Because there is a discrepancy between this world and the original world history of Lin Weaving, if you compare it, the importance of this picture is equivalent to the "Hanjiang Solo Fishing Map", which is not only pure art, but also carries historical and cultural feelings, and is a cultural relic of a private collection.

When the destination arrived, Lin Zhi got out of the car with his bag and suitcase and stood in front of the apartment.

This is Wei Jinrong's residence on the surface, and it is also the place where he disappeared.

Wei Jinrong's face is an English teacher in a learning institution, and because of the good quality of teaching, he is deeply liked by students and parents.

Because he had to escort important things and avoid being disturbed, he resigned half a month ago, so there was no problem with his social relations on the surface after he disappeared.

Lin Zhi registered his visit at the door, and under the surveillance, he maintained a somewhat anxious attitude, looking at his mobile phone from time to time, and waiting for someone to reply to the message, after all, he was a person whose long-distance boyfriend suddenly disappeared and hurriedly returned to China.

Pressing the number key thirteen, Lin Zhi watched the numbers jump.

The elevator door opened and closed with a slight sound, and this apartment building was one staircase at a time, Lin Zhi walked to the door and pressed the combination lock.

He wore leather gloves on his hands, and after the code was entered, the door lock made a ticking sound that had been successfully checked.

There was a bit of chaos in the room, and even if it was tidied up, Lin Zhi could see the incongruity.

After all, this place has been searched more than once by the company and the employer's police who are in charge of this case, and it is estimated that the valuable things have long since disappeared.

Even so, Lin Zhi still took this apartment seriously.

There was a smell of dampness in the air, it had rained in the past two days, and the window was open when Wei Jinrong was gone.

Lin Zhi opened the refrigerator and saw the processed ingredients inside.

The fruit is packed in a crisper bag, and there is a box of raw pickled seafood that has been soaked for an unknown amount of time, and milk and sparkling water are placed on the side.

Lin Zhi squinted, judging from the memory of the original owner, Wei Jinrong was not a person who liked to eat fruits very much, especially the apples in the fresh-keeping bag.

Wei Jinrong does not reject this common fruit, but he doesn't like it either, it belongs to the type that he will not refuse to eat when others give it to him, and even occasionally praise it, but he will definitely not buy it himself.

Wei Jinrong also doesn't drink sparkling water, half a year ago when he chatted with the original owner, he inadvertently revealed that he had passed the time when he liked sparkling drinks, and he gradually liked tea.

Maybe Wei Jinrong is deceiving the original owner, of course, there are other possibilities.

After looking at the living room and kitchen, Lin Zhi pushed open the bedroom door.

There were still dried blood stains in the bedroom, and two colleagues, one from blood loss and the other from suffocation, had collapsed here.

The surveillance here was also breached that night, and no one knew what was going on except for the people who caused it.

Lin Zhi looked at the wardrobe for a while, didn't find anything in the bedroom, and went to the study.

As he expected, everything of value was gone.

On the table in the study was a plate of half-eaten biscuits, which had already become squirming.

The elevator door opened and closed, and the young man with a somewhat blank look walked out with his luggage.

The girl in charge of receiving visitors came up with hot water, and when she bent over, she asked, "Did you find anything?" ”

"He doesn't usually buy apples but there's apples in the fridge, count?"

Lin Zhi will find out that it is not only the people from the company who are staring at this and Wei Jinrong's other residences, but also the people from the police, and he has just noticed the feeling of being watched from afar when he checked the room.

The original owner was not so keen, in fact, Lin Zhi was not so keen, but thanks to Lin Zhi being a fox in his last life, his instinctive perception of this aspect improved.

The colleague replied with the same expression: "If we were investigating an extramarital affair, maybe this would be a major discovery." ”

The implication is that it's useless, who cares if Wei Jinrong buys apples or not, they don't care if he buys garlic as a fruit to eat.

Lin Zhi returned a helpless expression and looked out the door.

The sky was overcast, a wind was blowing in, and it was about to rain.

Lin Zhi didn't plan to stay here and wait for the rain to stop, he was going to find the target of this mission.

He observed so carefully, not to find Wei Jinrong, he was not the original owner, he didn't care about Wei Jinrong, and he didn't care about the whereabouts of that ancient painting, but this was the necessity for him to keep in touch with Jing Xun, and it was the only reason why he was able to contact Jing Xun for a long time.

As soon as Lin Zhi got into the car to his destination, the rain fell.

The windows were covered in a flowing and distorted shadow, and only the light outside could be dimly seen.

The driver politely asked: "This weather is always rainy in autumn, and it is very humid all year round, do you bring an umbrella?" ”

"Bring it, thank you."

Feeling that the guest's mood was a little low, the driver didn't talk again.

Jing Xun lived in a single-family villa in a wealthy area, and Lin Zhi held an umbrella and rang the doorbell.

Wei Jinrong and Jing Xun are half-brothers, Wei Jinrong's parents divorced when he was nine years old, and his mother took him to marry Jing Xun's father Gerald.

The following year, Jing Xun was born.

When he was fourteen years old, Wei Jinrong went out to study, but he had a good relationship with this younger brother, and he also went to look for Jing Xun for a while when he was kidnapped.

