The Second Chapter: How Could Any Deductionist Not Be a Pervert?

"Hey. It's been a long time, my dear captain."

A strange smile tugged at Zhao Mou's lips, and a ghastly white glint flashed across his lenses.

That look was like a perverted doctor who'd just found the perfect corpse to dissect.

That might be a bit of an exaggeration.

But Yu Xing really could feel Zhao Mou's desire to carve him up—he didn't even need a red string to sense it.

The resentment of an overworked office drone had practically become tangible, and it was especially obvious on Zhao Mou.

Zhao Yijiu sat beside the dining table, farthest from the sofa. He didn't look like he was waiting for dinner so much as deliberately choosing the most distant seat to watch in silence, his expression cold.

A few days had passed, and Zhao Yijiu had changed clothes, but the collar around his neck was still there. Its metallic gleam and the glint from Zhao Mou's glasses reflected off each other, equally cold.

By contrast, Zhao Yijiu himself seemed very soft. His clothes were loose, his hair damp, and he had a towel draped over his shoulders. He looked as though he'd just showered and had hurried over as soon as he heard Yu Xing was coming back, then waited until now.

Apart from the fact that his expression was even more tense than usual, and he was visibly unhappy.

Yu Xing was wondering just how unhappy he was when the cushion beside him sank. Another figure sat down right next to him, pressing close.

A slender arm wrapped around Yu Xing's, and a soft warmth leaned against him. The hair on the back of Yu Xing's neck stood on end. He pulled his gaze from Zhao Yijiu and turned to find Qu Xuanqing right beside him.

Qu Xuanqing's naturally upturned