Chasing the Mist

The snow fell on and off throughout the day, especially during the evening rush hour.

In the parking lot of the Municipal Bureau, the Land Rover on the far left hadn't been moved for a day, and a thick layer of snow was squeezed on the roof.

Gu Xun walked towards the snow, opened the car door, leaned in, turned on the engine and air conditioner, closed the door again, and stood outside to clear the car of snow.

The cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew wantonly, blowing on his face like a knife cut, he pulled the big hat of the down jacket behind him and put it on the top of his head, his upper and lower teeth were fighting uncontrollably, shouting while clearing the snow: "Three nine four nine, Freeze the old dog."

When he entered the car again, the warm air had already blown away the cold air. His hands, which were frozen red, were sore and swollen after being blown by the warm air. He moved his hands for a while, lit a cigarette, and held it to his mouth.

The car drove out of the city bureau slowly, and a familiar figure came into Gu Xun's eyes in front of the advertising light board at the bus stop.

Goose feather snow was flying all over the sky, and there were not many people waiting for the bus. Lin Yiran put his hands in his pockets, and his eyes were fixed on the bus lane in the distance. He stood upright like a tree, out of tune with the passengers pacing back and forth around him.

Gu Xun slowed down, pressed half of the window, glanced at him, and said briefly and forcefully: "Come up."

The weather was too cold, but Lin Yiran didn't refuse. He opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot. The car was very well heated. After a while, the padded clothes couldn't be worn anymore. He took them off, folded them, hugged them in his arms, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

"Among the crowds, there are you and me, meeting each other and thinking about each other..."

Dou Wei's voice was infinitely amplified in the car, Gu Xun seemed to hear his own breathing, the car of two people was actually quieter than one person.

After driving silently for half an hour, the car turned into an old community, at the entrance of a supermarket, and Gu Xun stopped the car. After a while, he came back with a few bags of fruits and vegetables and threw them into the back seat of the car.

Unscrew the lock and enter the door, the heating is blowing warmly, there are many old photos and medals hanging on the wall of the living room, under the photos are mahogany benches with a sense of age, the balcony inside is the world of flowers, birds and fish, the house has two bedrooms and one living room, like An elderly man, it is hard to imagine that there are two young people living here.

Gu Xun took off his down jacket, put it on the hanger, turned around and walked into the kitchen, washing rice and vegetables. After four or 10 minutes of busy work in silence, two dishes, one soup, and two bowls of rice were set on the dining table, and he yelled in the direction of the second bedroom, " Have a meal."

Lin Yiran changed into loose sportswear, walked over unhurriedly, sat down in the empty seat, and ate with his head bowed.

After taking two bites, Gu Xun suddenly lost his appetite, put down the bowl and chopsticks, leaned his upper body back, smoked with one hand, rested his hand on the back of the seat, crossed his legs, and stared at Lin Yiran intently.

Lin Yiran ate sullenly, turning a blind eye to him.

"Let's talk." The smoke covered Gu Xun's face, his expression was vague.

Lin Yiran put away the bowl, turned around and walked to the kitchen, his dark eyes were like pools of water, quiet and deep, he said lightly: "There is nothing to talk about."

An understatement, like a stone smashed into Gu Xun's heart lake, there were layers of ripples in an instant, and the anger rushed out. He strode forward, grabbed Lin Yiran by the neck and pulled him forward.

The surprise in Lin Yiran's eyes disappeared quickly, and he returned to his usual calmness. When he was dragged away by Gu Xun, he still did not forget to put the bowls and chopsticks on the table again.

Gu Xun pushed hard, and Lin Yiran sat firmly on the mahogany bench. Before he could sit still, he heard a "click", and his wrists were handcuffed to the arm of the bench.

Gu Xun pulled up a chair and sat across from him, lit another cigarette, and took a deep puff, "Lin Yiran, I still say what I said four years ago, you are not suitable to be a criminal police officer."

The smoke was heavy, Lin Yiran coughed twice, turned his head towards the balcony to take a breath of fresh air, and chuckled lightly: "Why isn't it suitable? Team Gu might as well talk about it."

