Chapter 12 Doesn’t it hurt to satisfy your appetite?
It turned out to be Han Huai. He looked pale, swallowed a few times and looked at Du Yanze who looked calm: "Who are you looking for?"
There was no flaw on Du Yanze's face. He was surprised, confused, and then impatient but had to be polite.
"Who are you? I'm here to see my grandma."
Han Huai and Du Yanze looked at each other and answered him: "I don't know you either, you've gone the wrong way." Then they closed their eyes tightly and their eyeballs slid slightly to the side.
Du Yanze muttered without changing his expression, "How is that possible! Wait a minute, I'll ask my sister to call and ask."
After receiving the hint, Yang Zhao immediately requested a phone call and dispatched additional police force.
"Hey, we've caught the person, but it's not Feng You. We've been fooled. Be careful, we're heading that way." Yang Zhao's heart instantly perked up and he was careful to keep the communication open, but he turned on the mute mode.
"No... I don't have time to argue with you." Han Huai's pupils shrank, and he pretended to close the door. But Du Yanze immediately pulled it open and put a foot in.
"Who is making trouble?"
The next second, Du Yanze opened the door, twisted the wrist of the man behind Han Huai, and shouted to Han Huai in a cold voice: "Get out first!"
Feng You's skills were surprisingly good, and he was able to fight Du Yanze for a few moves, and was about to defeat him. However, Han Huai rushed in again with a pale face and said coldly: "I'll help you."
Yang Zhao didn't expect that this usually nice guy would have the courage to do this, and he tried to pull him back but failed.
...You're asking for trouble, buddy.
Sure enough, Feng You immediately grabbed Han Huai and stood in front of him. Du Yanze suddenly withdrew his hand, and the blade brushed past Han Huai's cheek and almost cut him.
Feng You stabbed Han Huai's arm without hesitation and put the knife to his neck. The way he looked at them was no different from the way he looked at chicken, duck, fish and meat.
"Reinforcements will be here soon! Stop it." Yang Zhao looked at the situation in the house helplessly, cursing in his heart.
Don't take on a job that you don't have the skills to do. You were held hostage before, so how come you think you can do it again? Going up to help will only make things worse. If I hadn't rushed up, they would have tied him up and interrogated him first.
"Get out! Otherwise I will kill him immediately." Feng You's face was calm and he looked straight at Du Yanze.
Yang Zhao couldn't help but complain again, and glanced at Han Huai, who had a gloomy look in his eyes. The gangsters all knew who was the best, but you didn't...
Du Yanze was in a good mood, as he had seen this kind of scene many times. However, he realized that Feng You was indeed well-trained, knew where to retreat to a safe distance, and the fight just now was also very methodical.
"Calm down first. You see, being trapped in the house is not a solution. How about we all come out? I don't have any weapons in my hands now."
Du Yanze raised his hand, threw the blade in his hand out of the door, and slowly backed away.
"Hunter, I've heard a lot about you. I'm not that stupid. I'm no match for you without a weapon."
Feng You spoke very calmly, even his self-deprecating words were spoken without any ripples, which made people feel inexplicably creepy.
"But, I just found out today that you're actually a Cake." He suddenly laughed and made an exaggerated sniffing motion. "I wonder how you taste, but you smell really good."
"Drinking your blood will surely restore my sense of taste."
Du Yanze didn't even frown, and said with a sigh: "Then don't you want to challenge me? Come and kidnap me, I'll let you cut me twice, and taste it."
Feng You's brows twitched slightly, as if he had an idea. Yang Zhao's heart was pounding. Although he knew that his superior was powerful, the other party had a knife, and who knew if he had any other weapons.
If he has any connection with FA, it is very likely that he has a gun.
Seeing him hesitate, Du Yanze took Yang Zhao's knife and cut his arm twice without any care. On the way, he injected medicine just in case.
Blood gushed out, and the sweet smell filled the entire space. Yang Zhao only smelled the blood and didn't understand Fork's desire for it, but Feng You was actually overwhelmed by the smell and agreed to change people.
Han Huai looked at Du Yanze with red eyes, shaking his head and asking him not to do this. Yang Zhao was helpless and secretly winked at him, asking him to calm down.
