spirits in throat

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It rained for a while in the afternoon, and it stopped after five o'clock. The weather forecast said it would still rain in the evening.

"No, Uncle, this courier must be signed in person," a courier said to the doorman while wiping his sweat while holding a courier box, "Please accommodate me."

According to the regulations of the Municipal Bureau, idlers are not allowed to enter casually, regardless of express delivery or takeaway, they are all placed in the mail room.

"The courier in the bureau has always been signed by me. Why can't you do this order?" Uncle Liu held a signing pen while carefully looking at the box in the courier's hand. Bar."

The box is square, about the size of a basketball, wrapped tightly with black scotch tape without any advertisements or patterns, making it airtight.

The courier is an honest boy from the countryside. He has been abiding by the law for 20 years and delivered the courier conscientiously. After hearing this, he hurriedly explained: "No, no, look at the words on it. It says daily necessities, which means daily necessities."

He called, but the other party probably didn't see him and didn't answer.

Liu Shu laughed: "Then if I really send a human head, I have to write on it, am I sending a human head?"

"What's going on?" Zhou Ye came back from the front line of investigation, passed by the guard room, and heard Uncle Liu say that there are heads and heads, "Whose courier?"

The courier looked down: "It's called Rong, Rongzhao."

There was no such person in the Municipal Bureau, so Zhou Ye poked his head over and took a look: "Rong Zhao."

The courier pointed to a line of small words next to it: "It says on it that valuables must be signed for in person."

"Give it to me," Zhou Ye approached and said, "I'll send it there for you."

The courier thought for a while, and it seemed that this was the only way to go, so he handed over the courier box.

Zhou Ye shook it in his hand, about four kilograms: "Don't say, this weight, maybe it's really an adult's head."

Uncle Liu put the signature pen into the pen holder, took a sip of the wolfberry water on the table: "Captain Zhou, don't tell me, this kind of thing has happened before. Criminals provoke the police, and those who send their hands, feet, and hearts are all good." have."

"Didn't the heads of the two deceased in the 6.12 case not be found?" Uncle Liu was taken aback by his inadvertent thought, "Could it really be a human head inside?"

Uncle Liu, who was still patting his heart just a second ago, quickly denied this guess: "No way, Xiaorong has only been at work for a few days, there is no need for the murderer to send him the head."

Zhou Ye's face was the same as usual, with a nonchalant look: "I will also be a courier for a while, and deliver couriers to our new police officer."

Turning around, Zhou Ye's eyes became serious. He held the courier box in his hand, listened to it with his ear, and shook it slightly while listening. There must be something fixed inside, and he couldn't hear it. to the sound.

He lowered his head and sniffed at the corner of the box, but there was no smell.Changed the angle and took a deep breath before smelling a faint sweet fragrance belonging to a girl.

"What are you doing?" Rong Zhao snatched the express box from Zhou Ye's hand and said cautiously, "This is mine."

After speaking, he turned around and left, speeding up his pace as if fleeing.

He appears to know the contents of the box and does not want others to see it.

Zhou Ye followed, raised his hand to grab Rong Zhao's shoulder, and pressed hard: "I'm sorry Rong Rong, I suspect that what you are holding is a dangerous object, please cooperate with the investigation."

Rong Zhao pulled the hand off his shoulder with his backhand, turned around, and said very bluntly, even a little angrily: "You can search, first take out the search warrant."

Zhou Ye expected that with Rong Zhao's temper, he would never cooperate with him obediently.

Rong Zhao didn't want to disturb the passers-by, so he carried the box and continued walking.

His footsteps are very fast, and he doesn't look like a person with a stomach problem at all.

There were too many people waiting for the elevator, so Rong Zhao directly pushed open the door of the Antong passage, intending to climb the stairs.

Zhou Ye stepped forward to stop him: "You have to tell me, what is in this box...Are you so angry, your face is flushed with anger."

Rong Zhao thought Zhou Ye was annoying, and couldn't shake it off, so he simply put the delivery box on the ground: "Fight, the loser gets lost."

"I have used all the scrolling characters, and Officer Rong became angry." Zhou Ye rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, as if preparing for a serious fight, "I am not a person who will take pity on others."

