The mountain wind was quite strong. When Jiayi got off the car, Fang Zhenyue was standing in the upwind direction, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and blocked most of the cold for her.

The two walked into the villa side by side, and neither of them spoke. They were probably trying to regulate their breathing so as not to reveal too many unspeakable emotions when the light was turned on with a "click" and the light made their expressions reveal everything.

They were both detectives and knew how to disguise themselves in front of others.

They just knew it too well.

"Would you like to drink Ovaltine?" Fang Zhenyue was walking in front and suddenly turned around to ask seriously. He was dry in the mouth and thought that maybe Jiayi

felt the same way. "Okay." Jiayi also nodded seriously, with a serious expression, and there was nothing strange about her.

Fang Zhenyue then walked towards the kitchen and went to boil water first.

Jiayi took the opportunity to stroll around the living room. Jiajun is growing up now, and his eldest brother forces him to drink a glass of Ovaltine every night, saying that it can make people grow taller... Brother Yue no longer needs to grow taller, but it turns out he is also drinking it.

Seeing Brother Yue sitting at the dining table and waiting for the water to boil seriously, Jiayi took a deep breath. The room was kept very clean by the hourly aunt, and the air was filled with the smell of laundry shampoo and the faint fragrance of flowers.

The smell of shampoo is very familiar, Brother Yue often has this smell, sometimes it is fruity, sometimes it is an elegant woody fragrance.

But the floral scent is very unfamiliar, she followed the smell to the living room until she walked to a huge whiteboard, and found a bunch of roses blooming in a vase on the table next to the whiteboard.

At this time, the sound of water boiling came from the kitchen, and after two drops, it was silent.

Jiayi walked over to prepare a drink of Ovaltine, only to find that Brother Yue had fallen asleep while sitting at the dining table. The room was filled with quiet and super hot steam, mixed with the scent of flowers and Brother Yue's clothes, which made people relax unconsciously

. His short hair, which was already a little messy, was even more unbridled at this moment. It casually covered his eyebrows and forehead, leaving dim shadows on his smooth skin. There were a few strands of hair on his eyelashes, which fluttered up and down with his breathing, giving people the illusion that he was soft and could be taken at will. With

her eyes slightly lowered, Jiayi saw Brother Yue sleeping in a crooked position, and the Ovaltine barrel in his arms.

Before he fell asleep, he must have been planning to make two cups of hot drinks after the water was boiled.

Jiayi's eyebrows, eyes, lips... every line on her face became soft. No wonder he always fell asleep in inappropriate situations. After all, he spent too much time and energy dealing with cases at other times.

He was too tired tonight.

A person who is too focused on work may often be uncontrollably powerless in other things even if he is interested.

Jiayi leaned against the kitchen door, staring at the man who was sleeping soundly with Ovaltine in his arms. His defenseless and relaxed face, covered by his bangs, looked a bit like a teenager who was sleeping in class. He unconsciously released his pitiful and soft side, and was unaware of the reckless scrutiny of others.

Jiayi took a step forward lightly, lowered her head and moved closer and closer...

Suddenly Fang Zhenyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she realized what she was doing. She was too close to him, so close that her breathing disrupted the rhythm of his eyelashes fluttering with her breathing.

Holding her breath, her heart suddenly beat like a drum, and her cheeks suddenly became hot. She was afraid of being discovered by him, so she hurriedly stood up and stayed away from his seductive face and his slightly open lips that she saw when her eyes were lowered.

Even a tough guy should be soft there.

Her thoughts were disturbed by his beauty again, and she slowed down her retreat.

The next moment, his lips actually pursed lightly, blocking the white and hard teeth inside and the faintly visible red tip of his tongue.

Feeling something in her heart, she suddenly raised her eyes, and in an instant she was plunged into two deep pools. She shuddered unconsciously, and the back

of her head felt like it was grabbed by a giant beast, and it was numb as if it was electrocuted. Goose bumps appeared all over her arms. Her limbs were very agile, and she instinctively wanted to escape.

