It's freezing rain outside.
Glass was covered with a layer of blurry water mist, making it difficult to see the scene Street clearly.
In the small flower pots placed on the windowsill, several green plants and elegant flowers were planted.
The light inside the house shines on the wooden floor and light yellow wall paint, making it look particularly warm and pure.
Fang Cheng was sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast and drinking Lean Meat Porridge, while looking at the Zhou Family Living Room.
Television The screen is shining and the morning news is playing.
There are also some cute handicrafts on the cabinet.
A family photo hangs on the wall behind.
In the photo, Little Girl, about eight or nine years old, sitting on his father's lap, is particularly eye-catching.
She has two braids, a round face, big eyes, and a timid expression, but she looks very cute.
Looking at Zhou Xiumei and Fang Cheng when they were young, a smile appeared on their lips, and their eyes turned to the kitchen where the sound of pots and pans came from.
Through the frosted Glass door, you can see the still busy figure.
Fang Cheng then put down his chopsticks and shouted inside:
"Xiumei, we don't need that much for breakfast, so stop working and come over and eat together."
"Okay, it'll be ready soon!"
A crisp response followed by a rich aroma of gravy wafted from the kitchen.
After a while, the Glass door opened with a crash.
Zhou Xiumei carefully carried a thermos bucket with both hands and walked out of the kitchen.
Then he placed the thermos bucket on the table, opened the lid, held the ladle with his slender fingers and filled it with a bowl of soup.
After carefully brushing off the foam on the surface, he personally brought it to Fang Cheng.
"This is the Corn and Goji Berry Braised Beef I just cooked. Eat it and see if it suits your appetite?"
Smell the aroma of meat and look at the rich ingredients.
Fang Cheng couldn't help but Index Finger moved, smiled and reached out to take it:
"Thank you. I'm just very hungry. As long as I have meat to eat, I'll be satisfied."
As he spoke, he quickly scooped up a large piece of the stewed Beef, put it into his mouth without ceremony, and devoured it.
It can be seen that this delicious soup has been simmered for more than 2 hours. Beef When you bite into it, the soup is full, soft and delicious.
Side dishes such as carrot cubes, corn cubes and Goji Berries are also completely integrated into the soup, eliminating a little greasiness and adding a fresh and sweet taste.
It can be said that the food is delicious and delicious, not much worse than those restaurant chefs outside.
Watching the male Werewolf devouring his food, completely oblivious, Zhou Xiumei pursed his lips slightly, revealing a heartfelt smile.
"Brother Cheng Eat slowly, I've cooked a big pot, you can take it home later, it can also be used as lunch."
Fang Cheng nodded repeatedly, but his mouth never stopped.
The way he looks now is actually very restrained and gentle.
If it weren't for the fear of scaring other girls, I would have swallowed this big bowl of broth without even chewing it a few times.
The table was full of aroma, and there were several carefully prepared breakfast dishes.
Soft-boiled egg, cold shredded jellyfish, Chicken Meatballs, shredded potato egg burrito, Crystal Siu Mai.
In order to make this sumptuous breakfast, Zhou Xiumei probably spent a lot of energy and time.
At this moment, she just narrowed her eyes slightly, looking happily at the man who was willing to eat the food she cooked.
Sometimes he picks up a pair of chopsticks, picks up some side dishes, and puts them on the plate in front of the other party.
"Brother Cheng, I remember these were your favorite foods when you were a child, right?"
Fang Cheng swallowed the chewed meat and said with a smile:
"Do you still remember it so clearly?"
Zhou Xiumei pursed his lips and smiled, then picked up another Shao Mai with chopsticks and handed it to his mouth affectionately.
"Try it and see how you did this time. Is it better than last time?"
Fang Cheng wanted to refuse.
But he saw Zhou Xiumei's big eyes staring at him for a moment, as if shining with expectation.
So he bit into Shao Mai, chewed it slowly, and commented with a serious expression:
"I now officially admit that your Cooking is indeed a level higher than mine."
Zhou Xiumei heard this, his eyebrows and eyes smiled as curved as a crescent moon, his face seemed to be blown by a spring breeze, and his fair skin was tinged with pink.
The whole person seems to have become much more cheerful and no longer so sentimental.
The drizzle outside the window was hazy and humid, and the house seemed to be filled with soft wind.
The two of them talked briefly and sat at both ends of the dining table, quietly enjoying this ordinary breakfast.
"Xiumei, the soup you made is to my liking."
After drinking the last bit of soup in the bowl, Fang Cheng couldn't help but admire it again. "We can communicate with Cooking when we have time in the future."
"Is it really that delicious?"
Zhou Xiumei saw this and immediately stood up happily. "I'll help you scoop another bowl."
Just as she diligently picked up the bowl and prepared to serve the soup.
