Silent Reading Chapter 34: Humbert Humbert One

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To give a more inappropriate example, Luo Wenzhou's mental state at this time is about the same as Zhao Haochang when he first heard of his secrets at the "Vintage Winery".

He was struck by lightning, and he was "stolen" and won—the reunion of small white flowers were still spreading their branches in the rain.

Luo Wenzhou arrogantly defended: "I... uh... what... I actually just stopped by and took a look."

Following this route, the great Luo team probably wanted to abscond from North Korea.

There is no need for Fei Du to ridicule, Luo Wenzhou himself also reacted to this indifferent sentence with "Zhang Donglai style".

At this moment, not to mention that his face is just the thickness of a mortal fetus*, he borrowed the Great Wall to squeeze his face, and could not block Fei Du’s invisible sight. Luo Wenzhou panicked and avoided it. He caught his sight and dealt with a few words indiscriminately.

"Let's talk," Luo Wenzhou said, "I have to go to work tomorrow, I will leave first."

As he said, taking a big step, he was about to rush into the rain. Before he could feel the "moisturization" of nature, the next moment, the **** umbrella followed like a shadow.

Fei Du didn't move, only slightly stretched out the arm holding the umbrella, half of his shoulder was quickly wetted by the heavy rain, and a layer of what seemed to be there was formed on him.

Then he quietly asked: "So you put this flower?"

For the past seven years, Fei Du has come to the cemetery every time he died. Sometimes he will postpone a little bit, and he will often encounter a bunch of small white flowers of poor taste. I can't tell why I asked.

It doesn't seem to be malicious, and Fei Du didn't intend to be too serious. It's just that he considered many possibilities, but he didn't expect it to be Luo Wenzhou.

Luo Wenzhou made a very embarrassing "Um", then he said, "I've come here, just bring some--you...what, haven't you already left?"

Fei Du stared at him with a more cryptic gaze, and asked, "How do you know that I'm gone?"

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Very good, he feels that his mental state is infinitely close to Zhao Haochang when he talked about it.

Fei Du imperially stuffed the heavy umbrella into his hand, bent down and picked up the soft silk scarf that had fallen next to the tombstone: "I forgot to take this away."

Luo Wenzhou was entrusted with the important task of holding an umbrella by the young master. He didn't leave for a while, and it was embarrassing to stay. He had to follow Fei Du and cast his eyes around pretending to enjoy the scenery.

The neatly arranged tomb owners or the solemn or solemn portraits all paid attention to him. The rain curtain in the distance connected the gray sky with the hills in the suburbs, and the squirrels in the mountains also crawled back into the trees. In the cave closed doors and thanked the guests-Luo Wenzhou hovered for a long while without gaze, and finally fell on Fei Du, the only living creature in the small space opened by the black umbrella.

Luo Wenzhou was surprised to find that as long as the creature was dissatisfied with verbal contempt of the Dao-yi Wangfa, he turned out to be a tall, handsome man with straight shoulders. His dark gray shirt was ironed and stiff, and a small piece of it was wetted tightly around his waist. From the eyes of the "male", it was almost called "hue", which was very pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly, Fei Du turned around, Luo Wenzhou couldn't dodge, his eyes lightly collided with him, Luo Wenzhou's breathing couldn't help but stop. However, he quickly recovered and withdrew back his soul that had gone astray for a short time. A light cough: "Is it okay to talk to you, brother?"

Fei Du's face finally showed the familiar smile of Luo Wenzhou: "Team Luo, are you so familiar with anyone?"

This long-lost mockery finally shattered the tense atmosphere. Luo Wenzhou was inexplicably relieved. He pointed his finger at the small steps under the stone tombstone: "Wait, I have to go down the mountain first when I go back. It's so heavy rain. Out of danger."

Fei Du sat down on the small stone steps without comment.

Luo Wenzhou held a heavy carbon umbrella, feeling his shape like a mushroom in full bloom. He turned his head towards the woman on the tombstone and bowed slightly and sat beside Fei Du.

Fei Du gives people—at least it gives Luo Wenzhou the feeling, often like the metal-framed glasses he occasionally puts on the bridge of his nose. They look very exquisite, but in fact, they are silent and impersonal.

However, at this moment, trapped under an umbrella, he was surprised to find that the body temperature was not low.

The torrential rain fell through in a blink of an eye, the heat died down and disappeared, and the damp coolness rushed over, reflecting the warmth of the person next to him.

"I occasionally come over and take a look," Luo Wenzhou spoke first, "After all, this is the first murder case I have dealt with."

