Chapter 231 Police Officer's Suspect
Lin Zhi no longer remembered how he got home. His chest was sticky and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or something else.
The feeling of fatigue spread to the nerve endings, the swelling and pain made people lose their energy, and there seemed to be a lingering sense of terrifying invasion.
The bathtub in the master bedroom bathroom is filled with warm water, which rises and falls like gentle waves, soaking you little by little.
Lin Zhi leaned drowsily against Qiu Huo's body. The lights were adjusted to warm tones. The warm skin and breathing made Lin Zhi's heart full of laziness of being in a safe place, just like a cat warming itself in front of the fireplace on a snowy winter day.
Lin Zhi didn't soak in the bath for long, as his chest felt a little sore due to the broken skin.
"What a big temper."
Lin Zhi murmured in a teasing tone.
"You just want to see me get angry."
Qiu Huo pulled the person out of the water and wrapped him in a large bath towel. His movements seemed rough but were actually delicate. He wiped Lin Zhi's wet hair with the towel.
Lin Zhi did not deny it. She leaned on Qiu Huo's chest muscles and listened to his steady and strong heartbeat.
After a while, a man's voice came from above my head.
"Do you really have an ex-boyfriend?"
"Yes," Lin Zhi replied lazily, "but he is dead."
Qiu Huo didn't hear any sadness in his words, and couldn't see Lin Zhi's expression, so he felt a little unsure.
If it is true, it is good to say it is good, and it is also bad to say it is bad.
The good thing is that you will never ask for reconciliation again, the bad thing is that the buffs are stacked even more.
Being your first love's ex-boyfriend is annoying enough, but a dead first love is even more annoying.
While Qiu Huo was still thinking about how to respond, he heard laughter coming from his arms.
"It seems that my storytelling ability has improved. I was able to fool Captain Qiu as well."
Lin Zhi's lips were pressed against Qiu Huo's heart, and her slightly hoarse voice became even gentler in the night.
"Don't worry, it's only you."
Feelings are something mysterious. Lin Zhi does not deny that his interest originated from desire. There is nothing wrong with admitting it.
But he gradually saw more things beneath the skin and felt the common points from the divided souls.
His psychological mysophobia was not cured, but instead was shaped into an increasingly tricky and weird person who could only get used to the shape of a specific person.
The young man's lips opened and closed constantly because of his words, like one kiss after another.
The warm breath penetrated into the body, and along with the gentle sound from the tip of the tongue, left a mark in the heart.
Qiu Huo's breathing became rapid and his mind was completely taken away by someone.
Lin Zhi was pushed down onto the soft big bed and trapped in Qiu Huo's chest.
The man has deep eyebrows and eyes, which are sharp and deep. The surging emotions flowing in his eyes can be understood without words.
Lin Zhi thought she would be greeted with a deep and passionate kiss, or perhaps excitement expressed through body language, but that was not the case.
Qiu Huo did not kiss him, but sat up and reached out his hand to him.
Lin Zhi held his hand and was pulled up by him. She could feel the restraint in the man.
His cell phone suddenly vibrated twice. It was a file sent to him by Qiu Huo.
Lin Zhi clicked on it with some confusion. It was Qiu Huo's file. Before he finished reading it, a card was suddenly stuffed into his hand.
"My life story and my salary card."
Qiu was shirtless, the dim light shrouded his muscular lines, and even when he was standing in a relaxed manner, his posture was straight due to years of training, making him look even taller and more upright.
"The password is 060901, which is the number I used to be in a special forces team. You can change it at will."
"Do you want to talk about love?"
Chou Huo never drags his feet and always goes straight to the point.
He was not afraid that Lin Zhi would play tricks on him. If he let the person run away, it would be considered as his incompetence.
Lin Zhi held the bank card between his fingers and pressed it against his lips, pondering slightly.
"How about changing it to 032719?"
Lin Zhi raised his eyes to seek advice, a smile flowing in his soft and affectionate eyes.
Qiu Huo understood what he meant instantly, and his heart dropped to the ground.
It turned out that Lin Zhi was just thinking about the password, which meant that he had never thought about agreeing or refusing, because in his heart, he agreed by default.
This kind of cognition makes people happy, and the corners of their mouths can't help but rise.
Clearly vague and ambiguous euphemisms completely play with people's hearts, yet make people enjoy it.
"Sure. Does it have any special meaning?"
Qiu Huo sat next to Lin Zhi, held her boyfriend's hand, circled Lin Zhi's fingers and calculated the circumference in her mind.
When he heard the string of numbers, he subconsciously broke them down and couldn't match them up.
Lin Zhi's eyes curved: "When I met you, this string of numbers was born."
Seven o'clock in the afternoon on March 27 was the time of his death. It was also on that day that a system appeared in his mind, and that is how they met.
“Then it’s very memorable.”
Qiu Huo did not ask any further questions, thinking that this was a string of exclusive numbers designed by Lin Zhi for them.
He took his phone and changed his bank password and the lock screen password at the same time, then hugged Lin Zhi and went to sleep.
He didn't plan to fire another shot, as Lin Zhi was already very tired. However, this was also something that surprised him. Lin Zhi didn't seem to have great physical strength, but he could withstand his demands in particular.
Sometimes tenderness can show more affection than intense sex.
