I have a cub that escapes the boss

After returning home, Jiang Lin completely forgot what he encountered on the dark path.But these days, he always felt that there was something strange about himself.

I always feel bored when I eat, so I lie on both sides, saying that I have a dinner with my colleagues at home, and then tell the group of guys in the office that Lao Wu has been waiting for me to go home for dinner these two days, probably because he was too busy a few days ago. Busy, leave people out in the cold.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the office booed and forgot what they had asked Jiang Lin earlier.

Lunch is more difficult to deal with.Fortunately, their interrogation work entered the later stage, and the others ate a meal in a hurry.In this way, although no one saw Captain Jiang serving the lunch box, they all acquiesced, thinking that Jiang Lin was just a little faster than everyone else.Some people joked about it and said to each other, "Why are you so lazy, look at Captain Jiang."

No one else thinks there is a problem.When he got home, Old Wu complained, but Jiang Lin knew in his heart that he was almost 40 years old, and no one was a young man. Old Wu only talked about it, but in the end, he still cared about him.

This made Jiang Lin very confused and confused.In all the free time, he would think: what the hell happened to me?

Stomach problems?I have to go to the hospital to check it out, right?

There is always a strange smell on my body, like sweat, with a subtle bloody smell, and like a dirty, garbage-filled path.These smells were not distinct, and Old Wu didn't smell them, but they kept lingering around Jiang Lin's nose.

The more time passed, the more he felt that there must be something wrong with him.

This morning, after waking up, he showered and washed.as usual.

But also different from usual.

He was in a daze, brushing his teeth under the shower head, without even looking in the mirror.Perhaps subconsciously, he also knew that something was wrong with him.

But this time, he was drying his hair with a towel and was about to leave the bathroom.Suddenly glanced back, looked at the wet floor of the bathing area - no problem.

It was this glance that made him realize: Why do I still have clothes on my arms?

I just... when did I wear clothes?

Jiang Lin froze in place.

He started to have a headache, and his figure faded a little in the bathroom.Something must have happened, but what happened? !

He almost disappeared into the bathroom.

At this moment, outside the house, the door was unlocked by a key, and the painter walked in with breakfast.

Although when I asked in the morning, Xiao Jiang said that he had no appetite, so he should go to the unit canteen to deal with it.But the painter still cared and bought Jiang Lin's favorite one.Whether your lover eats or not is one thing, but whether you care about it or not is another.In the past two days, Xiao Jiang has always been a little weird.

He called "Xiao Jiang".

The sound of "Xiao Jiang" made Jiang Lin, who was already very faint in the bathroom and on the verge of disappearing, affirmed.

His body was solidified again, and at this moment, he raised his eyes and looked at the mirror in front of him.

There was fog from the hot water on the mirror.He raised his hand to wipe it, but his hand penetrated the mirror.

Jiang Lin closed his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and rubbed again.Mostly concentrating on it, this time, he wiped a mark on the mirror, revealing a smooth mirror surface.And in the mirror, Jiang Lin was clearly reflected - the wall tiles behind him.

There is also the towel hanging on it, which is a pair with Lao Wu.

Only without himself.

Jiang Lin's pupils shrank slightly, and memories came back.But before that, he replied: "Nothing, right away."

Jiang Lin remembered the wound on his stomach.

He unbuttoned his clothes and looked down.The area around the wound showed a dead white color unique to corpses, completely different from the exposed face and arms.

But after realizing this, his face also had a layer of bluish gray.

Jiang Lin's hands trembled slightly.

He was confused for a moment, thinking: What am I doing now?

I want to go home.

But I didn't expect that I actually came home.

He thought of his recent work, his colleagues, and his lover's indifference to his state.At the same time think: "I" is back now, but what about my body?No, what about the corpse?

That road is not so remote, it is said that someone will report the crime at dawn the next day at the latest.The only good thing is that there is already another district over there, and the criminal police team on their side is not in charge.Otherwise, if the guys in the team passed by after someone reported the crime, they saw Captain Jiang's body.Afterwards, Jiang Lin went to work again, how scary was that?

