I have a cub that escapes the boss

He thought of something, but couldn't believe it.

Mary urged: "Come on—you won't get water in your computer, will you?" She was a little worried.

The painter came back to his senses, his throat was a little dry, and he said, "No, I have a waterproof bag."

His heart was beating "poundingly", almost jumping out of his throat.

In the past, the painter felt that he was invincible.But at this moment, he realized that he still had such a side.

so cowardly.

He took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself mentally.But before that, he saw a figure reflected on the frosted glass in front of him.The painter realized painfully: it was Xiao Jiang.

Was he at the door all the time?

How long has he been standing at the door?

No, how long has he been back?Did he keep looking at me...

See me hesitate and struggle, see me not knowing how to deal with it.

Will Xiao Jiang be sad?

Thinking of this, the painter couldn't restrain himself anymore.He opened his mouth and called out, "Little Jiang?"

Jiang Lin's figure completely appeared.

He walked through the frosted glass door and appeared beside the painter.

When he went out in the morning, his skin was still the color of wheat from the sun.It is completely different from the overly pale skin that the painter came from staying at home all day.The artist mentioned before that he thought about doing tanning.But he also kissed Jiang Lin when he was intimate, and said with a smile: "But the place where Xiao Jiang is not exposed to the sun is very white."

It's completely different now.

His face was bluish-white, and the painter even saw some spots on Jiang Lin's face.His heart was like a knife, and he knew that there were corpse spots on Xiao Jiang's body.

How much pain he must have had.

The painters thought of this together.

Unable to restrain himself, he took a step forward, grabbed Jiang Lin, and pulled him into his arms.

At this moment, the artist felt: Even if Xiao Jiang will really turn into those ghosts in the urban rumors, I will recognize it.If we want to be together, we will always be together—but before that, he babbled again, saying, "Xiao Jiang, who is it?! I'll kill him first, and then I'll accompany you."

Jiang Lin paused, feeling complicated.

Because of the painter's embrace without gaps and without hesitation, and the faint hoarseness in the man's voice.Jiang Lin's skin has returned to its previous normal skin color, it is wheat, sunlight, and flowing honey.In the past, the painter was moved because of these, but now he only feels heartbroken.

Jiang Lin whispered: "It should be a prisoner who was caught before, and now he is out of prison. I saw half of his face at that time."

The painter's spirit froze: "Who? You still have to go to work, so it's not convenient to check in public, but we can privately..."

Jiang Lin said, "No need."

The painter paused, stepped back, looked at Jiang Lin, and said, "Xiao Jiang? Okay, I'll listen to you."

Jiang Lin looked at him.

He scanned the fine lines at the corners of the painter's eyes and thought: It has been so many years.

He turned to look at Mary and asked, "Who is your 'boss'?"

When he said this, his body faintly blocked the painter.

Mary watched the scene with interest.

Not only did she notice this detail, but the artist noticed it immediately.He was in a complicated mood, heartwarming and sour, thinking: Little Jiang is like this, he still wants to protect me.

After thinking for a moment, Mary replied: "The boss is a strange person."

The painter frowned, and Jiang Lin was even more furious.

He raised his hand abruptly and reached for the mirror.

Yet he cannot enter.

With one punch, the mirror shattered, and countless fragments fell to the ground, but they all avoided the painter standing in front of the mirror.At the same time, the painter saw cracks appearing on the wall behind the mirror.

Jiang Lin looked at all this coldly, turned his head and said, "Old Wu, there is no need for us to—"

He paused.

Those shattered mirrors actually floated up from the ground again and joined together in mid-air.

The blond girl from just now was reflected in it.It's just that the mirror was broken, leaving some stitching marks on her face.

She said, "Hey, are you too impatient?"

Jiang Lin said, "Old Wu, you go out first."

The painter thought: Why did I become Xiao Jiang's burden instead?

But the two have been together for many years, and the artist knows that his strengths are not in dealing with the current situation.So he nodded, without further ado, he was about to open the door——

Mary smiled and said, "Is there no mirror outside?"

The painter paused.

Jiang Lin was threatened, and the lights in the bathroom began to flicker.

Mary raised her hands in surrender: "I'm serious. The boss has something that can solve your situation—hey, your name is 'Jiang Lin'? You just died not long ago, and you have no way to control yourself. If this goes on, something will happen.”

