"There is a small case at Qingmei University. I plan to ask you and Xiao Han to go and take a look."
Li Mu spoke as if he were talking about everyday things.
"etc……"
Meng Fei quickly interrupted him.
"You mean now? Not only is it night, but we are also on vacation, right?"
According to the plan made by Mo Sheng, they should not return to Wutong City until tomorrow morning. So I should still be enjoying my vacation right now.
And they just had a major catastrophic incident where two of their members were injured and one died (Mo Sheng). The one who was seriously injured was his wife.
"Oh, it's a small case. Go and help me take a look. You can come back soon."
“Shouldn’t the Criminal Investigation Bureau be contacted for the case that occurred at Qingmei University?
“Even if it’s a case related to supernatural powers, the Bureau of Supernatural Powers is responsible.
"Li Huo must be working overtime now."
Li Huo is indeed an overtime maniac, and no one in the entire Moon Hall can match him. Meng Fei, on the other hand, almost never works overtime.
"You didn't go to him but came to me?
"My wife is still lying on the hospital bed and can't move!"
"Why……"
Li Mu made a constipated sound.
“The deceased was an insider directly under our ministry, so it is not convenient for too many people to know, especially those from the local bureau.
"You don't need to know much about this. Anyway, the local investigation department cannot get involved in this matter. We can only use investigators from the direct ministry, and that's you."
"Sorry."
Meng Fei didn't care whether he was an insider or not, he flatly refused.
"My wife is hospitalized and I plan to take two weeks off to take care of her."
But he didn't expect Lao Li's conversation to change:
"Oh, then give Director Ai the phone and I'll have a word with her."
"..."
After a while, Meng Fei had to prepare to leave.
For Meng Fei, work matters, even if the sky falls, are not as important as his wife. Anyway, I (my wife) have money, and I don’t rely on your salary for a living!
But to Ai Ting, what does this injury mean? If it weren't for the need to conserve negative entropy and avoid chaos, she would be able to jump up and hunt down the criminal in a second.
As a staff member of the country, it is only natural to respond to the call of the country and the people at any time. Even if you go through fire and water, you have to do whatever it takes. Why do you talk about working overtime and asking for leave?
What's more, this is just investigating a likely suicide case, not going to die.
"Go, go, just be safe, I'm fine!"
Under the order of his wife, who seemed to be righteous enough to kill his relatives, Meng Fei could only go out and leave.
"Teacher Zhu, I leave my wife to you."
Before leaving, he specifically told Suzaku and pointed to the dinner plate placed on the bedside table.
Watching Meng Fei leave and close the door, Suzaku felt a long growl in his stomach, and a look of extreme frustration flashed across his face that had been smiling slightly.
You bring food to your wife, but there is no food for me. I can’t bear it.
You two feed each other warmly and show your affection, while I am hungry on the other side. I can't bear it anymore.
Yet you still treat me like a servant, especially if you want me to feed your wife!
But what can be done?
I have been my best friend for thousands of years, and my divine attendant for thousands of years. Gods serve God, aren’t they the ones who serve that one like crazy?
"No, you can rest. I'm full."
Ai Ting felt a little panicked when she saw Suzaku, who was still lying on the bed just now, getting up to take her plate.
While Suzaku picked up the spoon and fed Ai Ting skillfully, he smiled softly and said, "It's delicious, so you recover quickly."
This sentence hit Ai Ting where it hurts. Now she wished she could get better immediately and then run out to investigate the case with Meng Fei.
After a while, the plate was empty.
"Sister Zhu, I'm really troubling you. By the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"
Ai Ting looked very sorry.
"No trouble, no trouble.
"Hasn't it been like this for thousands of years?"
"For thousands of years?"
"Just kidding."
While Zhuque was dealing with Ai Ting, he was cursing Meng Fei in his heart.
What about the Akawu cuisine that was promised to be delivered 200 meters away? Why is there not even a shadow? She wanted to call Mi Tuan customer service to urge her, but it was Meng Fei who placed the order, not her.
"Do I have a Stockholm complex?"
Deep down, she kept questioning herself.
…
On winter nights, due to the sparse flow of people due to the virus epidemic, some desolate streets have dim street lights under the bare sycamore branches.
A white Corolla parked in front of the hospital. Just when Meng Fei walked out of the hospital gate, the car headlights flashed twice.
Attracted by the flash of light, Meng Fei looked over and saw Xiao Han waving her hand at him through the car window.
He walked over and opened the door, and got into the passenger seat.
Xiao Han, who was holding the steering wheel, wore a brown and black short coat. The collar of the coat revealed the high round collar of a soft beige velvet coat.
Her hair was tied back into a simple ponytail, leaving only a few strands of light ink-like hair covering her smooth forehead.
The street lights outside the car cast shadows from the trees, casting a soft light on her face. Her gaze was a little gloomy and her eyes were red.
"How are Sister Ai and Teacher Zhu doing?"
"It's okay, especially Teacher Zhu."
Meng Fei put his feet in front of him and leaned his head on the back of the chair, thinking that there was nothing wrong with Suzaku at all, okay?
"It's fine. It's a pity that I can't visit now."
Xiao Han drove the car carefully and said with regret.
One of her close colleagues who worked together every day was killed and two were injured, especially Mo Sheng, who was her best friend in Moon Hall. This was a heavy blow to her.
She was obviously suppressing her inner sadness.
"What case is it?"
Meng Fei felt her discomfort and decided to immediately change the topic to divert her attention, and deliberately started asking about the case.
Xiao Han wiped his slightly blurred eyes and replied:
"He was a graduate student at Qingmei University. He died in the dormitory. It seemed like he committed suicide."
"Graduate student? Girl?"
Meng Fei looked at Xiao Han, and the first thing he thought of was a depressed college girl trapped in love.
"No. It's a boy."
"Boys?"
Scratching his head, Meng Fei thought of the boys who failed the exam, failed the retest because they were addicted to online games, or were too busy doing chores for their tutors to submit papers and fail to graduate.
"Is that because I can't graduate?"
"no."
Xiao Han shook his head.
"He is a very outstanding boy who has a great influence in the industry at a young age and has already received the opportunity to further his studies abroad."
"..."
When Xiao Han said these words, Meng Fei felt jealous. Because his college years in his previous life were simply wasted years, and he was always struggling to pass the test.
After graduating from my undergraduate degree, I just went to work. Not to mention going abroad, I didn't even have the opportunity to pursue a postgraduate degree.
"So, what does this man's suicide have to do with us? Why should we investigate?"
Meng Fei asked a little unhappily.
"Because the deceased was a person with supernatural powers."
Xiao Han is also trying to use work to relieve his inner sadness.
"And he is a special ability person that the ministry focuses on cultivating."
