Under the orange light, his caresses, his kisses, his ignition all the way. She couldn't resist, she didn't have the ability to escape from the deep love honey, she just felt like she was on fire, hot and hungry.

In the end, she chose to compromise, never expecting him to be so brave and unstoppable. But unexpectedly, I got the most enjoyable and critical sensory satisfaction, overlapping figures, a warm and ambiguous atmosphere, and the two souls who had gone through hardships were finally united.

The outburst of passion, the physical and mental pleasure brought by each other's hard work, inadvertently appeared from the breath and breath, and the uneven thickness of the gasp echoed in the room.

Passion was followed by fatal burnout, and after Su Qingmei fell asleep in Ji Zimo's arms, he sank into a sweet dream. This is the sweetest sleep in her life, safe, down-to-earth, and her long-lost wanderer-like heart has finally settled.

When I woke up, the house was quiet and empty. Su Qingmei got up and looked at the door. The door was hidden, and outside the door was the aisle, and she faintly heard the sound of washing and scrubbing coming from the bathroom.

A feeling of home arises spontaneously, and the refreshing and pleasing feeling brought by last night's passion is still swimming happily in the nerve cells of the body. She subconsciously touched the hot lips of him, and the place where the long kiss had been made, a heart thumped wildly, and that pure shyness filled her heart.

Ji Zimo has the habit of getting up early.

He went for a run to buy Su Qingmei's favorite spiced tea eggs, green onion rolls, and a glass of milk.

There was a warm atmosphere in the room, a slight chewing sound, and the eyes of the four eyes with affection, everything was silent. This is a two-person world that belongs to the two of them, and the two-person world does not need to go far away, it can be found nearby.

A rapid ringing of the phone disturbed the warmth of the world of the two. Breaking the quiet atmosphere in the room, Ji Zimo put down the bamboo chopsticks and got up to pick up the phone.

The call was made by Zhang Yang.

I don't know when, Zhang Yang became an indispensable part of Ji Zimo's life. He was there for him all the time, both in private and official matters.

Zhang Yang selectively told him about things at work, out of selfishness, because some things at work are too tricky, maybe as people say bizarre events that can't be explained clearly with scientific principles.

Zhang Yang told Ji Zimo that there was a mysterious death on Zhuxin Avenue last night.

The deceased was the nephew of the director of the hospital in City A.

The deceased died of fright, and the appearance of death is really not flattering, and those who have seen the midnight bell should remember the appearance of those who died inside.

"Why did you tell me?" Ji Zimo asked back depressedly.

"It's really like killing people like grass and not making a sound, as if there is an invisible murderous maniac around us. Boss, I'm really Jiang Lang's talent, and I have no choice but to talk to you about this. If you want to scorch the corpse, I still don't have an eyebrow, and the time limit given to me above is about to come. If the case is not solved within the time limit, then it can only be defined as an unsolved case, deposited in the file, and backlogged there, waiting for the opportunity. ”

Zhang Yang's helplessness, Ji Zimo understands. He asked casually, "How is Zhu Yimeng's situation?" ”

"Don't really ask about this, she sent me a text message, saying that there was really a problem with Siming Tea House, and that the boss had hired a large number of ghosts to be security guards in order to reduce costs." Zhang Yang's words were somewhat unbelievable, he only believed what his eyes saw and heard, which was not only outrageous, but also a little inexplicable.

Ji Zimo had known about this for a long time, and couldn't help but smile dumbly, sure enough, the ghost security guard he met last time existed. It's just that he didn't tell Zhang Yang because he was afraid that the death of the building would have something to do with him.

Using ghosts as security guards, Chen Siming can figure it out. Ghost security guards don't need RMB to pay their salaries, they just need to burn some cheaply bought paper money. Doing so is inexpensive and eliminates the other process headaches that come with hiring human security guards.

Zhang Yang is waiting for Ji Zimo to make an evaluation of this matter, whether to believe Zhu Yimeng's words or not.

If it's really like what she said, how do ghost security guards do it? He is not a Taoist priest, how can he fight with Yan Budao! In this way, he called early in the morning to verify whether the content of Zhu Yimeng's text message was true.

Ji Zimo did not reply to Zhang Yang, but changed the topic back to the death incident on Zhuxin Avenue.

Zhang Yang was also distressed by this death, and he really wanted Ji Zimo to go to the place where the death occurred.

From the community where Ji Zimo lives to Zhuxin Avenue, it is not far, and it takes more than ten minutes to run.

Ji Zimo hung up the phone, Su Qingmei didn't ask who called, she stared at him with a smile.

"What? Just ask! As he spoke, he pointed to the things on the table at Su Qingmei, and said, "I have to go to Zhuxin Avenue to clean up, so I flashed into the aisle and went to the bedroom."

Su Qingmei hadn't cleaned up yet, and Ji Zimo walked out of it in a hurry. pinched a door key in his hand, his eyes were full of smiles, and he stuffed the key into Su Qingmei's hand and said, "I want to eat your fried dishes tonight." ”

Qingmei pinched the key and asked casually, "You go straight to work?" ”

Ji Zimo, who was already changing his shoes, didn't raise his head, and said in a low voice: "Hmm." ”

In fact, Su Qingmei wanted to know who was calling just now, and only heard him mention Zhu Yimeng. But Ji Zimo didn't want to tell her, so she didn't want to ask.