He pinched his clothes, turned his head, and looked at the bathroom door.

It was a layer of frosted glass.In fact, the artist cannot be seen from it.But at this moment, Jiang Lin leaned over and his body passed through the glass.He saw his lover busy in the kitchen.

Jiang Lin was almost frightened by his actions.

He hurried back to the bathroom, and stared at the wound for a long time.

He realized in a trance: But I don't want to leave.

I'm in my thirties, approaching forty.I thought I was ready to sacrifice a long time ago. In fact, when I first joined the team, I really didn't care about life and death.

When Jiang Lin was studying in the police academy, he sent away his mother who had been sick for many years.After that, his father committed suicide and left a suicide note, saying that he didn't want to drag his son down.

The body was at home, and no one found it for a long time.It was only later that the neighbors noticed something was wrong, called the police, and asked people from the community to open the door. Only then did the police see the decomposed bodies of the couple.

When Jiang Lin's learned all this, he almost collapsed.

He had no idea what kind of belief he had in order to persist in finishing the remaining two years of the police academy.After joining the team, he himself felt that he would not pass the psychological test.But before the real test, he read a news report that a policeman had died in the line of duty.

At that moment, Jiang Lin once again found the meaning of his life.

He occasionally felt that the reason why the painter fell in love with him was probably because Jiang Lin was a contradictory entity.On the outside, he is a bright and upright captain of the criminal police team—of course, when he met Jiang Lin, he was just an ordinary member.But in his heart, only Jiang Lin knew how many mildew spots there were in that gloomy corner.

He didn't feel like he was alive at the time.

It was an accident to have a relationship with the painter.At that time, the artist was quite surprised and asked him, if other people found out, would it affect your work.

Jiang Lin felt that it didn't matter.

He doesn't care about other people's eyes, he is painful and gloomy, all of which are hidden under that upright appearance.

At the beginning, the two went to bed by accident.

That day, the artist was smoking a cigarette, sitting on the bedside, and suddenly called him: "Little Jiang."

Jiang Lin suddenly turned around——

Does he know his real name? !

Maybe it's the obviousness of his expression.At that moment, the painter flicked the cigarette ash, seemed to be amused, and said, "You dare to sleep with me, why are you so frightened?"

Jiang Lin's expression was gloomy.

The painter squinted his eyes, took another puff of cigarette, and said, "Hey, don't say you were upset at that moment."

The painter is about three years older than Jiang Lin.At that time, Jiang Lin had just graduated from the police academy, and the painter was also a cynical, old, and second-year-old child.

He looked at Jiang Lin with a smile, and said narrowly, "I'm quite happy, have you ever had a boyfriend before?"

Jiang Lin looked at him.

The room was dark, with only one light on, the wall lamp.

The light from the wall lamp fell on the painter's shoulders and face, making his facial features suddenly deep.He looked at Jiang Lin, but Jiang Lin was farther away from the lamp, so the painter narrowed his eyes slightly, still smiled, and said, "I know you didn't."

He thought about it, and didn't say anything about Jiang Lin's family, but slowly reported his roommate's name, where he worked at the police academy, the counselor's name, and his resume.Finally, several community workers that Jiang Lin is familiar with are also mentioned.

Previously, Jiang Lin contacted him because of an information leakage case, and the organization gave him a false identity.

But it turned out that his real name and origin had long been hidden from the painter.

He stood up suddenly, pulled his clothes from the side, and was about to leave the room.

The painter looked at his back.

The line of sight slides from the neck to the back, and a little further down.He licked his lips and said, "Little Jiang, are you really afraid of me?"

Jiang Lin paused.

His mind was confused and he couldn't figure out what the painter was thinking.

Then I heard the artist say: "But I like you very much." There was a bit of regret in his tone, "I originally thought that if you nodded, then I could be your first love—hey, why are you still shaking?"

Jiang Lin turned to look at him.

He asked, "Do you want Zhao Wenzu to be your boyfriend, or Jiang Lin?"

"Zhao Wenzu" was the name of his false identity.

