Criminal Investigation Notes

Love, like murder, will always be revealed. —Way Congreve

Lu Junchi lowered his head and stared at Su Hui. He was lying on the sofa, breathing shallowly, sleeping defenselessly.

For a moment, he suddenly had an urge to bow his head and kiss him, but in the end he stared at him, ran his fingertips across his slightly pale cheeks, and gave up.

That should be just nonsense after drunkenness, right?

It's like a compliment between friends.

Someone said that when he was joking with him before...

Lu Junchi admitted that in his daily relationship and case after case, his affection for Su Hui was growing day by day.

This person occupies an important position in his life, he always cares about him, he will feel happy when he sees him, and he will feel flustered when he stays away.

He admits that this is a sign of love, but he would rather guard him silently.

The closer it was to this time, the more hesitant he was.

He kept asking himself: Are you ready to say goodbye to the past, are you ready to start a relationship?

He is a cautious man who treats life and relationships like a case.When it all started, you can't wait to see all the situations, all the endings.

But there are so many variables in life, even the most meticulous person, there is no way to prevent all accidents and omissions, there are sorrows, joys, joys, and pains...

That may be the unique charm of life.

Lu Junchi is used to going all out and earnestly living, working and falling in love.

This habit, if it is consensual, can build a strong fortress for love.But if it is when the reality is not mature enough, it will become a huge pressure and a burden.

Now, he has matured a lot, past the age of desperate and desperate for love.He would consider other people's feelings more. Before he started, he was a little worried about hurting Su Hui.

Push Hemingway's clingy cat out of Su Hui's arms, and then he hugged Su Hui to the bed and lay down. When he returned to the living room, the screen of the notebook was still on, and an advertisement pop-up window popped up on it. .

[In your vicinity, 1231 people are browsing this website. 】

【Meeting the right person is the beginning of a relationship. 】

correct person.

Lu Junchi closed the ad on the dating website, but what appeared in his mind was a figure that didn't even have a specific face.

He thought that with the passage of time, that figure would gradually blur, but when he recalled that person, every bit of memory was so fresh that it was almost lifelike, overflowing with those unspeakable emotions.

The first time Lu Junchi heard the poet's code name was from someone else. Some people said that the poet is the most godly one in the behavior analysis team.

He thought that those who are too good will always be proud of their talents, so when he first left a comment to the poet to ask questions, he did not have the expectation that the poet would reply.

As a result, the poet replied him.

He hit the nail on the head, broke down the problem neatly, and asked at the end: "Understood?"

Inexplicably, he liked the poet's last rhetorical question very much, and he could feel his high spirits through the screen.

Clever, arrogant, with a little poisonous tongue, this is his initial impression of the poet.

In the beginning, they seemed to be familiar netizens who had never met. The poet would tirelessly answer his questions and patiently answer his questions. Whenever this happened, he would secretly marvel at the poet's analysis in his heart.

Sometimes they also talked about things other than the case, ranging from social hotspots to small breakfast shops. If the poet is really a poet, he thinks the poet should be a romantic poet.

I will sing the praises of truth, goodness and beauty with the most ardent emotions, and I will also use the most pungent language to criticize the darkness, criticize the current disadvantages, and the society.

He is a completely different existence from him.

He likes such poets, just like when he was a child he liked the collection of poems in his study, and he liked all the pure and free and beautiful things.

Lu Junchi tried to fantasize about the poet a little bit, and conceived the poet's appearance in his own world. This was the most romantic thing he, a science man without imagination, has ever done.

Once he talked to a poet about a case related to homosexuality, and mentioned the proportion of homosexuality. The poet said: "In fact, homosexuality in life can no longer be described by a few people. One percent of the adults in China are homosexuals. In some foreign countries, it even accounts for 3 to 8 percent, and on Earth, this is a human group of hundreds of millions.”

Yes, he is one in a billion.

He said to the poet, "Maybe it is because we have been taught that this is a wrong thing in our education since we were young. Many people hide it and suppress their own nature."

The poet replied to him: "Sometimes the more depressed you are, the more counterproductive you are."

What does poet mean?

Do poets discriminate against gays?

Lu Junchi had so many questions he wanted to ask, he edited and edited, but he never asked directly, "I also think that same-sex love is not a disordered desire, love will not be limited by anything. Everyone's The concept of mate selection is different, not every boy who reads a fairy tale will fall in love with a princess, maybe a prince.”

He also forgot which book it was in, as if he had seen a similar metaphor.

The poet on the opposite side was silent for a moment and said: "I only love the prince."

Lu Junchi was stunned. He heard the sound of breathing from the other end of the phone, as well as his own heartbeat.

