boyfriend in the fridge

The sunlight was very good, shining on the boy's black peaked cap, as if coated with a layer of white light.He turned in from the road in front of the Chaohuaxishi Education and Training Institute, and it looked like he was going to another street.

At this time, the boy walked towards the wall, and from Song Buzhi's angle, he could no longer see the figure.

Song Buzhi hurriedly lay down on the balcony, lowered his head to look for——

The boy was walking down the alley between two buildings.

But then, the boy suddenly stopped the angle, and he lowered his head to answer the phone. The person on the phone didn't know what to say. The boy walked out again, turned right, and was blocked by the building next door, so he couldn't see it.

Song Buzhi immediately turned around, rushed past the principal's office, and ran to the stairs.He was probably running at the fastest speed in his life, he felt his heart beating wildly, but when he ran to the side of the road, to the building where the boy disappeared, the boy had completely disappeared on this road.

Chaohuaxishi Education and Training Institute is on the side of the road. It is opposite Huacheng No. [-] Middle School, and next to it are a stationery store and a milk tea shop.The boy disappeared in the direction of the milk tea shop.

Song Buzhi pursed his lips, went in and asked the staff at the milk tea shop if they had seen that boy, and the staff said no.Then he walked a little further, asking from store to store.

However, nothing was found.

When he finished walking half the street and was walking back, his cell phone rang.

Song Buzhi picked it up absent-mindedly, without even looking at the incoming call. He just said "Hello" when he heard Discipline's worried voice: "Where are you?"

"I'm here..." Song Buzhi raised his eyes, and just as he was about to say that I was on the side of the road, he saw the conspicuous surveillance cameras in front of various stores.

yes!You can also check the monitoring!

He quickly told the discipline to go back immediately, and ran quickly.

The wind blew his hair straight back, and the sweat beads on his forehead followed, shining finely in the sun.

Song Buzhi usually walks slowly because he doesn't want to sweat, let alone running, he has never even seen a brisk walk.Discipline frowned when he saw his sweaty forehead, what happened?

Discipline and the others have compared the books in the box and found two with similar handwriting, and both of them are diaries.

Principal Li put the other things back together, and said: "I remember that I didn't force the diary to be written at that time. I wrote it if I wanted to, and I didn't write it if I didn't. The teacher didn't read it after writing it. In the end, I asked the students to take it back. Yes. I didn’t expect that there are still students who haven’t brought them back…”

Discipline pulled Song Buzhi aside, frowned and wiped his sweat, and asked in a low voice what's wrong.

Song Buzhi took a breath and whispered, "I think I saw Ou Jie!"

Discipline frowned deeper: "Ou Jie is dead."

"Yes, I know." Song Buzhi said, "But I really saw a person just now, and he looks very similar to Oujie... I saw his face... and his face is also very similar..."

Discipline did not speak.

"Captain Ji," Song Buzhi held his hand, "He disappeared at the milk tea shop next door, can you check the surveillance for me..."

Discipline: "Oujie's death is certain, even if you see someone who looks like him now, it won't be him."

Intellectually, Song Buzhi knew that what Ji Ji said was correct. Ou Jie's death was not only confirmed by DNA, but also by Ou Chunlin's identification. He was dead.But emotionally, the moment he was chasing after him, he actually hoped that Oujie was just cheating to die, even if there was a secret, as long as he was alive...

Song Buzhi pursed his lips, lowered his eyelids, and then raised his eyes to look firmly at Discipline: "I know he's dead, but I still want to check for surveillance, can you help me?"

Maybe the discipline thought he was making trouble out of no reason, but... Song Buzhi couldn't tell what it felt like.He couldn't even explain it himself, let alone describe it to others.

The two stood in a corner of the principal's office, their voices were low, and they were very close. At this moment, their eyes met, and their eyes were full of each other's reflections.

After a long while, Discipline looked away and ordered Xie Qitian to take the two diaries back for expert appraisal later, while he and Song Buzhi went to get the surveillance.

An hour later, they checked all the surveillance cameras on the street during the time period when the boy appeared.

There is a bus stop on this road, and the name of the station is Municipal Public Security Bureau (Huacheng No. [-] Middle School). The boy got off at the bus stop next to Chaohua Xishi Education and Training Institute, and then walked towards the milk tea shop.

After walking to the alley between Chaohuaxishi and the milk tea shop for less than a minute, he turned again and walked straight to the road over the milk tea shop. When he finished walking, he turned right.

In the surveillance, the boy was wearing a peaked cap and his head was lowered slightly. Most of the time he couldn't see his face, but when he just got off the bus, he seemed to raise his head to confirm the direction.

