Wen Qiao gave her two choices, but unfortunately they were both rejected.
"Qiu Yuchuan is not a simple person. His brother Qiu Yuze is the president of a multinational pharmaceutical company. His power may be able to compete with those people. If you stay with him, your safety will be much improved."
"Absolutely impossible!" Liu Mengwei sternly refused: "It's better to let me fend for myself than stay with that guy!"
"Then let Tycho take you in for a while."
"I'm afraid that even if I am willing to go, he is not willing to accept it." Liu Mengwei smiled bitterly, thinking of Tycho's frightened eyes just now, presumably his behavior just now must have scared him badly: "Otherwise, I'd better find a hotel first. Stay."
"That's fine, but you can't register with your own identity."
"and you……"
"Neither can I!" Wen Qiao interrupted her thoughts rudely: "In a few days, I will give you a false identity."
Liu Mengwei opened his mouth, but he didn't expect that he had such a hand, but the current problem was still unresolved: "What about these two days? Is there any place in your police station that I can lend me to stay for two days?"
"Yes, yes, but how do you explain it to others?"
Liu Mengwei was stunned by his question again. After thinking for a long time, her face wrinkled up, and finally she had no idea: "Then what do you think we should do? Do you want me to sleep on the street?"
Looking at her haggard face, Wen Qiao said nothing, started the car and drove in one direction. In the early morning, there were few cars on the road. After driving for less than ten minutes, the car stopped at an intersection.
"What is this place?" Liu Mengwei asked.
"Where I live." Wen Qiao strode forward without looking back: "I'll pack some things. You stay here for the next few days, and I'll stay in the forensic room."
Liu Mengwei was a little surprised, but now that he was exhausted, he would probably fall asleep as soon as he lay down, and he had no time to pick and choose, so he had to keep up with him. This is a private house with only three floors. There is no elevator, so the two of them can only walk up. Just these short three floors made Liu Mengwei panting from exhaustion.
As soon as the door opened a crack, a big dog's head stuck out from inside. It was the reserve police dog Yu Ling brought back from the anti-drug team. It saw Wen Qiao wagging its tail excitedly and rubbing his head happily. hand. But he was soon attracted by the woman following him. He immediately became alert, walked around her twice, sniffed her clothes, and finally sneezed in disgust.
Liu Mengwei was slightly prepared this time and was not frightened by this huge creature, but she did not dare to get too close to it.
Wen Qiao told her to wait outside for a while, then went back to her room alone. The layout here is very simple, and there seems to be nothing superfluous. Everything seems to be stained by the owner's obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is placed neatly and orderly, unlike the residence of a man living alone. The gray tones made this space seem a bit depressing and deserted. The doors to each room were tightly closed. Liu Mengwei stood alone in the empty living room, feeling inexplicably feeling homeless and having nowhere to go. Loneliness and loneliness.
Wen Qiao took out a few changes of clothes from the closet in the bedroom, and found a new sheet and quilt to spread on the bed. When he packed up and walked out of the room, he was still thinking about a few things to pay attention to, but before he could say anything, Liu Meng had already fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room.
Wen Qiao sighed helplessly, but ultimately did not wake her up. Yu Ling raised its head and looked at him with resentful eyes. Wen Qiao could only pat its head and said softly: "I have to wrong you for one night first."
Yu Ling let out a "whimper" twice as if he was dissatisfied, blew out a puff of air from his nose, then turned around and walked to a blanket at the door, curled up and lay down.
The early morning sunlight filtered in through the glass windows, gradually dispelling the darkness in the room. Liu Mengwei turned over and buried his head in the quilt, trying to avoid the light that disturbed his dream, but once he was awakened by consciousness, it was difficult to regain his composure. She reluctantly opened her eyes, but the moment she opened them, she met a pair of fierce amber eyes. She was so frightened that she suddenly woke up and huddled in the corner of the sofa. Don't dare to move. Seeing her like this, Yu Ling took a step back and made a defensive posture. He roared in his throat and called her twice with great force.
Liu Mengwei hugged the quilt tightly and screamed: "No! Don't come over!"
Wen Qiao, who heard the commotion, walked out of the room. Seeing the confrontation between the man and the dog, he couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart.
When Liu Mengwei saw Wen Qiao, he was like grabbing a life-saving straw: "It... what's wrong with it? It... it's not going to bite anyone!"
"Because you slept in its nest." Wen Qiao showed an imperceptible smile.
"Yes...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know...that's yours..." Liu Mengwei jumped down from the edge of the sofa and hurriedly hid behind Wen Qiao. But he quickly reacted and pinched his arm angrily: "Why did you let me sleep in the doghouse?"
