Chapter Twelve, The Detective
The absurd request of netizens: to arrange an exclusive photographer for me and Song Zhiyu. Both the school and the police refused, but as I left the interrogation room, which was full of reporters, a man of about 25 years old approached me and Meidai.
He said to me, "Wu Yan, I will be your follow-up photographer in the future." I'm not going to disturb your life, do you have anything to say? Anything you want. As soon as he spoke, he held his camera up at me.
When I replied that he didn't have anything to say, he quickly got out of the way and followed me and Mei Dai, and every time Mei Dai and I looked back, we could see him, he was chubby, like a giant panda, and Mei Dai and I even thought it was a little funny.
On the way back, Mei Dai kept asking me, "What did the police officer ask you?" ”
I didn't want to repeat the questions asked by the police, but I knew that if I didn't reply to her, she would keep thinking about it, so I answered Mei Dai's questions again and again along the way. What surprised me was how attentive she listened.
And the camera guy kept walking not far behind us, following us. It wasn't far away, it wasn't close, and I could see him when I turned around.
Towards the dorm, a detective blocked our way, saying he had a few questions for me. Before I could speak, the photographer suddenly jumped out of nowhere, he held a cigarette and grabbed the detective's collar, "It's a big night, what's going on?" ”
Mei Dai and I were shocked, and the detective immediately explained, "I'm a detective at the Sycamore Detective Agency, and I have a few questions for her." ”
Then, the detective pointed at me, and the photographer looked back at me with a cigarette in his mouth, and he asked me, "Really?" ”
I thought this kind of picture was very funny, and I couldn't hold back my laughter, and then quickly nodded.
Then, the photographer talked to the detective for a while, and the detective took his ID out of his pocket, and finally my photographer winked at me his little eyes and ran away.
If the detective does not allow it, the photographer is not allowed to film his questioning process, and their detectives have the right to refuse interviews with reporters, which is the privilege given to them. I can't possibly know exactly why this privilege was opened.
He asked Mei Dai to avoid it, Mei Dai didn't say anything and walked away, I saw her standing with the big brother of photography, Mei Dai didn't talk to the big brother of photography, and he kept talking, although I don't know what he said, but I think this kind of picture is very funny, two lovely people together, it will be so funny.
Standing under the eaves outside the dormitory building, he took out his papers and showed them to me, he was so fast that I didn't see anything, he had already put his papers in his bag again. He was wearing a dark purple suit and was dimly lit, and I couldn't see any other details about what he was wearing.
I can't tell his age with the naked eye, I just think he's young, but he's dressed very old-fashioned. He is very strange, he smiles at me all the time, and when he laughs, he is very sunny, but as long as he doesn't laugh, his melancholy temperament rejects people thousands of miles away.
It was the first time we met, the most important person in my life, the only person I felt completely indebted to when I left this world forever.
Perhaps, as Song Zhiyu said, "Your encounter was wrong from the beginning." ”
We're too similar, we're like in many ways. We're all the same kind of tendons, and we even love people in the same way. We were like each other's souls, we stood face to face, as if we were looking in a mirror. If we become each other's lovers or best friends, then we will have no regrets for each other's lives.
But in the end we are nothing, nothing, nothing. Time has made us miss, and the mistakes we have made have condemned us to be lonely for the rest of our lives.
He smiled at me, his eyes clear and shining in the moonlight. Apparently he didn't get an office like the police officers do, and when he asked me if I needed to sit down, he didn't speak loudly, and when he said "sit down," his eyes looked to the bench not far away.
I said, "Okay." Then we sat down on the bench, and because of the chair, we didn't sit facing each other, so he got up and stood right in front of me, not far from me, and he covered the light that hit me, and his back was to the light, and I couldn't see him at all.
He looked me in the eye as he spoke, took out a tie and handed it to me, "Have you smelled this smell before?" ”
I recognized this as our homeroom teacher's tie, this tie is particularly expensive, the homeroom teacher will only wear it on important occasions, I have only seen him bring it four times, three of which were brought at the first class meeting of each semester, and once when he won the city's outstanding teachers on stage to receive the award.
I handed me the tie, I took it, I smelled it, and then I smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, but I hadn't smelled it before, so I replied, "I don't think so, I don't remember it." ”
He laughed again, then didn't say anything, sat down in his chair, and suddenly, he came up to me, very close to me, he seemed to smell something, for a few seconds, I didn't know what to do, I didn't move, until I felt the hot breath he exhaled on my neck, I immediately got up from the chair, he did this to my surprise, and then he laughed again, and I didn't have time to say anything.
He spoke up early, "You have this smell on you. ”
When the words fell, he laughed again, this smile had no meaning, it was just an ordinary smile. This time I could see what he looked like, he was very young, he should have been only twenty-three years old, and his eyes were as clear as springs, like the eyes of a child.