Fei Du: "So impressive?"

"Well," after Luo Wenzhou nodded briefly, he was silent for a while, and then said, "But not to impress your mother."

Fei Du didn't care much and said: "What kind of corpse Luo has never seen before, of course..."

Luo Wenzhou: "I have never forgotten you."

Fei Du's words suddenly stopped, and he almost choked on him. He looked back at Luo Wenzhou in amazement, suspecting that he had taken the wrong medicine.

Luo Wenzhou did not notice that he said something quite ambiguous. His calloused fingers slowly rubbed the carbon umbrella handle, staring at the flat bluestone slab in front of him, and said: "I remember the weather was not too bad that day. Okay, while Tao Ran and I called to ask seniors for instructions, we rushed to your house desperately. Because the situation is unknown, we are afraid that if it is a case of murder and the murderer does not go far, you will not leave. A child is there. What dangers will you encounter."

Fei Du seemed to be a little moved, and his face was faintly smiling.

"When you arrived, you were sitting on the stone steps at the entrance of your house in this position," Luo Wenzhou said, "then I heard the footsteps and looked up at us. I can't forget that look."

It was a pair of clear eyes that were almost straight, as if suppressing many unannounced calls for help and hopes-even though the boy's attitude at the time was restrained and introverted.

"You remind me of a story my master once told."

"That was when he was young. You shouldn’t have been born yet. At that time, there was a case of missing children. Several children were lost. They were all young girls around ten years old. After school, When I went home and didn’t go home, it just disappeared without knowing it. Then we have limited criminal investigation skills and level. DNA basically does not know what it is. The identity of a deceased is determined by blood type and family members to provide the characteristics of the victim. Stupid way, this case turned into an unsolved case in the end. None of the six missing girls was found. One of the victims’ father couldn’t stand the stimulation and collapsed. Later, his spirit has been abnormal."

Fei Du didn't interrupt, and sat quietly listening.

"He ran back and forth hundreds of times to the bureau, without any results. The case was not only one case, but there was no breakthrough. Everyone’s attention must be shifted. So he sent an old detective who could talk more. To send this entangled father, that person is my master. I have had more contact with him, and my master pity him sometimes, and sometimes persuade him to look forward, because he really can’t get past the hurdle of a child. It’s better to have another one while he’s young. He doesn’t listen. No one helped him investigate, so he did it himself. After a few months, one day, he suddenly came out and grabbed my master, saying that he had found the suspect."

Speaking of this, Luo Wenzhou paused, turning his head to look at Fei Du's eyes.

The corners of Fei Du’s eyes have been completely opened, and the shape is still vaguely the same as when he was a teenager, but the inside is very different. His eyes do not know when they started, become lazy, and his eyes remain open all year round. Sometimes he smiled at others politely, but his eyes were not focused, full of carelessness. The stubborn, clear and even paranoid gaze of the year was not left behind.

They seem to only exist in Luo Wenzhou's heart, and they are an illusion of his own passion.

He stared at Fei Du in a daze for too long. Fei Du couldn't help but owe him a bit of nausea. His eyes swept over Luo Wenzhou’s nose and lips. Fei Du lowered his voice and said, "Team Luo. Please don’t pretend to be pure at your age. Don’t you know that staring at people for a long time is usually asking for a kiss?"

Luo Wenzhou has experienced many battles and is not so easy to be disgusted. He recovered, and then attacked without changing his face: "Don't worry, I can't find you, little boy."

The two keenly felt that a war was brewing at the same time, but there was no Tao Ran to mediate here. The rain was falling around the sky. The two of them had only one umbrella, and there was no place to hide, so they had to use their senses, each Take a step back reluctantly-at the same time he turned his head and shut his mouth.

For a long time, Fei Du raised his brow lightly and said impatiently: "What does the case of losing the child have to do with me?"

"My master told me the look in his eyes at the time, saying that his father’s eyes were like an icy cave with two fierce longings in it, burning his soul-when I saw you, I somehow remembered it His words."

After Fei Du listened to this, the long eyebrows on one side were raised high, and he sneered: "You, or you have bad eyesight, or you have too much imagination. What then?"

"He identified a prestigious middle school teacher. The teacher was a good person well-known far and wide. He won a charity award for helping others and was a model worker." Luo Wenzhou said, "Although he feels a little frustrated and crazy , My master still did what he said to check."

Fei Du: "In private?"

