"Hooligans." The person who was molested said flatly, and then wanted to withdraw his hand, but Bai still grabbed it, "You like it." ”

He leaned closer to the lamp, his gray-brown eyes hazy. Although Bai is of mixed Chinese and British descent, many of his traits are inherited from his Chinese mother.

For example, he has black hair, gray-brown eyes, too little body hair, but also a lot of inherited father, he has Caucasian skin, deep three-dimensional facial features, and a spectacular belly of three inches.

Bai used an affirmative sentence, and in the slightly dim light, the whole person with the light behind him looked hazy, and he was like a silhouette, falling where the light and darkness intersected. His eyes were bright, and even with the light on his back, Xi Deng could know that the other party was looking at him.

"I don't like it."

Xi Deng said slowly, and after he finished speaking, he leaned over and kissed the white lips gently. The white lips do not give people the sweetness of candy, but are icy, like eating a piece of ice. Xi Deng was deeply touched by this, at that time he was hot, and the white kiss was like a small Xiaoice block, slowly pressing on his body, as if to cool him down.

Bai seemed to be pleased by Xi Deng's action, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

"I like it very much."

Xi Deng added a sentence after kissing.

The corners of Bai's lips curled even more, and he let go of the hand that was holding the lamp, and his eyes seemed to be satisfied.

Xi Deng closed the store a long time early today, and Bai said that he didn't have to go to work during his business trip, so he instantly abducted people back to his home.

He made a big meal and took the man to bed.

Bai leaned on the bed, the expression on his face seemed to carry something else, he clenched the sheets with both hands, and looked straight at the person in front of him.

Xi Deng sat with his back to Bai, his always pale face was slightly red, his eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and the whole person looked fragile and moving.

Whether it's the beads on your forehead, or the hair on your neck, or the gasps that sound from time to time in your mouth.

Soft music was playing in the room.

The two people in the room were also communicating.

"What did Shiro go to to the meeting?"

"A medical seminar." Bai struggled to control his hand and not grasp the waist that was shaking in front of him. Obviously, it will only reveal a small piece of snow-white skin when the range of action is large, but because of this, it is even more hooked. Person.

"Did you encounter anything interesting?"

"Medicine is boring."

"What about the man?" Xi Deng's eyes deepened, and he simply stopped.

Bai calmed his breath before saying, "No." ”

No?

Bai began to take the initiative to ask Xi Deng's question, "What about you?" ”

Xi Deng's voice was very soft and slow, "I met a little boy today, seventeen or eighteen years old, and I gave him a puppet. ”

With that, he looked up at the bookcase not far away, on which the puppet he had given to Bai was placed.

"Interestingly, he had a crush on Dr. Watson, so I gave him that."

Bai paused for a moment before saying, "Don't you keep it for yourself?" ”

"What's left?" Xi Deng asked the other party rhetorically.

"Pair with me."

"Fate will make the match that is really suitable, and it is impossible to keep it." Xi Deng said.

When the qi qi was over, Xi Deng lay on the bed, and the snow-white quilt covered his buttocks. The rest of the place was exposed to the air, and the warm yellow light illuminated his pale skin as if it had been coated with a delicate layer of wax, which was more attractive than the daylight.

Shiro sat on the edge of the bed, his hand resting on the back of the lamp. The hand was beautiful, fair and slender, with distinct joints, and the fingertips were slightly pink, without any scars. It looks like a treasure on display in a museum, protected by transparent glass, and divided into a safe area so that people can only see it from a distance.

The white eyes were placed on Xi Deng's face, and his hand turned to rub Xi Deng's waist.

Xi Deng's eyes were half-closed, his eyes were not focused, and the frames of his glasses were about to slip off, as if he was tired.

A qiē looks so comfortable.

The sudden ringing of the mobile phone shattered this comfort.

It is a white cell-phone.

Bai looked at the mobile phone on the bedside table, he got out of bed and picked up the mobile phone and walked out of the room, and when he walked to the door, he picked up the phone that had been ringing.

"Hey." Shiro walked out and closed the door. Xi Deng listened to the footsteps, and the other party seemed to go far away from the master bedroom to answer the phone.

At this time, Xi Deng's mobile phone also rang, but only once.

He pushed down his glasses, straightened up and took his phone.

Above is an anonymous text message.

He hesitated before he tapped his finger twice on the screen. When he read the text message, he closed his eyes, as if he was a little tired.

He deleted the text message, then casually threw away his phone, lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

Bai came in from outside after a while, he first walked to the bedside, bent down, and his slender fingers brushed the hair on the other party's forehead, Xi Deng's hair was thin and soft, as if he was touching the fur of a small animal. Bai touched Xi Deng's forehead with his lips, "I'm going out for a trip, you have a good rest." He pulled up the quilt and covered the other man.

