After a moment of silence, Wen Qing stuttered, "Hello, uncle."
The man glanced at her and hummed calmly, "Sit down."
"I'll get you some fruit."
After saying that, he walked back to the kitchen again.
Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, sat back in his seat, and tugged at Xing Ze's sleeve.
Before he could ask, Xing Ze turned his head and whispered, "Uncle Xia is my uncle's partner."
Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds. Partner?
Same-sex couple?
No wonder Ji Sheng didn’t call “Dad” or “Mom”, but “Little Dad” or something like that.
He nodded blankly and asked again, "So is your uncle's last name Ji?"
Ji Sheng at the side laughed and said, "Yes, Dad has the same last name as Mom."
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed slightly as she responded softly.
He really didn't expect this family to be special.
Ji Sheng crossed his legs on the sofa, tilted his head and looked at Wen Qing. Seeing that he looked unnatural, he blinked and asked, "Brother, you are not homophobic, are you?"
Wen Qing quickly shook his head: "No, no."
He explained in a low voice: "I just misunderstood. I'm a little embarrassed."
Ji Sheng said to Wen Qing with a smile: "What does this have to do with you, brother? It's all my cousin's fault for not telling you in advance."
Xing Ze pinched the bridge of his nose and explained in a low voice: "Something happened at the bureau just now, and I didn't have time to say anything."
Wen Qing asked curiously: "What's the matter? Is it a missing person case?"
Xing Ze nodded: "Found the first ..."
He paused and glanced at Ji Sheng who was sitting next to Wen Qing.
Ji Sheng had just reached adulthood. Xing Ze hesitated for a moment and then changed the subject: "We found the cell phone of one of the missing persons."
Wen Qing asked in a low voice: "Are you going back then?"
Xing Ze shook his head: "It's no use for me to go back now. It was damaged by human beings. It will take time for the technical department to repair it."
Wen Qing responded in a daze.
After a while, the kitchen door was opened again.
Xia Yansi came out, this time with a fruit platter in his hand.
He placed the fruit platter on the coffee table, facing Wen Qing.
"Thank you, uncle." Wen Qing thanked him in a low voice, lowered his eyes, and was slightly stunned when he saw the fruit.
The apples and oranges were cut into the shapes of little rabbits, and the watermelons and strawberries were equilateral triangles. Each fruit looked as if it had been cut by a machine and was arranged neatly and orderly.
Wen Qing thought, Uncle Xia’s knife skills are really good, his cooking skills must be very good.
He didn't take the fruit on his own initiative. Ji Sheng used a silver fork to pick up an apple and handed it to him: "Brother, eat it."
Wen Qing thanked him again and raised his hand to take the fork.
The next second, he felt Xia Yansi's gaze on his hand.
Xia Yansi's eyes were cold, not the look of a host inviting guests to eat fruit, but more like the look of someone who has seen something dirty, with a hint of disgust.
Wen Qing's hands froze, not knowing what he had done wrong.
Suddenly, Ji Sheng moved.
He took out a wet towel, turned sideways with his back to Xia Yansi, and said in a low voice: "Brother, your sleeves are a little dirty."
Wen Qing lowered his head. He was wearing black clothes, and perhaps because he had hit the wall, his cuffs were stained with grayish-white dust, which was very obvious.
Wen Qing wanted to do it himself, but Ji Sheng moved too quickly and the dust was wiped away before he could even open his mouth.
Xia Yansi slowly moved his gaze away, looked at Xing Ze, and asked, "Are there any clues to the missing cases?"
Xing Ze told the truth: "We have found a new clue."
"Really?" Xia Yansi asked again, "Haven't you found the missing people yet?"
"No."
The two asked and answered each other, like an ordinary conversation between an elder and a younger person.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief and slowly took a bite of the apple.
Ji Sheng leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Brother, don't mind it. Xiaoba is not targeting you. He just has mysophobia, which is a common problem among doctors."
"My friends don't dare come to my house because of him."
Wen nodded and responded softly.
Ji Sheng smiled and took another slice of orange and handed it to him: "Brother, eat it."
In the following time, Wen Qing was fed by Ji Sheng all the time, and he finished half of the fruit by himself.
In the end, Wen Qing couldn't eat any more, and quickly said to Ji Sheng: "I'm really full."
Ji Sheng was stunned: "I only ate this much."
