"Have you informed anyone else?" Ye Zhao asked suddenly looking at the TV.

"Hey! Don't mention it!" Luo Xiaochen waved his hand with a helpless look on his face, "I sent a notice that there might be fog today and tomorrow in several places on the Weibo forum early in the morning. The number of retweets is quite considerable. But after about a few hours, all of them were deleted by qiáng system, saying that I spread false news to cause panic! In serious cases, it would involve the crime of deliberately spreading false terrorist news! Then I could not log in. Nima, I really I want to slap those people's ears!"

He picked up the cup and glass jug on the coffee table, poured a glass of water, took a big sip, and complained after thinking about it: "I've changed so many numbers, damn it! It would be great if my number was not blocked, at least You can know that the news I posted several times is true! But so are those people, their IQs have been eaten up by dogs! Can't they check IP?"

"There are too many people who don't want to mess around on the Internet, lest there be too many people in the world without chaos." Ye Zhao said, "It's fine if you notify me. Those who see it will pay more attention. I also told Zhiming. , he should also find a way to notify as many people as possible."

"Hey, Xia Zhiming is probably quite helpless. He can't talk nonsense with his identity and job."

"Um."

Ye Zhaoyi was silent for a while on the sofa, then glanced sideways at the study.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaochen hesitated and said, "Ye Zhao, speaking from the bottom of my heart, I have always felt that there must be some reason for Nie Renyan's sudden departure, and there might be some misunderstanding here! Think about it, he is all male or female. An imaginary rival in love, for fear that someone will kidnap you and take you away, I can't wait to take you wherever you go in your pocket, how could you just run away without saying hello."

"Yeah." Ye Zhao responded lightly, and after a while, like a qiáng, he said again, "I know."

"Eh?" Luo Xiaochen's eyes widened, "You know? Then why do you seem to be in a very irritable mood?"

Ye Zhao didn't answer.

After a long time, he raised his right hand and tapped his forehead twice, "It's understandable here." He tapped his left chest again, "Not here."

His tone has always been light, as light as if he was talking about topics like "Is it cold today" without any emotion. But Luo Xiaochen knew that it was really rare for Ye Zhao to express his feelings so frankly.

The voice fell, and the two became quiet.

Indeed, emotions cannot be called emotions if they can be controlled solely by reason.

A few years of blankness and estrangement can turn familiarity into unfamiliarity, ease into embarrassment, and let chatting all day turn into greetings without knowing where to start.

All of this is not a simple "misunderstanding" to return to the original point.

After a long time, Luo Xiaochen said hesitantly, "Then—"

Who knew that as soon as he said a word, he was interrupted by Ye Zhao waving his hand.

His expression has returned to his usual appearance, his indifference reveals the arrogance in his bones, and he said in a low and calm voice: "So, when he wakes up, I will give him a chance to explain - until I am satisfied. ."

"..."

Seeing Ye Zhao get up and pick up the ingredients on the dining room table and walk to the kitchen, Luo Xiaochen glanced at the study, and for some reason suddenly felt the urge to mourn for Nie Renyan.

Satisfy Lord Shake S Ye——

Brother, do it yourself!

Every Qingming New Year's Eve, I will remember to burn a stack of huáng paper for you.

☆、Chapter5

At 8:32 that night, the office of the special criminal group on the second floor of the J Provincial Public Security Department was filled with smoke.

Xia Zhiming sat on the swivel chair behind the desk with his brows furrowed, a cigarette in one hand, and rhythmically tapping on the wooden tabletop with the other, his eyes staring at the thinly wafting smoke. There were dozens of people sitting or leaning on the side of the small conference table. They were fully armed and wearing uniform black protective clothing, and most of them looked dignified with cigarettes in their mouths.

Sitting cross-legged on a chair, a short-haired man with a baby face took the cigarette between his pouted upper lip and nose, and said, "Boss, we'll be invited here tonight, it won't be like that. Can you spend the night smoking?"

"Tsk!" Xia Zhiming stopped his tapping fingers and said impatiently, "What are you in a hurry kid?!"

The baby-faced stared, leaned forward and pointed to the wall clock on the wall: "What time is it! In the past few emergency operations, it's not bad that the starting team can last for two hours! Besides, you are not in a hurry.What? You're not in a hurry to knock on any table."

Knocking on the table when he was impatient was an unconscious habit of Xia Zhiming, which was thoroughly understood by these bastards.Xia Zhiming glared, and the baby face shrank his neck back.

"It sounds a little wrong, boss..." A person next to him put out the cigarette, threw it into an ashtray full of cigarette butts, and nodded in agreement, "It stands to reason that it's time to change shifts."

Many people agreed.