[L Yue] Give me a forever lie

I met Ye Shenjun in November, a snowy night.

I had just come back from outside.In order to discuss the content of the new magazine serialization, occasionally I have to go to the publishing house in person to meet my editor, Mr. Du.

The law and order in the area where we live is somewhat chaotic.The landlord rents the house and does not ask for the tenant's information.And it is for this reason that I live here.In order to create, I need a certain sense of chaos that the place brings me.

So it's not surprising that cases happen.

When I came back that day, I saw a young man in a small alley covered with snow.In front of him was a corpse with a knife stuck in it.The red blood has merged into the ice and snow, forming weird patterns.

I hurried forward to stop him, he was scared, trembling, looking at me.The snow reflected the light of the street lamp and hit his face, making him look very pale.I noticed that the young man looked less than 20 years old, with light-colored hair and eyes that did not match the Japanese, showing a transparent texture under the street lamp.His countenance was pleasant even in the shadow of the street lamps.

"What should I do? I just found out about this..." he said to me weakly.

I glanced at him, then at the corpse: a man lying face down on the ground with a knife running through his back.

If I were a cop, I'd probably be able to get close to the body and examine it, but I'm just a detective novelist.I have something to go back, and I am very afraid of trouble.

"Are you the first to discover the body?" So I asked. "Should keep calm now and call the police?"

"That's the problem." He stared at me, hesitating a little. "I also want to tell the truth to the police, but they will definitely ask me about my identity."

"Is there a problem?"

"Please, I ran away from home and haven't found a place to live yet. And my father is a member of the Metropolitan Police Department. I don't want him to think that I have anything to do with the incident."

I looked at the boy in front of me seriously again. He spoke frankly, not like a lie.

"Then what are you going to do? You are the one who found the body."

"You can report the case on my behalf."

"How does this work?" The first finder often has a significant connection to the case.I thought like this, and didn't express my inner thoughts. "You can't run away from the scene."

He glared at me, and finally, with a sigh of resignation, "Well...if you could cover up the whole thing for me...I'd love it."

As he spoke, he took out a student ID card from his pocket and showed it to me.This is how I confirmed his name and identity. 17 years old, a high school senior.Appeared in front of me as a "homeless" on this snowy night.

I could only nod my head temporarily, and called the police first.

The police took us separately for questioning, which lasted until midnight.I don't know what kind of interrogation Ye Shen encountered, I only know that they dug out every detail of me and questioned me in detail before releasing me in the end.

As for the details of the case, I think no one will tell me.

The next morning, when I came out of the police station, Yagami stood outside the door and even smiled a little when he saw me.In the sun he looked much more upbeat than he had been the night before.

"How's it going?" He asked as soon as he saw me. "Did they ask about me?"

"I told the truth." I replied flatly, with an ominous premonition of getting into trouble.

I'm just an ordinary reasoning writer, and I don't really want the murder incident to happen suddenly in front of me. What happened last night has already made me feel uncomfortable.

"...Oh, well." He said with some concern. "I hope father doesn't come to take charge of this case-but this is a murder case, and the possibility of him coming is too great."

I can see that the relationship between Ye Shenjun and his father should be quite delicate and sensitive.Out of the intuition of a novelist, I suddenly became concerned.

"You're still a student, why do you hang out at night?"

He smiled at me: "How about going to have breakfast together? I need to take a break, and then I will tell you the story."

With the intention of "collecting materials", I nodded in agreement.

I haven't dispelled the vague doubts I had about him last night... Maybe this is also a bad habit of being a speculative novelist.

He seemed to be quite familiar with the area around the police station, and led me to a nearby fast food restaurant.There were still a few students sitting there.He ordered some food without sugar, and just put it in front of me - I couldn't help but feel like sighing.

"Actually, it's like the situation I told you yesterday." He told me. "I had a fight with my family recently... so I ran out by myself. To be honest, I was also scared when this happened."

"What's the reason for the quarrel?"

Although Ye Shenyue tried to show me an innocent expression, but I will not let him go so easily.He himself may not have noticed that his attitude seemed too deliberate, but instead seemed to be covering up something.

His tone of speech is relatively stable, his words are elegant, and his response is quick.Just from these experiences of getting along, I know that this is a character with a very clever mind.Recovered from the case within a day, which also felt quite caring.It seems unnatural for such a confident character to choose such a naive problem-solving method as "run away from home".

Of course, my doubts would not be conveyed to his eyes. Years of living in isolation have made me less expressive.So he answered frankly: "It's because of my father."

"Oh? Ye Shen-jun said earlier that his father is a policeman, right?"

"Yes, I've been targeting him since I was a kid... but something has gone wrong lately."

"why?"

"We had an argument."

"What's the reason for the quarrel?"

"Something small."

I said, "Will a father and son fall out like this over some trivial matter?"

"Oh, how should I put it, our family is like that." Ye Shen smiled wryly. "Although it's just a small matter, no one can compromise... I don't want to go back."

He seemed unwilling to go any further.I think the word "father" is what I lack in my life. I grew up in an orphanage, so I really can't understand this emotion.But think about how much I don't like being around people-even family members, can't stand each other, is it natural?

"Then what are your plans for the future?" I continued the topic.

"Ah, I originally wanted to come out to rent a house, and I had an appointment to see the house, so I walked around there." He took out a rental advertisement from his pocket and handed it to me.

"This is……"

Just like a joke, I saw my address on the rental advertisement.