txolops Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Mu Chen was stunned, still holding on to the tree without moving.
Xing Wen felt vaguely awkward after maintaining this posture for a long time, and said displeasedly, "Hurry up if you want to get down, do you still want me to lie down and be your cushion?"
"No." Mu Chen smiled, "I thought you hated me."
Xing Wen was noncommittal, and when he got impatient and wanted to take his hand back, Mu Chen let go and jumped down——
"Hey, don't you say it in advance!" Xing Wen almost fell backwards, and he caught up naturally in a panic.
Just passing around the opponent's waist, Mu Chen's arms were barely hanging on Xing Wen's shoulders, and he stabilized without tightening.
However, their bodies are still close. The last time this was the first day they entered this world, the two kissed each other inexplicably.
Mu Chen seemed to have a pleasant sweet smell, I don't know if it was the pudding just now or something.
Xing Wen quickly let go, turned around and picked up the camera and said, "Let's go, the scene is over, please be a model later."
Mu Chen didn't respond, the portrait was in a trance, standing still, with his bare arms hanging down.
"Come on, are you scared stupid?" Xing Wen turned his head, straightened the camera and took a picture of Mu Chen.
The moment Mu Chen pressed the shutter, he seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and turned his face to compare scissors hands.
"You are so stupid." Xing Wen glanced at the photo he had taken, "You might as well go over there and grab a leaf scissors leg and take a photo..."
"Crazy!" Mu Chen suddenly laughed uncontrollably, "Then why not lift a silk scarf over your head."
The weird atmosphere just now returned to normal. Xing Wen asked him to walk around casually, without deliberately posing, and took random photos by himself.
By the time the camera had more than fifty new photos, the woods was already a scene of sunset.
The convertible drove slowly in the orange twilight this time, and when we returned to the studio, the sky was already dark, and the sky was full of stars.
Xing Wen got out of the car first, and Mu Chen wanted to lock the hood this time, so he fell behind a lot.
Far away, Xing Wen suddenly saw a figure behind the bamboo in the studio.
He has a strong figure, and he is holding a hammer high in his hand at this moment, making a gesture to smash it into the French window——
"Hello!" Xing Wen yelled.
The figure shook for a while, and Xing Wen rushed over, but the other party's glass was not smashed, so he fled desperately with a hammer.
"Don't hand over the things quickly! Your family is a dead end!" the other party yelled.
Xing Wen: "......???"
What is this playing?Debt-collecting idiot quack drama?
The other party ran like an athlete with a hammer in hand, facing Mu Chen who got out of the locked car head-on.
Xing Wen: "Stop him!"
After calling Xing Wen, he quickly realized that something was wrong, and quickly changed his words: "Get out of the way!"
The strong man seemed to be mentally abnormal, he howled and rushed up holding the hammer. Xing Wen had nothing at hand, and Mu Chen hadn't had time to move yet.
Time seemed to freeze, Mu Chen sideways dodged, the hammer in the man's hand fell, but suddenly deviated from an angle——
"Ah!!!" the man roared in pain.
A second ago, the shot thrown by Xing Wen hit him hard on the right shoulder.
Tens of thousands of shots shattered like this, the man let go of the hammer, and ran away howling.
Mu Chen immediately got into the convertible, and the car hummed and roared.
"Don't chase." Xing Wen shouted, the hood stopped in time, Xing Wenxiang heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "I remember the face, the fingerprint is on the hammer handle."
At 08:30 in the evening, on the empty platform on the second floor of the studio, Tom Yum Kung noodles were steaming upwards, smoking.
Tang Yao buried his head and took a long mouthful, and stuffed the soaked noodles in the box into his mouth at once.
Sitting opposite Xing Wen and Mu Chen tried their best to hide their shock, watching Tang Yao hold up the sixth empty box, ready to drink MSG soup.
"Forget it," Xing Wen raised his hand to stop, "It's not nutritious to drink."
Tang Yao just gave up, put down the instant noodle box regretfully, and touched the portrait painted by Xing Wen.
"Investigate the case, investigate the case, I haven't eaten for three days." Tang Yao looked miserable, "I will also investigate the investigation by the bureau next door. I won't receive the credit for this. Let them continue to investigate all night."
