"Actually, I think it's better for you to live in the original house......" Jiang Lingmao sighed after Bai Ling, and the two of them walked slowly towards the prison.

Under the moonlight, Bai Ling followed behind him, and he didn't know if his spirit had recovered a little, and he yawned twice, with a little sleepiness, and the intention of escaping did not exist for her.

"Ahh She remembered the house where the family of three had lived, and how she would have been back there if she hadn't fled and had nowhere to go.

"And then it doesn't make sense for you to do so much. As soon as Bai Ling's words fell, looking at the obvious embarrassment on his face, his face couldn't help but smile a little. I asked what kind of identity I am now, and I can't tell why.

Jiang Lingmao was so embarrassed that he was still speechless, grinned at the corners of his mouth, glanced at Bai Ling, and then felt that it was more appropriate to look at the road in front of him.

"That ......" he heard a voice behind him, and then turned to look, Bai Ling was looking at him with a pair of red eyes that had no energy, that expression seemed to be the product of a mixture of various good and bad moods, "Why do you want to help me?" Bai Ling frowned.

Jiang Lingmao stopped, in fact, he couldn't explain this question clearly, probably because he had this character since he was a child...... Bai Ling was just lucky, and it happened to be when he couldn't bear this status quo anymore.

"Don't you think this person didn't do anything bad, and that's too unfair?"

"I'll ...... Killing scum to punish evil and promote good has to pay for his own life, which is too miserable. ”

He used to always keep these words on his lips, saying them to that Zhuang Ji over and over again, and often holding all kinds of information in his hands.

And every time he got the same response: "Resign yourself to fate, and being caught can only be said to be bad luck." Zhuang Yong was usually wiping and cleaning his firearms when he answered.

"Boss Zhuang's luck is really good......" Jiang Lingmao was so awkwardly tired of being next to him, as if he had long forgotten his identity, "Divide your luck with other people, right?"

"What?" Zhuang Yong suddenly looked at him with a puzzled expression, and casually threw a handful of *** beside him into the cabinet.

"Ah...... No, it's nothing," Jiang Lingmao decided not to carry out this crazy project, "Anyway, Boss Zhuang is really not afraid that I will report you?"

"Don't you dare to come out of this door today," Zhuang Ji said with a calm expression, "...... Okay, of course, it's a joke, and I can't kill you, a good old man, but if you report it, you need to delay it until now?"

Jiang Lingmao knew that Zhuang Yong's privacy was actually a very accidental reason, once he went to visit Zhuang Yong's house, he didn't notify him before, and he bumped into Zhuang Yong outside the window - not long after the two went to college.

"When will it ......"

"It was like this a long time ago. ”

Then I simply accepted it, very refreshing, just a hearty smile and an "oh".

……

"I think you're particularly receptive to certain things that shouldn't be accepted. ”

"Thank you for the compliment~"

"I don't seem to be complimenting you...... Right?"

Jiang Lingmao is such a person, what he decides, he will never disobey. For example, if you decide to hide it to the end, you will say half a hint until you die.

"Of course I won't do anything to report it, otherwise there will be no one to drink with me. "His smile always makes people feel fresh in the mud, like a pair of transparent hands that can peel people away from despair.

……

"Do you need a reason to help someone......? Because I don't think you're the kind of heinous person you say on the Internet. Jiang Lingmao looked at Bai Ling, the night was indeed more suitable for her, and those eyes could also be hidden in the black turbidity.

Red eyes, empty inside...... There is no emotion, if there is, it is only despair of the world, she will not complain about this injustice, but because she is too obedient, she has been devoured.

"Hah...... Killing people is real. Bai Ling didn't quite understand what Jiang Lingmao meant by "not heinous", or that he couldn't quite understand what kind of mentality it was to help someone in order to help someone.

Jiang Lingmao was a little speechless at this expression, but he was really a good person, in someone's words, he was the kind of person who shouldn't be a policeman, so he might as well be a judge?

If you want to laugh, laugh at yourself, do the exact opposite of what you should do.

"But aren't you killing a few scumbags?"

"Let's kill dozens of them...... But legally, they didn't do anything wrong. Bai Ling lowered her head slightly and thought, if it weren't for the fact that her personality didn't look like she could joke at all, Jiang Lingmao felt that she would think she was.