Gu Xun lifted the corner of his clothes, revealing the scar on his waist, "You beat me two years ago." He put down his clothes, and said in a more emphatic tone: "Curious, gloomy, violent, like a"

In the middle of speaking, Lin Yiran abruptly interrupted, "Like a monster?"

Lin Yiran smiled ironically, pouring gasoline on Gu Xun's heart like a barrel of gasoline. He stepped forward and pressed his elbow against Lin Yiran's throat, "Yes, like a dark monster that can't see the light."

Lin also didn't move, and he didn't fight back. The suffocation made his face redder and redder, but the sneer on his lips was still there.

He didn't fight back fiercely, Gu Xun was like punching cotton, he had nowhere to focus, and lost interest for a moment, he let go, his body softened, and he slumped on the chair, "You can fool others, but you can't fool yourself. Is there a psychological problem?" , you know best, if you insist on being a criminal police officer, I have nothing to say, but my team will never accept you, there are many excellent criminal police officers in the city bureau, let others take you."

Gu Xun uncuffed the handcuffs, turned around and walked back to the room without even looking at him. The door of the master bedroom, which was open all the year round, slammed shut. He was so exhausted that he fell on the bed, staring at the ceiling, not thinking, say.

Usually before the three sentences were finished, Lin Yiran would strike first, and Gu Xun also fought back mercilessly. They fought like strangers. Although their skin hurt, their hearts were extremely happy.

If he didn't fight back, Gu Xun suddenly became unaccustomed to it, and his heart was stuffy, stuck there like a stone, unable to spit out or swallow, it was really tormenting.

Gu Xun looked at the ceiling, and suddenly remembered that 12 years ago, he was 17 years old, and he was still a middle school boy who didn't know the heights of the world. One day when he came home from school, he saw his uncle and grandpa chatting on the balcony. There was a strange boy sitting on the bench. The boy's eyes It is red from crying, and its skin is very white. It looks like a rabbit from a distance, which is very cute.

From that day on, Lin Yiran moved into Gu's house. Mr. Gu's house was not big, so the two children had to squeeze into one room. Gu Xun, a young man with a big nerve, was enthusiastic and cheerful, and actively accepted his new brother who fell from the sky. Playing crazy, in five years, the rabbit turned into a little cheetah.

At the age of 22, Gu Xun's beloved grandfather passed away, and then graduation, work, and lovelorn came one after another, and life changed drastically. He was so busy every day that he fell asleep when he came home, and unconsciously ignored Lin Yiran. For the delicate relationship between them Change, also totally unaware.

One is busy with work and the other is busy with reading.

They lived in the same room, but the interaction became less and less. Gradually, Lin Yiran stopped calling him brother, and even stopped talking to him.

When Gu Xun realized the problem, he took the initiative to approach him, but all he got was sarcastic remarks. As time passed, his patience wore off, and the relationship between the two brothers rose from being cold and violent to fighting each other.

Seven years have passed, and instead of improving, the relationship has become more and more intense. Lin Yiran's inexplicable changes have made Gu Xun confused for seven years, and it has become an unsolved mystery.

Thinking of the past, his heart suddenly softened. That incident left an indelible trauma on Lin Yiran's childhood, his temperament changed drastically, and he had psychological problems, which are also normal phenomena. Thinking of this, more than half of his anger disappeared.

Gu Xun stood up, took out the cigarette, and smoked it again. The moment he flicked the ash, he caught a glimpse of a small goldfish made of plastic string on the keychain. He hung it on his index finger and looked carefully. The whole body of the small goldfish had faded and turned yellow. He kept it as a birthday present by his side, and it has been ten years before he knew it.

He sighed faintly, gathered his five fingers together and held the car key in his palm, walked out of the bedroom with long legs, knocked on the door of Lin Yiran's room, and pushed it open.

Lin Yiran lowered his head to read the book, turning a blind eye to the uninvited guests who entered the door.

With a sound of "dang", the car keys were thrown on the table.

Gu Xun took out the book Lin Yiran was reading, closed it and put it aside, "I will move to the dormitory tomorrow, and I will drive the car to and from get off work for you."

Lin Yiran took back the book and spread it out, continuing to read.