"What did you check?" Mu Chen asked.
"My brother-in-law wants to know?" Tang Yao touched his nose, "I can't tell you about the big case, and I just pulled out some threads..."
Mu Chen fell into deep thought, Xing Wen held the hammer head and slipped the hammer onto the table: "I'm sorry to increase your workload, but this matter may be related to the previous spoof text messages."
There was also the incident of the Muchen paper mill being ambushed earlier, which was not taken seriously at the time, but now that they think about it, they may all be related to each other, and the person who did these things may be the same person.
"That person said just now, let us hand over things." Xing Wen said, "It's similar to the statement in the text message that 'knowing everything is a mortal sin'."
"Don't you know what you shouldn't know?" Tang Yao looked serious.
Mu Chen looked at Xing Wen with questioning eyes, and Xing Wen spread his hands.
"Think carefully." Mu Chen said.
Xing Wen was stunned for a moment, and said clearly: "No."
Mu Chen touched the portrait painted by Xing Wen and looked at it carefully, looking for something similar to a tattoo.
However, because it is winter, the cuffs of the people painted by Xing Wen have already covered their wrists, so they can't see anything.
"This man just now," Mu Chen rolled up his sleeves, revealing the white inside of his wrist, "Does this place have any tattoos?"
"I don't know." Xing Wen thought about it for a while before saying, "His windbreaker is tied to the cuffs, and he can't see it when he raises the hammer...Why do you ask this?"
"Nothing." Mu Chen said.
He actually passed out with a fever that day, and now he's not sure if he saw what looked like a tattoo on the wrist of his stalker.
He would have had Xing Wen's memory.
"I'll bring the painting and hammer back to the bureau, and I'll contact you immediately if I find out anything." Tang Yao put the hammer and painting into evidence bags respectively, and got up, "You should pay more attention these days, and contact me immediately if you have any problems. "
"Thank you." Xing Wen nodded.
Early the next morning, Yue Hengjie, chief planner of Barcelona Magazine, came to visit with the contract.
Yue Hengjie is a kind-faced person, with his hair combed back and a small braid and a mustache, he really looks like someone who runs a fashion magazine.
"Dahei!" Yue Hengjie came up with a hug, followed by... Yuan Qi.
"Teacher Xing, we meet again." Yuan Qi didn't hug him, and stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, "It's really nice to see you again!"
"Ah, let me introduce, this is the head of the full-time photography team of Barcelona, Yuan Qi... do you know each other?" Yue Hengjie said.
Xing Wen: "..."
What kind of photography rookie is this?
Mu Chen knocked on the door of the study twice, and brought in coffee and pudding just bought online in a very "virtuous" way.
"Xiaobai!" Yue Hengjie beckoned, Mu Chen nodded, and was obviously stunned when his eyes turned to Yuan Qi.
"Hello, Teacher Bai." Yuan Qi stretched out his hand enthusiastically, "We have worked together before, you must remember me?"
"My surname is Mu." Mu Chen shook hands with him coldly.
Yuan Qi brought up the contract, and Xing Wen had been working under Mu Chen for a long time, so he flipped through it habitually, and signed after scanning it without any problem.
"Happy cooperation!" Yue Hengjie wanted to hug him again.
Xing Wen stepped aside silently, and only shook hands: "It's a happy cooperation."
"Mr. Xing, come on, I look forward to your photography work!" Yuan Qi said cheerfully.
Xing Wen sent him away with an embarrassing face, and Mu Chen lazily followed to the door, holding the pudding that no one had eaten just now.
According to the agreement, he gave Xing Wen half points and kept two.
"That Yuan Qi is gay." Mu Chen ate one before opening his mouth, leaning on the back of the sofa.
Xing Wen turned his head and frowned.
"You happen to be the type he likes." Mu Chen continued.
The author has something to say: Although Yuan Qi is not a rival in love, guess how the fox knew that Yuan Qi was interested in Xing Wen~
Or does anyone guess the plot? Dreams are a reflection of the real world, so what exactly does Xing Wen know? QAQ