On the yellowish paper of the maple leaf notepad, a name is recorded at the top of each page, and under the name is a red scale similar to a thermometer, and a Q version of the Grim Reaper stands at the position of "0", and every step forward turns the place from red to black, until the scale becomes all black, the Q version of the Grim Reaper jumps on the name and raises the scythe to draw a red and black X, and then he turns the next page and continues to the new scale.

These should be the people Han Nuo wants to solve but hasn't solved yet, right?

Thinking that the names that had been drawn in front of him had all turned gray, and there were still many names that had not yet turned gray in the back, Ouyang Luo suddenly realized, thinking about the crime rate of D City that had increased again without the restraint of the god of death, and felt more and more that the existence of the god of death was necessary.

But he didn't want to see Han Nuo sacrifice his rights because he was a god of death.

Ouyang Luo is not a god, nor does he have such high ideals and ambitions as Han Nuo, he just wants Han Nuo to accompany him and live a good life that belongs to the two of them, as for the rest, Ouyang Luo can't care about it, and he doesn't want to care about it.

But he didn't want to stop Han Nuo from doing what he was pursuing because of his own selfishness. Although Han Nuo had agreed to protect him only in the future, Ouyang Luo knew that after doing one thing for a long time, dependence and habits would be formed, even if he didn't do it for a long time, as long as he had a little opportunity to do it, he would instinctively take the lead in reacting and return to his old business.

Getting used to this stuff is sometimes really a poison that can't be stopped.

Ouyang Luo, who was full of contradictions in his heart, had no impression of when he fell asleep leaning on the head of the bed, only knowing that he was lying in the quilt when he woke up the next day, sleeping sweetly with Han Nuo's arm on his pillow.

Was it just my dream last night? Did you have such a dream because you were too worried? In fact, Han Nuo didn't leave him at all?

The hand unconsciously covered Han Nuo's chest and stroked it gently, Ouyang Luo looked at the angular handsome face, less rejecting people thousands of miles away in the past, and a little more peaceful.

Ouyang Luo, who saw his god, was caught off guard by a pair of eyes as black as ink, and immediately panicked, and hurriedly looked away, his face flushed with shame.

"Awake?" The voice that had just woken up was deeper and sultry than before, and Ouyang Luo turned around and didn't dare to look at the eyes that were staring at him gently, for fear that he would be unable to control the words that would make him regret it.

"Han Nuo, do you like to be the god of death?" Ouyang Luo clutched the quilt tightly in his hands, his eyes full of unease.

"Hmm."

The expected answer made Ouyang Luo's heart sink to the bottom of the sea, and he responded in a low voice with some grievances, biting his lip and trying his best to hide the lost emotion.

"But I like you more."

Just this sentence, like a sunny day after a rain, like a snow melting, like a gloomy day after many days finally released the bright color of the first ray of sunshine, shining into Ouyang Luo's heart and dispelling the haze.

"I don't want you because I give up what you're supposed to do."

Ouyang Luo turned around, his gaze was firm and unconfused, "Han Nuo, continue to be a god of death, I'll help you." ”

Han Nuo actually wanted to tell him that he cared more about you Ouyang Luo than being a god of death, but Han Nuo knew that he couldn't do it.

Because if you want to maintain the power of death, you can only replenish your life by absorbing the soul, otherwise you will die of exhaustion sooner or later.

This is also where Han Nuo has always been ashamed to call himself a messenger of justice.

"Ouyang Luo, thank you."

Han Nuo smiled and rubbed Ouyang Luo's head, "Silly boy, having you is enough." ”

"Brother policeman, what's going on today?" Xiao Ling, who was playing billiards, raised his head to look at Ouyang Luo after playing a shot, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"The police are investigating the case, and those who are not related to it please avoid it for the time being, thank you."

The others present blasted away, and Ouyang Luo looked at Xiao Ling who was sitting on the billiard table, "What does Liu Muyi have to do with you?" ”

"Who's that? I don't know. ”

"Don't know? Then why didn't you cooperate with the investigation? ”

"Because I hate you cops." Xiao Ling aimed the club at Ouyang Luo, and a hostile smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "I wish you policemen were all dead." ”

"In other words, you don't know Liu Muyi at all, and you have nothing to do with him, sure?"

Ouyang Luo took a deep breath and tried not to argue with him about things that had nothing to do with the case, so as not to be led by the nose.

"If you're willing to sleep with me, I might be able to reward you with a few clues." Xiao Ling walked around to Ouyang Luo and raised his chin defiantly, his words full of contempt and mockery.

forcibly kicked his thoughts, because he knew that once he made a move, Xiao Ling would inevitably bite and make a big fuss about the "police beating people", so he had to hold back his anger and beat Xiao Ling's hand off, "Please pay attention to your words and deeds." ”

"Actually, Liu Muyi is dead." Xiao Ling rubbed his hand that was slapped red, and said casually, "I killed it." ”

Seeing Ouyang Luo's suddenly changed face, Xiao Ling couldn't help but hold his stomach and laugh wildly: "Hahahaha, you really believe it!" Little brother, it turns out that you are so easy to deceive, hahaha-"

In the next second, Xiao Ling was pressed against the wall by Ouyang Luo's collar, looked at Ouyang Luo with an annoyed face, and smiled indifferently: "What can you do?" Can you still punch me? ”

Punched directly at the face, Xiao Ling, who was beaten down, covered his red and swollen face and said angrily: "You really dare to fight?" ”

"The law never protects scoundrels." After a punch, he still didn't feel relieved, Ouyang Luo kicked again, and then walked away satisfied.

Xiao Ling behind him was lying on the ground with his stomach covered and rolled around, staring hatefully at the direction Ouyang Luo left, secretly swearing in his heart that he would never let him have a good time.

In the next second, he suddenly stood up like no one else, and his swollen face, which had been beaten by Ouyang Luo, returned to its original state, and Xiao Ling, whose mouth was cracked to the root of his ear, smiled weirdly, revealing his shark-like teeth, which was gloomy and terrifying.

"This kid is crazy too, isn't he?" When he returned to the team, Ouyang Luo immediately reported the matter to Xia Fei, thinking that he was going to be trained, but he didn't expect Xia Fei to pat the table angrily, "Don't be afraid, if that kid dares to sue you, I'll stop you." ”

"But our trail is broken again." Although Xiao Ling hated the police very much, according to the change in his facial expression, he knew that he was telling the truth, "But there is one thing I care about, he said that Liu Muyi is dead and was killed by him." ”

"Why don't you interrogate Xiao Ling?"

Xia Fei shook his head and rejected a team member's proposal, "I checked the background of this Xiao Ling, his father is Xiao Lingyun, who eats both black and white, you should be no stranger." ”

"The one who has been suspected of smuggling arms in the shadows but hasn't caught any evidence?"

"Yes, the guns and ammunition illegally circulating in City D are basically his father's handiwork, but the clues on the side of the anti-smuggling brigade are interrupted every time they point to Xiao Lingyun, and it has always been very troublesome."

Ouyang Luo listened to Xia Fei's words, and suddenly had an idea.