But she couldn't escape anymore. One hand grabbed her wrist, and the other held down her hand that was resting on the table when she leaned over to get close to him.

The scalding temperature was transmitted through the skin that was touching, and Jiayi instantly felt his restraint, struggle, and throbbing.

She was not the only one who was disturbed, he was not much better either. She

stared at him silently, not knowing how many seconds, minutes or hours had passed. It seemed so long that she could almost see a slow-motion shot of him sinking and floating, and yet so short that she just took a quick breath.

She saw that although his eyes were deep, they were clear, without any of the drowsiness that comes from just waking up.

The detective's insight made her realize in an instant that he had not fallen asleep at all. He was just suddenly afraid to face her, so he chose the stupidest way to pretend to sleep in order to avoid a certain situation when they were alone.

Was it too difficult for him to suppress his impulse like her, and he even wanted to escape?

Or was he aware of her desire and greed, and didn't know how to deal with it?

Jiayi's mind was not so clear, and she couldn't figure out this connection. The next moment, their lips were already touching.

She didn't know whether she leaned over or he held her with his head held high.

When he gently rubbed, tentatively absorbing her body temperature like a small animal, Jiayi still had a bit of clarity in her mind: Sister Yin seemed to have guessed right, Sir Fang was an abstinent workaholic, and perhaps he really didn't have time to fall in love, let alone the opportunity to practice kissing skills to perfection.

A trace of secret joy rose up like a firework, flew to the cerebral cortex, ignited, ignited wantonly, and then emerged from the top of the head and bloomed on the top of the head.

It must have been a very big firework, exploding on the super high ceiling of the villa, lighting up the whole room.

When she came to her senses again, she had changed to a more comfortable position, sitting on his lap, nestled in his arms, being tightly held and wrapped by him.

She felt his trembling, his tense muscles showing that he was restraining himself, trying his best to restrain himself, in order to avoid the headlines of tomorrow's news saying "A man strangled a woman in a villa and suffocated her to death." Of course, the report would be described in detail later. Judging from the grinding marks left on the woman's lips, the man also blocked the woman's lips to speed up her suffocation...

When people are too happy, their thoughts will fall into a psychedelic dream, with ten thousand horses galloping in their minds. Suddenly, such a thought came to her, and suddenly, as if she had fallen off a cliff, she felt like she was speeding, holding the wind, the warm wind, the warm wind that tightened her body.

The huge power and the shrill sound occupied her thoughts, and she finally could no longer fully imagine any pictures and plots. Reason was displaced, trying to stop herself from sinking, and drowned by the deep waves.

A tiny force erupted from her body, intertwining and confronting with the huge force, and bursting out with a strange dizziness.

The fruity scent in her nose was infinitely amplified, streams flowed out of the dry land, and the warm power rolled in the streams and kneaded into the land, the dry soil turned into mud, and made a gurgling sound.

The waves suddenly hit, and the seaweeds tangled. Even the hardiest crabs and the most ferocious sharks could not escape the waves and the grass, and finally became slaves of the floating and tiny sea.

The ticking of a clock suddenly sounded in her ears, waking up the people trapped in the sea.

Jiayi realized that her forehead was against Yue Ge's chin, and her skin felt the stubble he had shaved. The slightly rough friction brought a little bit of pain.

Her eyes stared at his Adam's apple, which rolled slightly, as if he was swallowing, showing the difficulty of his endurance. Her

fingers climbed up gently, trying to press it, but Fang Zhenyue's hand seemed to have noticed her little movement in advance and grabbed her wrist.

Too fast, too fast.

The window paper of adults is so thin, just like being in Chongqing, facing a piece of space through the window paper. I thought I was on the first floor. If I tear open the paper and look down, I will see a bottomless abyss. If I fall down, I will be wrapped in the vast sea. I can only let myself float and sink. Even if I grow wings, I can't fly back to my original position.

