I have a cub that escapes the boss

The two people's train of thought didn't match. Fortunately, Ji Hanchuan quickly noticed and said, "I'm not talking about people."

The painter frowned.

Ji Hanchuan said, "Just say something, 'I believe in Bloody Mary'."

The painter curled his lips, feeling a little lost.He was going to take a stroll on the computers of all the people who knew his email address, so as to find out how the man named Han Chuan contacted him.

Although Ji Hanchuan couldn't see the painter himself, he could think of the other party's attitude.

Seeing that the painter didn't answer, he realized: Oh, this person doesn't believe it.

This is normal.At present, Guangcheng is an "ordinary" city after all.For the eight-figure population living in this city, their life is still normal, as in the past.

Players encounter ghosts and "Abyss Game".But for the residents of this city, this is a completely different dimension.

Therefore, the painter is completely unaware that the city has been quietly changing.

Ji Hanchuan puts himself in the shoes of others, thinking that if when he was in high school, someone came to him out of nowhere and said to himself, there are ghosts around, let him play a game of tricking ghosts——

Then he will also think that the other party is crazy.

So Ji Hanchuan understood the artist very well, and said: "It's okay, if you encounter problems in this area in the future, just find a reflective object and say this sentence three times. Now you can hang the video."

Painter: "..."

Obviously it was the other party who came looking for him, but the contemptuous attitude of the other party at this moment made the artist feel that he was the one who was sick.

The painter went to check Han Chuan's consumption records.Since a few days ago, Han Chuan's started not staying in hotels, and wandering around the city, just not doing business.Bought clothes, mobile phones... The painter began to inquire about the places where the other party appeared, and then searched for keywords about those low points.Soon, the results were clear: the bus bombing case, the case of eight small playground dismemberment.

The latter matter is absolutely hidden from the public, but it is not a secret to the painter as long as he has left traces on the Internet.

The painter frowned and thought: Is it a coincidence?

But in this way, the places Han Chuan went to these days are all crowded places, and there are not cases everywhere.

The video was cut off, and the artist wandered around the Internet, scanning the computers of those bastards he knew, but found no trace of contact with "Han Chuan".

This made the painter feel a little nervous.

Instinctively feel that something is wrong.But that man named Han Chuan is really too "normal". He has a complete resume and past. The artist even found the browsing history of the other party's pornographic websites a few days ago, and knows the other party's taste preferences.How could such an ordinary man with nothing special suddenly send himself such an email?

The painter couldn't figure it out.

A voice called himself came from outside the door, so the painter temporarily stopped searching, picked up the cold coffee at hand, and walked out of the room.

Inside and outside the room are two completely different worlds.

There is a row of computer screens in the room, with a gloomy light.

Outside the house is an ordinary living room.The painter's lover has just come home from get off work and is sweating all over his back.

The painter stepped forward, took the lover's bag naturally, and then exchanged a kiss with the other party.

At the end of the kiss, his lover smiled and said, "Well, take a bath?"

The painter said, "Let's go together."

His wife said, "Have you had dinner?" As he said, he walked to the kitchen, "I want to check."

The painter followed and put his arms around his lover's waist, "I ordered takeaway and left the plates behind. You can start washing when you come back."

The lover smiled again.Both he and the painter are in their thirties, and are even on the verge of age.However, because of his work, he has not neglected to exercise these years, so as he gets older, he has a tall and capable temperament among his peers.

His appearance is not very good-looking. He was a little handsome when he was young, but he was not very outstanding.Now he laughed, with gentle lines of laughter appearing around his eyes.In the eyes of the painter, it means "home".

But he refused the painter's proposal to take a bath together, saying, "I'll take a shower by myself. Just wash the dishes." After saying this, he yawned, "It's been a busy day, so I'm sleepy."

When the painter saw it, he didn't force it and said, "Okay."

He is about the same height as his lover, although he doesn't pay attention to his physical condition like his lover, but in order not to make too much difference, the two of them don't look like a couple when they go out, but like a "father and son", so the painter has always been training.If you don't compare with your lover's colleagues in the criminal police team, the painter is also considered to be in good shape.

He was humming a song while washing the dishes.The water flowed down.

Thinking of something, I suddenly shouted: "Xiao Jiang? The takeaway sent an extra serving of crab roe porridge before. I didn't eat it and put it in the refrigerator. Do you want to heat it up for you?"

The lover did not answer him.

The painter heard the sound of water dripping in the bathroom.So he felt that his lover was probably already taking a shower, so his voice was covered by the sound of running water.This is also unusual.

After washing the dishes, after thinking about it, he took out the crab roe porridge and put it in the pot, ready to heat it up.