"Can't you think about it from a different angle......" Jiang Lingmao was immersed in a kind of despair of "can't teach his own children", "Forget it, don't ask about this topic." ”

"Oh......" Bai Ling still didn't understand, but it didn't matter, everything happened, and he didn't worry about anything else.

The two of them were silent for a long time, and the journey to the prison seemed to be very long, Bai Ling kept looking at him, expressionless, but as if he was expressing a lot.

"If a person could only be a bad person from the beginning, would you hate her?" she asked, ghostly, finally seeing someone who seemed to understand her, and she wanted to hear some comforting words from her.

The moment Jiang Lingmao heard this question, he knew the metaphor: "Of course it will." Three words are particularly clear.

Bai Ling felt as if he heard the sound of something breaking in his heart, and the feeling that came up was very uncomfortable, as if something was rolling in his eyes, and his throat became strange.

What's going on...... I don't have to be scared when someone puts a gun at my head, what is the situation now? Why are you so scared, why is my heart beating so fast?

"But you're not a bad person, didn't I just say that. Jiang Lingmao smiled bitterly and turned around, Bai Ling really didn't want to slip away, but was very honest, not like a murderer at all......

How could it be imagined that these hands would be stained with so much blood.

He suddenly remembered what Bai Ling said when he turned himself in: "The evidence has been put away for you, you should be able to convict......"

He still imagined Bai Ling saying such words with an expressionless face, and he felt both admiration and laughter. How incompetent are these people...... Not only did he not feel insulted, but he also went to the scene suspiciously and entered the clues deliberately left by the murderer.

Because of this action, he still vaguely remembered Bai Ling's answer when he was interrogated: "Because if the police have no clues, even if I turn myself in, it will be difficult to be convicted, right?"

Isn't he also a person who was born with a bit of funny cells? Jiang Lingmao thought so in his heart, and snickered.

In the next second, he didn't pay attention, and he didn't even pay attention to the change in Bai Ling's expression, and found that a person was leaning on his sadness, and that person was cold, almost like a dead person.

He couldn't help but shudder, and he couldn't stop imagining what Bai Ling was going to do to him. Although he hadn't faced off head-to-head, he felt that he might not be able to beat this person.

"Huh...... Wait...... I'm sorry for saying such a sensual thing for the first time, what's wrong?" he felt like he was pretending to be calm, as long as Bai Ling was a little more careful, it would be easy to hear his heartbeat in this silent environment.

The surroundings were quiet, and Jiang Lingmao could undoubtedly only hear his heartbeat, he knew that his reaction was something he was afraid of, but he also muttered to himself, this person would not harm himself.

It was quiet, for a long, long time.

Jiang Lingmao vaguely felt that there was a sudden hot feeling on his back: Bai Ling...... Crying?

He couldn't believe it.

"You...... What are you crying about? Hey, hey, hey, what did I do wrong, don't cry. He was flustered.

"I was just thinking about how nice it would have been if I had met you sooner. Bai Ling tried to retract his cry, but it was in vain, he had been suppressed for too long, and he couldn't hold back his cry like this.

In fact, it wasn't because of Jiang Lingmao's words, but because the tears had been piling up for too long, and it only took a little shock to gush out without reservation.

She also knew that she had said something like this that was enough to give goosebumps all at once, but she also tried to imagine that if she had met this "nobleman" earlier in her life, everything might have been different.

Obviously, he has endured it, since he witnessed his mother kill someone five years ago, whether he was arrested for psychological counseling, or bullied by the family who adopted him, he has never shed a single tear.

Even when he saw that Mr. Prison Director personally brought someone to arrest him, he didn't cry at all.

Hey...... It's so strange, why do you cry all of a sudden? It's not like it, the murderer's reserve has been thrown 108,000 miles away.

"Isn't it just a child," Jiang Lingmao sighed, his heart was also relaxed and relaxed, and the last bit of vigilance disappeared, "Okay, okay, just cry." He squatted down and touched Bai Ling's head.

