My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

The truth of the matter came to light. The Public Security Bureau made public the whole process of cracking the case, and slapped those people who advocated supernatural killings. It was really satisfying, especially for Jiang Jiusheng's fans, their backs were hardened, and they were extremely proud: Hmph, if it wasn't for their Master Sheng, would the case have been solved so quickly?

Jiang Jiusheng really became angry again.

This wave just flattened, and another wave rose again.

police station.

Zhao Tengfei, deputy team member of the criminal investigation team, had just returned from the detention center for repeat offenders, and ran all the way into the bureau, shouting, "Captain, something happened!"

Huo Yining raised his eyelids.

Zhao Tengfei took a deep breath: "Zhang Minghui committed suicide in the detention center." He took another breath, "He left a suicide note."

"Where did he get the sharp weapon?"

"He broke the water glass and secretly hid a piece of glass."

I'm afraid of this kind of high IQ criminal!

Huo Yining rubbed his temples: "Jiang Kai, you send the suicide note to the handwriting identification department first."

Jiang Kai ordered: "I'll go right away."

Huo Yining asked Zhao Tengfei again: "Before committing suicide, did Zhang Minghui meet anyone?"

"Yes, his wife has been here."

"Go and check Zhang Minghui's account information, as well as his wife, what he has done and who he has met in the past few days."

Zhao Tengfei said yessir, and immediately dispatched.

"Justice," Huo Yining threw a document over, "sort out these two cases and resend them to me."

Liu Zhengyi was puzzled: "Captain, isn't the case solved? Are there any doubts?"

Huo Yining kicked with a long leg, put it on the chair, and lay back lazily: "A person like Zhang Minghui is smart and treacherous. I don't really believe that he kills people just to force someone into prostitution." What's more, he even witnessed Jiang Jiusheng The witnesses were not spared, and the motive for the murder is very likely to involve other secrets.

At this time, the colleague at the door suddenly called out 'Doctor Shi'.

Huo Yining looked up, and saw Shi Jin walking in against the light, the outline of his side face was covered with a layer of gold by the afterglow of the evening, it was too unbelievable to look good.

It was rather flattering, Huo Yining raised his eyes and took a moment to calm down: "Looking for me?"

Shi Jin nodded: "Can I take a step to speak?"

He led Shi Jin to the interrogation room, closed the door, pulled up a chair and sat down, straight to the point: "You came to the police station for Zhang Minghui's case?"

"Yeah." Shi Jin sat across from him, straight and upright, "There's no need to check, you won't find anything either."

Huo Yining smiled when he heard the words, without any surprise: "It seems that my guess is right."

Shi Jin neither arrogant nor impetuous: "Tell me."

"Zhang Minghui's confession is all correct, but there is one thing that is very strange. The video taken by the two deceased has not been found until now. I guess it is not a sex trafficking video." Huo Yining clasped his hands and stepped forward. Qing, "That guest from overseas is not an ordinary guest."

Shi Jin raised his eyes, calmly: "Well, that person is from the Golden Triangle."

Drug dealing, sure enough, played big enough!

It's no wonder that Zhang Minghui has to work hard to kill people serially. If the thing that the two deceased accidentally recorded was exposed, not to mention Zhang Minghui, the Qin family would have to go to the anti-drug department to drink tea.

Huo Yining leaned back, hooking the corners of his lips: "After a long time, Zhang Minghui sold his life to your Qin family." After all, only the dead can keep their mouths shut.

Come to think of it, the Qin family has already obtained the transaction video.

Shi Jin was noncommittal, his expression remained calm, and he asked in a calm tone, "Do you want to cooperate?"

The Qin family's underground business has taken root for so many years and is intricately rooted. How come it came out of Shi Jin's mouth, it's like carrots and greens.

Just kidding?

Huo Yining was very interested: "How can I trust you? Your surname is also Qin."

Shi Jin calmly talked, "My surname is Shi."

Huo Yining understood, presumably Shi Jin had found out even the 18th generation of his ancestors, he had indeed worked as an anti-narcotics policeman before doing criminal investigation.

