As soon as he walked to the door, Han Nuo, who smelled a mushy smell, frowned, and as soon as he opened the door, he came to his face with a pungent smell of burning, and hurriedly rushed into the kitchen to see that the frying pot was rising high flames, and Ouyang Luo was hurriedly picking up the oil pot and was about to pour it in, hurriedly snatched the oil pot and pushed Ouyang Luo out, quickly turned off the gas stove, and at the same time covered the pot with the lid of the pot, and saw that there were still small flames coming out from both sides, so he covered it tightly with a wet rag, and even the small flames were killed.

After a while, Han Nuo lifted the lid of the pot, shoveled the blackened vegetables to the trash can, put the pot in the sink, scrubbed it vigorously with a steel wool ball, and asked Ouyang Luo, who was sitting on the sofa pouting and full of grievances; "No money?"

"You gave me a lot of living expenses last time!" Ouyang Luo curled up on the sofa and buried his head deep in the hugging bear pillow: "Your injury is not healed, and you have been busy with work recently, and it must not be good to rest, and the food is not good, I want to make you some delicious supplements, and it turned out to be like this......"

Listening to the frustrated complaints, Han Nuo's tense face relaxed a little, took out eggs and leftover rice from the refrigerator, took off his police uniform and put on a pink apron and worked in the kitchen.

"Eat." After a while, Han Nuo brought two steaming omelet rice to the table, picked up the ketchup and was snatched by Ouyang Luo just as he wanted to squeeze it, seeing him crookedly squeeze out the word "LOVE" on the omelet rice, the corners of his mouth raised, "I'll rest tomorrow afternoon, where do you want to go?" ”

"Hunting Museum!" Ouyang Luo blurted out without thinking about it.

Han Nuo's hand that had just scooped up a spoonful of rice froze at the side of his mouth, and his brows were twisted into pimples: "Why do you want to go to such a place?" ”

"Because you can see all kinds of strange human specimens!" Ouyang Luo scooped up a large spoonful of rice and put it in his mouth, and praised it with happiness on his face: "Han Nuo, why don't you just become a chef!" Definitely more popular than being a police officer! ”

Ignoring Ouyang Luo's seemingly praising but mocking words, Han Nuo just took out his mobile phone and received a new WeChat, "Xia Fei has a good relationship with this little policeman." Ouyang Luo, who finished the meal in a few bites, came to Han Nuo's side and watched a small video sent by Xia Fei, which was Xia Fei and Liu Cai sitting in the bar and drinking with their shoulders together. Han Nuo, whose face immediately darkened, directly threw a phone call: "Each person submits a 5,000-word review book to me." Ignoring the wail that suddenly rang on the other end of the phone, Han Nuo poured out the omelet rice that he had only eaten a few bites, wiped the table and prepared to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

"I'll brush it! You take a break! Ouyang Luo, who rolled up his sleeves and was eager to try, was already standing by the dishwashing sink impatiently.

"These are the last two plates, and I haven't had time to buy new ones lately." Categorically rejecting Ouyang Luo's proposal, Han Nuo thought for a while, "There is a small notepad in the second mezzanine of the third layer of the briefcase, you turn to the thirtieth page, there are several clues about 'W' that you have now, if you have nothing to do, you can push it." ”

Taking out the light pink notepad printed with the Kony Rabbit, Ouyang Luo made up for the embarrassment of the high-flying special investigation team Captain Han when he took out the girl's heart-flooded notebook, and couldn't help but laugh secretly, opened the densely written notepad, and the hand that kept turning the paper suddenly stopped on page 20, and his eyes were slightly red.

Every sentence in the majestic neat handwriting was deeply imprinted in Ouyang Luo's heart and could not be erased:

Ten years ago today, I picked up a crying nose spirit and brought him home by accident.

In fact, I tried to send him away many times, but every time I saw him tugging at my sleeve and smiling at me stupidly, I couldn't make up my mind.

I still haven't figured out how I can live in harmony with this kind of little kid for more than ten years with my temper, and it's more difficult to figure this out than to solve the case.

But his smile is really sunny, and it has a healing effect.

I set the day I picked him up and went home as his birthday, but I've been so busy lately that I didn't remember it until today, and I forgot to take the gift after I chose it, I hope he won't get angry.

Today's regular meeting is quite boring, and I have written so much nonsense, I have to tear this page off quickly, otherwise Xia Fei and them will see me and it will be over.

Ouyang Luo was immersed in the confession of true feelings that had never been expressed and couldn't extricate himself, the notepad in his hand was suddenly snatched away by Han Nuo, and he tore the page of paper with the confession into pieces and threw it into the trash, only then turned to the thirtieth page and handed it over again.

"Why are you tearing it up!" Ouyang Luo glared at Han Nuo, who turned around and walked into the bedroom, with tears in his eyes, picked up the scraps of paper next to the trash can and put them on the coffee table to put them together, and just hid them in his pocket aggrievedly, he happened to bump into Han Nuo, who was dressed neatly and ready to go out, "Where are you going?" Ouyang Luo pulled Han Nuo's sleeve aggrievedly, "There's something to do, come back later." Han Nuo patted Ouyang Luo's head.