Jiang Lin was bored, but at this moment, the painter held his arm.

Jiang Lin paused.

Many tyrannical emotions surged in his heart, but when he calmed down afterwards, Jiang Lin himself felt incredible.Once upon a time, all his dark sides were directed only at himself.But up to now, it seems a little out of control.

He thought: what if one day I hurt Lao Wu?

This possibility made Jiang Lin feel anxious.But while he was restless and unwilling to have accidents, he became more and more out of control, and the lights above his head flickered on and off.

In the vicious cycle, he tried his best to endure, stood aside, pursed his lips, and listened to the conversation between the artist and Mary.

When the matter developed to this point, Mary was also afraid that she would not be able to complete what Boss Han had asked her to do, so that she would be divided up by other illustrated books.

She has gone so far in this round, ranking faintly at the top of all illustrations.This "all illustrated book" not only refers to these colleagues in the hands of the boss, but also all the ghosts in the card pool that are included in the "Abyss Game" board game.Among them, what Mary hates the most is the female ghost hiding in the bracelet.As a "ghost", instead of improving yourself and fighting other ghosts, but taking advantage of the player's life, what is this?

Mary thought she had a strong sense of career, so she couldn't understand the behavior of the ghost.In the last game, she couldn't find a high-quality collaborator until the end, so she was defeated by hatred.Up to now, Mary is gearing up and can't wait, wanting to beat the other party to the point where she can't fight back.

She thought: I don't know if that guy has been drawn out.

Obviously, that guy didn't see Zhou Qin, so he didn't show up when Zhou Qin got the task of Lizhi Square.

But it's already the tenth day, what if... hey, what if she is the same as before, and at the end of the day, she reluctantly chooses a collaborator?

Thinking of this, Mary wanted to hum happily.

But she took into account the status quo and said seriously, "But I'm not sure whether the boss is willing to give it to you."

When the painter heard this, his heart felt at ease.

Han Chuan asked for something from himself.

I also want something from Han Chuan.

In this way, the two parties have a very stable trading relationship.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Lin, and within a short period of time, corpse spots appeared on Jiang Lin's face again.The artist felt very anxious, put his hand on Jiang Lin's arm, and said softly: "Little Jiang, let's try it?"

Jiang Lin pursed his lips and did not speak.

He was afraid that if he made a slight move, he would do something irreversible.

But the painter had gentle eyes and looked at him tenderly.

After a while, Jiang Lin nodded gently.

The artist took the computer and went downstairs to drive.As usual, Jiang Lin sat in the passenger seat.

Mary's figure appeared in the car window from time to time, but she was very conscientious and helped them avoid things that fell in the storm several times.

It was also this way, the artist thought for a moment, and then asked: "Xiao Jiang, that night..."

On rainy nights, Jiang Lin seemed to be calmer than when he was at home because "the matter has come to an end, it is useless to talk more".He replied: "We arrested people that day, and it was very late. It was too hard, so they said, let me go home and rest first, and go back the next morning."

This is obviously a good intention.

But it led to irreversible consequences.

Mary comforted: "Don't be too sad, the days will be longer in the future, it will be better if it becomes like this."

Jiang Lin looked at her.

Mary made a "slit mouth" motion and disappeared over the car window.

On the contrary, the artist was concerned about this, and asked: "Xiao Jiang, do you know what she meant by what she just said?"

Jiang Lin paused.

He pondered, not knowing how to speak.

The painter waited quietly.

After a while, Jiang Lin said, "Old Wu, I feel that from that day on, this world... will suddenly be different."

"Different?" This statement is too vague for the artist to understand.

Jiang Lin looked out the window and saw some flickering shadows.

He said: "I have a feeling. In Guangcheng, there are many things like me. Including the woman just now—what is she?"

The artist replied briefly: "Bloody Mary."

Jiang Lin smiled wryly, and said, "Ah, this is quite different from me."

After entering another world, he spontaneously understood many "rules" unique to that world.

"But at that intersection just now, there have been people wandering around, as if they were playing a game called 'eat food'... Oh, is the Zhujiang Bridge in front? There are also things on the bridge."

The painter sighed: "You said, why am I a little hairy."

Jiang Lin smiled slightly and said, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

The painter thought for a while, and agreed cheekily: "Okay, Xiao Jiang, I'll rub against you, and you mustn't give up all the time."