The surveillance screenshot of this profile was sent to Discipline's mobile phone.

It is clean and delicate, and has an eight-point resemblance to Oujie.

Song Buzhi stared blankly at the person on the surveillance screenshot, and murmured: "It really looks like..."

They are really similar, whether it is the face or the temperament of Oujie in the impression... If Oujie continues to study hard after graduating from junior high school, will he be similar to this boy?

After looking at the person on the screenshot for a while, Discipline suddenly said, "He Xiaobao."

"What?" Song Buzhi raised his eyes and looked at him, He Xiaobao?

"He Xiaobei and He Xiaobao, twins, remember?" Discipline said, "This person is He Xiaobao."

Song Buzhi remembered that this was the son and daughter of the two victims of the traffic accident that he saw at the discipline home.

Frowning imperceptibly, Song Buzhi stared at the surveillance screenshot and said, "This is He Xiaobao?"

At that time, there were no photos of He Xiaobei and He Xiaobao in the file, and Song Buzhi didn't know what they looked like.

"Yeah." Discipline pondered, "Lu Haocai entered the He family's house at the beginning, He Xiaobei and He Xiaobao, sister and brother... Later, I asked Xiaojin and the others to keep an eye on them even more closely."

Song Buzhi nodded.

In any case, on the surface, it is very possible that the siblings have a relationship with Lu Haocai, and having a relationship with Lu Haocai means that they may have something to do with the criminal gang hiding in the dark, and have something to do with "M1".

But Song Buzhi didn't expect that this He Xiaobao looked so much like Ou Jie, even his temperament was similar from top to bottom.

Is this a coincidence?

It was almost noon at this time, and Song Buzhi hadn't noticed anything when he put aside everything to chase people and check the surveillance. Now that he calmed down, the discomfort began to spread from the top of his head, and soon spread to his whole body.Every cell is protesting.

Hot and hungry.

He licked his lips, urging Discipline to hurry up.

Go back early and turn on the fan earlier.

Discipline put his hand on top of his head, and stopped him when crossing the road: "Red light."

Song Buzhi sighed, looked up at the hand on his forehead, and said, "This can't stop anything, I think I will have to bring an umbrella when I go out in the future. Here, look, just like them."

Although the weather is not very hot yet, there are already girls on the street holding umbrellas to shade them.

"I heard that the current umbrellas also come with a small fan. I'll buy one like this later..." After Song Buzhi finished speaking, the red light turned into a green light.

The two quickly crossed the road.

Discipline's hand has been resting on top of his head.

Song Buzhi hoped that psychological hints would be useful, such as "The person I like deliberately covered me with his hand from the sun, and I felt much cooler in an instant", but it turned out that such psychological hints were useless at all.

The sun is still so hot, and the heat is still so strong.

And... he sighed silently in his heart, disciplined body temperature was even hotter than usual when the sun irradiated it, and it was even more intense than the heat irradiated by the sun when it was so close.

He really wanted to run away regardless.

However, after living together for this period of time, he understands that discipline is really good for him.Song Buzhi was a bit reluctant to refuse such a person who treated him so well and thought of him.

"Forget it," he thought, "it's only a few minutes in total."

Across the road is Huacheng No. [-] Middle School. Today is a working day, and the students are all studying in the classroom. Looking in from the gate, the school is quiet, and there is no one on campus.

They passed by the gate of Huacheng No. [-] Middle School and walked a few hundred meters. Soon, the Municipal Bureau arrived.

Back in the disciplinary office, Song Buzhi immediately turned on the electric fan to the maximum.He exhaled comfortably.

"Finally alive." He said to Discipline, "Hey, let me order an iced milk tea, do you want Disciplinary Team?"

Discipline paused, and said: "If you call, you have to go to the guard to get it. I'll go to the opposite side and buy it for you."

Song Buzhi blinked and said, "Then trouble the Ji team."

"Should we eat in the cafeteria at noon?" Discipline asked.

"Okay." Song Buzhi said, "It seems that I have never eaten in your cafeteria... Hey, how is the food?"

Discipline smiled and said, "Average, but the servings are big."

"As long as you can eat." Song Buzhi is very self-aware, "I have no right to despise other people's cooking skills if I can't cook."

The cafeteria opened at twelve o'clock, and it was about 10 minutes before twelve o'clock, so Song Buzhi continued to spread the fan on the chair.

At this moment, Discipline's cell phone rang.

It was the sound of some message received.

Discipline looked at it, then smiled.

Song Buzhi was curious: "What did you receive so happy?"