Lin Zhi leaned in Qiu Huo's arms, her barely awake thoughts scattered, and she fell into a dark and sweet dream.
Qiu Huo was no longer anxious about not being able to fall asleep. He listened quietly to Lin Zhi's breathing in the dark, and his consciousness gradually sank.
He had a dream that he hadn't had for a long time, but what he dreamed about was not a sweet scene, but past events.
That day was actually no different from any other day. He was still in elementary school, and his father would pick him up from school every day at noon and they would go home for lunch together.
Ever since my dad was transferred to a civilian position due to an injury, his work and commuting times have become more stable, and I have more time to spend with him.
But my father’s cooking skills have never been very good, and the food is barely palatable, so after my mother left, he hired a nanny to take care of their daily life.
After dinner, his aunt washed the dishes and cleaned the house. He listened to his father telling him about his experience in handling cases. When he felt a little sleepy, he went into his room to take a nap.
The last class that morning was physical education. He played football with his classmates, which expended a lot of physical energy, so he fell asleep quickly and deeply.
He was awakened by strange noises. Something was knocked over, something was broken, and it sounded like someone was knocking on the door. Everything was chaotic and noisy.
His aunt's scream of pain woke him up suddenly and he opened the door.
My aunt was struggling to crawl into the corridor. The tiles beneath her were covered in glaring blood red. In the living room, my father was lying down with a lot of blood on his body.
Someone was kicking the door, and the iron door made a sound of being unable to bear the weight.
A man with a knife stood in the living room, blood dripping from the tip of his knife.
The strong summer sun was a little dazzling, making the man's outline a little blurry. After a moment, he could see his face clearly.
The man wanted to rush over, but the door was already kicked open, accompanied by an angry warning.
There was a dull sound coming from the balcony and someone jumped in from outside.
The man hid in the bathroom, and by the time the police kicked open the door, he had already run away.
He could no longer hear the sounds around him at that time, and just walked towards his father step by step.
He was no longer breathing and had become a corpse.
I have thought countless times that if only I hadn’t fallen asleep that day.
Why did he fall asleep and why was he sleeping so deeply? If he had realized it earlier, could he have called for help faster? Maybe Dad would not have died.
The sounds seemed to come through the heavy door, and Qiu Huo suddenly opened his eyes.
It took him a while to realize his surroundings and relax.
His eyes were open, and they were dark.
Since the day my father had the accident, sleeping has become something that makes me hateful or painful.
He had stayed awake until dawn several times. During that period, his health became very poor and he had to rely on a psychologist to assist him in sleeping.
Later Qiu Huo realized that exhausting his physical energy would allow him to fall asleep quickly, so he began to train himself, which enabled his body to grow quickly and it was easy for him to be admitted to the police academy.
However, as his body grew, his threshold became higher and higher, and it became increasingly difficult to fall asleep. Even if he did fall asleep, he could only sleep for a short time.
But he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, as it enabled him to achieve exceptionally outstanding results in the special forces operations at the border.
His superiors, who appreciated him, planned to promote him to the capital, but he refused.
There are still things he can't let go of in his hometown. The man who killed his father has never appeared again, but even if Qiu knows about it, he hasn't disappeared either.
The intimidation tactic of sending white flowers as a memorial on his birthday made his parents' colleagues chase him for a long time. He was being watched very closely and just sending a bouquet of flowers was already the limit.
As he gets older, it becomes more difficult for the other party to kill him.
Qiu Huo thought again about the intimidating camera under Lin Zhi's shoe cabinet and pondered the file.
He habitually wanted to use thinking to pass the long night, so he moved his body and planned to change his position to make Lin Zhi sleep more comfortably.
The startled young man hugged him, patted his body twice in a daze, and continued to sleep with him in his arms.
Qiu Huo chuckled: "You are coaxing a child."
Having said that, Qiu Huo buried his head in the young man's chest, listening to his heartbeat and breathing.
Gradually, sleepiness crept in again.
Lin Zhi felt a little weird when he woke up. He opened his eyes and found the source of this feeling.
Qiu Huo's sleeping position was awkward, he slept very low in his arms. If he was a child, this position would be suitable, but the problem was that he was an adult man with long arms and legs, who was taller than him. In this sleeping position, he looked even longer than him, and his neck was locked to Qiu Huo's body.
Lin Zhi was actually very familiar with this posture, as Qi He had been sleeping like this in his arms for several years.
His fingers occasionally stroked Qiu Huo's slightly rough hair, revealing an unconscious tenderness.
The bright daylight is blocked by curtains, blurring the boundaries of time.
Hatred may be carried out with eyes open, silently sinking.
Until the cell phone rang rapidly, Qiu's body reacted faster than his brain, he turned over and reached for the phone to answer it in one go.
"Boss, we found Da Yu."
Da Yu is the gangster who stole the passenger's cell phone on the bus. The murderer used this phone and the number to call Lin Zhi.
If we can get any clues about Xiao Xia from him, we can investigate Xiao Xia directly.
Qiu Huo responded: "I know."
He hung up the phone and looked into Lin Zhi's eyes.
The young man with a lazy posture curved his eyes, showing that he understood what had just happened.
Sometimes feelings don't need to be expressed in words, and understanding is a more intimate way of communication.
Qiu or said: "I went to work."
Lin Zhi chuckled and replied, "Be careful on the road."
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