Sandwiched the glued paper in the maple leaf notebook, Ouyang Luo, who was sitting alone at the desk, flipped from the first page backwards, each page was sandwiched with different things, there were specimens of flowers, bookmarks made of fallen leaves, and more notes written by Han Nuo, who was busy with work, were nothing more than "don't wait for him", "eat on time", "take the money if you want to use it in the cabinet" and so on. Han Nuo has used sticky notes as a way to communicate since he was literate, and today, when communication is so developed, Han Nuo still insists on the habit of handwriting sticky notes, and posts them in all places at a glance, so that even if he is not around, Ouyang Luo will not be too lonely.

The next day, Ouyang Luo woke up in bed, and there was a small gift box with a blue butterfly ribbon next to his pillow. Rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking at the notebook on the desk, he jumped up from the bed in an embarrassed instant.

Han Nuo shouldn't know about collecting his own notes! Ouyang Luo, who regretted why he fell asleep on the table last night, was crazy for a long time, embarrassed and couldn't find a crack in the ground to get into. My hand suddenly touched the small gift box next to the pillow, opened the outer packaging and opened the blue jewelry box inside, and a platinum ring engraved with the word "N&L" on the inside lay quietly in the blue satin, dazzling.

In the face of this unexpected surprise, Ouyang Luo, who covered his mouth, was full of happiness in his eyes, and held the ring tightly in the palm of his hand like a treasure. After a while, I carefully put the ring on the middle finger of my right hand, which is not too big or small, and the size is just right. Ouyang Luo, who had a smile on his face, took out his mobile phone and pressed a string of numbers, accompanied by a long "beep" sound, the smile on Ouyang Luo's face gradually faded, until the cold mechanical female voice of "I'm sorry that the user you dialed is not answered for the time being, please dial later", the right hand holding the mobile phone gradually relaxed its strength, and the mobile phone that slid down fell to the ground with a crisp sound, Ouyang Luo stepped on it and smashed the screen.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" Han Nuo, who had been busy for a day before coming back, walked in the door and stretched out his hand to loosen his tie, and as soon as he unbuttoned a button on his shirt, Ouyang Luo threw himself into his arms and patted his head to comfort him, but Ouyang Luo stood on tiptoe and reached out to hook Han Nuo's neck and kissed him directly.

The briefcase in his hand fell to the ground, Han Nuo hugged Ouyang Luo, lowered his head and kissed back, took a few steps back and leaned against the door, continuing the long and long kiss.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to break my promise." After a while, Han Nuo lowered his voice and tried his best to restrain his rising desire, "I'm going to go on a mission tomorrow, and it's going to take about five or six days. Ouyang Luo, who didn't squeak, buried his head in that broad chest and hugged Han Nuo tightly.

"I'll accompany you to the Hunting Museum next time." Han Nuo picked up Ouyang Luo, caught a glimpse of the ring he was wearing on his hand, and his tired face showed a hint of joy, "Take care of yourself, and besides, don't touch the kitchen." ”

"Oh." Ouyang Luo sat on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, and when he saw that Han Nuo, who was taking the orange from the coffee table, did not have a ring on his hand, he bit his lip unhappily, "What about yours?" ”

"I didn't bring it with me if I was afraid of losing it when I went out on a mission." Han Nuo handed over the peeled orange.

As soon as the words fell, Ouyang Luo slammed the bedroom door shut and locked himself inside.

Han Nuo was stunned, retracted his hand and finished eating the orange, ran to knock on the door and got no response, and was about to find the key but the phone suddenly rang: "Team Han, it's not good!" Deng Han is missing! ”

Han Nuo, who rushed to Cuiting Villa, walked into the luxuriously decorated living room, frowned, and looked at the policemen in a room with their heads down and didn't dare to say anything, "What about Xia Fei?" Come out for me! ”

Xia Fei hurriedly ran to Han Nuo with a bitter face and saluted: "The entire villa area has arranged plainclothes as planned, and the house is also equipped with 360-degree surveillance without dead ends, and I have been staring at the monitor, but Deng Han suddenly disappeared from the surveillance a few minutes ago, and the room was empty, and the plainclothes who were in charge of squatting around him didn't see him." ”

"A big living person disappeared in plain sight? Is it possible! Feeling that everything was too nonsense, Han Nuo thought of the shattered floor-to-ceiling window and the bullet that bounced back, and muttered a little in his heart, could it be that W is the real Grim Reaper, specializing in hunting fake death who lost the game? Shocked by this absurd idea, Han Nuo frowned and pondered for a while, and suddenly saw Xia Fei answer the phone.

"Team Han." Xia Fei, who hung up the phone, had a somewhat ugly face, "Deng Han found it." ”

"The deceased Deng Han, male, 54 years old, cause of death: sharp weapon pierced the kidneys and died of excessive blood loss and shock, the first place of the crime was Building H12 of Cuiting Villa."

"Building H12? Less than ten meters away from us, how did W avoid the eyes and ears and lead people over? A policeman was surprised.

"Immediately contact the operators of The Chain of Death and ask them to shut down the servers immediately and send over all IPs that have become 'Grim Reaper'." Han Nuo was still calm, and ordered the people who were uneasy because of this unbelievable development.