His eyes wandered around the living room and asked, "Do you have any large pillows at home, let's recreate the scene." ”

"No," Lin Zhi shook his head and pointed to the rich bamboo in the corner of the living room, "Only potted plants." ”

The pot of rich bamboo was moved to the center of the living room, and he asked Lin Zhi to demonstrate the details of the fall.

Lin Zhi casually took the pillow on the sofa and served as the beer he held that night.

Because it was just a demonstration posture, Lin Zhi didn't really fall down.

He knelt on the cold tiled floor, looked up at the tall man and said, "I almost tripped and didn't stand still, and my leg fell limply." ”

As he spoke, he leaned forward, pressed his left hand on the ground to support his body, forming a kneeling position, and pressed the pillow in his right hand against his right forearm.

The young man's shirt was pulled upwards because of his movements, revealing his white and thin waist, and Qiu He glanced at it and withdrew his gaze.

"That's probably what it looks like, my head is very dizzy, so I didn't get up from the ground for the first time, I lowered my head, looked back in the gap between my arms and body, and saw a pair of eyes, according to the height of the person should be squatting, of course, he is hiding behind that person, it can only be squatting."

The deceased was sitting, his outstretched leg tripped over the man, and the murderer hid between the dead and the gap between the wall, staring at him tightly.

Qiu Or moved Fuguizhu to the corresponding position, asking about the approximate height and thinking, this step can be used to speculate on the size of the murderer, and he vaguely had a vague idea in his heart.

As he straightened up, he saw the young man rubbing his knees.

The temperature has risen in the past two days, and there is also some heat at night, and the short pajamas worn by the young man have just touched the ground directly with their knees.

Young people's skin is whiter, so the red marks are more obvious.

Qiu Or was a little surprised, but it was only two or three minutes, and it became so fast.

"Thank you for your cooperation and for the clues."

Qiu Or turned off the recorder and thanked Lin Zhi.

"To get rid of my suspicion, this is as it should be."

Seeing Qiu He looked like he was about to leave, Lin Zhi said again: "Do you want to go back at such a late hour, otherwise I will sleep here, I have a guest room here, of course, I am a little worried about my safety, if the murderer knows that I saw him, I am afraid he will not let me go." ”

Qiu Or put the recorder away, listened to this, and lowered his head to look at the young man who was staring at him in the bright light not far away.

The young man's last two words were very light, he looked insecure holding the pillow, but his posture was not thin and pitiful, but an extremely strange calm.

Those eyes were deep, like a flowing dark river, Qiu He didn't feel the slightest fear from him, and it was clear that his words were wrong, but there was a kind of magic that made people believe.

It was as if if he were gone, he would be a cold, smiling corpse, or the murderer would die at his hands.

Qiu or couldn't help frowning, no matter what kind of picture it was, it was uncomfortable.

"No need for a guest bedroom, I'll be here and leave tomorrow morning."

Qiu Or sat on the sofa, which can be regarded as some kind of response.

Lin Zhi replied: "Thank you." ”

Lin Zhi went to the study, did not stay inside, but walked out with a tablet.

Passing through the balcony and seeing the piece of glass that had not been sorted out, Lin Zhi looked at it coldly, he had no intention of cleaning it up, just looking at him felt that his patience had been reduced.

A small light was turned on in the living room, and Lin Zhi leaned back on the sofa and opened the document.

Hayashi had written stories, but it was already a matter of his student days, and he couldn't remember the content of the classical literature he wrote for what activities at that time.

The original owner was not a good writer, and neither was Lin Zhi himself, he looked at the blank document and thought for a while.

Barren creativity and depleted inspiration can make anyone who dreams of words despair, and the original owner is depressed in this despair, so that when Lin Zhi thinks, these thoughts still interfere with him from time to time.

None of this is of interest to anyone, neither in his written story nor in his mind and soul.

No one would like it at all, and the editor tactfully advised him to consider the bias of the market, indicating that what he had written long ago was old-fashioned and outdated, and this was the limit of his ability.

He never seems to be good enough, whether it's the violin or writing, it seems to be going high and low, even if he didn't fight in the first place, he couldn't sit firmly in the position of chief, he knew that, so he was afraid, it wasn't that he didn't work hard enough, but that he was such a mediocre person.

The world allows mediocre people to make mistakes, but he is not reconciled.

Lin Zhi covered his slightly aching head, and scolded the voice in his head to shut up with some distraction.

His finger bones on the edge of the tablet were white, and his chest was slightly heaving.

He was never unwilling, he just couldn't, and then it became a habit.

In the process of growing up, Lin Zhi was instilled with the idea that he couldn't make mistakes, they held him in their hands and told him how good a person he was, how much hope he carried, his mistakes would be infinitely magnified, he must be cautious, and he had to think twice about whatever he did.

He took his calculations for granted, because the older he grew up, the more he was exposed to things, and the higher the cost of making mistakes.

The bloody wound on the fingertip had already scabbed, but at the moment it seemed to be a faint pain.

The lover around him is still a stranger to him, and it is not at all the time when he can use it as he wants.

For a moment, Lin Zhi wanted to smash the thing out of his hand, watching it fall apart and be full of cracks, but he didn't do it, he put the tablet on the sofa, bent down and opened the drawer of the coffee table, and found the medicine from it.

The doctor prescribed three medicines, and Lin Zhi's fingers trembled slightly as he poured out the brown pills, and took out the pills from the aluminum foil, and his wrist was held when he opened the capsule.

