I have a cub that escapes the boss

The painter lit a cigarette with trembling hands.

Through the swirling smoke, he looked at the computer screen.

There was a buzzing in his ears, like a signal from some distant place.At that moment, he seemed to see something collapsed in front of him, and Jiang Lin's shadow was faintly revealed in the ashes of the bricks and stones.

He fell there, his face pale.In a modern office, the painter even saw Jiang Lin's autopsy report.His head was dizzy, and he didn't know what kind of mentality he was using to read word by word.After reading it like this, he suddenly felt that he didn't understand anything.

At this moment, the smoke also burned to the end.

The painter frowned and lit another one.

He and Jiang Lin discussed the issue of "quitting smoking" several times.

It's hard to say who made the first move.Both of them have the habit of smoking. When they first became friends with benefits, they often leaned against the head of the bed after finishing work, and the artist casually looked at his mobile phone—his mobile phone has been modified. If Xiao Jiang is more "aggressive" One point, you should come over and have a look.But Jiang Lin didn't.

So the painter was a little proud of a young man at that time, thinking that Xiao Jiang was not only approaching me for the task, he also wanted me.

Whether it's a picture of his smart brain, or a picture of his body that can make Xiao Jiang hoarse and say "slow down".

The painter was smoking a cigarette, complacent.

Jiang Lin rarely got up to take a shower or get dressed, but said, "Give me one."

The painter was a little surprised.

But he still politely handed over the cigarette case, watched Jiang Lin take out a cigarette from it, bit it in his mouth, then leaned over and lit it on the painter's cigarette.

He got very close.In the dim light, Jiang Lin's eyebrows became clearer and clearer in the eyes of the painter.At that moment, the painter felt that he was being stupid.He looked at Jiang Lin's forehead, a small mole on the forehead.The trembling eyelashes below—then Jiang Lin backed away, and his lips were a little red from the "movement" just now, slightly swollen with this excessive friction.Sexy and seductive.

The painter couldn't help himself.

He choked out his cigarette casually and put it on the ashtray on the bedside table.Xiao Jiang was in a trance, not knowing what she was thinking.At that time they hadn't talked, the painter watched coldly, thinking that Jiang Lin might be suffering from conscience.He also called Xiao Jiang "Awen" at that time, with a bit of hypocrisy that only he knew.

While yelling, he thought about the word "Jiang Lin" in his heart, and felt that this name was also very good.

He raised his hand and pinched Jiang Lin's cigarette away.

During this period, the painter's gaze was fixed on Jiang Lin's face.Seeing that he was confused at first, his eyebrows furrowed a little, and then they stretched out again, his voice was hoarse from overuse, and he said, "What are you doing?"

The painter leaned over to kiss him.

Jiang Lin said "No".Under the painter's kiss, his body quickly had other reactions.His fingers grasped the quilt cover vaguely at first, and then slipped down, pinching the bed sheet.Eyes closed, biting lip impatiently.It was pried open by the painter again.

The painter said: "Awen, don't hold back, call out."

Jiang Lin is very used to forbearance.This was determined by his growth environment, and his experience in the police academy further aggravated this personality trait.He was the student with the best performance in various physical fitness items among that batch of graduates, and he seemed not afraid of hardship or pain.The painter saw some large and small scars on his body, but Jiang Lin didn't care much about it.The painter even felt that sometimes when Jiang Lin looked at himself, there was a hint of "what kind of weak chicken is this" in his eyes.

Although in fact, the painter is slightly taller than Jiang Lin.Although the exercise was not as good as that of Xiao Jiang, the artist made a small program, entered various data about himself and Jiang Lin, and made a perfect plan.As long as he exercises according to that watch, he can surpass Xiao Jiang.

Both of their skins were drenched with sweat, which snaked down the grooves in their muscles.

Painter: "..." Don't say it, it's cool.

Ordinarily, the two of them are used to this, so they shouldn't talk about "quitting smoking".

But during that time, an old senior in the Jianglin Bureau had an accident at home.

That senior was a heavy smoker, he had smoked all his life, and he was fine, but his wife found out that he had a lung problem.When I went to see a doctor, the doctor carefully asked the old lady about her living habits, and finally said that although the genetic factors of cancer accounted for a large proportion, the old lady was still influenced by her predecessors in this situation.