"Are you being unreasonable? You were the one who took Yu Ling's sofa to sleep on without saying anything. How can you blame me?"
Liu Mengwei thought for a moment, and it seemed...that was indeed the case, but then another question came to mind: "Why are you here?"
"Because this seems to be my home." Wen Qiao said matter-of-factly.
"But didn't you say you would stay at the bureau these two days?"
Wen Qiao pointed to a suitcase placed in the corner. The suitcase looked very familiar. Liu Mengwei stepped forward and took a closer look. It was indeed his. She opened the box and found neatly folded clothes inside, including several pieces of her underwear. Liu Mengwei's face turned red and she quickly covered it again.
"You...have been to my house!" Although what she wanted to do most now was to take a bath and change clothes, she still felt a little uncomfortable when a man broke into her private territory without permission and helped her pack her personal clothes.
"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to cause any more trouble." Wen Qiao looked calm as usual, which finally reduced Liu Mengwei's embarrassment. He took out two more things from his pocket, which turned out to be Liu Mengwei's mobile phone and watch. "I will prepare your false identity within a week. During this week, I hope you can help me take care of the rain spirit. Also, you are not allowed to enter my study, and you are not allowed to rummage through my things."
"You think I'm an uneducated person!" Liu Mengwei muttered with some dissatisfaction, taking the phone and watch from his hand. He had just woken up, and he had already done so many things. He went to his home to pack his luggage, and even went to Mickey to get such important things back. How did he do it? This efficiency is unbelievable, and he is still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and his expression is slightly tired. He must have not rested since he came back.
Walking out of the bathroom, Wen Qiao had already left. Only Yu Ling was lying listlessly on the floor of the living room. When he saw her coming out, he silently turned his head aside. Liu Mengwei secretly made a face behind it, not daring to express his anger. Just as he was thinking about where to find something to eat, he turned around and saw a plate of sandwiches and a glass of milk already placed on the dining table.
She stared at the delicate and beautiful sandwich for a while. The milk in the cup was still warm, far from hot to the touch, but after touching the cup, she retracted reflexively. The hand seemed to be in disbelief at the ordinary thing in front of him.
In the more than twenty years she could remember, sleep had never been something worth looking forward to, let alone being reminded of. She was born and raised in a laboratory, and she has to accumulate data for experiments even in her dreams. She had experienced the endless horror of falling from heaven to hell countless times. If she was born in hell, the diminishing marginal effect would allow people to gradually adapt to this pain, but what they wanted to do was never make her dull and numb. Instead, she must remain highly sensitive and stimulate, perceive, feedback, and record over and over again until she can gradually control the direction of her subconscious and make herself less painful. Controlling yourself is only the first step. What is more important is to master the ability to control others. So she had to go through the painful torture all over again.
They taught her how to hunt, and they became the first people she hunted. For this reason, she once laughed at them for actually handing her the key to the cage door so that she could escape. But now it seems that they have never loosened the rope, they just added an extension cord to give people a ridiculous illusion of freedom. In fact, she has been trapped in that nightmare until Just now - just now her hand touched the warm milk glass and smelled the fragrant sandwich. An extremely ordinary and everyday little thing, but it was something she had never experienced before. At that moment, she entered the world surrounded by fireworks. It was neither heaven nor hell, but the extremely real world.
She happily walked around the room a few times carrying the plate, then sat back on Yu Ling's sofa, deliberately provoking: "Your master left breakfast for me, did he prepare breakfast for you? Humph! Bad dogs don’t get breakfast!”
After saying that, she laughed, laughing more joyfully and wildly than ever before.
Yu Ling raised her head in confusion, and finally took a serious look at her, but the look of helplessness and disgust at seeing a fool in her eyes remained unchanged.
Liu Meng wrinkled his nose slightly and said angrily: "You bad dog, you are as boring as your master. Come over here and let me pet you, and I will give you half of it, how about it?"
Wen Qiao, who had returned to the police station, suddenly remembered something. He had installed a camera in the living room and had to remind Liu Mengwei to turn it off. But he didn't open the dial-up interface or the communication software. Instead, he accidentally opened the surveillance video that was automatically uploaded to the cloud, and then he saw the scene just now.
Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment, not expecting to see such a scene. After a long time, he murmured three words: "Childish ghost.".
Liu Mengwei sat back at the dining table. Just as she was about to start, her cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. She hesitated for a moment and finally pressed the answer button.
An urgent and anxious cry came from the other end of the receiver: "Teacher, help me!"
