Luo Wenzhou has been a criminal policeman for so many years, but he has never encountered such a "attacking policeman". He was caught off guard and short-circuited on the spot. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and pushed it... and pushed it out in vain.

Fei Du seemed to have expected his reaction in advance, and he let it go at the touch. He retreated a few inches first. There was a small trace of blood wrapped around his eyes, and the corners of his eyes bent out of a small curve, brewing a little smile.

It's not a warm and gentle smile, it's a bit malicious.

It was not until then that Luo Wenzhou tasted the mint candy he left behind - it was not very sweet, but a little cool. He drove straight into the gaps of his lips, scraping his throat, invading his chest, and making a fortune around his clamoring heart.

Fei Du's rhythm was extremely precise, and he did not just pursue it and beat him hard. Ruoli immediately left him a gap of resistance and aftertaste. His eyes seemed to be substantial, and he gently glanced over his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, and he heard Luo Wenzhou's breathing stagnant.

This seemed like a good opportunity to slap his nose. The next moment, Fei Du made a comeback again. He grabbed Luo Wenzhou by the back hand and pressed him on the back of the chair. His straight nose was like a cheetah patrolling the territory. He rubbed the other person's cheek gracefully and calmly, and pried open Officer Luo's lips that were not very determined to resist.

It seemed that a "fast heat" was inserted into the narrow car, and the stagnant airflow became hot without even enough, and Fei Du's breath was covered.

Luo Wenzhou is not a gentleman who is calm and unwilling to sit in his arms. His ups and downs throughout the day seriously consumed his will. Moreover, he had not met a player like Fei Du in the "Kissing Profession Nine-Dan" for many years. The rational soul was still dumbfounded, and his impetuous body was already pulled by a little tenderness in his heart. He couldn't help but cater to it, and drove him up first and then to lift his hand, press the back of Fei Du's neck, and pressed him into his arms.

It was not until then that Fei Du's always cold body slightly recalled his sanity. Luo Wenzhou's remaining reason was finally able to breathe, and he shouted at his ears at the top of his lungs: "What are you going to do!"

Luo Wenzhou's hand that was pressing on Fei Du's neck rushed, and he used his revolutionary will that could withstand the chili water and the tiger bench, and then grabbed Fei Du's neck and lifted him down.

Fei Du fell to the side and sat on the passenger seat, raising his eyebrows with regret. Then he seemed to be unwilling to care and pushed open the car door. As Luo Wenzhou was about to grill him into a skewer, he stretched out his thumb lightly and wiped the corner of his mouth: "The travel fee is settled, can I leave this time, senior brother?"

Luo Wenzhou looked cold and said, "Get down, get out."

His reaction seemed to please Fei Du. The bastard got out of the car calmly, bent down, waved to him through the window: "Go back and turn it slowly. Also, the bruises on your waist are too severe. Do you want to go to the hospital to deal with it? It makes people feel unbearable to touch it."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

A gust of wind came through the car window that he pulled down. Only then did he realize that the hem of his shirt was lifted up by a stinky hooligan named Fei.

"But the abdominal muscles really feel." Fei Duhuo added fuel to the fire and put his comment, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left casually, and walked towards the empty villa.

Luo Wenzhou felt two angry auras rising alternately, and it was really smoke from the seven orifices, and it was impossible to relieve it, and it was almost exploded.

He stared at Fei Du's back through the rearview mirror irritably, and the faint warmth in his heart leaked out again. I don't know if he wanted to strip Fei's clothes or just strip him of skin.

As he stared, Luo Wenzhou suddenly caught Fei Du's straight shirt sleeves automatically in the wind. At first, he thought it was some dark patterns embroidered on the shirt. After a closer look, he found that Fei Du was trembling involuntarily, as if it was very cold, and seemed to have been shocked by electric shock.

Luo Wenzhou frowned, hesitated for a moment, but was worried, so he pushed open the car door and followed.

Maybe it was because they thought that the security in their wealthy area was too good, and Fei Du didn't even close the gate of the courtyard, and the four doors were wide open there. Maybe it was because no one lived there for a long time. I was afraid that weeds were not easy to take care of, Fei Du used stone slabs to fill the courtyard, and no grass grew, and it looked flat and cold.

