After I tasted a sip of tea, I accepted this question.

indeed.

The tea is not water, but has a strong smell of blood.

When you taste it in your mouth, it feels like a vampire drinking a sip of fresh blood, and the cells in your body are about to explode.

But strangely, the smell of blood echoed in my mouth, and I actually felt a little sweet.

Not only is he not rejected, he is also obsessed with this taste.

Xiao Hao asked me: "Do you like it? This mouthful of bloody smell."

"I don't like it, but I can't refuse!"

I answered truthfully.

Xiao Hao nodded: "Does this feel like you are taking drugs? I know it's harmful, but you can't get rid of it because you're addicted!"

"No, I don't take drugs."

I said flatly, Xiao Hao laughed: "If you don't take drugs, there will always be online love. When you meet a girl who is very close to you on the Internet, you can't extricate yourself from being obsessed with others. That feeling is not much different from taking drugs."

I was silent.

Some people say that the Internet is a spiritual poison. Perhaps as Xiao Hao said, online dating can also make people fascinate and addictive.

But so what?

In my opinion, the Internet is a false thing. How can a string of things composed of data be addictive? How can someone dedicate their youth and life? I think people who are interested in the Internet should be a group of stupid people!

I smiled and said, "Teacher Xiao, I heard that you are still a great master in the online literature industry. What is your pseudonym?"

"Laughing Jiuquan."

Xiao Hao replied calmly, I was a little surprised and curious. After all, Xiao Jiuquan is not a very good word, so how could he use this word as a pseudonym?

Of course, it is not ruled out that we can attract attention from others in an alternative way. After all, there are all kinds of people on the Internet now. This tattoo artist is also a mortal, and it is very likely that he will be in the crowd.

Seeing me silent, Xiao Hao smiled slightly: "Do you like reading online articles?"

I shook my head: "I am more interested in tattoos than online articles."

After chatting for a long time, we finally got to the point. We came to visit him today, mainly to talk about tattoos.

As for tea culture and online literature, I really don’t want to be interested. I have different personal hobbies and love this thing. To be honest, I really can’t force it.

Seeing that I was so direct, Xiao Hao nodded and said bluntly: "You are very interested in tattoos, so you might as well talk about what do you want to know about the tattoo?"

"Of course it's not the green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right, nor is it the embroidered Guan Gong on his arms."

I took out a photo, placed it on the tea tray in front of Xiao Hao, and said slowly: "Master, please see, what does this tattoo represent?"

That is a photo of my girlfriend's buttock tattoo. It's still there until now. It's because before she died, I felt that there was something wrong with the tattoo and took it quietly.

Unexpectedly, this pattern became the only image material left by my girlfriend in the world. This is cause and effect. God is destined to make this tattoo pattern appear again in this way.

Xiao Hao stared at the pattern in the photo, and the expression on his face was still as calm as water, and only a faint light flashed through his eyes.

"Bloody Rose."

It was the shape of a tattoo pattern, with blood-red petals and blue-black leaves embedded in my girlfriend's fair skin like a maggot attached to the bones, forming a shocking contrast between the two.

Xiao Hao said lightly: "Blooded Rose, 1.68 meters tall, 50 kilograms, 18 years old, and has a well-proportioned measurement ratio. He is the best among the top grades."

He memorized my girlfriend's information like memorizing a book. Every time he heard him say a word, my heart twitched, and an inexplicable fear came secretly.

I took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to ask, "What do you mean by the best you said?"

"Women are like tea, and they are divided into different levels. If the owner of this number is in the tea rating, it is like the green spring in your cup, sweet, exciting, but bloody..."

Xiao Hao said with a faint smile.

My hand gently pressed on the teacup, my teeth were clattering, and the surging breath in my chest was rising and falling. I was trying my best to suppress the anger that wanted to burst out.

He still had a smile on his face as much as possible and asked, "What are you based on to grade these women."

This is a key issue.

It is also the problem I want to face the least. When someone says in front of you, the woman you once loved deeply is placed in front of others like a product, and is allowed to be identified and selected by others, how will you face it?

Xiao Hao curled a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Young man, you have too many questions and it has nothing to do with the tattoo you want to ask."

He pushed the photo back to me, and it seemed like he didn't want to answer my question: "Some things are like scars on human bodies. Since the wound has healed, don't tear it open again, because once you tear open the wound, you will not only receive harm yourself, but also may also affect more innocent people!"

His words mean something.

I also sneered and said, "This is not a wound, but an innocent life. The owner of this tattoo died at the age of twenty-two. Her life withered before it bloomed. Why should she use her wither to cover up the sins of others?"

"What if she is willing to do that?"

Xiao Hao asked back, and I slapped the table and stood up, and asked angrily: "Please give me a reason to be willing!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Facing me who was furious, Xiao Hao was as calm as a piece of ice. He turned to look at the flower room outside the living room and Ou Ye who was wandering in the flower room.

