Silent Reading Chapter 76: Macbeth (17)

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Luo Wenzhou has worked as a criminal policeman for so many years and has never encountered such an "attack police."

Fei Du seemed to have anticipated his reaction beforehand. He immediately moved away. He stepped back a few inches. There was a little blood in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly curved. A little smile was brewing.

Not a warm and welcoming smile, kind of malicious.

It wasn't until then that Luo Wenzhou tasted the mint he had left behind—not very sweet, but a bit cold, and drove straight along the gap between his lips, scratching his throat, and infecting his chest all the way, surrounding him. The noisy heart is domineering.

Fei Du’s rhythm is extremely precise, and he doesn’t just chase hard. Ruoli left him a space for resistance and aftertaste. If his gaze is real, he gently skips his eyebrows. Snout, keenly heard Luo Wenzhou's breathing stagnated.

This seems to be a good time to push his nose and face. The next moment, Fei Du made a comeback again. He buckled Luo Wenzhou with his backhand and pulled his hand on the back of the chair. His straight nose was like a cheetah patrolling the territory, elegant Without hurriedly rubbing the opponent's cheek, he dexterously pried Officer Luo's lips that were not very determined to resist.

The narrow car seemed to have "heated fast" out of thin air, the stagnant airflow heated up quickly, and Fei Du's breath enveloped.

Luo Wenzhou is not an upright gentleman who sits on his shoulders. The ups and downs of the day have seriously consumed his will, not to mention that he hasn't seen Fei Duan such a "professional kissing nine-dan" player for many years. The sensible soul still has a dull face, and the impetuous* has been drawn by a little gentleness in his heart, and he involuntarily caters to it, driving him to raise his hand first and then hold Fei Du’s neck, and then he will be caught. Pressed into his arms.

Until then, Fei Du’s always cold body slightly recalled a little of his sanity, Luo Wenzhou’s only remaining sanity was finally able to breathe, and he yelled hoarsely into his ears: "You **** want What are you doing!"

The veins of Luo Wenzhou's hands pressing on the back of Fei Du's neck jumped violently, and he used the revolutionary will to withstand the chili water and the tiger stool. Only then did Luo Wenzhou grab the back of Fei Du's neck and lift him off.

Fei Du leaned sideways and sat on the co-driver. He raised his eyebrows with regret. Then he didn't seem to care about it. He pushed the car door very smoothly. Luo Wenzhou was about to grill him on skewers. , Stretched out his thumb lightly, and wiped the corners of his mouth: "The travel expenses are clear, this time I can go, brother?"

Luo Wenzhou said with a cold face: "Go down, go away."

His reaction seemed to please Fei Du. The **** got out of the car calmly, bent down, and waved at him through the window: "Go back and drive slowly. Also, the bruise on your waist That's too great, do you want to go to the hospital to deal with it? People can't bear to touch it."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

There was a gust of wind through the pulled down car window, and he realized that the hem of his shirt had been lifted by the stinky gangster named Fei at some point.

"But the abdominal muscles really feel great." Fei Duo put down this comment on the fire, put his hands in his pockets, turned away and walked to the empty villa.

In Luo Wenzhou's heart, there were two angers rising alternately. It was really smoke from Qiqiao, there was no way to solve it, and it was about to explode.

He glared at Fei Du's back through the rearview mirror irritably, and the faint warmth in his heart once again leaked clean. He didn't know whether he wanted to strip Fei's clothes or simply strip his skin.

Staring, Luo Wenzhou suddenly caught a glimpse of Fei Du’s straight shirt sleeves in no wind. At first, he thought it was some dark reflection embroidered on the shirt. Upon closer inspection, he found that it was Fei Du himself. Shaking involuntarily, as if it was extremely cold, and as if being shocked by an electric shock.

Luo Wenzhou frowned, hesitated for a moment, uneasy, pushed the car door to follow.

Maybe it’s because they think the security in their wealthy area is too good. Fei Du didn’t even close the courtyard gate, and the four doors were wide open. Maybe it’s because there is no one to live for a long time. Fei Du filled the yard with stone slabs, and there was no grass growing, and it looked flat and cold.