"That's the teacher. If there is any rumors, even if he is innocent, his life will be over. My master only dared to investigate in private. After a long time, I didn’t find anything. The suspicion was that the father had mental problems. The two broke up unhappily, and my master never took care of it. But soon... there was a murder case. The father held a watermelon knife and put him in doubt. Stabbed to death."

Fei Du said with a "ha": "Don't worry, I will definitely not stabbing people with a knife. It is our style to buy murderers."

Luo Wenzhou ignored his provocation: "The most terrifying thing is that when they were investigating the dead, they found the missing girl's clothes and a comatose little girl in his basement."

Luo Wenzhou paused slightly after speaking. Through the rain curtain, he breathed out a long breath, remembering the old detective's repeated warnings: "If someone looks at you with that kind of eyes, it means that he has a dear to you. What you are looking forward to, no matter what the result is, don’t live up to that expectation."

Fei Du heard this story like an urban legend, but he didn't touch anything, just curiously asked: "Do you still have a master?"

"When I first entered the industry, we took our old seniors," Luo Wenzhou said, "I don't know if Tao Ran mentioned to you-he sacrificed while arresting criminals a few years ago."

Fei Du hesitated for a while, frowned and thought about it: "Three years ago?"

"How do you know?"

"Because I have no impression," Fei Du said, "My dad had an accident three years ago. It happened to be when I was involved in all kinds of things. Only during that time I didn't contact Tao Ran much."

When Luo Wenzhou heard this, he suddenly didn't know which of the tendons was wrong. He blurted out and asked, "Do you really like Tao Ran?"

Fei Du's sitting posture is very relaxed, with his legs folded, fingers on his knees, he bends the corners of his eyes when he hears the sound, and teasingly asked: "Why, Tao Ran is ready to find someone to get married, you still want to fight with me ?"

Luo Wenzhou was a little helpless, and then shook his head and smiled. Suddenly he felt that the two of them met a little bit and smiled and enmity. He was unconsciously touching the cigarette case in his arms and resisting the impulse with difficulty. Next to Fei Du So he opened his mouth: "Pick it."

Luo Wenzhou said strangely: "Are you not pharyngitis?"

Fei Du shrugged: "No, I will just find a fault to make you feel comfortable."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

Sure enough, it's still a bastard!

He couldn't help but stretched out his fist and gave Fei Du a bit. Who knew Fei Du was a true gentleman who practiced "talking but not hands". He was caught off guard by a slight attack on his shoulders. He was originally elegant and relaxed. The sitting posture lost his balance, and the long legs that he erected fell off. Fei Du hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the ground, and was wiped with embarrassed muddy water.

Not only did Luo Wenzhou not apologize, he also seemed to think it was a lot of fun, and laughed heartlessly beside him.

Fei Du: "..."

This barbarian!

The two rarely stayed together for a long time without incident. Seeing that the rain subsided, Luo Wenzhou returned the umbrella to Fei Du: "Tao Ran's new house has been renovated. I have to move this week. I will just sit back and sit together again."

Fei Du didn't say a word, and stared at him blankly. Luo Wenzhou somehow felt that he was very similar to Luo Yiguo. They were all the kind of "sweeping mortal dust" that "the world is full of mad dogs, I am alone and noble". Finding new pleasures, he couldn't help but laugh, and rushed into the patter of rain while holding his head.

At this point, Shen Yuan seems to have dispersed, and the truth seems to be revealed.

Follow-up finishing work was hurried and unhurried. Based on the testimony of Wang Hongliang and others, the police completely ruled out the possibility that He Zhongyi was involved in drugs. The mysterious text message finally failed to ask for the exact source, so he found it nearby. Together with the two pinhole cameras, another self-directed and self-acted performance by Zhao Haochang was identified as the "actor".

Although he firmly refused to admit it.

Ma Xiaowei was detained for a few days. Together with Wu Xuechun and others, he was sent to a drug rehabilitation center, ready to earn a new life with all his might.

Luo Wenzhou personally drove the two of them into the car. Before leaving, Wu Xuechun gave him a deep look. Luo Wenzhou nodded at her, and then touched Ma Xiaowei's shaved head like a kiwi: "Big It’s hard not to die, you can do well in the future."

The car left in the dust, Luo Wenzhou smoked a cigarette on the side of the road, sighed alone, and temporarily swallowed the two thorns in his heart that looked like a thorn in his throat. Is Chen Zhen's death as Huang Jinglian said, just an accident ?

And the driver of the black car who always carries a sense of distrust, how did Wang Hongliang's strict guard at the time successfully stabbed the shoddy report letter to the city bureau?

Isn't he afraid of the city council and those people in a nest?