In my usual work, I will come into contact with many criminals, many of whom are beautiful, both men and women. Seeing that the captain of the criminal police is young, handsome, and full of vigor, there is no such thing as a crooked idea.He is not soft at all, he should be tortured or shut down, and he will kick some thick-skinned bosses.

Rong Zhao had already smashed his fist, aiming directly at the bridge of Zhou Ye's nose.

Zhou Ye tilted his head, held Rong Zhao's arm with one hand, and pressed him directly against the wall: "Tell me, what is in the express box, is it a human head?"

"Rongrong, I told you that you can trust me."

Rong Zhao turned around, swept Zhou Ye's leg with his foot, broke free from his grasp, and took advantage of the situation to hold Zhou Ye's shoulder, almost pushing Zhou Ye to the ground.

Rong Zhao didn't pay attention to the steps under his feet, stepped on the empty space with one foot, lost his center of gravity, and almost fell down.The instinct to survive made him grab Zhou Ye's arm subconsciously, and the two of them rolled down together.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rong Zhao was pressed down by Zhou Ye, their noses touched, their breathing was forced to alternate, Rong Zhao quickly turned his head, "Get up."

As they got closer, Zhou Ye smelled a light scent of soap, which was so pure that it didn't seem like it would emanate from this man who was always wrapped in a cloud of mist.

His skin is delicate, his nose bridge is straight, and his lips are a little crimson.The neckline of the black T-shirt was tilted to one side, exposing the delicate and powerful collarbone on the other side.

He looks better than a woman, but his temper is too violent, and he explodes at the slightest touch, and his heart is like a stone, so he can't cover it up.

Rong Zhao bent his legs, pushed his knee hard against the person on his body, gritted his molars and said, "Get up."

His tone carried an impatient warning, if the other party didn't listen, his knees would go up a little more, and his life would be precisely destroyed.

"Hey, don't push me, it hurts, didn't you take the initiative to pull me?" Zhou Ye got off Rong Zhao, and said a little unnaturally, "If you are willing to show me, we will fight."

Who is with you and us, Rong Zhao complained silently, instead of taking Zhou Ye's hand, he stood up by himself, ignoring the ashes on his body, and hurriedly hugged his courier.

"What is it inside that makes you rather hit me than show it to me?" Zhou Ye didn't notice the grievance and a trace of hoarseness in his voice, he stepped forward to stop Rong Zhao, "Don't force me Come hard."

When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, there was a loud noise from the corridor on the second floor outside the staircase door: "He is mentally ill, he is a martial arts lunatic, he is ill, catch him quickly."

"She's a pregnant woman, you put down the knife first."

"Ah--" A woman's scream sounded, and Zhou Ye rushed out of the stair door in response.

Rong Zhao returned to the office with the courier box in his arms, found an empty corner to open it, took out the contents and put it in his black backpack.

Originally, he didn't want to set the delivery address as the Municipal Bureau, but it wouldn't work if the courier was delivered to the rental house and asked the landlord to collect it on his behalf.

He once saw with his own eyes the three children unpacking the things bought by Mr. Lu next door.

Rong Zhao zipped the backpack tightly, and touched the contents through a layer of nylon cloth. This kind of thing must never be discovered by others, even death.

As if uneasy, Rong Zhao opened it again and took a look, and touched a strand of hair with his fingertips, which felt soft and fresh to the touch.

Zhou Ye rescued a pregnant woman from a man who came to the city bureau to work but suddenly went crazy, and then went back to look for Rong Zhao.

Fan Yao came out with a black garbage bag: "Team Zhou."

Zhou Ye looked down and saw the corner of the brown box protruding from the garbage bag, and snatched it from Fan Yao: "I'll throw it away for you."

While Fan Yao was still in a daze, Zhou Ye had already left with the garbage bag.

He returned to his office, closed the door, put on gloves, and carefully checked the empty box, finally found a strand of hair in the bottom corner of the box.

Black, straight and long.

Zhou Ye took it to the forensic room, grabbed Wu Hao's little assistant, and asked him to test it quickly.

The test results came out quickly, and it was a human hair.But because of the lack of hair follicles, no DNA could be detected from them.

Zhou Ye hurried back to the back office, glanced at Rong Zhao's seat, it was empty.

"Fan Yao," Zhou Ye looked at her, "Where is Rong Zhao?"

Fan Yao was taken aback by Zhou Ye's expression, and pointed to the door with a trembling voice: "Get off work, go home."