boyfriend in the fridge

Jin Dingyu was taken to the city bureau for questioning.

Jin Dingyong also came to the Municipal Bureau.

There were several other men present at the time, and they all expressed concern for Jin Dingyu, but in the end they were all "driven" back by Jin Dingyong politely.

"Song? I remember your surname is Song, right?" In a corridor of the Municipal Bureau, Jin Dingyong looked at Song Buzhi suspiciously and asked, "You work for the Municipal Bureau?"

Song Buzhi smiled slightly: "No, my boyfriend is from the Municipal Bureau."

Jin Dingyong's face changed: "Boyfriend? The one just now? It's too—too shocking."

If it weren't for the obvious disgust that flashed in Jin Dingyong's eyes, Song Buzhi would have believed him, but it was too shocking.

But in fact... Song Buzhi said "hehe" twice in his heart, and immediately made a decision: "Mr. Jin, my house will not be rented out."

Jin Dingyong: "What? I paid all the money!"

Song Buzhi: "The money you gave earlier was for me to buy you some new furniture. I will return the money to you intact. Anyway, we didn't sign the contract, and you didn't pay the deposit, right?"

Jin Dingyong: "Mr. Song is not trustworthy when he says something, so you still want to rent out the house? Not everyone like me doesn't mind haunted houses."

Song Buzhi: "You don't need to worry about Mr. Jin—do you want to live in a house where a gay couple once lived?"

Song Buzhi said the last sentence very directly and clearly, Jin Dingyong's face changed again, knowing that he saw the disgust in his eyes just now, so he no longer covered it up, and said coldly: "Disgusting!"

Song Buzhi's face turned cold, his right hand clenched tightly, and he wanted to punch him as soon as he wanted to go up.

But, no.

He thought, no way.

Hitting people here is making trouble for discipline.

And getting angry with this kind of person is simply a waste of your time.

So he just stared at him coldly, then turned and left.

Disciplinary was taking notes for Jin Dingyu, and it was estimated that it would take a while, so he went directly to the discipline's office.

After working so hard for a few days, the case of jumping from a building finally made some progress.

But still can't relax vigilance, Cui Cheng doesn't know when he will attack Yang Xi.

Song Buzhi leaned on the chair, looked at the ceiling, and slowly began to think.

If it is true as he speculated, the victim who was hit was Cui Cheng's girlfriend or something, then Cui Cheng may have spent several years to find the perpetrator, and he may have specially learned hypnosis—but why didn't he Directly killed the four people who had hit and run, and instead attacked their children?

Is it...

Song Buzhi thought of another question.

After that incident happened that year, those four people agreed not to contact each other any more, even if they met on the road, they should not know each other.In this case, would they consistently send their kids to the same high school?Although Huacheng No. [-] Middle School is indeed one of the best in Huacheng, it is better than Huacheng No. [-] Middle School, or it is almost the same.

Is this not a coincidence?

A chill gradually rose from the bottom of my heart.Song Buzhi thought to himself, did Cui Cheng plan it for many years?

---

Jin Dingyu's transcript was over, and when discipline went out with him, he saw Jin Dingyong outside.

Jin Dingyong walked around outside with a cold face, and when he saw them coming out, a look of disgust appeared on his face.He glanced at Discipline, then looked away, walked up to Jin Dingyu, and asked him what was going on, whether the police had tortured him, and whether he wanted to file a complaint.

Although Jin Dingyu forced himself to be calm, after this record, he was already flustered a lot.He said "it's okay" in a low voice, and hurried out.

Jin Dingyong called out "Brother" and hurriedly followed.

Discipline glanced at the phone, it was a message from Song Buzhi just now, telling him that he was in his office.

Discipline walked to the office.

As soon as he walked in, he found that Song Buzhi was asleep.

He just leaned back on the chair, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the fan was turned on again, but the fan was still blowing on people.

Discipline took a small blanket from another chair, covered Song Buzhi's body, then stretched out his hand and gently pinched his face, saying, "I'm really not afraid of catching a cold."

Although Song Buzhi fell asleep, he still felt the familiar breath approaching.

He didn't know what he heard in his sleep, and murmured in a low voice: "You are here..."

Discipline bent down, put his face in front of him, and asked softly, "Who's there?"

Song Buzhi made a "baji" and didn't answer.

Discipline thought, really fell asleep.

Just when he was about to straighten up, he suddenly saw Song Buzhi's lips move again.