This is all information given by the company, they don't know how the relationship between the two brothers has been for so many years, Wei Jinrong and Jing Xun's contact is not frequent, at least in the past three months, and the company doesn't think that things may be in Jing Xun, but they still let the original owner try their luck.

Lin Zhi patiently rang the doorbell, it was raining heavily outside, and his backpack and suitcase were a little wet.

No one in the house responded, as if it were an empty house.

01 said: [The task object is inside.] 】

Jing Xun was inside, he just didn't open the door.

Lin Zhi was not surprised, he looked down for a moment at the dialog box that was destined to have no message response, and pressed the doorbell again.

The overly frequent ringing of the doorbell was a little hurried and harsh, causing the young man in the large living room to frown.

He didn't get up to go to the door, picked up the tablet that was placed on the couch, didn't care if the paint in his hand rubbed against the shell, and used the screen to look at the annoying visitor outside the door.

Outside the door was a strange beautiful young man, with a black sweater under a camel-colored coat, with a pale expression and some anxious confusion.

His appearance is not delicate, revealing a restrained coldness, but under the torrential rain and embarrassment, a sense of vulnerability flows, like a flower drowned by a disaster.

Jing Xun's talent for painting is not limited to color, but also his control of image.

He could feel that the young man outside the door was a little nervous because he had not been responded to for a long time, the tip of the wet black umbrella was pressed against the ground, the palm of the young man holding the bent handle was tightened, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were clear.

Jing Xun was sure that he didn't know him, and although his time was like a chaotic clock, he had mastered his disordered time as much as possible.

The doorbell stopped, but the youth outside the house did not leave.

He glanced at the heavy rain, looked at the door with a tired expression, and rang the doorbell again, but his expression seemed to have no expectations.

Jing Xun placed the tablet on the stand and continued to adjust the paint.

The young man outside seemed to have given up on ringing the doorbell, and he paced back and forth in the door with some anxiety, looking at his mobile phone with great frequency, and finally staring at the heavy rain emptyly.

There was no place for him to sit at the door, so he sat on his suitcase.

Jing Xun could only see his side face, but he felt his wet melancholy like rain.

Against a grey background, there is a curious sense of storytelling.

Outside the door, Lin Zhi was looking at the rain with a maintained expression.

01 worried: [The host still hasn't moved. 】

Lin Zhi was not disappointed, no matter whether Jing Xun saw it or not, he had to play a full set, even if it was for the air.

Lin Weaving doesn't like to make mistakes, and he doesn't like any action that might alarm his prey.

Capture requires patience, and sometimes waiting is part of the fun.

From the occasional murmur in his mind, Lin Zhi could sense 01's sorrow, suggesting that he could sing a song to regulate his mood.

01 is very frustrated, and the system that is comforted by the reverse is really too inferior.

It sings to itself quietly: Little rabbit, open the door, open it quickly, I want to come in.

Fortunately, Lin Zhi didn't hear it, otherwise he might not be able to maintain his performance.

01's voice suddenly excited: [Host, he's here!] 】

The door was silently opened, and Lin Zhi turned around and saw the young man standing in the shadows.

Because he is of mixed race, Jing Xun is very tall, with deep facial features, his eyes are a little gray and blue, and his slightly long black hair is scattered, looking down at him.

Even if he doesn't make any expressions, he gives people a bipolar aggression, chaotic and dangerous, and he doesn't know when he will derail and get out of control.

"What's the matter?"

Jing Xun's voice was hoarse that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and he asked simply and impatiently.

Lin Zhi didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "Your brother may be missing, can you contact him?" ”

Jing Xun frowned, and turned sideways to let Lin Zhi come in.

Jing Xun has imagined many situations, but he never thought that the beautiful young man who appeared outside his house on a rainy day and was wet was his brother's boyfriend.

Chapter 90: Missing Brother's Boyfriend

The umbrella dripping with water was left outside the door by Lin Weaving, and the door was closed, blocking the wind and rain from blowing in from outside.

But the situation in the house was not much better, even if the doors and windows were closed, but on a wet and cold autumn day, the room was full of coolness.

Lin Zhi's gaze roughly swept over Jing Xun's residence, the spacious living room was transformed into a studio, with easels and paints casually arranged, and the TV hanging on the wall, without a coffee table.

From the furnishings, it can be seen that the owner has no intention of entertaining guests, and even the public space in the house design is very private.

After Lin Zhi entered the house, the tall and gloomy young man did not talk to him immediately, but picked up the phone and dialed his brother's number.

Lin Zhi looked at him quietly, with disguised anxiety and anticipation on his face, and his eyes swept over Jing Xun's whole body silently.

Obviously, the temperature in the room was also very low, but Jing Xun didn't seem to feel cold.

He was still wearing a thin shirt and jeans, with two buttons on top that were not fastened, and the sleeves were pulled up, revealing his muscular forearms, which was extremely powerful.

His hair is not carefully groomed, revealing the artist's characteristic decadence.

At the first sight of Jing Xun, Lin Zhi did not have the desire to have a deep relationship with him.

Even if Jing Xun's facial features are impeccable, revealing the superiority of mixed blood, even if his body fully meets Lin Zhi's requirements, even if Lin Zhi has been in love with other personality fragments.

This Lin Zhi felt normal, he hadn't indulged in him to the point that he would like all the fragments of his personality.

It sounds a bit ruthless, but Lin Weaving is such a person.