Du Yanze walked towards him step by step. Although Feng You was alert, he could no longer suppress his excitement and restlessness. The blade drew a bloody line on Han Huai's neck.
But just one step away, Feng You pushed Han Huai away and immediately grabbed Du Yanze. Just as Du Yanze was about to take action, Han Huai did not run away but tried to grab the knife instead.
Yang Zhao was so angry that he wanted to run forward, but was afraid of causing more trouble. Sure enough, Du Yanze had no time to dodge and blocked the knife for Han Huai, and was injured in the back, almost in the neck. Fortunately, Du Yanze reacted quickly.
Han Huai was pushed aside, and Yang Zhao immediately held him down this time to avoid causing trouble.
Without Han Huai, Du Yanze had already taken the knife away, and the two of them fought with fists and feet. Feng You was stimulated by the smell of blood, and his expression was almost crazy, and he seemed to have no feeling at all even though he was injured.
Du Yanze handled the situation with ease, holding back nothing in his moves. The dull sound of his fists hitting flesh was enough to make one's teeth ache.
But if Du Yanze couldn't handle it, he would not be the chief, so he was quickly pinned down. At this time, Lin Shuang and his men also arrived and handcuffed him together.
Feng You was strangely quiet at this time, hanging his head and spitting out blood. They didn't pay much attention to it for a while, Du Yanze's punches were not held back, but Du Yanze always felt something was wrong.
"Give me back my sister's life! Bastard! Bastard!"
Han Huai on the side, however, couldn't hold himself back at all. He didn't care about his injuries and even wanted to rush forward with a knife. Naturally, the police officer on the side quickly held him down.
“Hahahaha,” Feng You lowered his head and laughed softly, “Your sister? Han Xian? She tastes good, but it’s a pity that I only had one bite.”
"Beast! Beast!"
Yang Zhao had never seen him like this before, and for a moment he felt a little uncomfortable. No wonder, he probably wanted to avenge his sister personally.
Du Yanze didn't bother to bandage the wound, he knew it was just a flesh wound. He felt that Feng You was not in a good condition, Lin Shuang came over to persuade him to bandage the wound, while colleagues from the Internal and External Forensic Department were rushing over to inspect the scene.
"Call an ambulance! There are surviving victims inside!"
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn over there, but Du Yanze's bad premonition grew stronger. He glanced over there and then looked at Feng You who had his head lowered.
He was already motionless with his head drooped. Du Yanze immediately walked over and heard him mutter, "Tang Zhilu..."
He spoke incoherently, as if his last breath had dissipated soundlessly.
Du Yanze suddenly touched his neck and wrist to check for pulse, but there was no pulse.
"Feng You is dead?"
The faces of the people present were grim. Feng You must have known a lot of things. Now he was dead. The remains of three victims were found inside, and even some incomplete remains, tools used in the crime, etc. really gave them a complete chain of evidence to settle the case.
There was even a living person who gave a confession for them.
But no one was happy. It was like the FA threw a murderer at them and told them to stop struggling and close the case.
Yang Zhao looked at Du Yanze who was frowning and thinking: "Sir, are you going back to Tang's house tonight?"
"Why not?"
"But..." Yang Zhao, who was nearby, naturally heard it. The voice was unclear, but not enough to cause misunderstanding.
Du Yanze shook his head and asked her for a bottle of SDD Cake-inducing medicine, which was the one he had been using.
"Of course I have to go back."
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The lights in the front yard of the Tang residence were still on at night, but the lush trees blocked the light sources, leaving only the shadows of the trees swaying on the ground. The road that was clear during the day became dim, and the houses in the distance were only vague outlines.
"Sir is still waiting for you on the third floor." The butler waited for him at the door. He did not ask much about his torn clothes, but asked one more question when he saw the gauze wrapped around his arm and collarbone.
"Do you need to call a doctor?"
Du Yanze looked calm, as if he had just fallen outside and it was no big deal, and refused in a gentle voice.
"Please go directly to the third floor." The butler stopped on the second floor and invited him up in an irresistible manner. Du Yanze was happy to cooperate.
