I have a cub that escapes the boss

The artist quickly called up the photos that Zheng Xin had deleted.

The painter frowned, Jiang Lin took a deep breath, and said, "This guy, you let him roam free for so long..." At a glance, there were five or six girls who were victims, and many of the photos were unsightly.

He said to Ji Hanchuan: "I will tell the detachment here to keep an eye on this case."

Ji Hanchuan paused, and his tone was delicate, "That's not necessary, just arrest him and send him to the detention center."

Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows, looked at him, and seemed to disagree, "Mr. Han, you mean 'private'?"

Ji Hanchuan shrugged his shoulders, "It's not what I meant, but what the victim's parents meant."

He pointed to Mr. Liang and Mrs. Liang behind him, and mentioned Chutian on Meng Manwen's side.A few names fell into Jiang Lin's ears. Jiang Sir had no idea about them, but he also knew that after encountering such an incident, the girl's family would indeed be irrational and couldn't wait for the legal judgment.

He looked like he wanted to say something more.

But Ji Hanchuan twitched his lips and said, "After all, we have to wait for the verdict, maybe we can't wait, right?"

Jiang Lin paused for a moment.

He considered, remained silent... and finally said, "That's right."

At the moment, he died, and was reborn in the props of "Abyss Game".This made Jiang Lin switch from the NPC camp to the "game creature" camp.

He remembered something.

It turned out that this was not the first time he had died.

On top of the "Abyss Game" board game, there is another force that controls and overlooks everything.

They are all ants in it.

After the previous deaths, Jiang Lin never met a player who was willing to give the wandering ghost props to the painter.So when he realized that he couldn't control himself, he was afraid of hurting his cohabiting lover, so he left quickly, becoming an ordinary, featureless wandering soul in the city.

Occasionally, he would secretly take a look at Old Wu.

Several times, Jiang Lin felt that Old Wu might have found himself.

Cities are toppling, ushering in waves of disaster.At first, the painter tried his best to support him, and wanted to find Jiang Lin.But slowly, he himself has no time to care about him.

If Jiang Lin can avoid the players and live longer, then he may protect his lover in the dark.But if he is unlucky and encounters players at the beginning, and is torn up and eaten by the players' illustrated books, then Old Wu——

I don't know what mood it will be.

At the moment, being a ghost, although Jiang Lin still has the professional ethics of being Jiang Sir, but with the recovery of past memories, this professional ethics has faded.

He no longer objected to Han Chuan's statement.

Later, they heard Han Chuan say: "...I don't plan to stay here for long, I will leave tomorrow. Let's leave a contact information for each other, so we can contact each other later. If you encounter any trouble in the challenge, you can contact me." The man smiled and said, "To be precise, it's about helping each other."

As Han Chuan said, he took a sip of the amber tea in the cup and looked at the painter.There is leisure between the eyebrows and eyes.

Both the artist and Jiang Lin understood that although "Abyss Game" directly noticed the artist's actions just now, and even directly burned the hard disk of the artist's notebook, this man did not intend to give up.

What he calls "mutual help" is based on this.

The man even took out a piece of paper and listed all the positions on the board that all the players had played in the past nine days, saying: "Although I don't know what challenges and props most people have drawn, but knowing these, It might be helpful to you."

For ordinary people, this memory is already quite terrifying.

In fact, painters can also do this, so the mentality is still calm.But what really caught his attention was Han Chuan's attitude.

Intentionally or not, the other party talked to him about several players who had "cooperated", and finally concluded: "Everyone has their own advantages. Although there may be some worse situations in the future," zombies, insect plagues, and before that, there will be The coming, debilitating fog, "But I still don't think it's good to shout and kill at every turn, what do you think?"

This is Han Chuan's attitude.

He always aimed at "Abyss Game" itself, and at the same time, he didn't want to be an enemy of the players.

The artist asked politely: "Do other players know Mr. Han's opinion?" I have heard Han Chuan's introduction to the whole game before, and other aspects are easy to say, but Han Chuan mentioned "killing the player who stepped on the event box, The event will disappear", which made the artist a little concerned.

He also understood that this was "Abyss Game" provoking the relationship between the players.

In this way, Han Chuan's attitude is one thing, but whether other players buy it and be as "friendly" as Han Chuan is another matter.

Han Chuan glanced at him and said, "I don't know."

This is a bit of a misnomer.

But the painter and Jiang Lin both understood that Han Chuan might be a little helpless.

He wants to live in peace with other players, and because of his strength, he doesn't mind dealing with zombies and Zerg hordes.

But others probably don't mind.

On the way back, the painter was still driving.The rain poured on the glass in front of my eyes, and the water rippled on the road under the strong wind.Jiang Lin suddenly heard the artist ask: "Xiao Jiang, what's the matter, you didn't tell me?"

Jiang Lin looked sideways at him.

The weather is bad tonight, with little moonlight.There were no lights in the car, only a very dim light came in from outside.Through this faint light, he could see the painter's pursed lips, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes...