"The doctor said that the medicine should not be overdosed."

Qiu Or looked at him, and there was not much emotion on his face.

Lin Zhi looked at him, and the hand he was holding suddenly let go.

The pills were scattered, and Qiu Or was pushed on the sofa without noticing for a while, his body subconsciously tensed, thinking that the young man was going to attack him, although he didn't think that with the strength of the young man, he could do anything to him.

The young man, however, did not do so, and his hand was pressed against his arm, close to him.

"Officer, since you don't want to meet my needs and don't want me to take medicine, what do you want me to do?"

"You can sleep instead of staring at the computer."

Qiu Or made a proposal, but he didn't ramble, he held Lin Weaving's arm with one hand, picked up Lin Weaving's leg with the other, and just stood up and carried Lin Weaving on his shoulder by the way.

Lin Zhi was a little stunned, so he was carried back to the room, and Qiu or he threw him on the bed neatly, looking at him condescendingly.

"If the killer can climb to the sixth floor without pipes and get in through the security window, remember to call for help."

The door was closed by the enemy, and the room fell silent.

Lin Zhi sat up from the bed and stared at the door, the smile on his face growing bigger.

01 asked with some trepidation: [Host, are you okay?] 】

Lin Zhi smiled: [Is he sick or am I sick? 】

01 was silent for a moment, and said hesitantly: [Judging from the current situation, are they all? ] 】

01 Some want to cry without tears, when the host consciousness is projected into the body, it will give priority to the character who is closest to the task object and has a deep bond, this authority does not lie in it, it can't decide what kind of body the host enters, and it doesn't know that it will be like this.

It had already cried with the host when it gave its memories, but the host didn't blame it, woo woo woo woo woo it loved so much.

Lin Zhi's mood was much better, he didn't feel sleepy, he simply turned on the light, and calmly wrote a new first chapter.

The story begins with the protagonist being drunk and told that he is involved in a murder case, and ends with him remembering the eyes in his dream, Hayashi Weaving's writing is concise and crisp enough, and he sends the first chapter of the document to the editor for review, and closes the computer.

At five o'clock in the morning, Qiu Or opened his eyes, looking at the unfamiliar decoration, his thoughts were dull for a moment.

He was ready to give up sleep and leave this morning, but he didn't expect to sleep for an hour, and he forgot how he slept in the past.

Qiu Or looked at the energetic dick, and reluctantly borrowed the bathroom of someone else's house, planning to wash his face with cold water and go home to wash and deal with it.

Outside the bathroom was a basket of dirty clothes, on which the clothes that the young man had worn out for a while were layered, including a white four-cornered cotton inner storehouse.

Qiu He lowered his head and snorted, and said with a cold look in his eyes: "What a animal." ”

Chapter 206: Police Officer's Suspect

It was impossible for Qiu Or to do that kind of thing, his gaze turned on the underwear, and then retracted it.

The cold water didn't make the body any calmer, and it felt a little tricky.

Lin Weaving had a strange attraction to him, and of course this had only started yesterday.

Qiu Or tried to figure out the abnormality on Lin Zhi's body, but now not only can't figure it out, but has more confusion.

He didn't think in the direction of strange powers, which in the minds of materialist warriors was a path that would not be conceived.

Water droplets fell along the contours of Qiu He's eyebrows, and his deep facial features were like sharp blades soaked in snow water, revealing a sharp edge.

After walking out of the bathroom, Qiu Or saw shards of glass scattered on the small balcony.

His footsteps stopped, and an inexplicable thought flashed through his mind.

These debris may not be swept away by the owner of the house, but they will always be here, as if they were growing here, becoming a part of the house, and will be dusty and dusty for a long time.

…………

The golden light scattered over the city, bringing a slight scorching heat.

It was already nearly eleven o'clock when Lin Zhi opened his eyes, and he didn't have to ask 01 He also knew that Qiu or had already left.

Lin Zhi opened the blackout curtains, making the somewhat cold room a little lively.

After washing in the bathroom that came with the master bedroom, Lin Zhi walked out of the door.

The pot of rich bamboo that was moved in the corner of the living room last night had already returned to its original position, and the light spots that flickered to the surface were a little dazzling, and Lin Zhi covered his eyes and discovered the source of the light spots.

The glass on the balcony had been cleaned, and Lin Zhi squatted down, picked up the small "fish that slipped through the net", and threw it into the trash.

There may be debris in the corner that has not been cleaned, but in the light of the excessive sun, sooner or later it will be cleaned.

"Our police officers are really nice and kind."

Lin Zhi stretched and whispered playfully.

If this description is heard by the criminal police in Runing City and used on Qiu He's body, I am afraid that his jaw will drop in shock, especially the officers of the second detachment of the Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Wei Yunjun yawned and looked at the steely captain in admiration, there was a captain who fell from a building in the morning and rushed to the scene of the crime to deal with it, and when he came back, he continued to hold her and continue to watch the surveillance that she was about to look at.

The boss has been motionless for more than an hour, she followed and watched, her eyes were dazzled, and she didn't see when the murderer went in and when he came out.

The location of that place is more tricky, and the exit is a civilian camera of a residence, the pixels are not very clear, and it can only be photographed at a distance, not just facing the mouth of the alley.

Exit 2 is the convenience store, and the camera in front of the convenience store can cover the alleyway, and people who come and go will be included in it.

"You come here, is there something that flashes by?"

Qiu Or pressed the pause button and rewinded to replay.