Bai Ling also tried to find a reason why he would cry suddenly, and finally summed it up to one point: it was hard to find something to rely on, even if it was more fragile than a balloon, he wanted to try it, he wanted to be comforted, he didn't ask for forgiveness, but he wanted to be understood.

She grabbed Jiang Lingmao's clothes even harder, pulled them very closely, and pulled them in the palm of her hand, at this time, she thought that this was the only hope in her life, how could she do it if she didn't hold it tightly.

Later, along the way, she followed Jiang Lingmao honestly, eighteen years old, Jiang Lingmao had Bai Ling's current age imprinted in his mind, thinking about how this child's psychological age could feel that you are a lot older for a while, and a lot less for a while.

"Ah, by the way, what will I call you in the future?" Maybe it was to avoid embarrassing the atmosphere, so I talked about this topic, indeed, it was a bit too rusty to call Bai Ling.

"Whatever you want. After Bai Ling finished crying, he completely turned his face and didn't recognize anyone...... If it weren't for the fact that the frames of her eyes were still red and wet, Jiang Lingmao felt that he would wonder if this was the person who had been crying in his arms for a long time just now.

"Do you want to give me a few options?" Jiang Lingmao didn't know for a while and didn't know how to call Bai Ling by his nickname, after all, his "name waste" was still quite serious.

"Feel free," Bai Ling replied very sonorously, "Are you willing to call me a murderer?" She raised her eyebrows, not like she was joking.

"Can you not give me a misleading option...... Jiang Lingmao looked at the person behind him who liked to taunt himself, "It's called Xiaobai, right? The best nickname I can think of." ”

"Casually," Bai Ling's tone was still the same as just now, but a smile appeared on his lips at some point, probably because he thought this Mr. Warden was quite funny, and it didn't match that tall and serious image at all, "Sounds like you're calling cats and dogs?"

"Then another one?" Jiang Lingmao couldn't say for sure, and he felt that the name Xiaobai was quite nice.

"Don't change it, it's right for me. Whether it refers to a cat or a dog, it is unexpectedly similar, but Jiang Lingmao should not have understood the deep meaning of this sentence.

"That'...... Xiaobai?" he cautiously asked Bai Ling, for fear of making her feel uncomfortable.

"Yes," Bai Ling replied briefly, the corners of his mouth no longer concealed the smile, and showed Jiang Lingmao a generous face, "Then what do I call you?"

"** bar. ”

"Yes, Warden Jiang. Bai Ling ignored Jiang Lingmao's suggestion, and as soon as the words came out, the prison chief was so creepy that he almost entered the working state all of a sudden.

"Can you change your name......

"Master Jiang?"

"It's even more outrageous, it's the previous one. Jiang Lingmao probably couldn't understand why Bai Ling wanted to call himself by an honorific title in his life, but although he listened awkwardly, Bai Ling spoke quite smoothly, and over time he got used to it.

One day not long after—

"Boss Zhuang~ I'll bring Xiaobai again!"

"I almost thought you had a cat......"

Facts have proved that Bai Ling's complaint at that time was correct.

……

Ah, the dream woke up.

It's a long dream...... I felt that I had dreamed a lot, and all the memories came out again, and when Bai Ling opened his eyes, his mouth was half open and smiling, but tears flowed from his eyes.

She was lying on the bed in a strange position, the phone next to her had been on all night, and the sun was shining in the morning, and the shine in her hair was also beautiful.

"Good morning~" She pushed the door out after a simple wash.

"Miss Bai Ling, it's early," Jiang Lan was the only one outside, he was holding something in his hand, but it was not a book but a thick amount of information, "Dad's information they gave me in advance." He smiled wryly.

"Then let's find Xiao Mian to deal with the data first," Bai Ling took the information, looking at the crimes listed on it, as well as the number written at the end that was enough to ruin the last youth of the middle-aged man, "A little expectant." She looked at the big headshot above, and many thoughts suddenly popped into her head.

"Me too. Jiang Lan smiled knowingly, looked at Bai Ling, and felt a little grateful in his heart.

……

"I said I didn't want to drink alone but I didn't have anyone to accompany me for four years," a person held a translucent glass in the bar, looked at the wine inside, shook it, drank it into his stomach, and his throat burned, "Forget it, I'll clean him up when I come back." ”