These days, Tang Zhilu occasionally asked him to go up and sleep with him for a while, literally. Although Du Yanze didn't understand his behavior of sleeping with delicious food in his arms, he cooperated throughout the process.
But he was also causing trouble for Tang Zhilu, as he had to watch him wash it clean every time. Otherwise, he would not only have to wipe it, but also throw away a set of bedding.
Du Yanze didn't knock on the door, but Tang Zhilu, who was sitting next to him, immediately put down the book in his hand.
He was only wearing pajamas today, with his glasses still on his nose and his black hair hanging down. He looked like a husband waiting for his lover to come home.
"Are you hurt?"
Tang Zhilu's face changed. Du Yanze tilted his head to observe his expression, as if considering whether his surprise was real or fake.
There was a big tear on the back of Du Yanze's short-sleeved shirt, and the dark red mark dried on the fabric. He stood at the door and did not rush to walk towards Tang Zhilu.
"Yes, I'm very dirty now." Du Yanze added, "I just bandaged it casually without washing. I ran around outside all day, so I'm probably covered in dust."
Tang Zhilu took a deep breath, his fingers on the page trembled, and his voice became much lower: "Where is the injury?"
Du Yanze didn't respond, but just lowered his head and smiled, then turned and walked towards the bathroom.
Tang Zhilu stood up and reminded him coldly: "Don't let the wound get wet."
Du Yanze pretended not to hear and went straight into the bathroom.
He closed the door casually but did not lock it. He could open the bathroom door by simply pressing down on the door handle.
Du Yanze only stayed for a while, and the sweet smell filled the whole space. Maybe the smell was not that strong, but Tang Zhilu couldn't help but feel his heartbeat speed up, and his fingertips were numb and inexplicably excited. This was the body's instinct.
There was a sound of water in the bathroom, and Tang Zhilu knew that once he entered, the smell inside would only become stronger. He set a trap to test whether he could hold back.
Tang Zhilu knew all of Du Yanze's calculations and thoughts, and he shouldn't fall for it, but he only had one idea now.
He is injured.
How did he get hurt? Who hurt him? How serious is it? Has he applied medicine? Why doesn't he just calm down if he's already injured? Is competing with him more important than anything else?
With a click, the bathroom door opened.
Tang Zhilu watched his hand push open the door, and his heart felt as if it was burning.
In the summer, there was no white mist from the hot water, only a strong and frightening aroma that entangled his sense of smell. But Tang Zhilu's eyes could not leave the person in front of him.
He hastily threw the bloodstained gauze aside with his clothes. The bloodstain on his shoulder was like the cruelest brush, adding the most tragic stroke on the white and beautiful canvas. The light pink stream spread and flowed towards Tang Zhilu.
Du Yanze seemed to laugh, and turned his head to look at Tang Zhilu, not caring at all that he was seen naked by him. There were also light bloodstains on his arms, but they were obviously not deep and had already formed blood scabs.
His skin was delicate and well-proportioned, and the water wrapped around it wetly, dripping down his body curves and onto the ground.
"Boss Tang, this is not good, right?"
Tang Zhilu is indeed a visual animal. He has always believed that his aesthetic taste should be for everything that is perfect, grand, and has a certain fixed rhythmic beauty.
But he discovered today that he actually liked those who could make his heart beat, such as Du Yanze, who was half-turned and looking at him provocatively.
He thought he would lose control, and maybe Du Yanze thought so too.
But he heard himself just asking him: "Doesn't it hurt?"
Du Yanze's expression was blank for a moment, and he turned away as if escaping, but soon he seemed to calm down, and then he took out the injection.
Du Yanze turned around, his eyes like a cold and calm hunter before hunting. He raised his hand and injected the injection into Tang Zhilu's neck without hesitation.
The sweet aroma was overwhelming, rushing towards Tang Zhilu who had not moved a step like crazy. The frequent use of injections made his heart rate increase, his body temperature rise, and his body produced a similar emotion to excitement.
He had no intention of distinguishing whether those emotions were physiological in origin or caused by Tang Zhilu's sudden change of expression.
Du Yanze leaned against the wall. The pain on his back made him frown slightly, but he smiled and stretched out his hand to hook it at him like teasing a dog.
"Don't you want to come over?"
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