"Discipline," he said.

His voice was very weak, and he couldn't make out what he was saying unless he listened carefully.

Discipline's naturally sharp eyebrows softened, and he lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead.

Let him sleep for a while and then wake him up.

Discipline carefully closed the door and walked out.

Except for those on duty outside, everyone who should get off work has already got off work.Discipline walked to Yu Xiaonan's big office and looked at what was written on the whiteboard.

The above is the simple information of the three jumping cases they are currently investigating.

It has the names of the three students who have jumped to their deaths, and what may have prompted them to jump.Among the names of the three students is Cui Cheng's name.His name was emphatically circled and a five-pointed star was added.

On the other side of the whiteboard was Yang Xi's name, who they speculated would be the next person who might jump off the building.

There is also a small piece of paper taped to the whiteboard, which is a report on the hit-and-run accident 13 years ago that they cut out after they copied it from the newspaper.

Xia Ji and the others went to ask Lin Yunxiang and Yan Ziqiu's parents, but they still don't know the result.But judging from Jin Dingyu's transcript tonight, the fact that they ran into someone and escaped 13 years ago has been established without a doubt.

Lin Yunxiang's father Lin Xin, Yan Ziqiu's mother Wang Peilan, Ma Jinbo's father Jin Dingyu, and Yang Xi's mother Ruan Yiqin.

At the beginning, Jin Dingyu refused to admit that he was the one who hit him with his car, but when the discipline told Jin Dingyu what Yang Xi's mother, Ruan Yiqin, told him about the past, and asked them about Lin Xin and Wang Peilan, he finally stopped covering up. , admitted.

He admitted that he was indeed the one who drove the car back then, and he also admitted that he stepped on the accelerator and drove away, but he said that after hearing the news that Lin Xin said that the man was dead, his hands and feet were in a mess, his mind went blank, and he subconsciously drove away. The car drove away.After they picked up the child and drove back, he regained his senses and wanted to call the police.But there is no one at that intersection

Both Ruan Yiqin and Jin Dingyu said that it was Lin Yunxiang's father, Lin Xin who was called Lin Lingqiang, who got out of the car to check whether the victim was dead.

Lin Xin said that the person they hit was dead—why did he think that person was dead?

Xia Ji and Yu Xiaonan are in charge of going to Lin Xin for questioning, and the result will probably be tomorrow.

Discipline rubbed his eyebrows.

Every time there is a case, they are almost always on the move. A few minutes of rest every day is a luxury. They often cannot even eat well. It is common to swallow whole, purely to replenish energy, so that I can continue to work.

Yang Xi has already sent someone to watch secretly and protect him.Once he has any strange behavior, such as when he wants to jump off a building, he will definitely be stopped.

Discipline sorted through the three jumping cases in his mind, as well as the recent investigations, and recalled their arrangements. After confirming that there was nothing missing, he turned off the office lights and doors, and returned to his own office.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Xia Ji hurried over from the opposite side.

---

Yang Xi has been chatting with Teacher Cui these nights.

Right now, after evening self-study, he couldn't wait to open WeChat, wanting to see what Teacher Cui replied to him.

He heard the vibration of his mobile phone during evening self-study, but he is very principled. He resolutely does not look at his mobile phone during class, and he does the questions seriously when he says he is serious about doing the questions.His persistence lasted for three years—he didn't have a mobile phone in junior high school.

In front are the classmates walking out with shoulders and backs, talking and laughing while walking.Yang Xi silently followed behind them, hearing them discussing whether to have supper tonight.

Yang Xi himself will definitely not go.Eating supper means that he has to spend money, and he doesn't want to spend more money.

He had already clicked on WeChat, and walked with his head down, looking at the message from Cui Cheng.

Before the evening self-study started, Yang Xi asked Cui Cheng a question—he felt that he did not do well in the college entrance examination, what should he do?

It's been a few days before the college entrance examination. After last week's tutoring, the third-year students have no tutoring, and the teachers don't leave more homework. Instead, they let them rest more.

Yang Xi didn't dare to relax.

He was afraid that once he slacked off, his grades would get worse.

His heart was filled with the tension of not doing well in the exam.This kind of nervousness directly led to a decline in his overall state. He was really worried that he would not be able to perform at his usual level in the college entrance examination, and eventually he would not be able to enter the university.

Cui Cheng replied to the message an hour ago.

