The curtains were closed and the lights were not turned on. The living room was dim at noon. The small vertical air conditioner was working diligently to keep the indoor temperature at 22 degrees Celsius.

Li Zan was lying cross-legged on the beanbag and watching videos. The beanbag was bought by Jiang Heng on Taobao. After placing the order, Li Zan disliked it. As a result, the beanbag has become Li Zan's until that night when the goods arrived.

Exclusive location.

Jiang Heng put the key on the shoe cabinet, changed his shoes, walked inside, and then squeezed into the lazy sofa. He put his arms behind Li Zan and leaned over to watch the video: "What are you watching?"

Li Zan moved his buttocks to make room for Jiang Heng: "Video."

The video was playing to the scene where the groom confessed his love to the bride and the provocative music played in a loop. The host obviously memorized the script and became more and more emotional. He successfully made the bride and groom and their parents cry.

Jiang Heng pondered for a moment and suddenly realized: "I understand."

Li Zan didn't move his eyes from the screen and asked casually: "What do you know?"

Jiang Heng asked: "Have you ever worn a suit?"

Li Zan: "I've worn it. I used to sneak into a dinner party when I was investigating a case. I was not allowed to enter without a suit. I rented one temporarily and I almost lost my breath."

Jiang Heng hugged Li Zan, measured Li Zan's shoulders, back, arms and waist with both hands, kissed his hair and said: "A suit must be tailor-made to be comfortable. I'll make a custom suit later and put it on."

Let’s go meet Ms. Liang together later? Ms. Liang likes gentlemen in suits very much.”

Hearing this, Li Zan was finally willing to look away from the video and turned to Jiang Heng. After looking at Jiang Heng for a while, he said: "I remember that my first impression when I met you was that you were a polite scum, pretending to be like someone who had just returned from a banquet.

A gentleman who comes out of a hotel with a lady will hold up her skirt, open the door for her, and even kiss her fingertips when they say goodbye."

Jiang Heng: "Boyfriend, even if you only have two words to compliment me, you don't need to add too many modifiers."

Li Zan looked at Jiang Heng and said lightly: "Because I want to block your way to make further progress in advance, boyfriend."

The man in front of me was proud and arrogant at this moment, like a dazzling peacock. And his colorful tail was only in front of Jiang Heng, and his beautiful tail feathers were fluttering because of Jiang Heng, filling him with all his pride.

tail feathers.

Realizing this, Jiang Heng's heart was burning. He leaned his chin on Li Zan's shoulder, and the warm breath he sprayed fell on Li Zan's neck, and small particles suddenly floated on the naked and sensitive skin.

Jiang Heng smiled, first placing small kisses on Li Zan's shoulders and collarbone, then moving upwards, gently nibbling on Li Zan's chin, then tossing and turning over and over again, until Li Zan couldn't bear it any longer, and took the initiative to lower his head and give him a passionate lip-to-lip kiss.

.

Jiang Heng laughed: "Why are you so anxious?"

"It's because you're too lazy." Li Zan kissed her.

The unnecessary nonsense was swallowed up between the intertwined lips and teeth. They communicated with each other for a few minutes. After they separated, their breathing became obviously heavier.

Li Zan wiped his lips with his thumb and said, "It's not broken at last." He glanced at Jiang Heng, who had black hair and white skin, red lips and white teeth, as if he had captured all the intense colors in the world and accumulated them on his deep facial features.

, when you stare at it, it seems to have a sex appeal that makes you want to die.

Li Zan took a breath and looked away in a panic. He subconsciously touched the mouse and shook it a few times, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Jiang Heng put two arms across Li Zan's chest and back, holding him tightly in his arms. If the lazy sofa was not too small, he might have stretched his legs over it, hoping to tightly trap him.

Team Li.

Li Zan did not push Jiang Heng away, but allowed him to lean against him.

"I'm handling a case, don't harass me." He said this in a low voice, which was not a deterrent.

"Handling a case? It's not about watching a wedding." Jiang Heng was slightly disappointed.

Li Zan glanced at him: "Where were you thinking just now?"

"No - I didn't think about anything." Jiang Heng denied, holding Li Zan's shoulders and urging him: "You do your thing, I will look after my people, divide the work and do not disturb each other." That's what he said, but after that

It really didn’t distract Li Zan anymore.

Hugging someone can easily lead to misfires, so Jiang Heng paid attention to the video that was being played. The video reached the climax of the wedding. The photographer filmed the groom and the bride with their faces slapped, and the entire computer screen was filled with two enlarged faces.

Jiang Heng, who was originally absent-minded, suddenly stopped looking and said to Li Zan: "Wait a minute - pause the playback."

Li Zan paused the playback and looked at Jiang Heng: "What?"

Jiang Heng looked at it carefully and asked, "Are there any shots of the groom and the bride that are farther away but can clearly see the outline of the face?"

Li Zan pressed the play button, rewinded, paused immediately when he picked out the frontal shot of the groom and bride, and showed it to Jiang Heng: "What did you find?"

Jiang Heng recognized the faces of the groom and the bride, "They look familiar."

Li Zan: "Perhaps you have seen him on the beach."

"No, I have seen them without makeup. At the elevator entrance of Building C in Simen Village, there was a newly married couple." Jiang Heng said, "I met this newlywed couple at noon today. Although they were wearing makeup in the video,

I put on heavy makeup, but my height and facial contours haven’t changed much.”

"That's quite a coincidence. But why did you go to Simen Village?"

"Find someone to check something out."