After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Young man, do you want to hear me tell you a story?"

Is he changing the subject?

Even if he is a change of topic, what can I do? After all, he is the master.

Xiao Hao filled my cup with tea and signaled me to sit down. After I sat down, he slowly said: "Many, many years ago, there was a young policewoman named Xiao Qian who fell in love with a criminal policeman named Ou Hewei. However, when they were on missions together, the policewoman Xiao Qian was brutally killed by the criminals in order to protect Ou Hewei!"

When he talked about this, my body trembled.

Looking back at Ou Ye outside, as Xiao Hao said, did my master Ou Hewei experience a heart-warming love of life and death when he was young? It’s just that the scars brought by this love have no time to make up for it.

I asked Xiao Hao in a trembling voice: "That female policewoman Xiao Qian, are you a biological brother and sister?"

"Xiao Qian died miserably. She was broken into hundreds by the top ten demons of the Prince's Gang in front of Ou Hewei. Among these ten demons, one is Xiao Qian's biological brother - Xiao Hao!"

When Xiao Hao said this, I felt like I was being hit by five thunders. Unexpectedly, facing a detective, he would dare to admit it so calmly. Perhaps the past would not matter to him anymore.

By reason, no matter how crazy a person is, he cannot kill his sister with his own hands, and he will also break up his body. When he is dismantled, he is still in front of the victim's husband. The victim's husband is also a detective. Moreover, over the years, the detective has not made any moves and pretended that this incident did not happen?

It's so incredible, and what's even more difficult to understand is that the murderer told another criminal police after many years. Is this normal? Is he crazy?

I calmed down and asked, "Do you think I will believe it?"

"At that time, my sister's body was buried in these flower pots by myself. By the way, the Biluochun tea you just drank just now, this tea tree grew on my sister's head, so the smell was bloody, because my sister's ghosts were still... "

Before leaving.

Xiao Hao gave Ou Ye a pot of pocket bonsai, and Ou Ye gave it to me. We didn't say a word on the way back because I didn't know what I should say to Ou Ye.

Perhaps Ou Ye understood my thoughts, and he didn't ask me anything. When I returned to the bureau, I immediately smashed the bonsai.

In the soil of the flower pot, a human hand that had been ossified was buried. From under the claws, I picked up a silver ring.

After washing the ring, I suddenly saw two words engraved on it: "Bee Dove."

What is a bee dove? Is the white bone really Xiao Qian’s? What does the words on the ring imply?

It can be seen that Ou Ye and Xiao Hao know each other. Not only do they know each other, they are quite familiar with each other, but then again, Xiao Hao was originally Ou Ye's uncle, and it was normal for his uncle to be familiar with his niece.

The only abnormal thing is, why do they bury the corpses in flower pots?

They are obviously extremely vicious criminals, why are they still at large? What kind of person are the top ten demons in Xiao Hao's words? Ten years have passed, are they arrested?

I went to the archives room and transferred Xiao Qian's information out.

Xiao Qian, who started working in July 1996, is a first-level police superintendent and an investigator of the Xichuan Criminal Investigation Detachment. She participated in the cracking of the infamous Xichuan Super League and arrested more than dozens of "Crown Prince Gang" gang headed by Du Xiao. She was commended in 2000 and was promoted to the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team in the same year...

However, Xiao Qian's files suddenly became blank here.

It was like someone deliberately erasing Xiao Qian’s subsequent deeds and replacing everything with a page of white paper.

The phone rang, it was Ou Ye’s call: “Master, have you seen the ring?”

"What does the word bee dove on the ring mean?"

I asked in a slight way. After hesitating for a while, Ou Ye replied: "Actually, I don't know what it means, but my father once told me that there are many difficult answers that he recorded in that notebook... So if you find the notebook, everything may be revealed!"

I took a deep breath: "Xiao Hao told me the mystery of the tattoo on Tian Weiwei. If you have enough rest, come to the bureau. Let's go find the Deadly Rose together."

In the dissection room, Tian Weiwei's body had been sewn and was lying quietly there. Her limbs were stretched out at this moment, and she didn't look as weird as before. Even the smile on her face disappeared.

We put on gloves and turned the body back over.

Ou Ye asked me: "Master, what did Xiao Hao tell you, why did you bring me here, and what does the meaning of Death Rose mean?"

"Xiao Hao is your uncle, why did you call him his name?"

I asked while flipping through the body.

Ou Ye's body shook for a while, and then he replied lightly: "If I could choose, I would rather not have this uncle."

"But many things in this world are unselectable, and they are destined to be unable to escape, and they can never escape!"

We gently turned the body over and placed it on the table. The air was cold and the environment was depressing. Everything seemed breathless. Ou Ye's voice was a little hoarse: "One day, I will handcuff him myself!"

The "he" in her mouth must be Xiao Hao undoubtedly.
Chapter completed!