Yang Xi read it word by word, and when he finished, he suddenly felt enlightened, and the gloom of many days seemed to disappear in an instant.

Yes, Teacher Cui is right.

Is it worse than the last one?This is the famous Huacheng No. [-] Middle School!Every year, the last one in Huacheng No. [-] Middle School also has books to read!Besides, he has never been the last one in the exam!

Yang Xi was full of confidence, and responded to Cui Cheng's message with a "slap" in his hands.

Yang Xi made up a lot of content in his brain, but in fact, Cui Chenghui only had one sentence - think about the last place in your school, life is not just the way of the college entrance examination.

... If Song Buzhi saw this sentence, he probably wouldn't have the same imagination as Yang Xi.

Yang Xi was immersed in the excitement of being motivated, he never thought that even if he was the last one in Huacheng No. [-] Middle School, he would not be admitted to a normal university.

However, Yang Xi's own wish is to be admitted to a good university.

At this moment, the classmate who was walking in front suddenly turned around and asked, "Yang Xi, do you want to have supper?"

Yang Xi's hand that sent the message paused, and he raised his head blankly: "Me?"

He is not considered withdrawn, but because of his silent and introverted personality, he seldom takes the initiative to integrate into the group, and he has been a loner by default for so many years.He doesn't have any particularly good friends, and his relationship with everyone is a little worse than normal. It belongs to the kind that should not be in contact after graduation.Usually, very few people would come to him specifically to ask him why you want to go together, he is used to being alone.

So at this time, when someone asked him this, he was really taken aback for a moment and didn't react.

"Supper? Go?" The classmate in front repeated again. He hooked the shoulder of the classmate next to him, and smiled kindly under the street light. "The classmate hasn't had supper with you for three years. We're almost here." After graduating, there will be no chance in the future—do you want to go?”

This person is the monitor of Yang Xi's class. He can speak well in front of the teacher and get on well with his classmates. What's important is that he has good grades. If his performance in the college entrance examination is not abnormal, he must have entered a key university.

Yang Xi is very envious of such a person.

He once fantasized that if he also became a monitor, his parents would be very happy, right?

So subconsciously, he blurted out: "Go..."

He's probably never said those words, or never asked him these questions, so when the "go" is said, it's weak, unsure, but with a hint of anticipation.

The squad leader smiled, walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Come on, let's have supper together!"

In a place where no one saw, the squad leader let out a breath quietly.

——In this way, it counts as being close to Yang Xi, right?

His father was an ordinary policeman in the Municipal Public Security Bureau. He grew up listening to his father tell various police stories, and the worship of the police has taken root in his heart and has become a big tree.

When Disciplinary arranged someone to secretly protect Yang Xi, the squad leader's father—although he was in a different team, somehow heard about it, so he came over and told Disciplinary that his son was in the same class as Yang Xi, and he could usually stare at him openly. Come on, let him help you.

After discussing with the leaders, the discipline called the squad leader to have a conversation. Then, the squad leader was assigned such an important task. He stared at Yang Xi and contacted them immediately after seeing any unusual behavior in him.

Unexpectedly, the monitor was not only in the same class as Yang Xi, but also in the same dormitory as him.

This is the first time Yang Xi came to the cafeteria after evening self-study.

The monitor was enthusiastic and generous, and kept a comfortable distance, asking Yang Xi what he would like to eat.

Yang Xi swallowed his saliva as he looked at the dazzling array of suppers.

But his pocket money is really limited.

Finally he bought a corn.

The squad leader took a bite of the grilled sausage in his hand, and sighed: "Corn, so healthy, Yang Xi, I have to learn from you." Then he took another bite.

This is the first time Yang Xi heard the words "I have to learn from you" from others, and he was taken aback for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented feeling surged up.

He thought, he said to learn from me.

After returning to the dormitory at night, Yang Xi nestled on the bed and told Cui Cheng the first time he experienced at night and his own feelings in detail.

He wrote on WeChat——

Teacher Cui, for the first time, I feel that people like me can also be learned by others.I feel very happy, really happy.The squad leader will ask me out tomorrow, saying that he will help me make another surprise before the exam.

Teacher Cui, the class monitor is very good, and his grades are particularly good. With him helping me in the past few days, I will definitely be able to get into a good university, right?

I am so happy!

Yang Xi hardly used exclamation points when sending messages, but he actually used one tonight.

Cui Cheng looked at the message received in his mobile phone, his smile gradually darkened.