Li Zan responded, did not ask any more questions, and continued to watch the video. In the video, the bride's eyes were red from crying, and her makeup was a bit smudged. She was taken off the stage to have her makeup done. The camera hurriedly panned the corner where the makeup was being retouched. Although it only lasted two or three seconds, it was still

Let the makeup artist team enter the scene.

Li Zan quickly stopped and zoomed in on the picture. In the picture, four or five makeup artists were squatting or standing around the bride.

The main makeup artist who is touching up the bride's makeup is a woman. Behind her squats a male makeup artist assistant holding a mirror and a compact box. Behind the bride are two other makeup artist assistants, one male and one female, who are immersed in arranging the bride's hair.

The makeup artist assistant is far away, with his back to the camera, squatting in front of the bride, and gently holding up the diamond-encrusted wedding dress.

Li Zan intercepted the picture and put it into PS for the second processing. He intercepted the avatar of each makeup artist and processed the resolution to improve the definition of the avatar, and prepared to send it to Ji Chengling for him to take to interrogate the black car who had witnessed the murderer's face.

driver.

When he saw the makeup artist's assistant holding a wedding dress with his back to the camera, Li Zan was in trouble because he couldn't see his face.

"There should be a positive face in the mirror." Jiang Heng, who was watching silently, reminded him.

Li Zan: "Where?"

"Before he picked up the mirror, the mirror was placed diagonally by his feet. The angle should be just right to show his face." Jiang Heng took the mouse and clicked on the video, pointed at the male makeup artist holding the mirror, and then started to play it backwards for two or three seconds.

, accurately capture the picture and expand it, the mouse arrow falls on the mirror at the feet of the male makeup artist, the mirror clearly reflects the makeup artist assistant with his back to the camera, holding the wedding dress, "He is a man. He has put on makeup, and his facial features are very coordinated.

Wearing feminine makeup or heavy makeup should be very effective.”

He took a screenshot of the make-up artist's face in the mirror and put it into the PS software. He quickly tapped the keyboard with his fingers, and with a few easy operations, the photo's clarity was improved to the point where even the facial features and micro-expressions could be easily analyzed.

Jiang Heng pushed the laptop back onto Li Zan's lap and commented on the makeup artist's micro-expression: "If I didn't look at the background, I would have thought he was the owner of the wedding dress."

Li Zan thoughtfully said: "It's really strange. He was holding the wedding dress because he was afraid that the skirt would get dusty or be stepped on by others. He cherished the wedding dress very much. As soon as the bride sat down, other makeup artists rushed over and the first thing they did was to repair it.

Makeup and hair, because this is their responsibility. He is the only one who focuses on the wedding dress. He gathers the skirt of the wedding dress in his arms for fear of being torn, stepped on and dirty."

If you don’t look at the make-up artist’s expression, you might still be able to explain it with the reason that the wedding dress is expensive and the bride asked the make-up artist to hold up the hem of her skirt. Coincidentally, the tilted mirror caught the make-up artist’s expression with his head lowered while holding the wedding dress. Even more coincidentally, in a flash

A passing camera captured this scene.

"Is he envious?"

"Maybe there's also jealousy."

"Cherish the wedding dress, envy the owner of the wedding dress, and be jealous of the bride owning the wedding dress. He likes this wedding dress and he also wants to wear this wedding dress. He is a transvestite and suffers from gender cognitive disorder, which explains why he

Wearing women’s clothing to kill people.”

"This wedding dress is haute couture."

Li Zan: "So?"

Jiang Heng: "As a makeup artist assistant, he may have been exposed to many high-end gowns, but he had no chance to try them on alone or get up close to the high-end gowns." He was not sure because the information he had was not as good as the police.

It’s all about Li Zan, so what follows are his personal guesses: “Haute couture gowns are expensive and usually have high-level security protection. Some people also install alarms and trackers on the wardrobe and each couture gown.”

"If it is stolen, call the police immediately."

"This newlywed couple lives in the Simen Village Community. There is no monitor installed at the door. There may be an empty room next door, and there is a family of five opposite. However, during the day, only the elderly and children are at home, but no young people. The couple has just been married, and Mili Tiao

When it's time, parents of both parties won't bother you. The wedding dress is so beautiful, wouldn't it be too bad to wear it only once in a lifetime? Will the bride take it back to her new home and take it out to look at or wear from time to time? If the wedding dress is in the new home, the second generation of the couple will

Will newlyweds think of setting up advanced security to protect their wedding dresses?”

"No. They wouldn't have thought that someone would covet a wedding dress."

"Of the possibilities you and I can think of, do you think the makeup artist can think of them?"

***

Sunday at 5pm.

Simen Village.

On the right side of the 11th floor of Building C, a man wearing a duck tongue opened the door, and a bunch of keys jingled. The three-bedroom apartment on the left belonged to Lao Duan's house. When Lao Duan came home from get off work, he looked suspicious when he heard the jingling of keys. Eyes.

He didn't think much when he saw a strange figure, because the two two-bedroom apartments opposite had been rented out and the neighbors changed several times every year. He was used to strange tenants appearing from time to time.

‘Click’, the door opened.

When Lao Duan entered the house and closed the door, he was still thinking about the tenant at the opposite door who had arrived before him but hadn't opened the door yet. He was changing his shoes in the entrance hall when he heard his mother on the balcony complaining: "Is the renting house next door raising money?"

What animal died? The carcass was left in the house and not cleaned up! This stink! Old Duan, please contact the landlord later and ask him to come and check when he is free. It really stinks!"

Old Duan shook the newspaper and responded perfunctorily.
To be continued...