"Then why don't you bring me a quilt?"

Oh, take the quilt.

Wen Baiyang went to the bedroom, took out the quilt on her bed, and put it on the sofa.

He lay down, didn't move, his eyes melted three or four points of drunkenness, what emotion, plausible, he didn't speak, just looked at her.

Long.

He said, "Help me build it." ”

He is so different today, like a child who needs to be taken care of.

Wen Baiyang squatted down, broke up the quilt, spread it squarely, covered his whole body, and only let his head outside, she smelled a strong sense of wine: "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Hmm. ”

She could see that he was in a depressed mood.

She didn't know how to comfort her: "Do you want to drink some more wine?"

Qiao Nanchu smiled.

She thought he wanted to drink, so she got up to get the wine, and just stood up, but he stopped her: "You can't invite a man to drink, let alone invite at home." ”

She was too young to understand.

After drinking, the man didn't have many good things, and he drank wine at the girl's house, and he used the wine to be a beast, more.

He let go, sat up slightly, and asked patiently, "Do you know?" really looks like a competent and old-fashioned elder, and it's no wonder that Xue Baoyi said that he raised his daughter.

It's not just raising a daughter.

She nodded as if she understood.

He didn't say much about this adult topic, and besides, the atmosphere should be wrong.

He took the cup and drank tea. She made this barley tea herself, which is not quite the same as the one outside, and he also has it at home, and she sent it over, and he still came here to beg for tea.

On the coffee table, in addition to the teapot, there was also an ashtray, last time he came over and asked her if she had an ashtray and wanted to smoke, she said no.

This is new.

Next to the ashtray, there is an old photograph.

"What year was this taken?"

In the photo, he was wearing a police uniform, and the little girl next to him was just on his chest, stupidly comparing scissor hands.

Wen Baiyang said in sign language: "The year I came to the imperial capital. ”

At that time, the plateau red on her face was still obvious, and she didn't like to laugh.

At the time, he was still in the police academy.

Qiao Nanchu picked up the photo, looked at it, and asked her with a smile: "When you first came, was there one meter five?"

“……”

Wen Baiyang: "Yes." She usually respects her benefactor very much and never refutes his words, but this time, she wants to correct it, and she corrects it seriously, "I was one meter five at that time." ”

Now she's 1.63 meters.

Qiao Nanchu smiled again, he was not badly raised, and he had grown a lot taller.

He put the photo down, and as soon as he touched the cup, his movements stopped, his eyes froze, and he was looking at the siren on his police uniform in the photo.

14Z083。

Six digits, numbers and letters, are students of the Imperial Capital Police Academy.

After thinking for a while, Qiao Nanchu dialed Jiang Zhi's number.

It rang for a long time before it was passed, and Jiang Zhi was woken up and reluctantly answered the phone: "What's wrong? ”

"0893's note to Zhou Xufang is still there?"

Jiang Zhi was very sleepy, and his voice was full of bubbles: "Yes." ”

"Don't sleep, wait for me to pass. ”

He was so sleepy that he yawned: "I'll put the key at the door and open it myself." "He's going to sleep first.

Qiao Nanchu hung up the phone and got up: "I have to go." ”

Wen Baiyang nodded: "Wait for me." ”

She ran to the kitchen, packed the side dishes in the refrigerator, packed a big bag and said, "You take it back and eat it." Handing him the bag, she instructed, "If you can't finish eating, put it in the refrigerator." ”

Qiao Nanchu took the bag: "Lock the door, except for me, don't let people in at night." ”

"Good. ”

Qiao Nanchu called a substitute driver and went to the Qingshan Mansion.

Jiang Ori put the key under the carpet at the door, he opened the door directly and went in, the lights in the house were not turned on, he turned on the light, went to the bedroom, and lifted the quilt.

"Eori. ”

Eori didn't react.

"Eori. ”

The lump lying on his stomach moved: "Well......"

Qiao Nanchu took the pillow and threw it on his head: "Get up." ”

Jiang Zhi grabbed a handful of hair irritably, sat up, and looked at the messy haze blue: "You can't wait for the morning?"

Qiao Nanchu: "No. ”

Eori kicked off the pillow, climbed out of bed, yawned, and went to the study sleepily. The note left by 0893 still had blood on it, just a string of numbers.

Jiang Zhi nestled in the sofa, too lazy to move: "Something?"

Qiao Nanchu pointed to him: "This 2, is it possible that the letter Z?"