When Luo Wenzhou chased him, Fei Du had already found the key and opened the door.

Luo Wenzhou: "Hey, I said you..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Mr. Fei, who had just been arrogant and domineering, swayed his whole body. He pressed his hand on the doorknob as if he wanted to hold it, but the opened door moved back with his strength. Turning on, Fei Du staggered and knelt down directly.

The entrance hall was covered with cold marble slabs, and his knees hit it without any cushion. With a muffled sound, Luo Wenzhou felt that his legs were limping when he heard the movement, and he hurriedly went over to hold him back.

The abnormal blood color on Fei Du's face seemed to have been exhausted, and it was a bit paler than usual. There was a slight cold sweat on the forehead, and his hands and feet trembled like a light twitch and couldn't stop.

"What's the matter?" Luo Wenzhou raised his hand to hug him, reached out and cupped his face, "What's the matter? Fei Du, talk to me!"

"It may be...low...low blood sugar..." Fei Du snorted almost inaudibly, and reached out to hold Luo Wenzhou's knees, trying to stand up, but his arms were soft, struggling and falling again. Went back.

"Hypoglycemia?" Luo Wenzhou listened to this incredible explanation, and immediately ridiculed him, "You are tired when you take advantage of me, are you old? I really take it too--"

As he said, he put his hands hard and directly hugged Fei Du.

Fei Du stood up and stature was quite slender, and he felt so strong that he would have a strong sense of presence, which would lift people up, but Luo Wenzhou felt that he did not feel as difficult as he imagined, with a thin layer of flesh. I can faintly bump into the bones, obviously the kind of lean physique who neglects exercise.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, it seems reasonable. A young man in his early twenties can crack bones if he touches it casually. It is not as strong as the frame of the glasses. He must be the kind of person who spends time and drinks everywhere with his youth and is in a sub-healthy state all year round. Fei Du often has no blood on his face. Sometimes he fools around with his friends and friends too crazy, and he has a little obvious lack of Qi and blood. He is obviously a typical "kidney-deficiency son".

But there is a certain cold and toughness in him, which always makes people forget that he is an "embroidered pillow" that is not to be used.

Luo Wenzhou carried Fei Du flat on the sofa, got up and moved his bruised old waist: "Don't die, do you have something to eat?"

Fei Du didn't say a word, and weakly reached out his hand to point to the kitchen.

Luo Wenzhou walked away two steps, then turned back, picked up a blanket on the sofa, threw it on Fei Du, and turned back into the kitchen.

The kitchen windows are clean and clean, probably because people are invited to clean them all the year round. Pots, pans and pans are basically displayed. The labels of a few things have not been removed. Luo Wenzhou opened several cabinets and found the cabinet with seasonings. Bag of white sugar, he picked up a bucket of pure water next to him, poured out half a cup of water to melt the sugar.

Just as he was about to take Fei Du a drink, Luo Wenzhou remembered something again, looked down at the bottled water that had been opened before, and thought: "How long has this thing been left? It won't expire, right?"

He lowered his head and smelled the water, then opened the production date on the barrel. Huo Ran discovered that it was bought a week ago. Luo Wenzhou was taken aback, and then quietly opened the door of the refrigerator next to him. The refrigerator is a bit empty, there are a few cans of milk and a small amount of fruit, a little bit of fast food, which is not very rich, and it is still fresh. It is basically a food reserve for a short overnight stay here. Fei Du happened to have just come back recently, or often comes here. Stay?

As far as Luo Wenzhou understands, when Fei Du's mother was still alive, he didn't live here for a long time. He usually lived in an apartment near the school and was taken care of by a nanny. He came back every weekend. Fei Du moved back to live for six months only when he was taking care of his mother's funeral. His father was always absent, and a child lived in a murderous house by himself. He felt panic when he thought about it, so Tao Ran would visit him from time to time until half a year later. Fei Du moved back to the apartment in the city, and the people who cared about him overtly and secretly felt relieved.

Luo Wenzhou thought it was a dead man’s house that was not good enough to sell, so he never sold it. Now it seems...

He looked back thoughtfully at Fei Du who was lying on the sofa—this house is really horrible. Although it is well-decorated, well-lit, and spotlessly clean, it always feels gloomy. , Very suitable for suicide and haunting.

