Chapter 76 Macbeth (17)

Luo Wenzhou had been a criminal policeman for so many years, and he had never encountered such an "assault on a policeman".

Fei Du seemed to have anticipated his reaction in advance, and he released it when he touched it. He stepped back a few inches. There was a little bloodshot in his eyeballs, and the corners of his eyes were subtly curved in a small arc, brewing a little bit. smile.

Not some warm, genial smile, a little ill-intentioned.

It wasn't until then that Luo Wenzhou tasted the mint candy he left behind—not very sweet, but a little cool, and drove straight along the fèng gap of his lips, scratching his throat, all the way to his chest, surrounded by loud noises. The heart reigns supreme.

Fei Du's rhythm was extremely precise, and he didn't just chase after him. Ruo Li immediately left him a space for resistance and aftertaste. His eyes were real, and he lightly skipped his eyebrows, nose, and mouth. , keenly heard Luo Wenzhou's breathing stagnate.

This seemed to be a good time to push his nose on his face. The next moment, Fei Du made a comeback again, clasping Luo Wenzhou's hand and dragging him with his backhand, pressing it against the back of the chair. The straight tip of his nose was like a cheetah patrolling its territory, elegant and not panicking. Carefully rubbing against the other's cheek, he deftly pried open Police Officer Luo's lip that was not very determined to resist.

The cramped car seemed to be "hot quickly" out of thin air. The stagnant air flow quickly heated up, and Fei Du's breath enveloped him.

Luo Wenzhou wasn't some decent gentleman who could sit still, and the ups and downs of the whole day had severely drained his will, not to mention that he hadn't met a "kissing professional ninth dan" contestant like Fei Du for many years. The sensible soul still had a dumbfounded expression, and the impetuous body was already drawn by the tenderness in his heart, and he couldn't help but cater to him. He was forced to raise his hand first and then press down on the back of Fei Du's neck. To squeeze him into his arms.

It was only then that Fei Du's always cold body regained a little bit of his sanity, and Luo Wenzhou's remaining sanity was finally able to catch his breath, and shouted hoarsely into his ears, "What the hell do you want! "

Luo Wenzhou's hand pressed against the back of Fei Du's neck jumped with blue veins, and with the revolutionary will enough to resist the chilli water and the tiger bench, he grabbed Fei Du by the back of the neck and lifted him off.

Fei Du slumped and sat in the passenger seat, raised his eyebrows regretfully, and then he didn't seem to care, he pushed open the car door very smoothly, under the gaze of Luo Wenzhou who was about to bake him into a ròu skewer, he said lightly. He stretched out his thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth: "The toll is settled, can I go this time, brother?"

Luo Wenzhou's face was cold: "Get off, get off."

His reaction seemed to please Fei Du, and the bastard got out of the car calmly, bent down, and waved at him through the car window: "Go back and drive slowly, and the bruises on your waist are too severe. , do you want to go to the hospital for treatment? I can't bear to touch it."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

There was a gust of wind through the pulled down car window, and he realized that the hem of his shirt had been lifted up by the stinky hooligan named Fei at some point.

"But the abdominal muscles really feel very good." Fei Du put down this comment on fire, with his hands in his pockets, turned and left in a dashing manner, and walked towards the empty villa.

There were two anger in Luo Wenzhou's heart, which were actually rising from the seven orifices.

He stared at Fei Du's back irritably through the rear-view mirror, the vague warmth in his heart leaked again, and he didn't know whether he wanted to peel off Fei's clothes, or if he wanted to peel off his skin.

Staring and staring, Luo Wenzhou suddenly inadvertently caught a glimpse of Fei Du's straight shirt sleeves moving without wind. At first he thought it was some dark pattern embroidered on the shirt to reflect light, but after taking a closer look, he found that Fei Du himself was involuntarily Shivering, as if it was extremely cold, and as if she had been electrocuted.

Luo Wenzhou frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally worried, opened the car door and followed.

