Only then did Yan Qing retract his gaze, pass by him, take a cup, and take a can of milk from the refrigerator to heat it.

Yan Xiuwen's eyes fell on the can of milk in her hand, and then at the little girl in front of her, looking at the other party's height, looking up from her toes, and finally her eyebrows furrowed, and she didn't speak.

Yan Qing understood that look, and the corner of her forehead jumped, "I'm not short." ”

Yan Xiuwen's crimson lips hooked slightly, "I didn't speak." ”

Yan Qing: "I didn't talk to you. ”

Yan Xiuwen looked around, and his eyes fell on her, "I'm the only one around." ”

Yan Qing suddenly smiled, his eyes playful, "Little uncle, are you sure?" ”

Saying this, her eyes fell on the position behind Yan Xiuwen and hooked her lips.

These words came out of the mouth of a person who could see ghosts, which really made people panic, but Yan Xiuwen was not frightened at all, which reminded Yan Qing that when he first saw Zhou Jing near the train station, he was not frightened.

It is said that those who are not afraid of ghosts are either bold enough, or they are people who sit upright on weekdays.

She waited for the process of warming the milk, pulled out the chair on the side and sat down, raised her white and soft little face, and said a few words to him, "Little uncle is not afraid of ghosts?" ”

Yan Xiuwen's fingertips paused slightly, "Why be afraid?" ”

Yan Qing smiled, "There will always be people in this world who are afraid." ”

He put the ceramic cup in his hand on the table and looked at Yan Qing, "The ghosts that others are afraid of may be other people's hearts and minds that want to see people again." ”

When you think about it like this, no matter how terrible a ghost is, what is so terrible.

Hearing this, Yan Qing's face smiled even deeper, "It seems that the little uncle also has someone in his heart who wants to see again." ”

Yan Xiuwen pursed his lips slightly, and did not speak, but remembered some things he learned in Yunda today, and the Song language he learned through the other classmates around Song Yu and the counselor was very different from the Song language spoken by Wang Shen.

So much so that he always felt that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

But now, even Wang Shen's body has not been found, and it is too difficult to investigate thoroughly.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Do you have a way to find Wang Shen's body?" ”

"It's a little difficult, but you can try it." Yan Qing's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he looked at Yan Xiuwen, "What's the matter, the investigation of the case is not going well?" ”

Originally, the case should not be discussed with people outside the case, but Yan Qing was involved in it from the beginning, and Yan Xiuwen didn't care about it.

"There have been traces of cleaning at the scene of the crime, and I can't find any evidence related to Song language, and the suspect I learned about during my visit to the Song language school today and the Song language that Wang Shen told that day are like two people."

Therefore, let Yan Xiu always feel that there was something wrong in his heart.

How can a person who is dedicated to studying in his studies be so sharp as to kill people in emotional matters.

Yan Xiuwen: "What do you think?" ”

The corners of Yan Qing's mouth raised slightly, "No one has ever been able to guarantee that ghosts don't lie, do they?" ”

Yan Xiuwen was slightly stunned.

Yan Qing said again: "It's just that those words came out of the victim's mouth, so you will subconsciously feel that the words that come out of the mouth of the deceased himself will not be false." ”

"But if from the beginning, what Wang Shen said was made up, then what kind of person Song Yu himself was, and whether he killed anyone, is unknown."

If you want to understand a person, you never know it from a person's mouth, but you have to see it with a pair of eyes.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Yan Xiuwen bowed slightly, indeed, because the words came out of the victim's mouth, in the process of handling the case, he should regard Song Yu as the murderer and this as the direction of the investigation.

The most taboo in handling cases is the preconceived idea of perception, and they have made a big mistake.

Yan Qing smiled, "Little uncle, I brought the deceased out that day, just to give you the identity of the deceased, so that you can have a direction for investigation, but I can't guarantee whether the words in people's mouths are true or false." ”

Yan Qing's words can be described as Daigo's empowerment, but it doesn't sound like what a little girl about seventeen years old would say.

Yan Xiuwen's eyes suddenly looked at him differently from usual, "Thank you." ”

Yan Qing hooked his lips, "After-sales service only, polite." ”

Because there is only a dim light on, the light in the kitchen is a little warm, and it looks a little hazy.

Maybe she was at home, she was more comfortable, she only wore a small apricot camisole top and shorts, the warm light hit Yan Qing's body, and the skin that was already Shengxue was lined with more delicate and smooth.

The light fabric can't cover the full spring color of the garden underneath.

Yan Xiuwen looked away slightly, not looking at Yan Qing again.

At this moment, there was a soft "ding" sound, and the milk was warm.

Yan Qing got up and walked over, and was about to reach out to pick up the cup, but was grabbed by a hand that stretched out from behind.

She looked back and looked at Yan Xiuwen's face at close range, those deep eyes seemed to be able to attract people to drag them into the dark, sinking deeper and deeper.

His hands were wide and warm, and at such a close distance, he could almost feel the body temperature coming from his chest behind him, slightly warm, and it was impossible to ignore.

Yan Xiuwen let go of the hand holding Yan Qing, put the handkerchief he carried in his pocket and put it in the palm of her hand, "Beware of hot hands." ”

Because the voice is low, it is slightly magnetic, and the ears are numb when you hear it.

No one has ever been so close to her, so close that her whole person is wrapped in a strange atmosphere, a little uncomfortable, but not annoying.

It's just that I don't know why, but there is a faint sense of familiarity in her heart that she can't fathom herself.

She frowned.

By the time Yan Qing came back to his senses, Yan Xiuwen had already flushed his cup and put it away, and when he took a step to leave the kitchen, he left a sentence, "It's cold at night, wear more clothes when you go out, and beware of catching a cold." ”

Yan Qing took the handkerchief, held the milk, took a sip, warm, she blinked, looked in the direction where Yan Xiuwen walked away, why did she think that Yan Xiuwen was a little strange tonight?

She squinted her eyes slightly, whatever he wanted, he could make money if he had it.

…

The next morning, because of the weekend, the family had dinner at home.

When Yan Shu went downstairs, she followed Yan Zhen, and seeing that Yan Qing and Yan Xiuwen had already eaten, she hurriedly walked two steps faster, "Sister, little uncle, it's early." ”

She yawned while saying hello, she was disturbed by her eldest brother all night last night, and she almost couldn't get up in the morning.

It's just that he hasn't been home for half a year, and he doesn't remember where he put anything in his bedroom, and he doesn't even remember where he put the notebook where he wrote a lot of items last year.

He rummaged through the study on the third floor, but he turned out a certain junior high school essay by Yan Shu.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, with the essay, he knocked on Yan Shu's door angrily, wanting to settle accounts with her.

Yan Qing looked at Yan Shu's eyes, there was sympathy, she was next door last night, listening to Yan Zhen, who was unconscious, and knocked on the door seven times in one night.

It's no wonder that mothers who are married and have children don't sleep well, after all, children are easy to make noise at night.