My Corpse is Bohemian

Since the one-day trip to Baiguoyuan, Jian Ningxuan's attitude towards Anbu has become much more casual, and he no longer deliberately avoids physical contact. The two are not a couple, but they are more compatible than any couple. Jian Ningxuan felt that An Bu liked her, and he who had never imagined love, began to silently expect her confession in his heart.

An Bu had absolutely no idea of ​​Jian Ningxuan's thoughts. Although she teased cats every day and fed them carefully, it was all out of a desire for color and anger, just like she could not enjoy the food, but she still studied the food tirelessly; obviously she could not distinguish the color, But she still decorates her surroundings colorfully; she has no feelings, but she tries to make herself look full of feelings.

This is the obsession in her heart, the obsession to live like a normal person. Relying on this obsession, she persisted to this day, and once she gave up, she would be completely reduced to death.

The confession that Jian Ningxuan was looking forward to might never appear in this life.

"Mr. Jane, I'm going out." An Bu shouted to the man in the living room while changing his shoes.

"You're still going out so late?" Jian Ningxuan came over and looked at her with a frown.

"Well, I took a part-time job as a temporary food deliveryman these days." An Bu explained.

"Are you short of money?" Jian Ningxuan never interferes with her work, but running outside alone at eleven or twelve at night is really unsafe for a girl, "if you are short of money, just tell me, my credit card can be anything You use."

"It's not about money, I just like to experience life." An Bu said with a smile, "Don't worry, I've learned self-defense, and I can deal with three or five ordinary people."

Jian Ningxuan: "..." I somehow felt that I needed a strong martial arts instructor.

Saying goodbye to the worried Jian Ningxuan, An Bu drove his newly bought motorcycle and drove all the way to the place where he ordered the meal.

Jian Ningxuan, who stayed at home, turned on the mobile phone location system, and studied financial data while paying attention to her movements.

Nowadays, there are more and more otakus and otakus, and they go to bed later and later. They neither want to go out nor do it themselves, so most of them choose to order takeout. Sometimes the delivery staff is too busy, and the takeaway company will hire some temporary delivery staff.

An Bu has done this kind of part-time job many times, and he has long been familiar with it.

After loading more than a dozen takeaways, Anbu delivered them to the buyers one by one according to the route. Along the way, a few more orders were added sporadically. Running back and forth, two hours passed before I knew it.

Anbu took the last takeout and took the elevator to the 6th floor of an apartment. With a ding-dong, the elevator door opened. There were three men and a woman waiting for the elevator. Anbu stepped out of the elevator and passed them by.

In front of him is a slightly narrow corridor, dimly lit and silent, except for the gentle footsteps of Anbu.

The buyer of the takeaway lived in 605, but Anbu stopped at the door of 604, and saw a thick ink-like death lingering on the closed door, not a omen of death, but It is the real breath of death.

There are at least two dead people in this room.

An Bu took a step forward, pressed the doorbell of 604, and shouted, "Hello, I'm delivering takeout, and the takeout you ordered has arrived."

Then he knocked on the door again, and just as his finger landed on the door, the door creaked and opened a crack.

Anbu glanced inside tentatively, then took a few steps back, quickly took out his mobile phone, and called the police.

"Hey, you're about to send someone over, I saw a dead person... The address? The address is Room 604 in the **** apartment building..." The panic in the voice was simulated vividly.

Ten minutes later, the police arrived and Anbu pointed at 604: "This is it."

Three or four policemen cautiously pushed the door and entered, leaving a young policeman to give An Bulu a statement.

"You delivered them takeout and found that the door was not closed, and then saw the deceased on the ground?" The police asked while registering her identity.

"Yes." An Bu answered honestly.

"Have you ever entered the room?"

An Bu shook his head: "No, I called the police when I saw the dead person."

"How did you know they were dead if you didn't go in?"

An Bu: "...the body has been divided into several pieces, can you still live?"

The young policeman turned red, coughed lightly, and continued to ask, "Did you see any suspicious people when you came?"

An Bu was about to answer when a heart-piercing song suddenly came from his phone: "The loneliest story is that I am alive and you are dead; the saddest ending is that I am dead and you are still alive. …”

Policemen:"…"

"Sorry." An Bu quickly pressed the answer button, "Hello, hello..."

"What a woolen thread? Where's my takeaway?! Really, it's so noisy at night, can you still let people **** properly?" A man with a stubble face.

"Huh?" Seeing the people in the corridor, the man froze for a few seconds, and then said in horror, "Uncle policeman, it's not illegal to **** in your own home, right?"

Policemen:"…"

An Bu: "..." This is also a funny comparison...

Several people communicated for a long time, and then An Bu "discovered" that he had admitted the wrong door, and the takeaway in his hand was not from 604, but from 605.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She handed him the takeaway.

"Forget it, the murder has already happened, who cares about this?" The stubborn man took the takeout and looked at the next room, "You're unlucky enough, you can send a bunch of dead people with any takeaway."

Where did the "bunch" come from? Don't just escalate the case, okay?

The young policeman was a little tired and said to the stubborn man: "You wait here for a while, my colleagues and I will check with you about the situation later."

The stubborn man raised his takeaway: "Do you mind if I wait while I eat?"

"...please."

Then, the young policeman turned to Anbu again and continued the question just now: "Did you see anyone when you went upstairs?"

"Yes, I met four people at the elevator entrance on the sixth floor, three men and one woman." An Bu answered truthfully.

"Oh?" The young policeman lifted his spirits. "Are they together? What are the characteristics?"

An Bu thought for a while, then replied, "One of the men and women should be a couple, twenty-five or six years old, the man has curly hair like instant noodles, heavy eyeshadow, and a fringe hanging around his neck. A jeweled skull necklace."

"I know!" The stubborn man who was squatting at the door to grab the rice interjected vaguely, "He is Huang Shiren who lives in 606."

An Bu: Huang "Shiren"...

The young policeman was taking notes in silence.

An Bu went on to say: "The woman has a lot of pigtails on her head, looks like a watermelon, wears a nose ring on her nose, and has a decorative knife on her waist..."

"I know." The stubborn man raised his right hand holding the chopsticks and interjected again, "She is Huang Shiren's No. 3 girlfriend, her name is Su San."

While recording, the young police complained: You even know how many girlfriends they have. Are you peeping next door every day?

An Bu continued: "Following the couple is a middle-aged man in his fifties, about 170 cm, with sparse hair, wearing a down jacket on the upper body and beach pants on the lower body..."

Young police officer: Have you met all the freaks in the world? !

"...wearing a pair of Fendiland shoes..."

Young policeman: I'll go, he can't even wear these brand-name leather shoes!

"...The leg hair is about five centimeters long, and it's as thick as the virgin forest of Kassisi."

Young policeman: "...you don't have to use metaphors."

Saying that, he looked at the stubborn man, and when he took the initiative to reveal the identity of this man, with such distinctive features, he could not have known it, right?

As a result, he was disappointed, and the stubborn man said, "This man is obviously a mental patient. There are no mental patients in our apartment."

The young policeman scribbled down: it seems that this person is very suspicious.

"The last one," An Bu went on to dictate, "I didn't see his face clearly. He was wearing a baseball cap and tracksuit, with his head down, his hands in his pockets, a round stud on his left ear and a neck on the right. There is half a tattoo on it, a bit like a trident."

Young police officer: Did you record so many details in just one face-to-face meeting? ! Are the people of today so sharp? As the People's Police, he felt Alexander.