At night, the atmosphere was gloomy, and when the lightning streaked through the sky, the light that could instantly illuminate the whole world was fleeting, and then, a huge thunderclap roared, as if to warn everyone that there was no moonlight tonight.

In a house in a mid-range residential area, Mkoyan lay asleep on his bed, the quilt covering his abdomen, and the thick chest hair on his chest was twisted and twisted unrestrainedly, except that he only occupied half of the double bed, and the other half of the pillow had a noticeable collapse, as if someone had just been lying there.

Shhh......h

On one side of the bedroom, the boos came slowly at midnight, the woman in the long black dress sat on the sofa like a queen, Erlang's legs were crossed under the lamp on the small coffee table next to the sofa, in the dim light, there was a delicate-skinned woman lying on the ground at her feet, no, if you look at it from another angle, you can always see something between her legs that she shouldn't have, which makes it very difficult to define his (her) gender.

Mkoyan was woken up by the boos, not in such a hurry as he woke up suddenly, he slowly opened his eyes and sat up slowly with some surprise as he felt the sound in his ears.

"Who are you!"

The moment he sat up, Mkoyan's eyes widened, and he saw a woman sitting in the corner of the room, smiling like Anthony Hopkins on that separate couch!

"What about people?"

Mkoyan didn't keep up with the woman's questions when he heard the woman in front of him answer the question, like two guys who weren't on the same channel at all telling two completely unrelated things in the same language.

"Who?"

Tick.

The sound of water dropping on the ground could be heard in such a quiet room, and Mkoyan did not turn his head after hearing the sound, because the sound came from a very close place to the woman who spoke. When he lowered his head. I saw the man who was still lying next to me before falling asleep, with male (guess) sexual organs and female roundness. When the dog lay there like a dog, and there was a pool of blood on the ground that looked a little blackened in the dim light. He raised his nose slightly and sniffed, and in an instant, this otherwise ordinary room seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

When Mkoyan saw this, he suddenly looked up, and when he looked over with his eyebrows, he saw the woman in the long black dress with her hands on the armrests of the sofa, one of which was covered in blood and carrying a fruit knife, and the other hand was holding her own pistol, and the muzzle of the pistol was still hanging a silencer that should be in her suit pocket!

"Don't scream."

Mkoyan's newly grown mouth was cut off by the cold bass shout. He couldn't make a sound as if someone had put a potato in his throat. The important thing is that Mkoyan's eyes were focused, that is, the creature lying on the ground turned his head, and while his or her long hair slipped down the other side, half of his or her face with a piece of flesh cut off was in the dim light, and Mkoyan could see the blood-stained teeth and blood-red teeth in the huge blood hole, and the pale of the other party's face caused by excessive blood loss.

Swish.

In his creepy moment, he felt a shuddering sensation as if he had been overpowered, and Mkoyan could even clearly feel that countless goosebumps were gathering on his skin, and he couldn't control it at all.

"It seems that you don't really want to answer my question, like I don't even care if you sleep with a man or a woman." The woman patted the guy lying on the ground like a dog's head: "Biting." "Mkoyan saw it clearly this time. The woman lying on the ground bit a cigarette case in her mouth, after this sentence. He or she exclaimed, 'Hmm! Well! A nasal voice full of fear, as if putting the strength of the whole body on the nasal voice.

Mkoyan was going crazy, he just found a shemale after Doko had the hope of rebelling against Sas, but he didn't expect to provoke this demon.

Who the hell is she?

What is she going to do?

The woman sitting on the couch answered Mkoyan's question, placed the blade of the fruit knife on the back of the guy lying on the ground, squeezed a piece with her thumb like peeling the skin of a fruit, where there was no meat at all, and then ......

"Hmmm!!!!"

Blood flowed down the naked body of the guy lying on the ground, drawing an arc trajectory at the arc of the ribs, and slowly flowing in this rainy night, until a large amount of blood flowed out, he (she) arched forward in pain, but he or she never dared to leave this direction. In Mkoyan's eyes, the guy was trembling, not raising his head and lowering his head to make a change, the painful feeling was like a cold wind blowing down his spine, and a feeling cooler than the air conditioner appeared, deep into the bone marrow.

"Do you know why he or she didn't resist?" The woman leaned forward, her short hair covering half of her face and one eye in front of her forehead, and the remaining half of her face showed the attitude of a teacher who tried her best to tell the story to the children and try to bring them into the context of the story: "Because I told him (her) that after I got the answer I wanted, I didn't kill anyone." ”

"Now, give you three seconds, either, tell me where the person is, or."

Click.

It seems that the sentence is not finished, but in fact, the woman's action of raising the pistol and knocking on the safety proves that the whole sentence has been finished.

Sou.

She raised the knife in her hand, and let the piece of flesh on the back of the knife that was still oozing blood fly out, and the flesh crossed a little distance in the bedroom, and happened to land on the quilt in front of Mkoyan's eyes, and the quilt was quickly wet with blood droplets, Mkoyan took a sharp breath when he saw this scene, and when he remembered that the muzzle of a pistol was aimed at him, he didn't even have the courage to exhale this breath, and he forced this breath to stop in his throat, and only after a long time did he dare to swallow slowly, a little bit of breath.

"Three."

She's counting down.