With Chen Zhen's death, these things can't be traced back finally.

Ma Xiaowei, who left, used his scalp to record the temperature in the palm of the young detective, and sat in the car silently, looking at the billboards that were retreating quickly on both sides of the road.

While waiting for the red light, a small car stopped by the side. The window flashed and slowly shook. A mobile phone screen flashed across a two-finger-wide gap with a sticker on it to prevent peeping from both sides. Only from Ma Xiaowei’s point of view can I read the line of words clearly on it, and it says-you are doing well.

Ma Xiaowei opened his eyes wide and shuddered. Before he could see the hand holding the phone, the window of the car was closed, and he branched off at the intersection ahead.

A week later, Fei Du bid farewell to his many years of psychotherapy, Tao Ran finally got a foundation in this city, moved into a new house, and a large group of colleagues and friends went lively to "add a house" to him.

The new home looks like a dog, but in fact, the house is already three years old, and it is an old-aged commercial building with a glorious appearance and frustration.

"Vice Tao, I told you that there should be a retro clock at the entrance. It is the kind of clock in the European railway station. It can watch the time and has a special feeling. There are a bunch of plants hanging around the corner. Ecological ball, the kitchen puts a whole set of fresh kitchen utensils of the jungle..." Lang Qiao is an interior decoration enthusiast who is standing and talking. He rushes around as soon as he enters the door, pointing the country, and when she probes into the kitchen, she just sees Luo Wenzhou's back. Facing her, he was holding a pot of prepared sauce with one hand, Lang Qiao was shocked, "Mom, boss, why are you?"

"It's not who I am, Mr. Tao of your family? Do you want to have a full noodle meal?" Luo Wenzhou glanced at her disgustingly, "Hide away, don't get in the way if you don't help."

Lang Qiao quickly gave way, watching him pour the sauce on a plate of boiled vegetables next to him, the aroma immediately transpired, she swallowed, and wanted to pinch a piece to taste, she was patted by Luo Wenzhou’s long-eyed back Opened his paws.

Lang Qiao: "Why do I always see you running to the cafeteria?"

"Otherwise?" Luo Wenzhou picked up a kitchen knife, quickly and evenly sliced ​​an onion into thin slices, and threw it into the pot where the curry chicken was cooked. , Am I sick?"

Lang Qiao’s eyes lit up with a "brush": "By the way, you still have a cat! Boss, you are a real colleague, show me your little Meow!"

"You straighten your tongue and speak," Luo Wenzhou was too entangled by her, and impatiently twisted the curry pot to a small fire, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and opened the pet monitoring mobile app, "Look for yourself, Maybe not in the nest, I said, can you change a totem in your village? What is bad to worship, cats, low-level fun!"

Lang Qiao reverently took his cell phone with both hands. As soon as he connected to the surveillance system, a huge cat's face appeared in the camera.

Luo Yiguo faintly stared at the camera for a while, not knowing what he saw. Then, the uncle jumped onto the window sill, and in front of Luo Wenzhou and Lang Qiao, he did something to the hanging basket on the window sill. There was a miserable harm.

Luo Wenzhou watched it repeatedly grabbing and biting, and used a life-threatening chain of claws on the hanging basket, plucking the flowerpot to the ground, and the bone china flowerpot and the plants disappeared together.

Lang Qiao: "..."

The style of this cat is also very cool.

She exchanged her mobile phones nerdly: "Then what...sorrowful change?"

As the head of the family, Luo Wenzhou wanted to run away.

At this moment, Tao Ran probed in: "Fei Du said when he will arrive, can he find a place?"

Luo Wenzhou glanced out from the kitchen window, and just saw a huge dazzling SUV downstairs-another "One Pot" had already arrived, and he had a headache: "Go downstairs, I saw him The car is out."

According to the local custom, to celebrate the housewarming is to bring some pots, pans, and small appliances as gifts. Fei Du remembered the sesame oil-scented office of the Municipal Bureau, and simply bought a pumped automatic coffee machine.

The weight of the one-meter-high large cardboard box is really not light. For Tao Ran, Fei did a rare physical job and carried this big guy to the elevator...

Then he faced a striking elevator and looked at each other with the dog walkers who could not climb the stairs.

For a while, he realized something afterwards, and took out his phone: "Brother, how many floors do you live on?"

"Twelfth floor," Tao Ran said with a smile on the phone, "the elevator broke down today, you can take two steps."

Fei Du: "..."

He lowered his head and glanced at the big box, feeling like Luo Wenzhou was over.