She smoked secondhand smoke all her life.

The senior had supervised Jiang Lin for a while when he first joined the job, and there was somewhat of a master-student relationship between the two of them.In addition, the other party's children are not in Guangcheng, so Jiang Lin is busy with many things.

The painter looked at these and thought, when Xiao Jiang's parents had accidents one after another, he was either not by his side, or he was helpless.At this moment, I can finally do something.It is also a relief.

One day when he returned home, it was already very late, Jiang Lin thought that the painter had gone to bed early.He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, but the painter came over.We have been together for many years, so there is no need to hide too much, Jiang Lin only works as a painter to go to the bathroom.But the painter hugged him from behind and said, "Xiao Jiang, I miss you."

Jiang Lin was taken aback.

He took the toothbrush out of his mouth, took a mouthful of foam, and said, "Uncle Qi said today that he is going to quit smoking."

The artist commented indifferently: "Well, it's a good thing."

Jiang Lin said: "I was thinking, let's..."

The painter knew that he was uncomfortable, so he simply hugged him to relieve his longing, but he didn't do anything.As soon as Jiang Lin said this, he understood: "Oh, you want to quit too?"

Jiang Lin said "uh" and began to rinse his mouth.

The warm water was "gurgling" in his mouth, and Jiang Lin heard the painter ask: "Hey, do you love me?"

Jiang Lin was amused, his shoulders trembled, and he said, "Yes, I'm afraid you will continue to smoke second-hand smoke for the rest of your life, and you will be diagnosed with lung cancer in a few years."

The painter's eyelids trembled.

Jiang Lin didn't pay attention for a while, and continued: "...I don't serve you. And, you, don't make me sick."

The painter called him: "Xiao Jiang."

Jiang Lin: "Huh? I said Old Wu, if I get sick, you—"

He was stunned.

The painter even leaned over to kiss him.

His mouth still smelled of toothpaste, and his mind was dizzy after being kissed like this.It's not that he doesn't want to, the matter of Uncle Qi has taken up a lot of Jiang Lin's energy, but that's all.The most important part of his life is the work itself, followed by his life with Lao Wu.

But just now, Old Wu was so restrained, and now he is so excited, which makes Jiang Lin somewhat puzzled.

Seeing his unresponsive look, the painter couldn't laugh or cry, and reminded him: "Xiao Jiang, what did you just say?"

Jiang Lin was puzzled, and recalled: "I'm sick, will you run away?"

Painter: "..."

Painter: "No, the previous sentence."

Jiang Lin: "You're sick, so I won't take care of you?"

The painter muttered: "Duplicity." He didn't believe that Jiang Lin would leave him alone.

Jiang Lin: "Wait, what did you say?"

Painter: "It's not important, what about the previous sentence?"

Jiang Lin pondered.

The painter looked at him and saw that Jiang Lin's expression gradually turned to enlightenment.

The painter sighed: "Xiao Jiang, you just said 'forever'...do you want to spend a lifetime with me?"

Jiang Lin pursed his lips and stopped talking.

He thought he was crazy.

These words are too heavy, and Jiang Lin doesn't feel that he has anything to promise to others for a "lifetime".But he did say it just now.

So at this moment, Jiang Lin chose to keep his mouth shut.

The painter looked at him, not knowing what he saw, but his lips touched the corners of Jiang Lin's lips gently, and said, "It's okay, I'll wait for you." Waiting for you to be more psychologically prepared.

Jiang Lin thought: wait for me?Hey old Wu, do you really regard yourself as a lover?

But he didn't say it.

It is too inappropriate to say this at this moment.

Old Wu seemed very serious.

Fortunately, the artist was very considerate after all, and quickly said, "Have you eaten outside? There is soup left in the pot, let me serve you a bowl?"

Jiang Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I've even brushed my teeth before."

Even if this is revealed.

Since then, the two have not smoked for a long time.

But the back is still broken.

Mainly because of Jiang Lin's working environment.It is normal to investigate a case day and night. If the arrest operation is arranged at night, you will need to smoke to refresh yourself.Everyone else was smoking, and Jiang Lin inhaled second-hand smoke in the smog.He insisted on it at first, but later he felt that his persistence was stupid, and he was already smoking second-hand, so he might as well just smoke first-hand.

But at first he considered hiding it from the painter.