He glanced twice: "Not really." "However," it could also be that 0893 saw Z as a 2. ”

This possibility is not ruled out.

Qiao Nanchu took a pen, wrote a string of characters on the paper, and asked Jiang Zhi: "If it's Z, are these two formats similar?"

14Z083。

14Z096。

Eori 'um' sounded, "What is it?"

Qiao Nanchu held the pen in his hand, turned it twice, and the tip of the pen must have landed on the paper: "It's my siren at the police academy." ”

Outside the window, the night is deep, three or two stars, a full moon.

In the detached villa, there was a cat meow, echoing around the empty and quiet house, one after another.

"Meow. ”

"Meow. ”

The lights on the stairs came on, and the owner of the house came down from the stairs in slippers, and the white silk pajamas fit his body, outlining the slender curves.

She turned on the light downstairs and went to the corner to take out the crooked cat with folded ears: "What's it called, don't you sleep?"

"Meow. ”

The folded cat barked again, struggled twice, and fell to the ground.

At this time, the mobile phone placed on the coffee table rang.

The owner of the house first grabbed the cat, put it on his lap, answered the phone with one hand, and put the other hand on the cat's back, and stroked it again and again.

"Mr. Zhang. ”

She asked, "Done?"

The man on the phone replied: "Hua Jun and Hong San's wives and children have already been sent away." ”

"Before the shooting, keep a good eye on the people. ”

"I see. ”

Hanging up, she dialed another number.

"Mr. Smith," she said in fluent English, "do you still have the goods?"

Outside, the moonlight was blurred, a light white light penetrated through the floor-to-ceiling window, the window was not closed tightly, there was a fine breeze, the curtain was rolled up and blown in, the tassels on the curtain were lifted and wrapped around the cabinet against the wall in the living room, there was a photo on the cabinet, it was a young man and woman, both wearing police uniforms.

The badge on the police uniform is a little blurry, and you can only see the characters on it if you look closely: 14Z096.

Half a month ago.

"The inner ghost was caught?"

The handheld on the table was on the video, and the person over there did not show up, only a pair of slender legs and white cotton slippers under his feet could be seen.

Oh, and the photo on the cabinet in the back is also in the lens, but the distance is far away, and it is not very clear.

"Not yet. Hua Jun sat at the table, a little hesitant, "There is an object of suspicion." ”

The woman's voice was soft and slow: "Solve it." ”

"It's just speculation, it's not certain. ”

She chuckled, as if she felt that the other party was naïve, and asked rhetorically, "Do you still need to confirm this kind of thing before you do it?"

It's better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let go of one, this is the rule of the road.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Ah Hao rushed in recklessly: "Brother Hua-"

Hua Jun turned around, then snapped and handheld, his face was cold on the spot, and he scolded: "You don't know how to knock on the door?"

Ah Hao didn't care, scratched his head, and apologized with a smile: "I'm sorry, Brother Hua." ”

142096。

The number on the photo.

It's almost the end of the year, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the premiere in the opera house last week was stopped halfway, and Feng Gui made a request to the planning company to redo it within half a month, the sooner the better.

"Mr. Zhang. ”

The secretary knocked on the door and came in, putting the papers on the desk: "This is the plan for the premiere. ”

Zhang Zixi casually flipped through the two pages without looking closely: "I'll give you an answer in the evening." She put down the papers, took her bag, and got up.

The secretary smiled and asked, "Do you want to go out?"

"Well, there's a class reunion. ”

The location of the class reunion was selected in Luo's hotel, not far from Zhang Zixi's company, and it only took ten minutes to drive there, but this point was the peak of work, and the parking space was not easy to find.

As soon as the car stopped, there was a bang, and it was rear-ended.

The collision was not light, she hit her forehead on the steering wheel, and slowed down for a while before getting out of the car and walking to the back of the car.

The other party drove off-road.

Zhang Zixing looked at the person who was driving the main driver and smiled: "It's you." ”

Qiao Nanchu got out of the car, his eyes swept lightly, and fell on her red forehead: "Hurt?"

Zhang Zixun just came from the company, with light makeup on his face, and smiled generously and gently: "It's not in the way." Joked, "Last time I was rear-ended, this time it's you, and it's flat." ”

Qiao Nanchu walked to the back of the car and took a few looks: "The collision is a bit serious, call someone to tow the truck, and I'll send you when it's over." ”

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President Gu: You hit it on purpose, right?

Qiao Nanchu: Speak with evidence