From the moment Luo Wenzhou entered the door, he vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the house, but after all, he had been here seven years ago. It is good that he can still find the door now, and he can't think of the problem for a while.

He put the sugar water in front of Fei Du, originally letting Fei drink it by himself, but found that his hands were trembling almost unable to hold the cup, so he had to **** it and feed it to him.

Fei Du sighed lightly: "Brother, I will love you so much that I cannot help myself."

Luo Wenzhou's scalp was numb by his nasal voice, and he said quietly: "Hurry up and drink, where are so many ‘light talk’, I can’t kill you."

Fei Du drank a cup of sugar water, and finally had some strength, and he was paralyzed on the sofa without bones: "It's okay, it's just faint and vomiting a little collapsed in the hospital. Zhou Huaijin was beside him at the time. On others."

Luo Wenzhou looked at him and suddenly asked: "Do you often live here by yourself?"

Fei Du opened his eyes quickly. Although his posture did not change, Luo Wenzhou could feel that Fei Du's nerves tightened instantly.

"This place is far away from your company, Yan Gong University, the city bureau... and even your tutor's house," Luo Wenzhou said slowly, "As far as I know, there is no such thing as your prodigal family frequented nearby. Entertainment venues-are you okay to come and live in the murder house all the way?"

"What's the problem?" Fei Du gave him an impeccable smile after a meal, "This is my home."

Although his tone was soft, he gave a defensive answer with a needle in Mianli, which made people unable to answer.

Luo Wenzhou was silent for a moment. He wanted to smoke as soon as he thought about it. While searching for the ashtray subconsciously, Luo Wenzhou asked Fei Du: "I smoke a cigarette..."

Just halfway through the conversation, Luo Wenzhou paused, and the eyes of the two fell on the ashtray on the coffee table at the same time.

Fei Du reacted, his face changed suddenly.

At the same time, Luo Wenzhou's vague memories and vague intuitions were finally put on a string, and they became clear-by the way, he remembered it!

Neither Fei Du nor his father smoked. This ashtray was used by his mother during his lifetime.

In order to investigate the cause of her death, Luo Wenzhou once went to Fei’s house several times to talk to Fei Du’s dad. Once he asked the owner if he could smoke. Fei Du’s father-that strong and shrewd The man took out the ceramic fruit plate under the table and handed it to him, claiming that since his wife passed away, he was afraid that he would be hurt by touching the scene, so he cleaned all the things she used before she was alive, and also adjusted the furniture in the house. NS.

He said at the time...

"I moved the position of the TV, and the piano that was placed here was also removed, the hanger at the door, the flower vases she liked...I can't see it, all moved out—— I'm sorry Officer Luo, I don't smoke. After she leaves, there will be no ashtray in the house. You can make do with this."

Luo Wenzhou's gaze swept across the living room. The TV, the piano in the living room, the retro hangers at the door, and even the flower vases from the hallway to the living room were all moved back to their original positions!

The vase is filled with fake flowers. I don’t know where it was made. The fake flowers look like flowers that have been left for too long and should be replaced. They rushed there after they received the report. , The flower arrangement seen at the crime scene is exactly the same!

Luo Wenzhou finally understands where this house is weird. It is like a large specimen, fixed in time seven years ago——

"I'm a little tired today," Fei Du lifted the blanket on his body and sat upright, his tone was a little stiff, and he made a eviction order, "I won't entertain you anymore. Have a nice weekend."

Luo Wenzhou was not so easy to dismiss. He leaned back and leaned back on the soft sofa: "Oh, just now I said that I love to be uncontrollable, kiss and touch and take advantage of it. Anyway, you almost mean it like this."

Fei Du's whole body tensed, and Parkinson's hands became less trembling. He settled down, smiled reluctantly, and said slickly: "That's okay, if you feel a disadvantage, you can get it back... "

He hadn’t finished speaking, Luo Wenzhou had already laughed angrily by him. He leaned in and grabbed Fei Du’s collar, forcibly dragged him up, and forced him to the corner of the sofa: "I’m used to your problems--really. Think I dare not do anything to you?"