Jiayi gently raised her lips, and licked her lips in a place where he couldn't see.

She had already got the answer. It was not her will. He secretly locked a sea in his heart, and tried his best to restrain and imprison it, so that the huge waves would not destroy all his reason.

For some reason, he was still restraining himself and trying to restrain the beast in his chest, so that it didn't rush towards her.

Gently stretch out your arms, put them on his shoulders, and slowly retract them. She didn't hug him as hard as he hugged her, but just gently, and his muscles tensed up as if facing a powerful enemy.

She leaned her face against his neck, not looking at his face like an ostrich, but with a smile of secret joy, imagining what Brother Yue looked like at the moment.

Iron men are also human beings, and the cold-blooded commander will also fall into the deep pool under the torment of desire, and be driven by physiological reactions to shame and humiliation, and even want to cover her eyes to prevent her from seeing his wolfish appearance.

He still wanted to maintain some of his image and dignity in front of her, and didn't want to be like a young boy who had never seen the world and threw away his armor and turned into mud in an instant.

Jiayi didn't look at him, but she was not that kind.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed her unbridled heartbeat like a happy prince who stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, feeling all the dizziness in her pores, and then whispered:

"Ovaltine is so delicious..."

Jiayi hadn't drunk the Ovaltine he made for her yet, but she had already drunk it.

Fang Zhenyue understood what she meant.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, soft and velvety, revealing boundless sexiness. Jiayi heard him swallow again, and felt the sudden increase in strength when he hugged her.

She buried her face in his neck, not letting him see her expression, and properly hiding her unbridled smirk.

In the battlefield of Brother Yue, she had already planted her flag at the highest point of the terrain.

…

…

Jiayi finally drank Ovaltine, a real sweet drink made from finely ground powder in a barrel and hot water.

It was the middle of the night, but she was not sleepy at all.

She held the cup and strolled back to the living room when he went to the bathroom. She

was still experiencing a little tingling and discomfort after her lips were slightly swollen, until she faced the huge whiteboard placed by Brother Yue in the living room, looked up and read the handwriting on it, the senses left on her lips were withdrawn, and all the energy returned to her brain.

There was no other miscellaneous information on the whiteboard, but several cases were written very simply and concisely, and marked with arrows:

[Wild Cat Case] ​​→ [Pet Dog Case] ​​→ [Stray Dog Case] ​​→ [Miao Liqun Case] ​​→?

The progression of one case after another is so clearly written that it is clear that the murderer's courage has grown.

Another row of arrows below connects:

[Poisoning] → [Poisoning] → [Poisoning + beating with a stick + cutting with a knife] → [Dizziness + tying up + cutting with a knife (taking away part of the body)] →?

This row shows the improvement and upgrade of the murderer's killing methods. Basically, he was well prepared. Some of the methods were used to clamp the victim, and some of the methods were used to torture and kill the murderer.

While clearly showing the escalation of the murder case, recalling it one by one, you will also realize that the information exposed by the murderer is also increasing, and the detectives are getting to know him better and better.

The process of murder investigation is not one where one thing grows while the other declines, but one where the devil is one foot taller and the road is ten feet taller.

Jiayi looked at the bottom of the two rows of arrows and there was another question:

Who is the bald man wearing a brown hat and a khaki windbreaker?

Jiayi looked at the three rows of handwriting silently, and then recalled her own blackboard logic in the office of Group B of the police station, and immediately reviewed and examined herself.

Live and learn, always observe others and learn from others.

Brother Yue may have listed all the clues on the whiteboard first, and then erased all the clues, summarizing and organizing the core chain of the murderer's behavior.

Look at these most concise logical lines, and keep thinking about the fragmentary clues and evidence that have been recorded in your mind, and do a brainstorm.

In this way, it is easy to grasp the most core difficulty to overcome at the moment.

Jiayi quickly summarized her learning methods and work experience in her notebook, and felt that she benefited a lot.

As for the romance?

Sorry, I forgot.