Wen Qing opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Xing Ze said, "He has always had a small stomach."
Ji Sheng smiled and said, "Then you are easy to support, brother."
The two were talking about Wen Qing, and Xia Yansi's gaze fell on Wen Qing again.
He looked at Wen Qing and said slowly: "I heard that you are a student of the seminary?"
Wen Qing was stunned. Is this true?
How come he doesn't know?
Xing Ze didn't notice his stunned look, and said to Xia Yansi: "Well, he has divine affinity."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, somewhat wondering if it was because of the problems in the previous world that this world directly set him up as an international student returning from the seminary.
Ji Sheng's eyes lit up, and he stared at Wen Qing curiously: "This is the first time I've seen someone studying in a seminary."
"Brother, how do I get into seminary?"
Wen Qing had never been admitted to the seminary. He was silent for a while and said dryly, "There is an entrance ceremony."
Worried that Ji Sheng would ask for details, he added, "It's to let God choose us."
Ji Sheng nodded as if he understood, and then asked, "So, will brother become a priest in the future?"
Wen Qing said vaguely: "Not necessarily."
Ji Sheng asked again: "Brother, what do you usually learn in class?"
Wen Qing recalled for a moment, pursed his lips and said, "Prayers, sacrifices, and the like."
Hearing this, Ji Sheng became even more curious: "Then should we pray with you before we eat later?"
Wen Qing quickly said, "No need."
He blurted out a school rule: "You can't force others."
Ji Sheng blinked: "It's not forced, I've never prayed before, I'm just curious."
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and he thought, how could he recite those prayers in front of others?
Wouldn't this thought reveal the truth?
Seeing that Wen Qing was a little uneasy, Xing Ze said to Ji Sheng: "Don't treat other people's beliefs as a game."
Ji Sheng whispered, "I know."
He tugged at Wen Qing's sleeve, leaned close to her ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Brother, I didn't mean it, don't be angry."
Wen Weiwei tilted his head slightly, Ji Sheng's lips were too close to his ears.
He whispered, "I'm not angry."
Ji Sheng smiled and said, "I'm glad that my brother is not angry."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened with a click.
Xing Ze turned his head to look and shouted to the door, "Uncle."
Wen Qing tilted his head, and his pupils suddenly shrank when he saw the person coming.
The man had handsome features, gentle eyes and eyebrows, wore a pair of frameless glasses, and had a faint smile on his lips, looking gentle and elegant.
Exactly the same face and expression as Ji Yu.
Wen Qing stared at the man in a daze: [System.]
【He is the murderer! 】
001: […Advanced task: Assist the police in finding the murderer of the serial disappearances.]
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled and his mind was in a mess. It took him a while to understand what the system was saying.
The mission this time is to bring the murderer to justice, not simply to find out who the murderer is.
The man stood at the entrance, glanced around and his eyes fell on Wen Qing.
He smiled gently: "You must be Wen Qing, I am Xing Ze's uncle."
Wen Qing pinched his palms and became even more nervous.
This voice is exactly the same as Ji Yu's.
He stammered, "Hello, uncle."
His voice was trembling. Xing Ze tilted his head to glance at him. Thinking that Wen Qing was a little nervous about seeing his elders, he whispered, "My uncle is only seven or eight years younger than us."
Ji Yu smiled and said, "I am just older than you, don't treat me like an old antique."
Wen Qing nodded stiffly.
Ji Yu walked into the living room and sat next to Xing Ze.
Although he was not sitting next to Wen Qing, Wen Qing clearly felt the sofa sink slightly, and his heart sank as well.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and asked the system hurriedly: [Isn't this a human-level copy? Why did Ji and Ji Yu appear? ]
001 said calmly: [This is a human-level copy.]
Wen Qing: [And then? ]
001: [This is a person.]
Wen Qing said softly, "Oh," so this was just someone who looked exactly like Ji Yu.
He tilted his head cautiously and looked at his uncle who was sitting next to Xing Ze.
The profile is exactly the same as Ji Yu's.
Wen Qing took a deep breath and told herself that they just looked alike, and Uncle Xing Ze was not Ji Yu.
Before his uncle noticed his gaze, Wen Qing quickly retracted his gaze and asked Xing Ze in a low voice, "What's your uncle's name?"
Xing Ze: "Ji Yu."
Wen Qing was stunned: "Ah?"
Xing Ze added: "Season's Ji, Prison's Yu."