Suddenly there was a sound of boots hitting the ground outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, there was a "squeak" and the shaky door was pushed open.
A tall middle-aged man wearing Black Windbreaker walked in and muttered:
"Why is this door broken?"
Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei turned around and saw that Zhou Yongnian was back.
"Dad!"
Zhou Xiumei immediately put down the bowl and shouted in surprise.
Zhou Yongnian also raised his eyes and looked at the two of them with a strange expression:
"Xiumei, A Cheng, what are you doing?"
"We... we..."
Zhou Xiumei opened his mouth and tried to explain something, but he stuttered and didn't know what to say.
Her face was red and hot, right down to her ears, as if a child who had done something wrong had been caught by her parents.
Seeing Zhou Xiumei looking so embarrassed, Fang Cheng was afraid of being misunderstood, so he immediately answered:
"Uncle Zhou, there was a murder downstairs last night. Xiumei heard the noise and mistakenly thought someone had broken into the house, so he called me. I was worried about her safety, so I ran over and kicked the door down. Fortunately, nothing happened in the end Danger..."
Fang Cheng explained the situation clearly in just a few words.
Zhou Yongnian frowned when he heard this, and then he breathed a sigh of relief:
"It's good that nothing happens to you. I rushed home today just for this case."
With that said, he put on his shoes and took off his Trench Coat that was soaked by the rain.
Zhou Xiumei quickly stepped forward to take the clothes, hung them on a hanger nearby, and then said:
"Dad, haven't you eaten yet? I just made breakfast and made soup. You and Brother Cheng can have some together."
Her cheeks were still rosy at this moment, but her expression was much calmer.
Zhou Yongnian nodded, sat down at the table, took a bowl of Beef soup from his daughter, and then immersed himself in eating.
It's just that he was a little absent-minded, as if he was still thinking about the case at hand.
His face also looked extremely haggard, and he obviously stayed up late and worked overtime last night.
Fang Cheng saw this and asked with concern:
"Uncle Zhou, what happened Murder Case in our building, did you find out anything about it?"
Zhou Yongnian took a sip of the hot soup, then exhaled and slowly shook his head:
"This case is not under our jurisdiction, Jiangbei District. It is now handled by Criminal Investigation Team, which is directly under the jurisdiction of the City Police Department."
Fang Cheng heard the meaning of his words and asked curiously:
"Could it be that similar cases have occurred many times in Eastern Capital?"
Zhou Yongnian nodded solemnly:
"As far as I know, this should be the fourth case that has occurred in the city in recent times. The cases are all very similar. Normal people who were originally normal suddenly went crazy and turned into man-eating demons overnight..."
After muttering a few words, he glanced at his daughter sitting next to him and stopped talking.
Fang Cheng thought for a while, carefully weighed his words and said:
"Uncle Zhou, in my opinion, such strange collective cases should have a common Source, or the person in charge behind the scenes."
"Oh."
Hearing this, Zhou Yongnian looked at Fang Cheng with some confusion and asked:
"Did you see the battle between that monster and Masked Man last night?"
Fang Cheng's face remained unchanged and he replied calmly:
"There was a lot of noise last night. Many people in our building should have seen it."
"That's true."
Zhou Yongnian nodded slightly and looked at Fang Cheng's figure, which was obviously much stronger than before.
Then he looked at his daughter, who was just drinking porridge without saying a word, and said:
"Xiumei, A Cheng, please take leave for the next two days and don't go to work for the time being."
Zhou Xiumei raised his head after hearing this and looked at his father in surprise.
"The exit downstairs has been blocked by the police. Residents in the building can only enter but cannot exit."
Zhou Yongnian then explained:
"People from the City Police Department will come over later to conduct a record check, and maybe a specialist from Special Search Team will come to investigate the situation."
Afraid that the two of them would not understand the meaning of Special Search Team, he explained a few words, emphasizing that these people were very powerful and powerful and should not be offended easily.
You Qi specially emphasized his tone and warned Fang Cheng again:
"A Cheng, you should pay more attention to yourself. It is best to stay at my house and be company with Xiumei..."
Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly, then he nodded yes.
After breakfast, I said goodbye to Zhou Yongnian and Zhou Xiumei for the time being and returned home to deal with some things.
Clang.
After closing the door, Fang Cheng quickly walked to Balcony, opened a corner of the curtain, and observed the scene outside through the gap.
The rain was still pouring down, and everything was gray.
There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!
From time to time, pedestrians passed by Street holding umbrellas, or stood on the opposite side, pointing and talking to Sleeve Building.
Downstairs, there were several police cars with flashing lights parked, and several uniformed police officers guarding the corridor gate, seemingly on duty.
"It seems Uncle Zhou is right..."
Fang Cheng observed for a moment, withdrew his gaze and muttered in a low voice:
"Forget it, just stay at home these days and practice your skills."