"……Me too."

Recalling this conversation later, Lu Junchi felt that if he had been bolder at the time, he could actually say that you are like my prince.

He felt like a pious knight, willing to kneel at the poet's feet, and although he might be just one of his many admirers and suitors, he hoped to be by his side.

I don't know when this relationship started. He has never liked others. It was only at that moment that he realized that he probably liked poets.

In the poet's view of love, he believes that most people are visual animals, and they will be attracted by their appearance.

However, Lu Junchi felt that he was an emotional animal, more suitable for this kind of unrequited crush.

At that time, he had never met the poet, but the poet had met him, and mentioned to him, "I saw you in the yard just now, and that dark dress matches your temperament very well."

Later, when he bought clothes, he would always buy dark ones.

Once, they encountered an emergency and wanted to send the police to arrest a suspect. The poet said to him, "Come on, my little deputy Lu." That name scratched his heart like a cat's paw.

Fortunately, Lu Junchi has a calm personality, and he completed the task safely and without any danger.

Then came the New Year's holiday of that year. Lu Junchi usually has very few holidays. He never felt that the New Year's holiday was so long.When he came back to work, he finally added a private mobile phone number of the poet.

Lu Junchi was still very worried: "Your identity is kept secret, is it okay to give me your mobile phone number?"

The poet said: "Identity confidentiality is for our personal safety. Will you disclose my number?"

Lu Junchi hurriedly said: "Absolutely not." It was too late for him to protect him, and he would not do anything against him.

The poet said: "You are not a bad person, so it doesn't matter to you. Apart from being a profiler of the behavior analysis team, I am still a person, and I cannot live in a vacuum. Moreover, this mobile phone number is also assigned by the Municipal Bureau. Can't find out."

On the way back that day, he would recite these well-known numbers in his heart from time to time. These numbers seemed to have magical powers, and he couldn't help but jump for joy.

He really wanted to dial this number, and wanted to hear more about the poet's voice, but he was afraid of disturbing the poet.

When he got home, Lu Haochu took a look at him and asked, "Brother, did something good happen to you today?"

Only then did he realize that he had returned with a smile all the way.

Then one day, the poet complained to him that his family was urging him to find a girlfriend, and Lu Junchi said a few words of comfort.

The poet was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Lu Junchi, I seem to like you a little bit."

The clear and clear voice of the young man is straightforward when expressing his love.

At that time, a bird happened to fly by outside the window, and Lu Junchi held the phone for a long time without recovering.

The poet said: "... Is it a bit out of date, then just pretend you didn't hear it."

Lu Junchi was afraid that he would hang up the phone, he was so nervous that he could hear his own heartbeat: "No, I like you too." He paused and then whispered, "I really, really like you."

He felt that no matter how much the poet liked him, he seemed to love him a little more, but he never dared to say it, for fear that he would not be able to be even an ordinary friend. He felt that there was a big difference between the two, I would rather treat him silently.

But now, the poet took the initiative to bring it up.

Lu Junchi almost felt that that time was the best memory in his life.

In the beginning, neither of them mentioned meeting. It was a platonic relationship, and they liked each other, mostly by phone and chat.

Lu Junchi knows that loving someone is not a word, especially living in the current society and working together, they need to think more, and he will work hard to pave the way for these things.

Until Lu Junchi's business trip, he said to the poet: "I counted the stars you gave me, and there are already 99."

The poet said: "Then we will meet when you come back. I can give you the last star with my own hands."

Lu Junchi said: "Okay, I will finish the matter over there as soon as possible."

At that time, he thought a lot about the location of the first date, what kind of clothes to wear, where he would live in the future, and even how to introduce the other party to his family.

But he never imagined that the final result would be like that.

"Sorry, we can't meet."

He wanted to ask him to clarify the matter, but later, he never dialed the mobile phone number the poet gave him.

Recalling this, Lu Junchi felt his eye sockets a little sore, he closed the webpage in front of him, turned off the lights, and sat quietly in the dark.

He suddenly thought of a possibility, could the person he was looking for be Su Hui?

When he was with him, sometimes his figure overlapped with the poet.

If that was his poet...

He wanted to hold him in his arms and help him block the flames and bullets from all over the world.

The author has something to say: The countdown to the lost horse, after thinking about it, I changed the label, and the two chapters with excessive emotions are still placed at the end of the previous case.

Love, like murder, will always be revealed. —Way Congreve

I dabble in all the fairy tales a child can get their hands on, but I don't love princesses.I just love princes, especially princes who are killed, and princes who are dying. ——"Confessions of a Mask" Yukio Mishima