Maybe it’s because they think the security in the rich area is too good. Fei Du didn’t even close the courtyard door, and the four doors were wide open there. Maybe it was because no one lived there for a long time. The slate fills the yard, and it looks flat and indifferent.

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

Luo Wenzhou: "Hey, I said you..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Mr. Fei, who was still arrogant and domineering just now, shake his whole body. His hand was on the doorknob, as if he wanted to hold it. Unexpectedly, the opened door retreated with his strength. Du staggered and knelt down directly.

The porch was covered with an icy marble slab, and his knees slammed against it without any buffering. There was a muffled sound of "tong", and Luo Wenzhou felt that his legs were about to lame just hearing the movement, so he hurried over to support him.

The abnormal blood color on Fei Du's face seemed to be exhausted, and he was a little paler than usual. There was a slight cold sweat on his forehead, and his hands and feet trembled as if he couldn't stop.

"What's the matter?" Luo Wenzhou raised his hand and hugged him, reaching out to cover his face, "What's the matter? Fei Du, have a word with me!"

"It might be...low...low blood sugar..." Fei Du snorted inaudibly, reached out and grabbed Luo Wenzhou's knee, trying to stand up, but his arm was soft, he struggled and fell back.

"Low blood sugar?" Hearing this bizarre explanation, Luo Wenzhou immediately taunted, "You're tired when you take advantage of me, aren't you? I'm really convinced—"

As he said that, with the strength of both hands, he directly hugged Fei Du.

Fei Du stood up and was quite slender, and wherever he poked, he had a strong sense of presence. This would pick him up, but Luo Wenzhou felt that it was not as difficult as he imagined, and the thin layer of skin ròu faintly Being able to knock against bones is obviously the kind of lean physique that lacks exercise.

In fact, it seems reasonable to think about it carefully. A young man in his early twenties can crack his bones with a random bump, but it is not as strong as the frame of his glasses. He must be the kind of person who spends all his time and is in a sub-healthy state all year round. Fei Du's face was often pale, and sometimes he fooled around too crazy with his friends, and he also had a little obvious lack of qi and blood. He was obviously a typical "kidney-deficiency son".

But there is something cold and hard about him that always makes people forget that he is an "embroidered pillow" that doesn't look good.

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

Fei Du didn't say a word, and weakly stretched out his hand and pointed to the kitchen.

Luo Wenzhou took two steps away, then turned around again, picked up a blanket from the sofa, threw it on Fei Du, and turned around and went into the kitchen.

The kitchen window was bright and clean, probably because someone was hired to clean it all the year round. The pots and pans were basically decorations, and the labels of several items had not been removed. Luo Wenzhou opened a few cabinets, found the cupboard for seasonings, and took out a bag of sugar. He picked up a bucket of pure water next to him and poured out half a glass of water to melt the sugar.

Just as he was about to bring it to Fei Du to drink, Luo Wenzhou remembered something again. He lowered his head and glanced at the bottled water that had been opened before, thinking, "How long has this thing been in, it won't expire?"

He lowered his head and smelled the water, then flipped open the production date on the bucket. Suddenly he realized that it was bought a week ago. Luo Wenzhou was taken aback for a moment, and then quietly opened the door of the refrigerator next to him. The refrigerator was a bit empty, there were a few jars of milk and a small amount of fruit, and some fast food that wasn't too rich was still fresh. It was basically a stockpile of food for a person to stay overnight here—Did Fei Du happen to have just come back recently, or did he come here often Stay for a while?

As far as Luo Wenzhou knew, when Fei Du wasn't fucking dead, he didn't live here all the time. He usually stayed in the apartment near the school and was taken care of by a nanny, who came back every weekend. It was only when he was taking care of his mother's funeral that Fei Du moved back and lived there for half a year—his father was always absent, and a child lived in a haunted house by himself. Thinking about it, he felt terrified, so Tao Ran would come to see him frequently until half a year later. Fei Du moved back to his apartment in the city, and those who cared about him secretly and openly were a little relieved.

Luo Wenzhou thought it was hard to sell a house that had died, but he never sold it, and now it seems...

