Chapter 2560 Dear Mr. Detective 11
Until this long and passionate kiss finally ended.
Before Alric was about to wake up from this loss of control, Jinchen slightly withdrew his lips.
His cheeks were flushed, his breathing was unstable, with just the right amount of shyness and confusion after being aroused. He buried his hot cheeks in the crook of Alric's neck, almost against his chest, breathing gently and panting slightly.
Alrick smelled a unique fragrance coming from Jinchen's hair and neck, a personal warm body fragrance, mixed with the moist scent of the kiss just now, lingering around his nose.
He subconsciously lowered his head slightly, his nose rubbing against Jinchen's hair, and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.
At this time, Jinchen hugged his neck.
Then, a hoarse chuckle sounded in his ears, like the most intimate whisper between lovers.
"Alric, you're awesome."
Alric: "..."
No matter how hard Alric's heart was, or how strong his will was, he was still somewhat shaken by this straightforward and bewitching praise and the warm body in his arms.
He could even feel an uncomfortable heat creeping up his ears.
Damn.
A thought even flashed through Alric's mind that he had no way of responding to Cyril's deep love.
He could only hug Jinchen back awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Okay... I mean, I'll believe your... story for now. But that's all, Cyril. Don't push your luck."
A happy smile of success flashed across Jinchen's blue eyes buried in his neck.
But when he raised his head, he still looked gentle and affectionate, as if he had received the most important promise in the world.
"I know, Alric," he said softly. "I'm very happy that you are willing to believe in my feelings for you."
Alric had never seen such a scene before.
The other person combines passionate love, innocent dependence and mature temptation in one, and his sincerity is beyond doubt.
The warmth of the kiss and the pleasant scent on his body had not yet dissipated. Alric felt that the atmosphere at the moment was so good that he was a little at a loss, and even felt a sense of guilt.
He responded dryly and wanted to say something, but Jinchen had already left his arms.
"Have a nice evening, Alric."
Jinchen gave him a warm and slightly shy smile, as if still immersed in the intimacy just now, and walked up the stairs with light and even excited steps.
Alric stood alone in front of the fireplace, looking at the empty staircase. After a while, he raised his hand and rubbed his brow in annoyance, then drank the rest of the wine in the glass.
[The detection of the villain triggers the heartbeat value, the heartbeat value is +10, and the total is 10! 】
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A few hours later, late at night.
Beiyaer City is at its most bustling and lively moment right now.
The whole city was filled with the sweet smell of decadence.
Alric appeared at the door of a high-end brothel. People who were familiar with this place knew that this was more than just a brothel, as could be seen from the heavy security at the door.
He was wearing a long, tuxedo-like suit with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his signature red brooch.
Arrogant, sharp, indifferent, and oppressive.
At this moment, he is no longer Detective Alrick, but the Scarlet Gentleman who is feared by the citizens of Bayar, a city famous for its crimes.
Alric was about to step into the door filled with obscene sounds when a man who was obviously on drugs and had cloudy eyes stood in front of him in a crooked manner, dangling a small package in his hand, trying to force a transaction and muttering incomprehensible obscenities.
At the entrance of a dark alley not far away, a slender figure wrapped in a wide black cloak appeared.
Jinchen watched the scene leisurely, "Alric doesn't like this kind of dirty stuff."
Sure enough, the next moment, the man's hand was broken and he rolled over and wailed in pain.
Alric stepped into the door with the tip of his black leather shoes, stepping on the corpse.
The guard at the door recognized him and did not dare to stop him, but bowed his head in respect.
Jinchen didn't follow immediately. [Did you notice?]
"It's amazing!" Ling Gun Gun marveled. "It's clearly the same person, no double personality, but he's like two completely different people during the day and at night!"
[If you, the host, still maintain your gentle and pitiful persona, you won't even have the chance to approach Alric at night. You'll simply be ignored or...]
It thought about Alric's action of stepping on a human body just now, [or being kicked away.]
Ling Gungun suddenly realized and felt that he was one step closer to becoming an emotional master.
Jinchen observed the flow of people in and out of the brothel. Every customer who was allowed in would show the doorman a metal token engraved with special patterns.
Jinchen picked an unlucky guy at the intersection, brushed past him, then walked out of the shadows, lowered the hood of his cloak to cover most of his face, walked towards the gate, and handed the token to the guard.
The guard checked the token and without any doubt respectfully stepped aside to make way. No one doubted Jinchen's attire.
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Alric walked through the noisy lobby of the brothel without looking around, where laughter and more ambiguous sounds formed a dizzying and turbid atmosphere.
He walked straight up the stairs leading to the third floor, the wooden steps making a sound under his feet.
The third floor was much quieter. There was an inconspicuous small counter at the end of the corridor. Behind it sat a burly man with a thick beard, wiping glasses in the dim light.
"Locke."
Alric walked up to the counter.
The bearded man looked up when he heard the voice, a surprised smile appeared on his face, and wrinkles piled up at the corners of his eyes.
"Oh! Ah... Mr. Croft!"
He changed his words in time, "Our scarlet gentleman, it's been a long time since we last saw you!"
As Locke spoke, he tapped his fingers rhythmically on the counter a few times, like a secret code.
Soon, two more men came out from the lounge next door. One was thin and had a shrewd look in his eyes, while the other seemed more silent and steady.
They were all old acquaintances of Alric in Bayar City.
Alrick pulled open a high-backed chair in front of the counter and sat down, relaxing slightly.
Locke handed him a hand-rolled cigarette.
Alric took it, sniffed it close to his nose, and raised his eyes, "Is there anything unclean in it?"
"Of course not, Croft," Locke said, shrugging his broad shoulders. "We know you. You never touch opium."
The thin man next to him also nodded.
Alric then put the cigarette in his mouth, and Locke came over to light it for him.
He took a puff, and the spicy smell of tobacco filled his lungs, relaxing him a little.