Wen Qing opened his mouth and was about to speak, when suddenly, Ji Yu turned his head and looked over: "What's wrong?"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Wen Qing's face.
Wen Qing's cheeks became hot involuntarily, and she said nervously, "No, nothing."
Ji Yu chuckled: "Have we met before?"
Wen Qing immediately shook his head. He tried to answer in a normal tone, but he stuttered as soon as he spoke: "No, no."
His expression and tone were completely different from before Ji Yu appeared.
Xing Ze frowned slightly, realizing something was wrong.
Wen Qing felt the increasingly hot gaze beside him. He tilted his head slightly and saw the inquiry in Xing Ze's eyes. His eyelids twitched and he whispered the truth: "Actually... my uncle looks a lot like someone I know."
"I just got a fright."
Xing Ze looked into his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Is he a classmate from school?"
Afraid that Xing Ze would find out something was wrong, Wen Qing didn't dare to make up a story and simply responded vaguely.
"Tick-tock——" A prompt sound suddenly sounded in the living room.
"Sorry," Xia Yansi took out his phone and looked at it, then said to everyone, "The steak is marinated."
"Xiao Ze, come to the kitchen and help."
Xing Ze had no choice but to swallow the rest of his words and followed Xia Yansi into the kitchen.
Wen Qing bent his fingers and looked at Xing Ze's back unconsciously.
Although he was a little afraid of Xing Ze, Xing Ze was the only confirmed good guy, unlike Ji Yu who might be the murderer.
Wen Qing glanced to the right and saw that Xing Ze was not there. There was an empty seat between him and Ji Yu.
Perhaps he noticed his awkwardness, Ji Sheng tilted his body and said to Wen Qing with a smile: "My dad and I don't know how to cook, but my cousin is pretty good at it."
"Little Dad is very particular about food and won't let us touch it."
Wen Qing hummed.
Ji Sheng asked curiously, "Brother, how much does the person you are talking about look like Dad?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips and said softly, "Very similar."
Ji Sheng took out his phone, clicked on the photo, put the phone under Wen Qing's eyes, and pointed at the man standing next to Ji Yu: "This is my eldest uncle, and this is my second uncle."
"Are those the ones you saw?"
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, looked at the person in the photo who looked somewhat like Ji Yu, and shook his head: "No."
He raised the corner of his mouth: "It just happens that they look alike. He has, has already..."
Wen Qing pondered for a while, and simply said to Ji Sheng: "He's gone."
Ji Sheng groaned and said quickly, "I'm sorry."
Wen Qing whispered, "It's okay."
Ji Sheng scratched his head, looking like he didn't know what to say. After a while, he said, "Brother, you can use Dad as a substitute."
Wen Qing was silent. This man is truly a filial son.
Ji Shengle said cheerfully, "Do you miss that friend very much? Dad is a professional psychologist and can help you calm down..."
"Ji Sheng," Ji Yu interrupted and said lightly, "Wen Qing and him probably don't have a good relationship."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and turned to look at him.
Ji Yu said slowly: "You look a little afraid of me."
"I guess I had some unpleasant experience with him..." Ji Yu paused and changed his words, "Sorry, it's a professional habit."
Wen Qing whispered, "I'm sorry."
Ji Yu laughed and said, "Why should you say sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."
Wen Qing hummed, still not daring to look directly at Ji Yu.
The friendlier Ji Yu acted, the more panicked he became, because Ji Yu was the same at the beginning.
Suddenly, something was stuffed into his hand.
Wen Qing lowered his head and saw that it was a game console.
"Brother, have you played this? I can't pass this level, can you help me?" Ji Sheng asked with a smile.
Wen gently touched the buttons on the game console and said softly, "Let me try."
"Thank you, brother." Ji Sheng smiled, stood up and walked to Wen Qing's right side, sitting directly between him and Ji Yu, separating the two.
"Dad, the teacher asked us to report our target volunteer first."
"Which school do you want to go to?"
"I'm still struggling with this, ruling out medicine first."
"Um?"
"May God strike you down, my dear father, for persuading others to study medicine."
…
Listening to the father and son talking about their college choices, Wen Qing couldn't help but turn his head to look at them.
Ji Yu had a smile on his lips as he looked at Ji Sheng quietly, with kindness in his eyes, like an ordinary father.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief and pressed the continue game button, wanting to help Ji Sheng pass the level.