He looked back thoughtfully and glanced at Fei Du lying on the sofa—this house really had the temperament of a haunted house. Although it was well-decorated, well-lit, and cleaned up spotlessly, it always made people feel that it was sultry and very suitable. Suicide and haunting.

From the moment Luo Wenzhou entered the door, he vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the house, but after all, he had been here seven years ago, and it was not bad that he could find the door now, and he couldn't think of any problem at the moment.

He put the sugar water in front of Fei Du. Originally, he wanted Fei Du to drink it himself, but he found that his hands were shaking so hard that he could barely hold the cup, so he had to grab it and feed it to him.

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

Luo Wenzhou's scalp was tingling with his nasal voice, and he said calmly, "Hurry up and drink it, there are so many 'words', you won't be choked to death."

After drinking a glass of sugar water, Fei Du finally gained some strength, and slumped onto the sofa as if he had no bones: "It's nothing, I just fainted from blood and vomited out in the hospital. Zhou Huaijin was by the side and didn't care about other things. ."

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

Fei Du opened his eyes abruptly. Although his posture had not changed, Luo Wenzhou could feel that Fei Du's nerves instantly tightened.

"This place is far from your company, the University of Yan, the Municipal Bureau...even your tutor's house," Luo Wenzhou said slowly, "As far as I know, there are no entertainment venues that you prodigals often go to— —You came all the way to live in a haunted house with nothing to do?"

"What's the problem?" Fei Du gave him an impeccable smile after a pause, "This is my home."

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

Luo Wenzhou was silent for a moment. He wanted to smoke as soon as he thought about it. His eyes subconsciously searched for the ashtray, while he asked Fei Du: "I'll have a cigarette..."

Halfway through his words, Luo Wenzhou paused, and their eyes fell on the ashtray on the coffee table at the same time.

Fei Du reacted, and his expression changed suddenly.

At the same time, Luo Wenzhou's vague memories and vague intuitions finally came together, and it became clear—by the way, he remembered it!

Neither Fei Du nor his father smoked, and this ashtray was used by his mother during her lifetime.

Back then, in order to investigate the cause of her death, Luo Wenzhou went to Fei's house several times to talk to Fei Du's father. Once, just like this day, he asked his master if he could smoke. The man took out the ceramic fruit bowl under the table and handed it to him, claiming that since his wife passed away, he was afraid that he would be hurt by the scene, so he cleaned up all the things she used before, and adjusted the furniture in the house. .

He said at the time...

"I moved the position of the TV, and the piano that used to be here was also moved, the clothes hanger at the door, the vases of cha flowers she liked... I couldn't even see them, so I moved them all out - I'm sorry Officer Luo, I don't smoke, after she leaves, there will be no ashtray at home, you can make do with it."

Luo Wenzhou's gaze swept across the entire living room. The TV, the piano in the living room, the retro clothes hanger at the door, and even the cha flower vase from the entrance to the living room were all moved back to their original positions!

The flowers in the vase are fake flowers that can be changed from fake to real. don't know where they are made. The fake flowers look like flowers that have been placed for too long and should be replaced. found that the cha flower saw at the scene was exactly the same!

Luo Wenzhou finally understood what was so weird about this house. It was like a large specimen, and the time was fixed seven years ago—

"I'm a little tired today," Fei Du lifted the blanket on his body and sat upright, his tone a little stiff and ordered to evict guests, "I won't entertain you, have a nice weekend."

Luo Wenzhou didn't get rid of it so easily, he leaned back on the soft sofa back: "Yo, just now I said that I loved me too much, kissing, touching and taking advantage of it, now if you change your face, you will change your face, Mr. Fei, you That kind of makes sense.”

Fei Du's whole body tensed up, but his Parkinson-like hands didn't tremble so much. He calmed down, smiled reluctantly, and said slyly, "That's okay, if you feel that you have suffered a loss, you can get it back..."

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Wenzhou was already laughing at him, leaning over and grabbing Fei Du's collar, dragging him up and down to the corner of the sofa: "I'm so used to your troubles—I really think I Afraid to do something to you?"