The painter smiled and said, "Isn't that all you?"

Jiang Lin looked down at him from above.

The painter's eyes fell between his brows and eyes.

He said: "Oh, I see. Xiao Jiang, you still take me as the object of the task."

He sighed helplessly and complained: "You are too hurtful. I am sincere and want to talk to you as friends."

That's what he said, but since the two of them are really "too honest with each other" at the moment, Jiang Lin is more inclined to listen to his words at a discount.

Even so, he made quick calculations and thought: Up to now, no criminal evidence of the painter has been caught.

Although I can't figure out what the artist's intention is, but if I nod myself, maybe it will help the mission continue?

Jiang Lin didn't know until later that the higher-ups had already contacted the painter, trying to recruit him.

And at the moment when he knew about it, he recalled what happened back then, and a thought came to his mind: He was actually teasing me, right?

But what about me?How am I feeling?

He thought for a long time.

He felt that he contacted the painter with a purpose, so what qualifications did he have to say that the painter was teasing him.

The painter has been recruited, and his identity can be regarded as whitewashed.He has done some things before, but they are not serious, and the organization will not blame him for the past.

Jiang Lin regained his identity, and "Zhao Wenzu" disappeared into the world.Ordinarily, Zhao Wenzu's love relationship should also disappear together.

But the artist naturally adjusted his role from "boyfriend of unemployed Zhao Wenzu" to "boyfriend of criminal police member Jiang Lin".

He plausibly said, "Let's make an agreement at the time, you and Zhao Wenzu, to put it bluntly, are alone."

Jiang Lin: "..."

That's right.

In front of the painter, the identity of "Zhao Wenzu" probably never existed from the very beginning.

But the painter's attitude still made him hesitate and bewildered.

To talk about teasing, this has been teasing for too long, right?

Jiang Lin has some understanding of domestic sexual minorities.

He doesn't consider himself gay.Even after being with the painter for ten years, Jiang Lin's perception of himself is still the same.

If the painter is a woman, he will also sleep with the painter out of the psychology of getting in touch with the mission target.

Of course, this matter is a little hard to say.The one who sent Jiang Lin to contact the painter was later promoted. Before he left, everyone had dinner. He drank and waited for the people to leave. He asked Jiang Lin alone, when did he and the painter meet?

Jiang Lin always said that it was after he knew that the painter was already a member of the treasury.

He didn't want to add a psychological burden to the old leader.

He has the morality and value system of ordinary people.But this made Jiang Lin realize that he was just a monster growing up in it.

Only the painter, another monster, can become his home.

But this is not inconsistent with his desire to help other people and make the world a little bit better as much as he can.

People are multifaceted.The past experience made Jiang Lin never hesitate to give his life for some things, and it also made him see clearly the self curled up in the dark under the bright sun.

After the painter pulled him out a little, made him an unclear and unattractive "sacrifice"—it wasn't even a "sacrifice"—after that, besides "finally waiting for this day", there was another similar to the "sacrifice" conflicting thoughts.

He began to miss Old Wu.

He is homesick.

He may have been changed, no longer the little monster looking out in the dark.

He heard from Old Wu that if he didn't go out, Old Wu would come in.

The footsteps outside were getting closer, and Jiang Lin's body became more and more solid in the bathroom.

He rearranged his clothes so that he still looked normal and normal.

Then he opened the door, just facing the painter who appeared at the door.

The painter looked at him, straight to the point, and said, "Xiao Jiang, do you have something to hide from me?"

Jiang Lin went out a little, and closed the bathroom door first, to make sure that the painter would not see his own reflection in the mirror.It's scary to think about it.

He smiled and said, "What are you thinking, I have something to hide from you?"

The painter narrowed his eyes and said, "Sure enough."

Jiang Lin denied: "No."

But he didn't deny it very hard.

The painter said, "I'm going to the toilet."

Jiang Lin hesitated, and said, "No need, I have to go to work... Hey, what are you doing?"

He watched the painter walk into the bathroom, find nothing, and come out confused.