Two seconds later, game over.
Until before dinner, Wen Qing did not help Ji Sheng pass this hurdle.
Wen Qing returned the game console to Ji Sheng and whispered, "I can't pass it."
"If you can't pass it, then you can't pass it." Ji Sheng put the game console aside, leaned close to Wen Qing's ear, and whispered, "Isn't my dad pretty scary too?"
"Half of my friends and classmates are afraid of my younger dad, and half are afraid of my older dad."
Ji Sheng shook his head and said, "My brother, you performed quite well."
Wen Qing couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth and thought Ji Sheng was quite cute.
The dinner was not Chinese home-cooked food, but Western style. In addition to a steak for each person, there were also some dishes that Wen Qing was not familiar with.
Wen Qing looked at the beautifully presented dish and slowly picked up a piece of broccoli.
"Uncle Xia's craftsmanship has improved a lot." Xing Ze said.
Xia Yansi's eyebrows gradually relaxed: "I recently learned a lot of tricks from a chef..."
"Ji Sheng will take the college entrance examination in a month."
"Yes."
"Have you considered all the professional schools?"
"No……"
…
Seeing that no one brought up the topic of himself, Wen Qing's tense nerves gradually relaxed.
"Are these not to your taste?" A low voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
Wen Qing raised his head and saw Xia Yansi coming over to pour him a glass of wine.
He quickly said, "It's delicious."
Xia Yansi responded calmly, watching the red wine flow down the wall of the glass to the bottom, and said, "The wine Xiaoze brought is good."
Under his gaze, Wen Qing picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
The next second, I couldn't help but frown.
Bitter and astringent.
Wen Qing relaxed for a long time, his eyes misting up from the irritation.
He looked at Xia Yansi dimly and whispered, "It tastes good."
Xia Yansi nodded and continued to pour him wine.
Wen Qing had no choice but to take another sip.
Soon, he felt that the sounds in his ears were getting farther and farther away, his head was getting heavier, but his feet were getting lighter and lighter, and his whole body seemed to be suspended in the air.
"Da——" The collision between the knife and fork and the porcelain plate made a loud noise.
There was a pause in the voice, and several people looked at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing raised her eyes in confusion, her cheeks flushed, and her neck and collarbone were faintly pink, like ripe fruits waiting to be picked.
Ji Yu and Xia Yansi were stunned.
"Brother, are you drunk?" Ji Sheng asked.
Xing Ze sat on the right side of Wen Qing. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Wen Qing's eyes.
Wen Qing sat in the chair blankly, her eyes slowly following his fingers.
"He can't drink much," Xing Ze frowned slightly and said to the others, "I'll take him home first."
As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone rang.
"Hey, Criminal Squad, we found something, come back soon."
Xing Ze frowned: "I'll be back soon."
Ji Yu asked: "Is this the police station?"
Xing Ze nodded.
Ji Yu said, "I'll take Wen Qing home."
Xing Ze hesitated for a moment, and the person on the other end of the phone urged him again, so he had no choice but to agree: "Thank you for your help, uncle."
"No trouble." Ji Yu smiled.
As soon as he walked up to Wen Qing and did nothing, he saw that Wen Qing's eyes were red and filled with a hint of panic.
Not only because of fear but also the effect of alcohol, Wen Qing's tears fell like pearls from a broken string, and her eyelashes were dyed into wisps and drooped listlessly.
He seemed to be very repulsed by Ji Yu's approach.
Ji Yu paused and turned to look at Xing Ze: "Wen Qing..."
Xing Ze's expression changed. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Uncle, I'll send him off myself."
"Team Xing, what are you delivering? Come quickly, the director is urging us..." The colleague's call came again from the other end of the phone.
"Let me do it." Xia Yansi put down the red wine, leaned over, and picked up Wen Qing from the chair.
Wen Qing blinked, turned her head and buried her face in Xia Yansi's chest.
Xia Yansi was only wearing a shirt, and the thin fabric was quickly soaked by his tears, leaving his chest with a wet and sticky feeling.
He frowned and asked Xing Ze coldly, "What's the password?"
"010109."
*****
at night
While half asleep, Wen Qing felt someone touching her. The cold fingers slowly moved from her chest to her belly button and made circles.
Without any emotion, he seemed just a piece of meat on the chopping board, being weighed by the chef.
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