At eleven o'clock, Shi Jin returned to the hospital.

With a straight face, Jiang Jiusheng pushed off his coat.

He smiled and opened his hands, very cooperative.

After confirming that the wound was not open, she relaxed her brows: "Where did you go?"

"I have some doubts, so I went to the police station." Shi Jin bent down and looked her in the eyes, "Are you worried?"

Jiang Jiusheng nodded, and led him to the hospital bed: "You haven't healed yet, so you can't walk around."

"Sorry for worrying you."

She didn't say anything, and went to get the sick clothes for him to change.

Shi Jin pulled her to sit down, obediently unbuttoned the shirt, the skirt was half open, revealing the beautiful collarbone, he stopped, held her hand and put it on his chest: "It's all right now, the wound doesn't hurt anymore."

She could touch the bandage on his chest with her fingertips. It was warm. If she rubbed it lightly, her palm would feel slightly hot: "Director Lin said, it will leave a scar."

Shi Jin lowered his head, and lightly pecked her frowning brows with his lips: "I'm a man, so it doesn't matter if I have a scar."

She shook her head, a little stubbornly: "It doesn't matter." Her fingertips along the bandage, stroking inch by inch, "I will feel uncomfortable when I see it."

She wanted to make an exception, but when the words came to her lips, she still didn't come out.

Because it is useless to say.

Even if there is a next time, Shi Jin will still risk his life for her, won't he? She thought about what would happen if she and Shi Jin switched positions.

That lying in the hospital must be her.

Feelings are sometimes very unreasonable, and you can't take them in and out freely, and you have to act like a fool to fight for another person.

Shi Jin grabbed her hand and covered the entire wound, his voice was as gentle as coaxing: "Then I'll get another Tumi tattoo on it, okay? That way the scar won't be visible."

Jiang Jiusheng didn't answer, the hand that rested on his chest slowly moved down, and stopped on his abdomen, where a Tumi flower was tattooed on the same position as hers.

"Shi Jin," she asked him, "When did you get this tattoo?"

She has asked before.

Then, he replied, a long time ago.

Shi Jin said, "A long time ago."

Still the same answer, ambiguous.

How long is a long time? Four years ago, or eight years ago...

Jiang Jiusheng withdrew his hand, lowered his head and unbuttoned his shirt, put on his hospital gown, looked up again, and said, "Don't get any more tattoos, it hurts."

Shi Jin answered her softly: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

During the hospital's lunch break, Jiang Jiusheng went to the neurosurgery department.

After knocking on the door, Jiang Jiusheng didn't go in immediately, but asked politely, "Doctor Xu, can I have ten minutes for you?"

Xu Qingbo smiled brightly: "Of course." He stood up and pulled the seat away himself, "Please sit down."

Jiang Jiusheng thanked him, did not chat, and went straight to the point: "Has Shi Jin been taking medicine recently?"

Oh, let's ask about Shi Jin's mental state.

Xu Qingbo had been prepared for a long time, and he answered fluently: "Yes, the white pill, one a day, I will prescribe it to him once a month."

Jiang Jiusheng nodded, and after understanding, he asked, "What about his condition?"

Xu Qingbo clasped his hands and pushed his low-degree eyes with a professional look: "The data is more optimistic." Break, keep breaking.

She seemed relieved: "He hasn't had any extreme behavior recently, is it related to me?"

Xu Qingbo smiled: "Of course, after all, you are the inducement." This sentence is true, it is the truth.

Jiang Jiusheng seemed to understand but half understood, with doubts in his eyes, and his brows were deeply furrowed: "Has Shi Jin been ill for a long time?"

Xu Qingbo relaxed, and lay down on the back of the swivel chair: "I had obvious symptoms when I was in Yale Medicine, maybe earlier."

Jiang Jiusheng raised his eyes, and Taohua's eyes intertwined with light and shadow: "At that time, Shi Jin and I didn't know each other."

"yes."