It was revealed later that the painter knew the nature of his lover's work, so he couldn't say anything, but the two made a gentleman's agreement, Jiang Lin could only accept cigarettes handed by others, and he could not buy them himself.

Jiang Lin said: "Then I can't just hang out with other people all the time? What's the matter?"

The artist thinks it makes sense.

He is a reasonable man.

So he revised his statement: "If this is the case, then I will buy it for you. Every day there is no shortage in the box, and you will report to me."

Jiang Lin just laughed: "Are you making a report? Are you my leader?"

The painter looked at him.

Jiang Lin's heart flickered, and he pondered: If the painter really had this idea, then maybe he would send himself out...

This will not work.

So he quickly cut through the mess and agreed, "Okay, that's the decision."

So there was always smoke in their house.

It's just that usually, the painter doesn't touch it, let alone smoke it.

But at this moment, looking at the text on the computer, he still couldn't read it after smoking the second one.This thing is too strange for the painter, he is restless, suspecting that he has gone crazy, so what is it with him this morning?No, that's obviously Xiao Jiang, the person next to him who has slept in the same bed for so many years, it's not impossible for him to recognize him.

So is the fucking world crazy, or am I crazy? !

He stood in front of the mirror, his eyes were red, and he washed his face with ice water.

Then go back to the room to look at the computer.This time, he took a deep breath first, lit a third cigarette, and pressed it directly on the back of his hand.

With a sound of "Zi", a small piece of flesh was burned.It hurts, but it also makes the painter freeze.He carefully looked at the police file, the date on it, and the method of death... His little Jiang, whose stomach was cut open alive, lay on the cold ground all night——

The painter's heart hurts like a knife.

How painful should Jiang Lin be?

He fell to the ground, bleeding away little by little, but there was no one else around him.

His lover is far away on the other side of the city. He doesn't know what happened to him or how much pain he has.

What was Jiang Lin thinking during the last period of his life?No, he suffered such a serious injury, would he still think about things?

But he stood up again.

Back home, as if nothing happened.

The muscles next to the artist's cheeks twitched slightly.

He hates it so much.

He hated the person who stabbed Jiang Lin to death, and also hated himself for not discovering everything.He felt sorry for Jiang Lin, and wanted to know what happened to Xiao Jiang who came home every night and went to work every day.

The painter was in the room, thinking for a long time.He hadn't eaten all day, and the storm outside had nothing to do with him.Until night fell, counting the time, Xiao Jiang might be going home soon.Finally, there was something else in the painter's dull eyes. He thought about all the horror movies he had watched in the past, and wondered if he should "explore" Xiao Jiang?He is Jiang Lin's lover, he has the right to know everything, and talk to Xiao Jiang.

The painter asked himself, and felt that as long as it was Jiang Lin, no matter what he became, he could accept it.

The problem is that--

Does Xiao Jiang know it herself?

If she exposes the truth, will she lose him instead?

The painter can't weigh it.

He didn't know how to choose, it was right.

As time went on, his face was cold and serious, and the fluorescent light from the computer shone on his face, making the artist look like a sculpture.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something.

That strange man from before...

A "virus" spreading to the real world?

"Bloody Mary"?

The painter's Adam's apple rolled.

He was even more sure: I am really crazy.

He actually stood up and rummaged through boxes and chests to find candles.

Although when the man explained to himself, what he said was very simple and casual, as long as he had a mirror.But the painter has more or less heard the legend of "Bloody Mary", and knows what is needed in the summoning ceremony.

On the one hand, he thought, should we wait until twelve midnight?On the one hand, I was worried about not having enough time, so I decided to try it first.

He went into the bathroom, closed the door and turned off the light, lit a candle, and placed it between himself and the mirror.

Then I took a deep breath and said those seven words.

The candle dimmed in front of him.

The candle was still flickering, and the painter keenly felt that there seemed to be something extra in the bathroom.

He should be afraid.

But thinking of Jiang Lin, the painter suddenly felt a lot more courageous.He said the second sentence, the same seven words.

The candle was completely extinguished.

The painter said the third sentence.

At this time, there was already a "guest" in the mirror in front of him.

Mary is in it.

She waited and waited.

Finally couldn't help but said: "If you can't see me, can you turn on the light?"

Painter: "..."

Sure enough, the whole world went crazy.