Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 433 Touching the Corpse

The way she tucked a stray hair behind her ear with her hand made her shoulders and neck appear more relaxed.

The hem of her apron swayed gently as she turned, occasionally outlining the curves of her full hips.

As she tiptoed to get the seasonings, her trousers rode up slightly, revealing her slender ankles. Her delicate, jade-carved ankles appeared and disappeared as her weight shifted.

The entire silhouette possesses both the lightness of a young girl and the soft lines unique to a mature woman, like a lily swaying gently in the morning dew, exuding an unintentional beauty from every angle.

Li Jian leaned against the kitchen doorway, quietly watching his virtuous wife and loving mother cook.

Perhaps because Li Jian's gaze was too intense, Lin Xiaoye glanced at the door and noticed Li Jian's gaze. She couldn't help but say coquettishly, "Mr. Li, why did you leave without saying a word?"

Before he could look away, Li Jian instinctively walked into the kitchen and turned his gaze to the rice cooker on the stove.

"Ahem, I came over to see if I need any help."

Lin Xiaoye could easily see through Li Jian's little scheme, and pointed at the rice cooker, saying, "Then help me take the porridge out."

Li Jian said "Oh," picked up the rice cooker, and walked outside.

Lin Xiaoye's concerned voice came from behind: "Be careful, it's hot."

On the table.

Lin Xiaoye and Weiwei sat opposite Li Jian, with Lin Xiaoye peeling a boiled egg in her hand.

Li Jian sipped his white porridge slowly.

Lin Xiaoye put the peeled eggs into Weiwei's bowl.

Weiwei frowned: "Mom, you want to eat eggs again? I don't want to eat boiled eggs."

Lin Xiaoye said firmly, "No, children need to supplement their protein intake."

Weiwei made a face, opened her little mouth and took a bite: "Can I just eat the egg white?"

Lin Xiaoye frowned slightly, just about to reprimand him.

Li Jian then took the initiative to pick up the egg yolk and winked at Weiwei: "Perfect, I like egg yolk."

Weiwei gave Li Jian a bright smile.

Lin Xiaoye rolled her eyes at Li Jian.

If this were her own husband, Lin Xiaoye would definitely complain.

But the other person had just helped her a great deal today, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a life-saving favor, so Lin Xiaoye naturally couldn't bring herself to ask for it.

Li Jian swallowed the egg yolk in a few bites. "Miss Lin's egg yolk is indeed delicious."

Hear the words.

Lin Xiaoye's cheeks flushed, and she said coquettishly, "Nonsense, what do you mean by my yolk?"

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, it was Miss Lin who cooked the egg yolks." Li Jian put down his bowl and chopsticks.

Lin Xiaoye asked, "Mr. Li, shall I serve you another bowl?"

Li Jian waved his hand, patted his stomach, and said, "I'm full."

After dinner, Weiwei was sent to bed by Lin Xiaoye.

Weiwei looked at Li Jian and said, "I want to watch TV with Uncle."

Lin Xiaoye said, "Watching such trivial TV shows is pointless. Go to bed quickly, or you won't be able to get up the next day."

Weiwei asked, "Where's my daddy? Is he working overtime again?"

Lin Xiaoye sighed and said, "I'm on duty."

Vivi said, "Isn't that the same?"

Lin Xiaoye rolled her eyes and said, "You get paid for being on duty, but not for overtime."

"You poor kid, go to sleep now."

Faced with Lin Xiaoye's firm stance, Weiwei had no choice but to give in and was forced to go to sleep.

As she entered the room, she secretly winked at Li Jian.

Li Jian made a heart shape with his hands towards her.

After finally settling her daughter in, Lin Xiaoye left the bedroom.

Li Jian then noticed that the other person had actually changed their clothes.

She wore a black fitted T-shirt on top, black capri pants on the bottom, and white slippers on her feet, creating a very casual look.

Because the top was a bit tight, the two chest straps on the back were very noticeable.

The cleft crease leads directly to the pert buttocks, giving the entire back an S-shaped curve.

Her legs were fair and jade-like, neither too thin nor too thin, yet possessing a perfect balance of beauty.

Her jet-black hair was styled in an updo, revealing her fair swan-like neck, which was as smooth as jade and needed no embellishment.

Coupled with that face of a virtuous and loving young woman, Li Jian felt his heart begin to stir.

Seeing those beautiful legs encased in black capri pants, Li Jian couldn't help but fantasize.

What would it feel like to come from behind?

However, despite his thoughts, Li Jian had no intention of taking the initiative.

He felt that taking the initiative would take away the fun.

Lin Xiaoye looked at Li Jian sitting on the sofa and felt a little uneasy.

This person didn't leave after finishing his meal. Did he want to do something else?

. . . . . .

at the same time.

The night was as dark as ink, and the only sound in the cemetery was the dull thud of shovels striking the soil.

Gao Jianxiang's arms were already sore and numb, and blisters had formed on his palms, leaving mottled bloodstains on the wooden handle of the shovel.

Sweat mixed with dirt dripped from his chin, staining his white shirt.

"clang--"

The shovel suddenly struck a hard object, exploding in the deathly silence of the night with a sickening metallic clang.

Gao Jianxiang shuddered, and the beam of his flashlight swayed violently, illuminating the grotesque crack he had made on the coffin lid.

The smell of damp, rotting wood mixed with the stench of earth hit him, and he then noticed that his fingernails were full of black mud and his knuckles were covered in scabs.

"mom......"

A hoarse call stuck in his throat.

The shovel clattered onto the coffin lid, startling the owls in the distant treetops.

Moonlight suddenly pierced through the clouds and shone on the hole in the coffin lid that had been eaten away by insects.

I was beaten up by Chen Changmin during the day, and my back and waist are sore.

Digging graves at night.

Not to mention the fear and trepidation, the thrill was unimaginable for ordinary people.

Gao Jianxiang gritted his teeth and suddenly lifted the rotten coffin lid, and a thick stench of decay immediately surged out like a wave.

The smell was like thousands of rotting maggots wriggling in his nasal cavity, carrying the sweet, fishy smell of decaying flesh and the pungent odor of ammonia, instantly bringing tears to his eyes.

Gao Jianxiang hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, but the stench seemed to have a life of its own, seeping into his nose through his pores.

The tissues of the corpse that the gloves touched had softened, like rotten cotton that had been soaked for too long.

Zhang Chen's face swelled into an eerie bluish-purple color, and his skin appeared translucent and waxy.

When Gao Jianxiang's fingers sank into the swollen abdomen, they made a "gurgling" sound, and putrid gas slowly overflowed from the seven orifices, condensing into white mist in the cold night.

Suddenly, a loose piece of skin peeled off the corpse, revealing swarms of maggots underneath. Startled, they immediately began to churn like boiling porridge, with several falling onto Gao Jianxiang's shoes and still wriggling.

His stomach spasmed violently, and acid surged to his throat, only to be swallowed back down.

A cell phone, a fake eyeball in his shirt pocket.

The fake eyeball terrified Gao Jianxiang; he almost lost his mind.

"grass!"

Gao Jianxiang cursed and threw away the fake eyeball.

Continuing to explore, Gao Jianxiang soon discovered that something was wrong.