When Luo Wenzhou chased after him, Fei Du had already taken out the key and opened the door.

Luo Wenzhou: "Oh, I'll tell you..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Mr. Fei, who was still domineering and gangster just now, shaking his whole body. His hand was pressed on the door handle, as if he wanted to hold on, but unexpectedly, the opened door retreated with his force. Fei Du staggered and knelt down directly.

The entrance was covered with cold marble slabs, and the knees hit the surface without buffering. With a muffled sound, Luo Wenzhou felt that his legs were almost lame when he heard the movement, so he hurried over and supported the person.

The abnormal blood color on Fei Du's face seemed to have been exhausted, a little paler than usual, with a slightly cold sweat on his forehead, and his hands and feet trembling as if they were twitching slightly.

"What's wrong?" Luo Wenzhou raised his hand and picked him up, reached out to hold his face, "What's going on? Fei Du, say something to me!"

"Maybe... low... low blood sugar..." Fei Du snorted almost inauspiciously, reached out and held Luo Wenzhou's knees, trying to support him to stand up, but his arms were soft. After struggling for a while, he fell back.

"Hyperglycemia?" Luo Wenzhou heard this incredible explanation and immediately mocked him in anger, "I'm tired of you when I take advantage of me, right? I'm really convinced-"

He said, and with force on his hands, he hugged Fei Du directly.

Fei Du stood up and was quite slender. He could poke him at any time, and his presence was so strong that he could pick him up. However, Luo Wenzhou felt that he was not as difficult as he imagined. He could vaguely bump his bones under the thin layer of skin and flesh. He was obviously a thin physique who was negligent in training.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, it seems reasonable. A young man in his early twenties can break his bones when he hits him casually, and is not as strong as a glasses frame. He must be the kind of person who relies on his youth to spend money everywhere and is in a sub-health state all year round. Fei Du's face is often not very bloody, and sometimes he gets too crazy with his friends and will bring a little obvious deficiency of qi and blood. He is obviously a typical "younger's child with kidney deficiency".

But he also has a cold and tough trait, which always makes people forget that he is a "embroidered pillow" that is not useful.

Luo Wenzhou carried Fei Duping on the sofa, got up and moved his bruised waist: "Don't die first, do you have something to eat?"

Fei Du didn't say anything, and reached out to the kitchen weakly.

Luo Wenzhou walked away two steps, turned back, picked up a blanket on the sofa, threw it at Fei Du, and turned into the kitchen.

The kitchen windows are bright and clean, probably because they are invited to clean them all year round. The pots, pans and pots are basically arranged, and several items have not been labeled. Luo Wenzhou opened several cabinets and found the cabinet for seasonings. He took out a bag of sugar, picked up a bucket of pure water next to him, poured out half a cup of water and melted the sugar.

Just as he was about to bring it to Fei Du for drinks, Luo Wenzhou remembered something again, looked down at the bottle of water that had been opened before, and thought to himself: "How long has this thing been left? It won't expire, right?"

He lowered his head and smelled the water, turned on the production date on the bucket, and suddenly found that it was bought a week ago. Luo Wenzhou was stunned and quietly opened the door of the refrigerator next to him. The refrigerator was a little empty, with a few cans of milk and a small amount of fruit, and the speed food that was not very rich at all was still fresh. It was basically a food reserve for a person to spend the night alone. Did Fei Du happen to come back recently, or did he often come to stay here?

As Luo Wenzhou learned, when Fei Du's mother was not dead, he did not live here forever. He usually stayed in an apartment near the school, and was taken care of by a nanny, and came back once a weekend. Only when he was taking care of his mother's funeral, Fei Du moved back and lived for half a year - his father was always away, and a child lived in a haunted house by himself. He felt so scared when he thought about it, so Tao Ran often came to see him. Until half a year later, Fei Du moved back to the apartment in the city, and the people who cared about him openly and secretly were relieved.

Luo Wenzhou thought it was difficult to sell the house that had never died, so he never sold it. Now it seems...