In Jiang Lin's memory, this was the time when the artist was at his best during the same period of time.

From this point of view, Han Chuan is indeed their "benefactor".But if Han Chuan pointed directly at the "game" and Lao Wu was treated as a gun by him, then after the end of the game, Han Chuan could still walk away, but Lao Wu and himself would stay for a long time.

Is it worth the risk?

Jiang Lin hesitated slightly.

During the period, the painter's voice became a little deeper and he said, "Xiao Jiang, are you trying to lie to me?"

Jiang Lin admitted: "Yes."

The painter smiled: "It seems difficult to deal with."

Jiang Lin said: "Yes, it is very difficult."

The painter thought about it and said, "Will he die?"

Jiang Lin said, "It's more serious."

The painter pondered: "Life is better than death? Can't you ask for death?"

He was clearly saying something serious and terrifying, but the artist's tone became more and more relaxed.This made Jiang Lin suddenly think that many years ago, he had just received the task of contacting the painter.In the leader's office, he got a stack of materials and listened to the analysis of the painter's personality and hobbies by himself.At that time, colleagues in other departments concluded: "... fear nothing, no fear, but still have morals."

When talking, colleagues cited various examples.Previously, Interpol had destroyed a human trafficking industry chain, and someone offered help anonymously.There are also groups in China who participated in that mission and cooperated together. Later, it was discovered that the anonymous person left a personal mark in the data provided, pointing to the artist.

It's almost ostentatious.

So when he first came into contact with him, Jiang Lin was a little surprised when he saw the tall and thin young man who was wearing a T-shirt casually, with messy hair.

It took him a while, and he finally matched the number of Wu Yan in front of him with the artist in the file.Wu Yan is lazy, but the painter is meticulous and careful.These two seemingly opposite qualities are strangely fused together in each other.

Wu Yan likes new things and excitement.

The painter collected all kinds of information on the dark web and sent them to the police in various countries. He received many warning letters. Some people even hung up his hunting order, and the painter turned against the general and hacked everything in the other party's hands with an almost mocking gesture. Electronic equipment.

He has a signature, using various encryption methods, and after unlocking it is: If you want to kill me, find me first.

Many people on the dark web hate him deeply.

And the painter didn't care.

After being with Jiang Lin, he said that Jiang Lin's work was too dangerous, and when he thought about himself, he felt a little guilty.Therefore, in the past few years, I have gradually withdrawn from the dark web, only accepting some regular jobs, and by the way, whitewashing my identity.

Up to now, Jiang Lin knows that there is only one Guangcheng left in their "whole world".And this world will close at some point, waiting for the next opening.

And when it is turned on next time, Jiang Lin may still remember everything, but the artist will forget everything——

Unless he is no longer an ordinary NPC.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lin said, "Almost."

The painter's hand on the steering wheel tightened slightly.

He suddenly said, "Xiao Jiang, there is one more thing."

Jiang Lin had just figured it out, but now he was open-minded and asked, "What?"

The painter said: "That 'Han Chuan' just now, is he really 'Han Chuan'?"

Jiang Lin was taken aback.

He asked cautiously, "What did you say?"

The painter slowly analyzed: "According to what he said, he knew my contact information because Shao Anyuan's son told him——this is no problem, Shao Anyuan's son does have this channel. But will Han Chuan know him?"

Jiang Lin blinked.

He's dead, no more heartbeat.

But now, listening to the painter's words, he still feels that his lover is smart and sexy... Perhaps the most attractive thing about the painter is his head.

The painter said: "The day he came to see me, I checked him."

Jiang Lin asked: "What did you find?"

In the painter's context, "checked out" means: He found out all eight generations of Han Chuan's ancestors, including how many deskmates the other party had when he was in elementary school, and what occupations those deskmates are now...all of them Clearly.

I'm afraid Han Chuan himself doesn't know this.

"It's very clean and clear." The painter said, "People from Foshi, primary and secondary schools are there. I came to Guangcheng for university and went to Guangmei. After graduation, I am at home in SOHO, and my bank statement looks healthy. I haven't seen it in the past two days." He paid off the mortgage. Although he doesn't know why, he hasn't lived in that house recently. Oh, maybe that house is haunted? But he won't be afraid."

As a game creature, Jiang Lin knows more than the painter.

Hearing this, he thought: Yes, you guessed it.

Jiang Lin: "Then?"

Painter: "The only problem is that Tiancheng's headquarters is in Haicheng, and Shao Anyuan made his fortune in Haicheng. His son," he simply stopped the car and started to investigate on the spot, "...he really has a boyfriend."

Although the computer is broken, the artist's mobile phone has undergone many modifications, and its function is no less than that of a computer.

Jiang Lin raised his eyebrows.

Not long after, the artist took a deep breath and opened a photo.

Outside the window was the sound of rain.

The artist saw the face of "Han Chuan" on the photo.

But the problem is, the owner of that photo is called "Ji Hanchuan".