesn't matter, all the "memories" in the world are short.

Fei Du slowly reached out his hand to Luo Yiguo. Luo Yiguo instinctively raised his head back and dodged away. Then, it came over hesitantly and tentatively smelled Feidu's hand hanging in the air. After smelling it inside and out, it finally let go of its guard and lowered its head and rubbed it against his palm.

Fei Du's palm finally fell down carefully and pressed it on Luo Yiguo's oily back. He gently stroked it along the hair from the top of his head.

It turns out that cats are like this, with delicate hair and very soft, and different from plush products - the roots of the fine hair are warm, and when you put your hands on it, you can feel the long breathing and the gently struggling heartbeat.

It is a carefree little life.

Luo Yiguo squinted his eyes, gurgled in his throat for a moment, and shook his fluffy tail one after another, making a very sissy hum.

Fei Du lived with it peacefully for a moment, and Master Mao felt comfortable being served, so he put himself in a ball, closed his squinting eyes slowly, and went to bed on the spot.

Fei Du quietly withdrew his hand, put his cell phone on his shoulder, walked to the door of the study, and knocked three times: "Thank you for your care these days."

Luo Wenzhou ignored him.

Fei Du didn't stay for too long. He turned around and took off his coat and scarf from the clothes hanger in the entrance hall, and prepared to go out to find a nearby hotel to make do with it. Tomorrow, he would find a way to ask someone to clean his vacant apartment for a long time and move back home.

In the middle of the night, walking from the heated home into the cold winter night really took a little courage. Fei Du sighed, feeling that just thinking about it, his hands and feet were already chilling like conditioning.

However, just as he put on his coat and had no time to put his arm into his sleeve, the closed study door was suddenly lifted heavily from inside.

The unlucky Luo Yiguo just closed his eyes and was awakened by a gust of Li Feng passing by. He didn't know who would provoke whom. He screamed angrily, and he got into the second bedroom where Luo Wenzhou had been vacant for several days, refusing to come out.

Before Fei Du could turn around, he was suddenly pulled from behind. He staggered half a step out of defense, and the coat that Xuxu draped on his body fell to the ground.

Luo Wenzhou grabbed his scarf. In order not to become a hanged ghost on Christmas Eve, Fei Du had to retreat with his force, and Luo Wenzhou raised his hand to the narrow wall at the entrance.

"I'll ask you two things," Luo Wenzhou said with a deep face, "First, I don't like me, why do you insist on blocking me in front of me when Zheng Kaifeng's car explodes."

Fei Du: "I..."

Luo Wenzhou didn't listen to him at all: "Second, since you are a pervert who doesn't know how to love and hate, why do you have electric shock and vomiting equipment in the basement of your house? I have been a front-line detective for so many years, and there are no perverts I have seen, and I have never heard of who among them came in because they are keen to tossing themselves!"

Fei Du's pupils contracted sharply, and then he subconsciously started to move.

Suppressing him is no more difficult than suppressing Xiao Haiyang. Luo Wenzhou folded his arms behind him, pulled off the loose scarf on his neck, wrapped it three times in a few seconds, tied it tightly, and sneered coldly: "Mr. Fei, you lack exercise."

Fei Du was dragged into the living room by Luo Wenzhou and threw it on the sofa nearby. His long legs hit the coffee table. The plate of oranges prepared to entertain Luo Cheng and Mu Xiaoqing rolled to the ground, but no one cared about it.

Luo Wenzhou pulled away Fei Du's shirt that had to be carefully served by the dry cleaner. The unblocked buttons wiped his chin and fled in a hurry. Luo Wenzhou raised his hand and pressed Fei Du's chest. After all, this body is young, and its recovery ability is as strong as its metabolism. Many old scars are left with shallow traces, and some shallow shadows must be seen under the headlights.

"If you use a tattoo cover to cover, aren't you afraid of burning your internal organs? Are you afraid of accidentally dying silently in the empty basement of your house?" Luo Wenzhou looked down at him, "I went back from Hengai Hospital that day. If I hadn't dragged you out forcibly, what would you do?"

Fei Du has been with a group of playboys since he was a child. His shame is limited. It is no big deal to run naked when he is happy. However, at this time, Luo Wenzhou tore it open, but it seems that it is not just a shirt, but a skin wrapped around his flesh and blood. For the first time in his life, Fei Du felt an indescribable panic, and he bent his knees and hit him in a panic: "Let go—"

Luo Wenzhou did not dodge or dodge. After suffering this, his hard knees made a dull sound that hurts when they heard it. Fei Du froze and missed the opportunity to counterattack. He asked Luo Wenzhou to press his knees and forcefully separate them. The joints "cracked" sounded, and Fei Du subconsciously closed his eyes.

But the two of them were in a stalemate that seemed to indicate a violent treatment for a long time, but Luo Wenzhou did not touch a single hair of his hair.

"I really want to..." After a while, Luo Wenzhou sighed, lowered his head and kissed his dry lips gently, and whispered, "Dig out your heart and soul and look at it."

He said, let go of his clamp, lifted a thin blanket from the rocking chair next to the sofa, threw it on Fei Du, and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly: "It's too late, go and wash and go to bed. I'll go... back to my room..."

"That basement was Fei Chengyu's before," Fei Du said quietly without moving, "Fei Chengyu is a sadist. If my mother violates his 'rules', she will be dragged into the basement and punished."

Luo Wenzhou was stunned, his heart beat wildly, and he subconsciously held his breath. He took a few deep breaths before he calmed down his voice and asked softly: "What rules?"

"I can't explain it clearly, such as not being allowed to speak to outsiders - including nannies and cleaners, forbidding her from having eye contact with others, forbidding her to touch books and TV programs outside his allowed range... Her daily routine is fixed. She gets up at 7:30, goes to the dining table at 8:30, starts cleaning the vase at home and puts new flower arrangements at 8:30, and takes more than one minute to put them in the basement - electric shock is nothing, it is a very light method." Fei Du whispered, "Fei Chengyu believes that this is his way of expressing his love. You not only need to get a person's body, but also her spirit, put her whole person in a glass bottle, and let every branch grow with her heart, and this person belongs to him. He did not avoid me when doing these things. There is even a children's desk in his basement."

Luo Wenzhou's breathing suddenly became a little difficult: "Does he...have..."

"Has abused me?" Fei Du paused slightly, then said with a calm expression, "No, I am the heir, Fei Chengyu even thinks that I represent a part of him and will not do anything to me."

Luo Wenzhou's tight heart was slightly relieved, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked over gently and sat next to Fei Du.

"Since I became sensible, I always wanted to get rid of him, but I just wanted to do nothing - until she committed suicide." Fei Du whispered, "She was trapped in the devil's cage, with only an indifferent me around her. She had long-term deformity and abuse. Her mentality was abnormal. In addition to depression, there were deep symptoms of persecution. She believed that the air was full of probes that monitored her. Even when she was alone, she would never dare to say anything outside the "standard range". Fei Chengyu asked her to read me an hour before going to bed every night, so she spent two years carefully mixing what she wanted to say into those reading subjects, trying to repeatedly instill the concept of "freedom" in me... Maybe my reaction was too cold, right? After reading the last book, she finally showed me what it means to 'not be free, rather die'."

"I'm sorry," Fei Du said softly, "I actually knew from the beginning that she committed suicide. The reason why she insisted on not agreeing with the conclusion of suicide, and insisted on pestering you and forcing you to investigate repeatedly was actually to use you to cause trouble for Fei Chengyu and them."

Luo Wenzhou: "…them?"
Chapter completed!