In the next Beijing, at night, the twelve doors are still very busy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition to the task force, which is still rushing to plan, the rest of the people have basically been sent out to carry out the task.

The Tianhe case and the Qingyuan Dart Bureau case are both big cases that have not been encountered for decades, and the manpower in the door is tight, and even the interns are all put on the battlefield.

The criminal arrest task of the Qingyuan Dart Bureau case was finally arranged, and the leaders of the special combat team who participated in the mission dragged their tired bodies to the alley next door to eat haggis for supper.

Ding Li was also forced by everyone to drink with him, and washed the bloody gas on his body with a burning knife.

After fighting all day and sacrificing many colleagues, the group leaders sat down at the stall and drank the burning knives as the blood of the enemy, and a group of people went crazy to make a big supper stall.

The owner of the night snack stall is not surprised, these stalls opened next to the twelve doors, tables and chairs are basically changed every three or five days, anyway, if they are damaged, someone will definitely come to pay compensation the next day.

Ding Li saw the big scene of hundreds of people drinking and adventuring together in the riding camp, and he shouted two sentences before drinking the burning knife, and was immediately picked up by the special combat team man, and burned the knife a few times, and then obediently ran to the corner and vomited a few times, and then he was drunk on the table and unconscious, and was helped back to the dormitory by a kind colleague.

Back in the dormitory, the kind colleague leaned Ding Li back to the bed with difficulty, helped Ding Li cover the quilt, and thoughtfully pulled the corner of the quilt to Ding Li's neck, and then inadvertently flicked his right finger in front of Ding Li's nose.

A little yellowish powder, with a slight flick of the finger, fell accurately into Ding Li's nostrils.

After doing this, the kind colleague stood by the bed and waited for half a cup of tea, and after confirming that the powder had completely melted into Ding Li's nasal cavity, he got up and left.

This powder is not a poison, these powders can only make Ding Li's stomach upset the next day, his whole body is sore, his mind is dizzy, and he is like a hangover.

This kind colleague, he is not anyone's person, he is a good colleague with a bottom line, so he will not do some excessive things to hurt his peers.

So these actions to Ding Li tonight. It's already the limit of what he can do, someone said that Ding Li robbed him of his promotion opportunity, and wanted to punish Ding Li a little, so that Ding Li could pull his stomach for a few days, he chose to believe it, or the large pile of silver tickets that others put in front of him, so that he regained his innocence, naively thinking that he was still a primary school boy who went to school in the study, and what he did tonight was just to help his friends play tricks on the same table.

So when he was covering the door, he remembered that he would be able to buy a half-corner house in the suburbs of Beijing tomorrow, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a half-curved smile, blow a brisk whistle, and go to his life to receive the reward.

As the footsteps of the kind-hearted colleague gradually moved away, Ding Li, who should have been drunk on the bed, also hooked a half-curved smile at the corner of his mouth, and then sat up suddenly, his eyes were bright, and he said: "Innocent, use poison in front of the ancestors?", and then quietly opened the door, turned around, and disappeared into the night.

The voice that spoke was a little hoarse and low, not Ding Li's voice, the real Ding Li, when he pretended to go to the end of the alley to vomit, he had quietly switched away.

The real Ding Li has come to an unknown alley house, picked up the tea bowl, took a sip of tea, and the smiling scholar was already quietly sitting opposite him.

Ding Li hurriedly put the tea bowl away, got up, bowed deeply respectfully, and didn't get up for a long time.

The scholar sat down with a smile and accepted the salute indifferently.

After Ding Li straightened up, he looked at the scholar's pure eyes, and suddenly didn't know where to start, and his hands and feet were lying there as if he had nowhere to put them

"Sit~~" The scholar nodded his chin and motioned for Ding Li to sit down first, his voice was soft and quiet, so that Ding Li involuntarily relaxed and sat down.

"Mei ...... The deceased, the kid Ding Li, a person from Jiangzhou. Ding Li hesitated for a long time before he could hold back such a sentence.

"You're not from Jiangzhou. The scholar seemed to have thought of something interesting, first he was happy for a long time, and then he looked at Ding Li and said: "You are from Jinling, as for why you went to Jiangzhou, it is a long story." ”

"Jinling people, old people, do you know my father?" Ding Li said happily, he had no impression of his father at all, every time he asked his mother about his father, his mother would stop what he was doing, tilted his head and thought for a long time, and finally told Ding Li that his father was a sick ghost who died too early and couldn't remember what he looked like.

"Your father is an interesting person, and your mother is a very interesting person. Speaking of Ding Li's father, the scholar's voice finally had a little ripple, as if a few drops of spring rain fell into the long-sealed lake.

"My mother is so funny, it's dull all day. Ding Li wondered.

The scholar shook his head lightly, was silent for a while, and said, "Jiangzhou Lin is not your mother, she is your adoptive mother, she and your adoptive father...... are all respectable. ”

Lin is not a mother?!

Ding Liru was struck by lightning, and his mother, who has been with him for 20 years, is not his own mother?

Since meeting the scholar, Ding Li has fantasized about countless possibilities about his father, but he never expected that the mother in the family is not his mother, and listening to the scholar's tone, it seems that even the sick ghost father in his mother's mouth is not his biological father.

"That'...... Who the hell is my father and mother?" Ding asked as he struggled to control his emotions, his lips trembling slightly.

The eyes of the scholar and Hexi finally wavered, frowned slightly, and propped his forehead on the corner of the table, as if he was thinking about a difficult question

This was the first time Ding Li had seen him frown.

The scholar's frown made Ding Li's mood gradually heavy.

Ding Li is not a dull person, before tonight, his fantasies about his father were full of joy and optimism, because since the scholar is his father's old man, his father must also be a great person with such a powerful old man.

But tonight, since the scholar frowned, Ding Li's fantasy about his father has quietly changed, and the past that people are not good to talk about must be gray, heavy, and perhaps accompanied by a black fog that cannot be broken away.

The scholar seemed to be a lover, and Ding Li could see on his face that he was unwilling to lie or deceive himself.

Ding Li took a deep breath and silently waited for the mystery to be revealed.

Half a tea hour, Yu Dingli seems to have been in the cold winter for several years.

Finally, the scholar sat up straight, looked into Ding Li's eyes and said, "Your father and mother are people worthy of your pride, you should remember this first." ”

Ding Li closed his eyes and chewed on the scholar's words carefully.

These words made Ding Li's heart feel a little soothed, at least his father and mother should not be evil people, they can be proud, this is not the point that most people can do.

Ding Li reopened his eyes and asked a key question: "That...... Where do my birth parents live?"