Mkoyan looked up at her and replied without any concealment: "Yes, we kidnapped a child named Gaia from Damas's school, but this child has been released by us, and it is like this, Damas always gives us some good ideas...... So, my mother suspected that someone was trying to manipulate the Doko family, so she went to Gaia. Originally, no one wanted to arrest him. It's just that Damas insists that it's this teenage guy. That's ......"

"Two!"

Realizing that the numbers were still counting down, Mkoyan shook his head anxiously and explained: "I didn't lie, you have to believe me, we really let that kid go, it's true......"

"One!"

"I ......"

The woman put down the knife in her hand, took out her mobile phone on the edge of the sofa, and played the voice call record of a communication software: "Zhou, is Gaia home?" ”

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Isn't Gaia with you?"

"Speak."

She looked at Mkoyan. Word by word, he said, "These conversations took place three minutes ago.

Immediately after, the phone was put down, and she didn't give the man in front of her any chance to speak, so she picked up the knife and threw it over.

Sou.

The knife spun in the air, constantly changing its direction like a wheel, and when it approached Mkoyan's chest in front of him, it coincidentally formed a downward position, and with a 'poof' sound, Mkoyan fell backwards and lay on the bed.

"He didn't tell me where I was. Is that right? She continued to stroke the head of the guy in front of her like a dog's head, and the person lying on the ground had already bitten the cigarette case in his mouth despite the pain, and the taste of tobacco was making his mouth more and more astringent. Even so, he nodded very obediently.

Shout.

The sound of a changed but still loud gunshot appeared, and a flash of fire came from the not bright bedroom, and the man lying on the ground fell down as if he had been hit on the back with a hammer.

Immediately, the woman picked up her mobile phone and glanced at it, walked into the bathroom very calmly, turned on the faucet, and washed her hands unhurriedly. Finally, he picked up his mobile phone and responded with communication software: "Zhou, I'm looking outside, Gaia, maybe lost." ”

……

"Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

Chekov sat in his house holding his newborn son and kept giggling, the little doll in his arms opened his mouth slightly, and slowly shook his arm to look at his father strangely: "Ahh......h

Click.

Chekov glanced back at the sound of the door lock being unscrewed, and when he saw his wife walking in through the door, he happily asked, "How is Matthew?" ”

"It's not bad, just blame me for not bringing his grandson back." Catherine gave Chekov a strange look: "Why are you so happy?" She added, "Why are you two so weird today?" ”

"Is Matthew weird?" Chekov responded.

Catherine put down her bag, umbrella, changed into slippers, and said as she walked in to pick up the child: "He actually praised you today, can you believe it?" And let me not put too much pressure on you that you actually have a lot of potential...... My God. ”

"I solved a case, a very difficult case, where the wife couldn't stand her husband's long-term cheating and murdered him, and tried to evade the law by falsifying the scene, and said that her home was ransacked by gang members...... Otherwise, this case would not have fallen into the Anti-Crime and Anti-Narcotics Division, but even such a case was still solved by me......" Chekov was talking eloquently, but Catherine directly interrupted: "Don't take the credit for Zhou's credit." ”

"Why do you say it's Zhou's credit?" Chekov said unconvinced: "Yes, Zhou did help me a little, but I handled this case alone." I told Mrs. Smith during my second interrogation that 'I am a very experienced detective and can tell if a person is lying by her reaction'. ”

Catherine crossed, "Are you sure?" ”

"Of course! The limbic system is the limbic system, which is composed of the corpus callosum, tonsils, hippocampus, thalamus and hypothalamus, which are buried deep in the brain. For example, if a person appears anxious when he should be calm, impatient when he should be patient, and starts to roar when he should be calm, this is a sign that there is something wrong with this guy. ”

Catherine asked, as if she was intrigued, "What does that mean?" ”

Chekov replied not at all politely: "How do I know?" Anyway, I wrote this in my notebook over the weekend with a note on 'physiological effects on psychology', but it didn't matter, Mrs. Smith confessed to the murder during my interrogation. ”

"I've solved the case!"

He didn't say that he found the key evidence in the appraisal report for him over the weekend, but when a man shows success to his wife who wants to be a Jackie Chan, why should he take credit for another man's work? It's not about promotion and salary increase, just want to show a good side in front of your wife, what's not to do?

"I'm so proud of you." Catherine hugged the child and bent down to kiss it.

Tick, tick, tick.

When the lips were about to touch, Chekov's phone rang, and he quickly kissed his wife's lips in annoyance, picked up the phone and said, "Can't you change the time?" ”

On the phone, the young man's voice came over: "Coach, I don't know who to tell about something, I am in love with a woman, but this woman doesn't like me, can you ...... Talk to you? ”

"Yes."

Never in Chekov's life was he so respected by anyone, and when he was a soldier, he had to obey orders; became a husband who was more than a man, and he had to think about his family; When you are a policeman, you have to act according to the deployment of the chief, even if you are a son-in-law, you have to look at the stinky face of the old man who has always looked down on him. This is the first time that someone has asked for advice about him as an elder or a teacher, and the first time that someone else needs his guidance in life instead of asking someone else to wipe his ass when he gets into some trouble, and at that time, what he said on the weekend has been selectively forgotten. (To be continued.) )

PS: I can do it, I can keep going, I can do it!