Gu Xunchu was at a loss next to him, he could hear needles falling in the room, and there was a deathly silence. Cold violence was far more tormenting than fist encounters. He raised his foot to leave, but Lin Yiran suddenly raised his head and said firmly, "From the scene of the crime , a murderer male, between 35 and 40 years old, in good health, owns a house and a car and is economically superior, pursues perfection in everything he does, is a perfect man in the eyes of women, longs for love, and hates women, he has a marriage or relationship that outsiders envy and envy, in fact This feeling is riddled with holes.”

Gu Xun paused, leaned against the door frame behind him, crossed his arms, crossed his long legs, and squinted at him with a faint smile on his lips, "Portrait of the suspect? You are Lin Yiran, not Fang Mu, Read less suspense novels."

You are Lin Yiran, a cold and surly monster in the dark night.

You are not worthy of being a policeman, you are only worthy of living in a bloody nightmare for the rest of your life.

Lin Yiran didn't speak, but let out a sneer from his nose.

Accustomed to the cynical way of communication, Gu Xun didn't notice the small waves in Lin Yiran's eyes, and said to himself: "The real case is far more terrifying than the novel. I understand how you want to study criminal psychology. It's just absurd to draw conclusions rashly." He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke slowly: "Take a steady road first, and then run."

The way he spoke was like an elder educating his children, lofty and insurmountable. Lin Yiran felt restless in his heart, grabbed him by the collar, and punched him hard on the face.

Half of the cigarette at the corner of Gu Xun's mouth fell to the ground, and the tip of his tongue smelled of blood. He raised his hand to wipe the edge of his mouth, and pointed to a piece of bright red blood, "Damn!" He raised his foot and kicked Lin Yiran.

With a "boom", Lin Yiran was kicked and fell to the ground. He supported the ground with one hand and covered his belly with the other. The anger in his eyes almost burned Gu Xun to ashes.

Gu Xun bent down and mercilessly punched him in the face.

After being punched and kicked, Lin Yiran hugged Gu Xun's neck like an enraged beast, and fell to the ground.

Gu Xun nimbly dodged the fist, grabbed his wrist and pinched it down forcefully, feeling the pain, Lin Yiran's face twitched slightly.

Seeing him in pain, Gu Xun showed a satisfied smile.

This smile irritated Lin Yiran, and in desperation, he lowered his head and bit Gu Xun's stiff arm, using his teeth hard, and then harder, until he heard Gu Xun's cursing in his ears before letting go.

Lin Yiran was lying on the floor panting heavily, his peach blossom eyes were like a grassland that had been burned by fire, it was gray and lifeless.

Gu Xun was also tired, lying on the ground without getting up, turned his head to look at the blood-red tooth marks on his arm, and said indifferently: "The head of an adult woman weighs about 1400 grams, and the ice wrapped around the head is about 3500 grams. With an area of ​​50 square meters, it takes a lot of physical strength to climb over the fence and transport the head to the location of the Lover's Bridge. Secondly, the facial makeup of the deceased may seem delicate, but upon closer inspection, you can find flaws in the eye makeup and lip makeup. It shows that the person who made up the makeup is not skilled enough, and summing up the above two points, the murderer is more likely to be an adult male, and he is in good health." His voice was like a pen running across paper, hoarse and textured.

Gu Xun sat up, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, and lit it, "The head of the deceased was made into an ice sculpture, but the makeup on the face was not damaged at all. It can be seen that the makeup was made of high-end cosmetics with good waterproof effect. Dividing the corpse An independent and hidden space is needed, and transportation is needed for throwing the corpse. Based on these, you can infer that the murderer has a house and a car, and the economy is superior, but the independent and hidden space may be a wooden house in the mountains, a yard in the village, or a means of transportation in addition to villas and mansions. There are more types. In short, sharp eyes and experienced detectives can tell the portrait of the suspect in your mouth."

Lin also didn't move or speak, just like a statue.

Gu Xun couldn't read his mind, the smoke between his fingers went out and turned on again, and he continued: "Today the punch fell on my face, you can be safe, if you can't control your temper in the interrogation in the future, do something to the suspect, The consequences are not so simple, Lin is also...you are too dangerous."

The smoke was blocked in the middle like a wall, and Lin Yiran coughed violently. After some time, the smoke cleared and the people on the other side of the wall disappeared.