He looked back thoughtfully at Fei Du lying on the sofa - this house is really haunted. Although it is well-decorated, has excellent lighting, and is cleaned spotlessly, it always makes people feel gloomy and is very suitable for suicide and haunting.

From the beginning of entering the door, Luo Wenzhou vaguely felt something was wrong with the house, but he had been here seven years ago. It was good to find the door now, and he couldn't think of any problem.

He put the sugar water in front of Fei Du. He was originally asking Fei Du to drink it himself, but found that his hands were trembling so that he could hardly hold the cup, so he had to accept his fate and take it over and feed it to him.

Fei Du sighed lightly: "Senior Brother, I will love you so much that I can't help myself."

Luo Wenzhou was numb by his nasal sound, and he said quietly: "Drink quickly, there are so many 'slight words's, I can't choke you to death."

After drinking a glass of sugar water, Fei Du finally had some strength and paralyzed on the sofa like a boneless one: "It's okay, I just dizzy and I was a little exhausted in the hospital. Zhou Huaijin was beside him and didn't care about anything else."

Luo Wenzhou looked at him and suddenly asked, "Do you often live here by yourself?"

Fei Du suddenly opened his eyes. Although his posture did not change, Luo Wenzhou could feel that Fei Du's nerves instantly tense.

"This place is far away from your company, Yangongda, the municipal bureau...even your mentor's house," Luo Wenzhou said slowly, "As far as I know, there are no entertainment places nearby that you, the prodigal sons, often go to - do you come to live in the haunted house all the time?"

"What's the problem?" After Fei Du paused, he showed an impeccable smile at him, "This is my home."

Although his tone was soft, he gave a defensive answer with a needle hidden in the cotton, which made people unable to answer.

Luo Wenzhou was silent for a moment, and wanted to smoke as soon as he thought. His eyes subconsciously searched the ashtray and asked Fei Du: "I can smoke a cigarette..."

As soon as he said halfway, Luo Wenzhou paused, and the eyes of the two of them fell on the ashtray on the coffee table at the same time.

Fei Du reacted and his face suddenly changed.

At the same time, Luo Wenzhou's vague memories and vague intuition finally became clearer - by the way, he remembered it!

Fei Du and his father didn't smoke, and this ashtray was used by his mother during her lifetime.

In order to investigate the cause of her death, Luo Wenzhou ran to Fei's house several times to talk to Fei Du's father. Once, he asked the owner if he could smoke like this day. Fei Du's father, the strong and smart man, pulled out the ceramic fruit plate under the table and handed it to him, claiming that since his wife passed away, he was afraid that he would be hurt, so he cleaned up all the things she used during her lifetime and adjusted the furniture in the house.

He said at the time...

"I moved the position of the TV. It turned out that the piano that was used to be played was also removed. The clothes hanger at the door and the vases of flower arrangements she liked... I couldn't see it, so I moved them all out--I'm sorry, Officer Luo, I don't smoke, after she left, there will be no ashtray at home. You can make do with this."

Luo Wenzhou's eyes suddenly swept across the entire living room, the TV, the piano in the living room, the retro clothes hanger at the door, and even the flower arrangement vase from the entrance to the living room were all moved back to its original position!

The vase is filled with fake flowers that are fake and fake. I don’t know where to customize them. The fake flowers look like they have been put on for too long and should have changed the flowers that they have arrived after receiving the report and saw at the crime scene!

Luo Wenzhou finally understood where the house was strange. It was like a large specimen, and the time was frozen seven years ago.

"I'm a little tired today," Fei Du lifted the blanket on his body and sat down straight, his tone was a little stiff, "I won't treat you anymore, a happy weekend."

Luo Wenzhou was not so easy to pass it away, so he leaned back on the soft sofa: "Oh, I just said I love me so much that I can't help but kiss me, touch me and take advantage of it. Now I will change my face if I say I change my face. Mr. Fei, you'll almost feel like this."

Fei Du's whole body became tense, and Parkinson's hand was less trembling. He calmed down, forced a smile, and said smoothly: "That's okay. If you feel you are at a disadvantage, you can get it back..."
Chapter completed!