Key! Su Qingmei didn't know that she accepted Ji Zimo like this, and began to prepare for long-term cohabitation with him, right or wrong! But there is one thing that she has to admit, that is, with Ji Zimo, she is very down-to-earth.

Ji Zimo didn't tell Su Qingmei the content of the call, but she went to the hospital and soon learned that the dean's nephew had died.

How can you die? She remembered the flat face, the freckles, and the swaggering look, and the words that could not be touched. He's disgusting, but he's not damned, so he's a big deal to ignore and ignore.

A patient came, Su Qingmei began to be busy, just saw a patient, and a nurse came to ask the dean.

The dean asked Su Qingmei to go to the office, undoubtedly to ask about his nephew's work at her place. My nephew died, and there were rumors in the hospital that the words were very unpleasant.

Some people say that his nephew took advantage of his work to sexually harass a female patient who was slightly pretty, and forced her to take off her clothes and look at people's body parts.

Others say that his nephew was killed in revenge.

The dean, who had a big belly and no hair on the top of his head, waited anxiously for Su Qingmei in the office with a sad face.

"Tuk Tuk" Su Qingmei knocked on the door.

A deep, slightly hoarse voice came from inside: "Come in." ”

The dean was fat, full of body, and his face was full of oil and water. His skin also lacked a shiny luster, he stuffed his bloated body into the chair, his thick and chubby fingers, I don't know if it was better to put it on the table, or perpendicular to the sides of his body, in short, when he saw Su Qingmei, he had a feeling that his eyes lit up.

This was the second time he had seen Su Qingmei.

Putting her nephew by her side also has ulterior motives.

The nurses, doctors, and doctors in the hospital all have an inexplicable relationship with the dean. Therefore, the dean has many eyes and ears, and he knows everything about every department.

Su Qingmei asked his nephew to leave the obstetrics and gynecology department, and he also knew. She didn't have the right to ask her nephew to leave, and it was a verbal remark, so the dean ignored it.

Unexpectedly, my nephew had an accident the next day.

"Do you know about your assistant?" The dean finally put his hand on the table, crossed his fingers, and a pair of fish bubble eyes flashed, and asked directly on Su Qingmei's face.

Su Qingmei lowered her head, she really didn't want to face this dean with an undecent style.

It is well known that the son-in-law of the dean is the first leader of a construction company, and the son-in-law bids for a competing project in the name of the hospital.

"Yes." Su Qingmei barely raised his head, and was forced to bow his head again by the other party's gaze of Chi Guoguo. His gaze was like a sharp blade, peeling off her clothes one by one, her heart was beating wildly, her gaze moved subconsciously, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the palms of her hands.

The dean got up and walked to the bookcase against the wall.

Su Qingmei glanced at it quickly, saw what book he was holding, and quickly lowered his head.

"Xiao Su, are you used to working here?" With a book in his hand, the dean walked up to her quietly, looked at her with a smile and asked.

Su Qingmei raised his head, squeezed out a smile, nodded woodenly, and replied in a low voice: "It's okay." ”

The dean handed her the book.

The title of the book: "The Golden Bottle of Plums" is written, and Ana is a petite ancient woman, with her chest and abdomen exposed......

Su Qingmei stood up in horror, his eyes were still lowered, and he didn't dare to take the book he handed him, but he made a move that the dean didn't expect. She turned around sharply, picked up the dean who was blocking the way, rushed to the door, didn't bother to listen to what the dean said, and ran away.

said that Ji Zimo went to Zhuxin Avenue.

Zhang Yang had been waiting there for a long time, and there was a circle of specially made chalk drawings of human figures on the ground.

What is the figure of the deceased, what is the body of the deceased after death.

Ji Zimo stood outside the circle of chalk drawings and asked Zhang Yang: "What do you want me to do?" ”

Zhang Yang raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said with a wry smile: "Do your best." ”

Ji Zimo didn't make a sound, squatted silently, looked at the circle of chalk drawings, and asked, "No bleeding?" "What he means is that it can't be related to the previous homicides!

Zhang Yang nodded and said: "The problem is here, the deceased has no scars, and there are no upper and lower bodies." The death is ugly, and the eyes are tearing. ”

"The body was sent to the funeral home?"

"Yes."

"Do you still want me to start with the dead man, open the mouth of the dead man, and let him tell me what is going on?"

"Clever." Zhang Yang praised.

"Brother, I am a man, not a god, how easy is it for a dead man to speak? You sent three corpses to the funeral home, and Cheng Lu spoke, causing me to be questioned by my colleagues. ”

Zhang Yang knew what Ji Zimo was talking about, didn't he stay in the dressing room with the female corpse for most of the day? Some people questioned that an excellent man like Ji Zimo didn't go to other places to find a job and came to the funeral home to come to those female corpses, in a word: he has a necrophilia.

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