If you were walking on the street, no one else would have thought that this middle-aged man with a square face, who looked very ordinary, would be a well-known boss in a certain circle.

However, there is a criminal policeman as a lover, and the painter is considered to be in the state of being "recruited".When domestic networks are attacked from abroad, painters often step in and take orders.

He and Jiang Lin didn't know each other.As a result, he hit the bed after hitting him.Then fight and fight, and become a partner to live together.Then, awkwardly changed from being a friend with a gun to a regular.

Although because of work, Jiang Lin would not wear the ring they bought together when he went to work.But they have been together for many years, and the two have been in love with each other, and their days are peaceful and peaceful.The only thing that the artist is slightly dissatisfied with is Jiang Lin's work.He was always worried that Jiang Lin would be in danger.

The crab roe porridge was poured into the pot, and soon it began to gurgle, overflowing with delicious fragrance.

The painter looked at the time and knew that Jiang Lin had been in the bathroom for 5 minutes.This is a bit inconsistent with the "combat bath" mentioned earlier.

However, he considered for a moment and still did not knock on the door.Instead, he walked to the TV, turned on the TV, and continued to ponder in his heart: what is the origin of that man named "Han Chuan".

At the same time, in the bathroom.

The water flowed down, passed through Jiang Lin's body, and fell to the ground.

Jiang Lin was ignorant and continued to "bath".

The heat was steaming, but there was no shadow of Jiang Lin in the mirror.

If the painter walked in at this moment, he would find a long knife mark on his lover's lower abdomen.The knife wound penetrated deep into the organs, almost cutting open Jiang Lin's abdomen, causing the internal organs to fall out.

But Jiang Lin didn't know.

After taking a shower, he turned off the water, wiped his hair carelessly with a towel, and unexpectedly found that his hair was already dry.Jiang Lin was slightly taken aback, his body became almost transparent at this moment.But on second thought, he took off the towel, touched it with his hand, and made sure: it seemed to be newly bought.

Maybe it's a new material.

He walks out of the bathroom.Even though he had just taken a shower, his body was still a little sticky and had an indescribably strange smell.

So Jiang Lin said: "Old Wu, is the shower gel at home newly bought? Don't buy this in the future."

The artist was slightly taken aback, and then replied: "Okay, let's change it."

Jiang Lin followed the aroma into the kitchen and saw the crab roe porridge in the pot.He laughed and said, "Exactly, I'm hungry."

He poured the porridge into a bowl and brought it to the sofa in the living room.There are two spoons in the bowl.

Jiang Lin said, "Let's eat together."

The painter was also polite, and said: "Okay." So he picked up the spoon and tasted it, "It tastes okay, but it's not as good as your mother's cooking before."

Jiang Lindao: "These are mass-produced food packages, but they are delivered to you in a bowl. The ones my mother cooks are fresh. Can they compare?"

As he spoke, he scooped up a mouthful and put it on his lips.

Eat it, but can't taste it.

Jiang Lin frowned slightly. The artist saw it and said, "Hey, is it that bad? I tasted it and it was okay."

Jiang Lin reckoned that he might not be really hungry, it was just a passing illusion before, so he said: "Then you eat."

The painter smiled, "Are you so disgusted?"

But at this age, he also knew that if Xiao Jiang said that, he really didn't want to eat it, and he wasn't being polite.

So the painter didn't push back and forth, but just snorted to finish the porridge, then stood up, "Okay, I'll wash the dishes, so you can brush your teeth and go to sleep."

Jiang Lin agreed, "Go to bed, it's getting late."

After the painter left the sofa, Jiang Lin also stood up.

But when he lowered his head, he saw that the place where he was sitting just now seemed to be wet, and there were still some porridge left.

Jiang Lin was slightly taken aback.

He muttered to himself: "Isn't it? I shook my hands back like this?" Can you spill a porridge?

He wiped off the porridge and rice on the sofa with toilet paper.The wet marks left behind have already seeped into the sofa cushions.Jiang Lin thought to himself, this is not good, it will attract more cockroaches.But it was already twelve o'clock tonight, so there was no time to wash anyway.

He thought about it for a moment, and thought: Forget it, tell Old Wu later.

Even though he made such a decision, after a while, when he went to bed and his lover came to kiss him, Jiang Lin forgot about the previous thing again.

The artist only kissed him briefly, and tasted the cool toothpaste from his lover's mouth.

He helped his lover press the quilt, and then said, "Go to sleep."

Jiang Lin closed his eyes in a daze, thinking that he hadn't eaten anything tonight, why he always felt something shaking in his stomach, as if there was something.