You have to say you don't know each other.

Xu Qingbo always felt that something was weird.

Jiang Jiusheng stared, his eyes were slightly cold: "Didn't you say that I was the inducement?" There was frost in her eyes, and she stared speciously, "I didn't debut at that time, and Shi Jin didn't know me, I don't understand, How could I be the cause of Shi Jin's paranoia, Doctor Xu, can you explain it?"

Xu Qingbo sat up slowly: "..."

It's over, it's set!

Shi Jin's family is smart too!

He shut up, said nothing, said too much and made mistakes, so he didn't say anything at all.

Jiang Jiusheng had a clear expression: "I probably know."

"..."

What does she know? !

Xu Qingbo wanted to cry, but suddenly felt that what the netizen said was right. Don't look at Jiang Jiusheng's good temper and calm temper, and his offensive power is off the charts!

She stood up: "Please don't tell Shi Jin that I've been to your place." After a moment's pause, "Especially when he's recuperating, don't let him notice."

On this point, Xu Qingbo agrees with both hands. Moreover, even if he was given the courage, he would not dare to say it! If Shi Jin knew that he had slipped his tongue, he would have to tear him down!

However, fortunately, Jiang Jiusheng felt sorry for Shi Jin, and cared about his injury.

Shi Jin is in good health, and after a week in the hospital, there is no problem. He has a cleanliness habit, he refused to stay in the hospital, went back to the apartment, and went straight to the bathroom.

Jiang Jiusheng ordered outside, saying that the wound should not touch water.

Shi Jin smiled and let her in.

She went to the balcony to feed Bomei.

Shi Jin called her in the bathroom: "Shengsheng, can you get me some clothes?"

"good."

Jiang Jiusheng washed his hands, and went to Shi Jin's room to fetch his pajamas. Bomei followed him in a jerk, shaking his head and tail happily.

Jiang Jiusheng took the clothes, and when she turned around, she saw Bomei rubbing against Shi Jin's bed. She laughed, squatted over, and said, "Get out soon." She poked Bomei's chubby belly with her fingers, "Your father knew that you entered his room , I will definitely not forgive you."

Jiang Bomei seemed to understand, shaking his hair, groaning, and got under the bed.

Jiang Jiusheng ignored it and left the room with a smile.

After a while, Jiang Bomei showed her head from under the bed, looked left and right, and followed her out, not eating dog food, always following in her mother's footsteps.

After Jiang Jiusheng delivered the clothes, he turned around and saw the thing in Bomei's mouth. It was a bunch of keys, and Pomeranian was dangling in his mouth, jingling.

She knelt down and stretched out her hand, and Bomei spat the key into her hand: "Where did you find it?"

Bomei hurried to knock on Shi Jin's door: "Aw~Aw~"

In the bathroom, the sound of running water didn't stop. She looked at the key in her hand and thought for a long time in silence. Her eyes slowly moved to the stairs. There should be three rooms on the second floor of the duplex apartment. She had never entered it once. She only knew that Shi Jin locked.

Like a ghost, she went up the stairs.

When Shi Jin came out of the bathroom, he didn't see Jiang Jiusheng. He brushed his hair casually and looked for her in the room.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng—"

He stopped suddenly, his gaze went up the stairs, there was a light on the second floor. Startled for a moment, he threw the towel and ran up in a panic.

But it was too late, Jiang Jiusheng still opened the door.

It is full of photos of her, from the age of sixteen to now, in various places, some she is familiar with, and some she is not familiar with. The old neighborhood, the lush camphor trees, the dogs running in the deep alleys...all seem familiar.

"Sheng Sheng."

Shi Jin stretched out his hand, trying to bring her out.

But Jiang Jiusheng retreated into the room and looked up at him: "Shi Jin," she asked him after a long pause, "Did we know each other before?"

His hands froze, and his eyes were full of panic.

She stared at him, did not wait for a long time for an answer, raised her hand, and picked up the photo frame on the cabinet. The girl in the photo was young and youthful, smiling so hard that her teeth could not see her eyes.