Xi Deng's eyelashes moved, but he didn't open his eyes. Bai took off the glasses on Xi Deng's face, looked at the mobile phone next to the pillow, and picked it up and put it on the bedside table with the glasses.

He didn't forget to turn off the lights before leaving.

I can't sleep well with any light in the lamp.

He doesn't like to have a bedside lamp.

*

A qiē fell silent again.

The sound of the car starting downstairs reached the ears of the young man lying on the bed.

*

When Carter saw Bai, he immediately greeted him, "Come and take a look, the body hasn't moved, it's still in the car, and it's been identified." ”

Shiro nodded and walked over to the car parked next to the woods. This is a suburb, and few people pass by on weekdays, and tonight someone called the police to say that someone had died here.

The deceased was a 48-year-old middle-aged man named Dolph Cotton, slightly chubby, married. When Bai came, he saw a woman crying with two children in her arms not far away, and it seemed that she was a family member of the deceased.

Shiro poked his body into the car, and there was a strong smell of corpses in the car.

Carter was standing outside, and he wanted to smoke very much right now, but smoking would also spoil the scene, such as the smell.

After a while, Shiro came out, and Carter looked at Shiro, "How's it going?" ”

Bai took off his gloves, and a police officer next to him immediately took out a plastic bag, and Bai threw the gloves into the bag and nodded to the officer. He put on a new pair of gloves, "The time of death is more than five days, it should be between 12 o'clock in the evening of May 10 and 2 o'clock on the 11th, the cause of death is suffocation, no external injuries." ”

When Carter heard the words May 10, his face immediately changed.

Number ten again.

Bai looked at Carter calmly, "I can't be sure if it's the same person who sued you for the crime, but it's very likely." ”

*

It was already three o'clock in the morning when Bai returned to his home, he parked the car, and as soon as he got out of the car, he paused slightly, and his eyes looked at the corner of the street.

The streets were quiet at three o'clock in the morning, so quiet that you could hear the sound of quarrels in the distance. There lived a small couple there, both of whom were hot-tempered, often quarreled, and even got their hands dirty.

Bai stood there for a while before walking to the house.

He had just seen a flashing figure on the street corner.

When he got home, he went to take a shower and then went back to his room. The person on the bed fell asleep on his side, and Bai walked over lightly and glanced at the bedside table. Before leaving, he placed Xi Deng's mobile phone three centimeters away from the phone, but now it was five centimeters away.

Bai's expression remained unchanged and went directly to bed, but as soon as he went up, the person next to him moved.

"You're back?" Xi Deng's voice was a little hoarse, and he was still drowsy.

"Hmm." The white quilt was covered, "Go back to sleep." ”

Xi Deng turned over, didn't open his eyes, and asked, "Where have you been?" What happened? ”

Bai told about the murder that happened in the suburbs, and then said: "It's been a little unsafe recently, so you should be careful." ”

Xi Deng snorted, and he said after a while, "Can you catch the murderer?" ”

Bai didn't seem to want to discuss this topic, his hand reached behind the other party's back and patted it twice, "Sleep." ”

*

It's a sunny day.

Nishizawa stood in the square, bouncing and jumping to attract a lot of people. With a bright smile on his youthful face, a few girls saw Nishizawa stop, and some secretly took pictures with their mobile phones.

Nishizawa doesn't care, and even takes the initiative to smile at the camera.

In fact, he doesn't come to this square often, and he has been to it two or three times.

The last time I came, I encountered a torrential rain, but I also met an unexpected person. He'd washed the handkerchief, but would that person ever reappear?

Nishizawa wasn't sure, he asked for contact information that day, but he was refused. That man is good-looking, both from a male point of view and from a female point of view, and that is a man that both men and women will like.

From appearance to figure, it can be called the best, but such a man is either a playboy or very difficult to approach.

The other party is the second type.

When Nishizawa asked for contact information, he met the other party's eyes. Those eyes were like glaciers, cold and covered with an impenetrable fog.

The man didn't say a word, just a look, which also made Nishizawa so ashamed that he didn't dare to say anything until the other party walked away.

"This puppet is so cute, where did you buy it?"

The sudden sound of inquiry made Nishizawa stunned, and he followed the other party's eyes, only to realize that the other party was talking about the puppet he placed next to the piano bag.

"I'm ......," Nishizawa said, looking up, after a pause.

Not far away stood a woman, with curly flaxen hair and a beautiful face, who was looking at the puppet on the ground.

Nishizawa felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar.