Chapter 454 Empress 31: The truth has emerged, looking for a dog food

"What's wrong with dogs? Dogs are the most loyal friends of mankind."

"..."

Damn, cub!

Lu Qidong scolded, and then pressed the bell in the room to send him over.

The person who came to deliver the wine was Hong Nong and a newly arrived girl, Xuan Zijiao, whose appearance was the best in this beauty's stolen residence, and he was gentle, and saw that Huo Changxun's wine glass was empty. He called out: "Xun Shao." He stepped forward and was about to pour wine.

Huo Changxun slowly raised his leg, put it on the coffee table, and stopped the man: "There is a family." He waved his hand and grinned, but his eyes were cold, "Be far away."

Zijiao smiled, then backed away.

Who said that Huo Er-shao's game leaves are untouchable, and he fell into the home of ordinary people.

After about twenty minutes, Ji Lingran's phone came.

"Dye dye."

Huo Changxun ordered a table of food, and just moved a few chopsticks.

The wind was still heard on the phone, and she said, "I'm here, outside." He urged again, but the voice was soft, "You come out quickly, you can't stop here for long."

Huo Changxun took a paper towel to wipe his hands, took his coat, and got up: "Lu Qidong has a parking space." He meant to let her drive to the parking space to wait for him.

She refused: "No, my car is small."

Three minutes later, Huo Chang found a stolen home, looking at the girl waiting on the roadside, and her car that had fallen out of paint. She was speechless for a while.

This car is really small, two-wheeled little sheep.

He glanced at the used car whose height had not reached his waist: "Why didn't I drive my car?" The car keys were all placed in the cabinet of the entrance of the house. She didn't touch it.

Ji Lingran stopped the car, still wearing a helmet, walked in front of him, slap his face up, "Your head lowered."

Such a broken helmet, she is wearing a cute, like a watermelon head expression package.

Huo Changxun was in a good mood and bowed his head.

She put on another helmet that had been half-painted, put the straps on tiptoe, got in the car first, and then said to him, "You come up."

Huo Changxun scratched his lip and smiled, he sat on it for the first time in his life.

The little girl in front sat upright: "Help me, hold me steady."

He hugged her waist and lifted his legs off the ground. His hands and feet were long. This posture was not very comfortable, but the smile on his lips never stopped.

"I opened."

She said that before turning the handlebars, she moved forward at a low speed and a constant speed.

Huo Changxun: "..."

The wind from the face blows away his hairstyle ...

This little sheep is quite strong.

Stealing at the door, the two girls who had just finished work saw this scene.

"That's looking for less?"

Another girl glanced at the long legs that were nowhere to be placed: "It's him."

"Xunshao's company went bankrupt?"

Looking for a car, which time it is not a car to be a sedentary BMW, this little sheep does not match his expensive and temperament.

The companion felt that bankruptcy was unlikely, and he said: "Even if Xunxiao goes out to beg, he can afford a luxury car." After all, his family and friends are rich or expensive. "It is estimated to be fun."

Have fun riding a little sheep?

The rich will really play.

Ji Lingran rides very slowly, and the car's battery is not good. The speed is hard to say. It's more than 11 o'clock at home. She parked the car in the garage to charge it, and then asked Huo Changxun if he had dinner.

He said no.

Ji Lingran was still hungry for him and went to give him a bowl of noodles. There were not many noodles left in the refrigerator. She was afraid that he would not be full and added three eggs to him.

Huo Changxun even drank the noodle soup.

She thought, he must be very hungry, did not know to eat outside, thinking that he had drunk on an empty stomach before, and did not know that he was awake and did not wake up.

"Dyeing," she was washing the dishes, Huo Changxun followed, pasting from behind, "Do you love me?"

The plate in her hand slipped, and she immediately boiled the water and washed away the foam.

She didn't answer, so he rubbed her face on her neck, making her laugh: "Love me or not? Huh?"

Ji Lingran thought that he might not have been awake.

She dried her hands: "I'm going to get the hangover medicine."

Huo Changxun held her and refused to let her know that her mouth was hard and did not force her. She made her cry this evening, and her eyes are still swollen. Is the car good? "

He used to call her like this in bed.

Ji Lingran is not used to this kind of intimacy and hides her neck back: "I have a car."

Again.

She didn't want to buy anything for her. When she bought it, she didn't move it in the cupboard, but he wanted to buy it for her.

"Your little sheep doesn't block the wind." His tone was tough, and she was not allowed to refuse, "Change you four wheels."

She did n’t want a car, leaned back in his arms and did n’t hide anymore. She looked very good: "If you do n’t buy a car, would you buy me a pot of fairy balls?"

He couldn't stand her tone.

A sentence of ‘Okay’, can make his bones crisp, let alone the fairy ball, give her life.

He leaned on her, propped his hands on the refrigerator, kissed her in his arms.

She still indulged him, even if he was annoying him, it would not be annoying for a long time. He was miserable by him two hours ago.

Kiss, kiss ...

Huo Changxun's hand got into her clothes: "Dye treasure, want you."

He pulled her collar apart and bowed her head to bite her shoulder strap.

They had only been there two hours ago. She pushed him, shook her head, and refused in a soft voice: "No." She buried her head in her arms, her voice was very low, "Also, there is a little pain."

Huo Beast remembered his previous beast behavior, and then be gentle, continue the beast: "Hand me."

Well, this time she hurt her hand ...

The next day, Xiao Jinghe went to the fire brigade, and there were people from the Public Security Bureau.

The Jiang team of the criminal investigation team suggested that during psychological hypnosis, when people are in crisis or fear, part of their visual and auditory memories will be temporarily lost. That is a subconscious stress response.

Xiao Jinghe agreed.

The hypnotic psychologist Jiang has been selected.

Xiao Jinghe said to the people around him: "I am going with the Jiang team, you go busy, do not need to accompany me." He guarded her every day, has not been working for a few days.

Rong Li still led her without letting go: "No harm, I happen to have a trip."

He said nothing.

Team Jiang went out to contact the police station. She and Rongli were the only ones in the fire brigade ’s conference room. She turned around and hung her hands on Rongli ’s neck and smiled at him: “Do n’t you tell me?”

If necessary, report to your girlfriend.

Rong Li said: "I have seen a psychiatrist before and talked to him again."

Along the way, she asked a lot about his visit to a psychiatrist. He probably didn't want her to care about it. He only picked up the good ones and said that he was only slightly anxious earlier, saying that he is now fine.

Coincidentally, the doctor who hypnotized Xiao Jinghe was the attending psychologist before Rongli, named Zhang Xiancheng. He was a handsome and gentle middle-aged man with good speech and temperament.

He first consulted Xiao Jinghe. In addition to Rong Li, the Jiang team was also present. After understanding the basic situation and information, he began to guide her to sleep.

When hypnotizing, Zhang Xiancheng also played that English song, almost prelude came out, she frowned in deep sleep.

"Canyoufeelme? AsIbreathelifeintoyou."

The red wine glass on the table was poured.

Tick, tick, tick ... The bright red wine fell on the carpet drop by drop, and was refracted by the bright firelight into a flamboyant red.

"Inawhilemyflower, somewhereinadeserthaze ..."

The ringtone of the phone suddenly rang.

She stumbled over and picked up the phone with a trembling hand.

"Hey."

In the fire, except for the crackling and burning sound of the wood, only her trembling voice: "Who are you? Talk."

No one speaks.

A whistle came from the phone, blowing the tune of the English song intermittently, high and low, high and low ...

Footsteps sounded behind her, and she turned back suddenly.

"Rong Li!"

Xiao Jinghe was struggling for a while. Rong Li was about to speak, and Zhang Xiancheng shook his head, beckoning him not to stop, and then turned the music down, and the ball rang loudly.

She kept dreaming, and the sweat on her head grew more and more.

The fire in the dream was getting hotter and fiercer. There was a tall and thin figure in Ranran's light. The man was carrying the light, holding a red wine glass in his hand, and the red liquid in the glass shook back and forth.

"Canyoufeelme? AsIbreathelifeintoyou ..."

The tune sometimes disappeared, the figure turned around, and the facial features were covered with a black hood, with only a concave and convex outline. He put down the glass and took out a pair of red high-heeled shoes from the black backpack.

"Inawhilemyflower, somewhereinadeserthaze ..."

The whistle and the tune of the English song sway in the night, in the fire, in the empty living room.

The man in the balaclava carried high heels in his hand and walked towards her step by step. He squatted down, took off her white sneakers, and put on those red high heels.

Whistling, he took out a bottle of nail polish and grabbed her hand, one by one painted with red nail polish, the tunes of the English song were melodious, and the single loop was tiresome.

"Wantyoutounderstand, It’syouandItogether ..."

His application of nail polish suddenly stopped, and the eyes exposed outside the headgear were stained with fire: "Why don't you laugh anymore, don't you laugh happily?"

He smiled.

He touched her head: "Laugh."

"You laugh."

Looking down, he blew on her fingernails that had just been painted with nail polish, and said to himself, "I'm so sad, why are you still laughing."

"It doesn't matter, you won't laugh when you die."

"Hehehe ..."

He threw the nail polish lid on the ground, took a towel from his backpack and wiped his hands, finger by finger, and finally, lit the towel, and then the whistle sounded again ...

Xiao Jinghe opened his eyes violently: "Rong Li!"

Finally waking up, Rong Li hugged her and patted her back: "I'm here, I'm not afraid, it's all over."

She was trapped in fear, and later realized that she was lying on his shoulder, breathing for a long time with a big mouth: "The raincoat is wearing the takeaway clothes, and the hand, this place," she pointed to her tiger mouth Location, "There is a mole."

She was the first victim in this serial case. It was the first time the murderer committed the crime. She was not yet skilled. After that, the murderer wore gloves.

Only she has seen the mole on the tiger's mouth.

The Jiang team next to him asked, "Is there any?"

Xiao Jinghe thought about it: "When I was killed, that person's voice was still very young, and should not be more than thirty-five years old now."

Team Jiang jotted down the key information and asked if there were any.

She shook her head.

Rong Li wiped her sweat: "Is it a headache?"

She said something.

Rong Li asked her to lean on her shoulders, pressed her temples for a while, and waited for her to slow down before feeding her a glass of water: "You are waiting for me outside." He asked Zhang Xiancheng something else.

"Ok."

Rong Li was worried, looking at the Jiang team.

"Relax, our policemen will be keeping pace."

Rong Li nodded: "Trouble."

Xiao Jinghe and Jiang team went out first, and Zhang Xiancheng took the seat: "Does Mr. Rong have anything to consult?"

Rong Li shook his head, took the chair and sat down: "Doctor Zhang, are my cases and files still available?"

Zhang Xiancheng nodded and placed his hands on the table with his hands crossed: "Our consultation room will generally be kept for fifteen years, and yours is still there."

He looked calm and unemotional: "Can I see?"

"of course."

The stories of him and A He in Da Chu are all recorded, including the three things that were not written in the book.

The content of psychotherapy is absolutely confidential, except that Rong Li and the psychologist should follow the rules and should not be known by a third person.

No wonder, Lin Ying Shen did not say for eleven years, because it is too risky, if he believes, she wins, if he does not believe, he may find out, and find out all.

After coming out of Zhang Xiancheng's office, Rong Li gave Huo Changxun a call.

"Lin Yingshen's matter, have you finished the investigation?"

"How can it be so fast." Huo Changxun said, "Her information is very clean. Han Qing should clean it up before marrying into Lin's family. If you want to check it carefully, it will take some time."

Rong Li stopped him temporarily: "Help me check her relationship with Zhang Xiancheng first."

At ten, Rong Li and Xiao Jinghe left in a police car and went to the police station to make a note.

It is ten o'clock now.

"Mystepintoeternity, Isnotwhatitmighthavebeen ..."

Outside the consultation room, the phone rang suddenly, almost at the same time, people on both corners of the corner ran into it, and a stack of books fell everywhere.

"Sorry."

Lin Ying Shen apologized, squatted down to pick up the book.

The other party said, "It's okay."

The man's voice was very gentle, his hand stretched out was white and slender, and there was a bean-sized mole at the tiger's mouth. He helped to pick up a book.

(End of this chapter)