She looked into Shi Jin's eyes and repeated again: "Shi Jin, did we know each other before?"

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he never said a word, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of shadows, but they still couldn't cover the turbulent waves.

Jiang Jiusheng walked over, raised his head, his gaze was so close that it seemed to be carved into the depths of his eyes.

"Shi Jin,"

She said: "During the hypnosis that day, I saw you at the age of eighteen, and me, me in school uniform."

Like a dream, there are old neighborhoods, lush camphor trees, dogs running in deep alleys... In the dream, there is a beautiful young man standing under the shade of a tree, looking up at the old building. Girl, she is making trouble, he is laughing.

When Shi Jin met Jiang Jiusheng for the first time, he was eighteen years old, and she was two months away from sixteen.

It was in a supermarket. She was wearing a white school uniform and baggy pants. She was very thin and hadn't grown out yet. She looked immature and not very beautiful, but her eyes were outstanding, slightly raised, and she smiled like a crescent moon. Her pupils were black and white. , somewhat intoxicated hazy.

It is a beautiful peach blossom eye.

There was a long queue at the supermarket cash register. In front of her was an old man, carrying a bag of coins.

"Is it fixed?"

The old man smiled shyly: "Sorry, I only have coins."

The girl at the cash register was in her twenties, very impatient: "There are so many coins, when will I have to count them, you go over there and wait, let others line up first."

The old man stood outside and waited awkwardly.

The next one is Jiang Jiusheng.

At the age of sixteen, she was taller than the average girl, thin, and very eye-catching in the crowd. She walked to the cashier, put down all the snacks in her hand, and then took two candies from the cabinet next to it. It said The retail price is 0.5 yuan.

She handed out a hundred and two candies: "Auntie, please give me some coins."

The cashier, who was called Auntie, called the old man to come and pay the bill with a livid face.

The old man settled the bill and waited for the girl to come out at the intersection.

"Thank you, little girl."

She smiled and shook her head: "You're welcome."

At the intersection, a woman called her.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

"..."

She responded, smiled and stuffed the candy to the old man, and ran away, a bag of coins jingling.

The old man stood where he was, looked at the candy in his hand, and smiled deeply.

In the corridor facing the cashier, the young man was leaning against the wall, his eyes were deep, the pupils of his eyes seemed to be splashed with ink, the color was pitch black, very bright, like stars in a midsummer night.

It's Shi Jin.

Young and immature, only the eyes are deep and desolate, like when he returned from the secular world.

He stood for a long time, looking at the girl in the distance, with her ponytail dangling back and forth, she was wearing a white school uniform, she was tall, her trousers were cut short, revealing her white and slender ankles.

"Sixth Young Master," said Qin Zhong, twenty years old, dressed in suits and leather shoes, much calmer than most of his peers, "the car has already parked outside."

The boy's eyes fell in the distance: "Don't follow me."

He moved forward, but his steps were a little hurried.

Qin Zhong still followed, staying far away, not daring to get too close to the boy, seeing him following a mother and daughter all the way, staring at the girl without doing anything.

The girl and her mother are distributing leaflets on the street outside the supermarket.

Central South in September is very hot, the sun is baking the earth, and the wind blowing is scorching hot. The girl is sweating profusely, and her face is flushed from the sun. Perhaps because the weather is too hot, passers-by pass by in a hurry and refuse one after another. Flyers handed over.

She turned around, and a hand came over suddenly.

Fair and clear, very beautiful hands.

She was stunned, staring at that hand, and a youthful and deep voice came from above her head: "Give me one."

"Oh." She reacted, passed one over, looked up and said with a smile, "Thank you."

It's so pretty to laugh at.

Shi Jin stared at the girl who was walking farther and farther, looked down at the flyer in his hand, after a long time, folded it, put it in his pocket, looked up to find the figure of the girl, and continued to look intently.

Qin Zhong couldn't hold back, and asked a lot: "Liu Shao, what are you looking at?"