Discipline raised the phone screen in front of him and said, "Yisheng sent me a red envelope."

"Huh?" Song Buzhi looked closely and found that the name of the red envelope was two words - thank you.

"Thank you?" Song Buzhi said, "Thank you for what?"

The above chat history is still there, Song Buzhi didn't go to check it, but he accidentally saw it on the same page.

"So, Attorney Hou thanked you for speeding up the process of Chang Fei's moving out?" Song Buzhi raised his eyebrows.

"Based on what I know about Yi Sheng," Discipline put away his phone and said, "The thing has already been done."

"Chang Fei agrees to move to Lawyer Hou's house?" Song Buzhi couldn't help but took out his phone, wanting to send a message to ask Chang Fei, but now the question seemed too deliberate, so he held back and waited. He very actively told himself.Anyway, if he wants to move out, he will definitely say it.

"It must have been agreed." Discipline said, "It depends on the exact date of the move."

A stone in his heart fell to the ground, Song Buzhi nodded and said with emotion: "It's fun to be a matchmaker."

It was almost twelve o'clock, and they went to the cafeteria to eat together.The food in the canteen of the Municipal Bureau is just as the discipline said, the taste is average, but the advantage is that the portions are large.Song Buzhi was quite full.

After the meal, Ji Ji went to the milk tea shop opposite to buy a cup of iced milk tea for Song Buzhi, and when he came back, he found Song Buzhi lying on a chair and fell asleep.

The electric fan was still blowing at him, discipline put down the milk tea, and gently covered him with his own coat that was left in the office.

Then he went out.

As long as the murder case is not solved, they will not relax for a day.

Song Buzhi had another dream.

In fact, the number of times he usually dreams is only a handful.He used to sleep in the refrigerator a lot, maybe because of his possession, he never dreamed.But now, even in bed, he hardly dreams.It's not that the quality of sleep is so good, that he sleeps until dawn or something, but that after tossing and turning, he won't dream when he falls asleep.

The dream he had after the explosion coma was really one of his few.

This time too.

In the dream he seemed to be standing in a sea of ​​water.The reason why it is considered to be the sea is because the water surface cannot be seen at a glance.

There was a small island next to the place where he was standing. Something had happened to the island, thick smoke was billowing, and it seemed that ruins could still be seen in the smoke.There is a small boat next to the island, and there is a little boy on the boat, and a thin girl beside the boat, who looks about ten years old.

The little girl was pulling the boat with one hand and holding an oar taller than her in the other, and she was bending over to talk to the little boy.

Song Buzhi stood a little far away, he couldn't see clearly, he couldn't hear clearly.He could only vaguely see that the girl had a disheveled face, the clothes on her body had countless holes, and her skin was somewhat black.The little boy on board was in much better condition than she was.

Then the girl jumped into the boat, glanced back at the smoke behind her, and swung the oars awkwardly, letting the boat float away from the island.

The girl has little strength, and the water flow is heavy, every stroke seems to exhaust the girl's strength.When the boat passed by Song Buzhi, he saw the girl gritted her teeth and rowed forward desperately.She gripped the oars so tightly with both hands that the bones seemed to be torn out of the skin.

Song Buzhi's eyes couldn't help following her.

He saw the girl's messy gray hair fluttering in the sea breeze, and he saw that the girl's back was torn, the exposed shoulder blade was sharp and protruding, and there was a black mark on the right shoulder blade, which seemed to have a A blur of flesh and blood...

It wasn't until the boat disappeared into the distance that Song Buzhi slowly woke up.

He opened his eyes in a little confusion, and when he raised his arm, the clothes on his body slipped off.

"Are you awake?" Discipline raised his eyes and said, "Slept for an hour."

"It's been an hour..." Song Buzhi's throat was a little dry from sleep, he got up and shook his head, seeing the milk tea on the table, he grabbed it and took a sip.

The content of the dream seemed to be still in front of him, and Song Buzhi felt an inexplicable sense of depression in his heart.He wanted to talk to someone.

Walking slowly to Discipline, Song Buzhi found that he was looking at something.

"What are you looking at?" Song Buzhi asked casually, and sat down beside Discipline.

"Autopsy report." Discipline said.

"Wang Yu's?" Song Buzhi glanced at the report.

Discipline just finished reading this page and turned to the next page.On the next page are two pictures, one on the top and one on the bottom, in color.

The moment he saw the content of the picture clearly, Song Buzhi narrowed his eyes suddenly, and took the report over in the next second, staring straight at a picture.

In this picture, the deceased Wang Yu was in a lying posture, and there was a small very faint mark on her right shoulder blade.