Since Sleeve Building is blocked, there is just an excuse not to go to Club.
Thinking that I have just been appreciated by the chairman and will soon become the image spokesperson of Club, I should not be slacking off like this.
Fang Cheng could only apologize silently in his heart.
In addition, there was another thing that deserved his careful consideration.
Those are the policemen downstairs.
If it was just ordinary criminal police officers who came to handle the case, there would be nothing to worry about.
However, Special Search Team is different.
Fang Cheng knows that those people have keen senses, and often deal with Supernatural incidents, and have rich relevant experience.
I'm afraid it's easy to see some signs of being different from ordinary people in oneself, thus causing unnecessary trouble.
Just imagine, an ordinary civilian who does not belong to the Noble Clan has enough power to defeat monsters.
Even if there are no signs of madness for the time being, you will definitely be noticed by Special Search Team and Waiguan Acupoint and lose the right to move freely.
Fang Cheng believes that all the secrets told by Smiling Devil are by no means alarmist.
Thinking of this, he immediately turned his attention to the miscellaneous training equipment in the room.
Barbell is quite normal, and it can be explained with his muscular body.
It is best not to expose the specially made Tight Binding Belt and load-bearing iron blocks.
And...
The things under the bed in the bedroom must also be properly stored somewhere.
Although it is not certain whether the police will search the house.
Just in case, you still have to be prepared in advance.
After thinking for a moment, Fang Cheng had an idea.
Half an hour later.
Zhou Yongnian finished breakfast at home, took a short rest, then went out again, and returned to the Police Department's work in the rain.
Hearing the sound coming from the corridor, Fang Cheng held the metal box and travel bag in his hands, then walked out of the door and came to the Zhou Family.
By this time, Criminal Investigation Team from the City Police Department had already arrived.
They are going door to door, asking about what happened last night and taking notes.
Just following the order, Ninth Floor has not been found yet.
"Brother Cheng, what are these?"
Seeing Fang Cheng come in with big and small bags, Zhou Xiumei couldn't help but asked in surprise.
"These are rather special things. I'll hide them here for now so that they won't be an eyesore when the police come later."
Fang Cheng didn't explain much.
Zhou Xiumei suddenly thought of the Pistol, and immediately nodded with understanding.
He immediately took Fang Cheng into his bedroom and hid everything in the innermost closet.
Then use some old clothes to cover it up. As long as you don't search carefully, no one will notice it.
What's more, when facing family members of police officers, those criminal policemen will inevitably relax their vigilance.
No matter how suspicious you are, you can never doubt Zhou Xiumei or Fang Cheng who is staying with her.
Perhaps... this is the purpose of Zhou Yongnian's special instructions to himself.
Fang Cheng's heart was touched, and his eyes fell on the shaky door again.
A deeply sunken footprint is very dazzling.
As if describing something extremely violent that happened last night.
After thinking about it, Fang Cheng simply chose to dismantle the entire door and hide it under Zhou Yongnian's bed.
Finally, there is only one Iron Gate left.
Even if someone notices that the inner door is missing, they can explain that it is broken and waiting for a new door to be installed.
It took more than half an hour to get all prepared.
Several patrol officers who were conducting interrogation and search missions finally came over.
Maybe Zhou Yongnian said hello in advance and they acted more approachable.
One of the young police officers even praised Fang Cheng for being very strong and asked if he usually exercised.
Fang Cheng responded with a simple and honest smile.
Of course, their main questions focused on Murder Case that happened last night and the subsequent bizarre things that everyone witnessed.
Use Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei's answers to compare them with other people's confessions to look for clues that may have been overlooked.
However, Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei have already reconciled their confessions to each other.
After questioning for about five or six minutes and taking notes, several policemen just glanced at the Living Room environment casually and then left.
Knowing that Fang Cheng lives next door, I didn't ask to go to his house to check.
Things went surprisingly smoothly.
Fang Cheng was slightly relieved.
However, the legendary Special Search Team Specialist has not been seen so far.
It was almost noon.
Zhou Xiumei, who was watching the TV series, stood up and started making lunch.
She appeared to be carefree and busy.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng also went into the kitchen to help, showing off his cooking skills and practicing Cooking's skills.
Just as he was frying a dish of diced cucumbers, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor.
Two strangers, a man and a woman, walked in under the leadership of a criminal police officer.
Their eyes passed through Iron Gate and looked at Living Room, whose vision was wide open.
I saw what looked like a couple working in the kitchen.
He immediately withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward without paying too much attention.
In the smokey kitchen.
Fang Cheng seemed to have a calm expression, but his ears quietly pricked up.
Using his Five Senses, which is far superior to ordinary people, he can eavesdrop on the soft conversations of those outside.
When a sentence floats into my ears:
"Wearing White Masked Man..."
Fang Cheng suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
"Sure enough..."