"She," he pointed to the distance, "does she look good?"

"..."

Qin Zhong was stunned for a long time before he looked over. It was a girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and she looked nothing special from a distance. He replied, "It looks pretty."

The corner of his lips twitched lightly: "I think so too."

How do you answer this?

Qin Zhong had a headache and didn't know what the little master was thinking. He was thinking about it when he heard an order: "Go and bring her leaflets here."

What do you mean?

Qin Zhong didn't dare to ask more questions, and hired many passers-by, each of whom gave ten yuan to pick up the leaflets for the girl and his mother.

At lunch, their mother and daughter ate noodles in a small shop.

Shi Jin also entered that shop, sat in the corner with a handkerchief on the chair, and ordered a bowl of noodles that was the same as the girl's. He only took one bite before putting down his chopsticks. I took a bite.

In the afternoon, they continued to distribute leaflets.

He continued to send people to collect their leaflets.

In the evening, their mother and daughter left by bus, and he was also in that bus. He got on the bus two stops later and sat next to her. She was probably tired and drowsy, and she didn't even look up at the people sitting beside her. In less than ten minutes, he planted his head on his shoulder.

On the long-distance bus, there were not many people on board, it was empty and quiet, the driver turned on the radio, a gentle female voice was singing, the wind was blowing in from the window, her hair covered her eyes.

He raised his hand to push her away, but the car stopped suddenly, and she lay on his lap.

He froze.

"sorry."

It was the woman on the other side of the girl, with gentle eyebrows, she smiled apologetically at him, then held the girl's face and let her lean towards him.

He stared blankly at his legs, his ears suddenly felt hot, and the wind blowing from the window was scorching hot.

The bus drove for about an hour, passed many neon lights, and finally stopped at a remote station, and he got off the bus too. The girl still didn't look at him, her eyes were sleepy, and she was pulled by her mother.

They live in an old community, with many small advertisements and demolition words posted on the walls. People in the community will greet their mother and daughter with a smile when they see them, warm and friendly.

Then they went to a small three-story building.

There were no street lights in the community, and a light bulb was hung under the lush camphor tree to illuminate the passers-by. He stood downstairs, looked up, and looked at it for a long, long time.

A middle-aged man passing by came over and asked him enthusiastically, "Who are you looking for?"

As if by accident, he blurted out a name: "Shengsheng."

That's what the girl's mother called her.

Sheng Sheng, Sheng Sheng...

A gentle and nice name.

"Look for Shengsheng, I'll call her for you." The man stood downstairs and yelled loudly, "Shengsheng, someone is looking for you, come down quickly!"

The girl went downstairs quickly, but he stood behind the camphor tree and did not come out. She waited for fifteen minutes, then left, and went to the convenience store to buy two hams and a box of ice cream.

The ham was fed to a hairless stray dog.

A dirty and ugly dog, whose breed can't be distinguished, but she didn't dislike it, touched the dog's head with her hand, and said to it in earnest: "Don't steal things from Aunt Wang's house and eat them, she will Hit you."

"Wow!"

The hairless dog seemed to like her very much, and circled her happily.

She narrowed her eyes with a smile, curved like a crescent in the sky, and said to it, "You can go and steal from Uncle Zhang's." She pointed in the direction, "That's the one."

"Wow!" the dog kept shaking its head and tail.

She smiled and said good, then scooped up the ice cream with the hand that touched the dog, and went home after eating.

The dog also ran back to the depths of the alley.

Shi Jin came out from under the camphor tree, looked at the lights upstairs, and then went to the convenience store to buy a box of the same ice cream, yellow peach flavored, cloyingly sweet, not tasty at all.

But he saw a ghost, and ate all of them.

Why do you eat what she has eaten, walk the way she has walked, why you have to follow her all day, I don't know, it's like being possessed by an evil spirit.

On the top of the tree on the moon, it is already late at night.

Qin Zhong hesitated for a long time, but he still stepped forward and asked cautiously, "Liu Shao, are you going back?"

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