Host, You're Targeted

Xie Tong's parents are ordinary wage earners. They live in an ordinary suite with three bedrooms and one living room. Their daily life is relatively frugal. However, both parents have high expectations for Xie Tong. They all hope that their child will become a talent and become a dragon. Xie Tong is only a nine-year-old child. It is a time for fun, so the gap between parents and children is buried and expanded unconsciously.

Jingze also straightened his collar and knocked on the door of Xie Tong's house. "Hello, I'm from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Bureau. This is my certificate. We're here to inquire about the missing case of Xie Tong."

It was Xie Tong's father who came to open the door. When he saw the four people at the door, he nodded to them. The tired and sleepy expression from his eyebrows could not stop him. The day and a half of the child's loss of contact was about to make the father who was fighting against the whole family unable to hold on.

Lin Shu stands a little behind Jing Zeyi. From his point of view, he can clearly see the white hair on Xie Tong's father's forehead.

However, a young man in his thirties has white hair mixed with black hair, and he has a growing impulse to tell several people how much the father was hit when his child was lost.

"Officer, come in."

Xie Tong's father bent over to welcome the four men into the house, his shoulders bent as if he could never straighten up again.

"The child's mother's health is not good, and he is still dizzy at the moment. Excuse me."

"It doesn't matter."

Jingze also waved to Xie Tong's father and walked around him into the house.

The house with three bedrooms and one living room is not big, but it is more than enough to accommodate a family of three. The things in the house are put in order, and there is no change due to the disappearance of the little master of the house.

"Sit down first. I'll get you some tea."

Xie Tong's father was about to go to the kitchen to work when he closed the door. Jing Ze stopped the man in time and said, "don't bother. We're just here to learn about Xie Tong's daily relationship with you at home. We hope to find clues at home. We'd better go to Xie Tong's room and have a look."

Xie Tong's father was also supported by Jingze and sat down on the sofa. He nodded after hearing him say so.

Jingze also turns and pats Lin Shu on the shoulder and asks Lin Shu and an Jiliang to go to Xie Tong's room to have a look. Shen you sits beside him and listens to Xie Tong's father.

Originally clap the buttocks all ready to go to Xie Tong's room, Shen Youdun looks at Jing Zeyi doubtfully, "brother Jing? What? "

Jingze also glanced at him and said, "let Lin Shu and an Jiliang go to Xie Tong's room to have a look. Is there any problem?"

Shen also glared round eyes, his face was strange and puzzled, "is there no problem?"

An Ciliang didn't know what they were talking about. He shut his mouth rationally, but Lin Shu stood aside with his arms in his arms. He looked at Jing Zeyi with a smile on his face.

Shen you: Ah? "

Jingze is also a little guilty by Shen you's puzzled and inquiring eyes. He presses him on the sofa and refuses to let him go. But he says, "Lin Shu and an Ciliang can do it well. Don't worry about other things! Well, Lin Shu

Jingze didn't dare to look at him when he was also called Lin Shu. He could only glance at him from the corner of his eye. He knew that Lin Shu's face was still smiling.

Lin Shu thought it was funny, but when he pinched himself, he also held it back. As for such a big reaction? It's not even hand in hand!

But he just thought in his mind, or should come down, turn around and take an CI Liang to Xie Tong's room.

Shen you, who is forced to sit next to Jing Zeyi, is confused. He looks at Jing Zeyi and Lin Shu, and says that nothing will happen between them?

Jingze also pretended to clear his throat and began to ask Xie Tong's father questions. He raised his eyes to see Lin Shu walking towards Xie Tong's room.

In his eyes, the light blue figure was not tall at all, and even a little thin. However, the wrist bone which he had just held seemed to be still burning. It was like a mark belonging to Lin Shu in his skin. It was numb and itchy.

Such a thin, tall boy with no muscle and no strength, his body is hot, like a burning fire, even in the hot summer, it is not inferior to the sun.