The colorful mixture on the ground emitted an indescribably pungent smell, a situation that was actually very pediatric for Qiu Lan. After all, in the past years of forensic work, more disgusting situations than this abound.

It's just a little vomit, at least it belongs to a living person. The surrounding environment is also very safe, there is no bloodstain, no murder weapon, and of course, Li Shanghan is accompanied by him.

For Qiu Lan, this can basically be regarded as a heavenly situation.

On the other side, in Li Shanghan's opinion, this place is simply hell.

The beige carpet is warmly colored by the yellow light. Looking out the window, there are thousands of lights that can cover the entire city. The wallpaper is elegant gray, the light is not bright to the point of blindness, not so dim that it is drowsy.

Everything seemed beautiful, except for the disgusting sour smell that permeated the air.

And, of course, a puddle of orange-yellow unidentified material on the ground.

has a habit of cleanliness, and a little stain or unknown smell will make Li Shanghan feel uncomfortable. Now, he feels like a rat that has fallen into a beggar's den. It smells foul from head to toe.

This is absolutely unbearable for him.

Li Shanghan first opened all the windows of the apartment to the maximum, and then adjusted the central air conditioning to the maximum wind.

But it still can't blow away the disgusting smell that keeps emitting.

His brows were furrowed, and heavy lines were twisted in the center of his forehead, if anyone else, or if Wei Chizheng had a trace of sanity, they would be forced to retreat three feet and run away by the cold aura emanating from his body.

However, this kind of cold air does not affect Qiu Lan.

"You take that towel and twist it around, do you want to twist it into a twisted rope?

"No, I can do it. Li Shanghan listened, and the lines in his eyebrows deepened, but he gritted his teeth and went to clean up.

What are you kidding, why should he take care of another man, why should he take care of another man!

However, this mess still needs to be cleaned up, so let's do it yourself.

The stomach was tumbling for a while, Li Shanghan endured it, and slowly walked to the pile of vomit, and before he could figure out how to clean it up, he could only cover the towel on it first, temporarily blocking the spread of the sour smell.

Although he doesn't often do housework, he has a smart brain. There is a large trash can in the living room. Li Shanghan used the trash can to clasp the stains covered by the towel, and then rolled up the small piece of carpet directly and stuffed it into the trash can.

Finally, dispose of the carpet along with the trash can at the garbage collection point in the apartment.

Thankfully, after cleaning up like this, coupled with the strong ventilation of the central air conditioning around and the apartment, there was finally no smell.

Wiping the fine beads of sweat on his head, Li Shanghan looked at Qiu Lan and was about to speak.

"Yunluo ......," Wei Chizheng began to mumble vaguely.

This voice contained too complicated feelings, Qiu Lan didn't hear it clearly at first, but felt that the name was very familiar. So, she stepped forward and listened carefully. Sure enough, Wei Chizheng was shouting Yunluo.

Judging from the psychological knowledge involved in Qiu Lan's work, although this call is only a few sounds, it contains a lot of emotions. Perhaps because of her professional sensitivity, she felt that there must be very intriguing articles in it.

It's just that I don't know what kind of story it is, thinking of this, Qiu Lan looked at Li Shanghan.

Being watched by Qiu Lan with three points of doubt, two points of interest, and five points of gossip, Li Shanghan was also a little embarrassed. He had just cleaned up the mess, and his surroundings had returned to a familiar pattern. However, Wei Chizheng, a drunken man, said a few drunken words, and switched the scene to a mode that he was not familiar with.

"You don't have to look at me, I'm not familiar with the name. Or rather, I don't know the story behind the name, not at all. And I'm not interested in knowing. ”

The last sentence successfully won Qiu Lan's trust, yes, Li Shanghan was not interested in these things at all.

"I didn't mean that, I mean, this drunk gentleman wants to sleep in a bed, so what are we going to do?" Qiu Lanjian didn't seem to be able to dig out the story line behind it, so he could only change to a problem that needed to be solved urgently.

This topic made Li Shanghan breathe a sigh of relief, there were too many Hell difficulty mode scenarios that he needed to face today, and this question finally asked his strengths.

Even if he really lacks a house, he will go and charter a hotel now, and then buy it!

"I have a nice little cottage nearby, this drunkard let him lie down here, let's go to the villa to rest. ”

Seeing that Yu Chizheng's face was flushed, and he didn't know if he would continue to vomit, Qiu Lan slowly shook his head.

"He can't be left here alone, the drunken man is delirious. There are often tragedies of drunk people choking on their own vomit, and you may not know that several of the big stars of Neon Nation ....... When it comes to her professional field, Qiu Lan confidently began to introduce it. But this is not the focus of Li Shanghan's concern.

"What, you said he would continue to vomit, how many more times? He simply choked himself to death!" Li Shanghan cursed viciously, his mouth was powerful, but his body was very honest, and he quickly went out to find spare trash cans and towels.

Looking at Li Shanghan's back with a sinister spirit, Qiu Lan continued to mumble to herself, "In fact, according to statistics, the most severe vomiting is generally only one or two. The pile of vomit just now is almost gone, as long as you pay attention, you'll be fine. ”

However, looking at Li Shanghan's appearance, he was still more concerned about Wei Chizheng, and the two of them took turns to keep vigil.

Fortunately, the sofa in the apartment is a brand-name sofa, spacious and soft enough, and Li Shanghan advocates life and uses a new leather surface. Qiu Lan and Li Shanghan squeezed on the sofa, plus a blanket, which was enough for sleep.

Wei Chizheng slept very soundly, saying a word or two in his sleep from time to time, and moving his arms and legs when he was in high spirits. Poor Qiu Lan and Li Shanghan, they have to get up at the slightest bit of wind and grass to see if this guy has been choked to death by himself.

Early the next morning, Wei Chizheng's wine woke up, and he woke up completely, and the people also followed the spirits. He didn't even notice where he slept all night, and his sleep was sweet and smooth, and he thought it was his own bedroom.

Until he pushed open the door and saw a man and a woman snuggled up on the sofa.

He hurriedly rubbed his hungover eyes to reconfirm the two in front of him.

Although he can't see the height clearly, he won't admit this face, and he also knows it when it is burned to ashes, Li Shanghan!

As for the woman beside her, then there is no need to ask, it must be Qiu Lan.

It's just, why are these two people here, isn't this my home?

It seemed that Wei Chizheng had been looking at it for too long with a puzzled and somewhat probing gaze, and Li Shanghan sensed it and opened his eyes.

"Young Master, you finally woke up, I thought you wouldn't wake up for a while. ”

Wei Chizheng was taken a step back by Li Shanghan's eyes, only to hear Li Shanghan continue to ask, "Do you remember what good things you did yesterday?"