death office

Dark clouds rolled over the sky, occasionally white lightning appeared from among the clouds, followed by a dull thunder, like two armies facing each other, the oppressive atmosphere made people breathless.

Mulan woke up from her dream and looked out of the window. It was not evening yet, the sky was already completely dark, and the curtains were rattling by the strong wind. She got up, walked to the window and closed it.

The room suddenly became darker.

She walked out of the room, but there was no one in the living room, everything was quiet, and the thunder was more clearly heard in the silence.

It started to rain outside, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the window, tick-tock, making the listeners irritated for no reason, and she gradually felt a palpitation that could not be calmed down.

After thinking about it, Mu Lan found an umbrella, opened the door and walked out.

She didn't change her clothes, she was still wearing the nightdress she had just taken a nap.The wind blew violently, mixed with rain, hitting her body, and a fine layer of goosebumps appeared on her exposed skin.

After Mu Lan became an assistant in the firm, she found that she seemed to have become a half-human, half-ghost existence.As long as she wants, she can touch any non-living things, even other people, although they cannot touch her, they can see her.

——It seems to have a stealth skill.These are the original words that Lian Jia complained about at the beginning.

— We call the world of the living this shore, and the world of the dead the other shore.The firm is a special existence between this shore and the other shore, and the "people" working in the firm will naturally have their particularity.This is Lu Xuan's explanation.Although Mu Lan felt that this explanation was better than no explanation after hearing it.

That's why Mu Lan needed an umbrella when she went out.Although as long as she is willing to appear in the form of a spirit body, she will not be affected by the rain at all, but most of the time, she still treats herself as a living person, walking between this shore and the other shore in a human way .

Holding an umbrella, Mu Lan walked up the stairs outside the house towards the rooftop.The light in the small house on the roof was indeed on, she breathed a sigh of relief, closed her umbrella and walked in.

"Why are you holding an umbrella? You can't get wet." Lian Jia watched as she stood the wet umbrella at the door, and soon, a puddle of water dripped from the top of the umbrella.

"Who doesn't use an umbrella when it rains?" Mu Lan rolled her eyes at him.

"You're not human."

"..." She was speechless, and simply changed the subject, "What are you doing here?"

Lu Xuan sat behind the desk, looking at the book without raising his head, apparently not intending to answer her words.Mu Lan didn't expect him to answer, so she kept her eyes on Lian Jia.

In this office, the relationship between Lu Xuan and Lian Jia is a bit strange.This is what Mu Lan discovered after staying there for a while. Although Lu Xuan has a paralyzed face, he actually treats people very well, and this treats people specifically refers to Lian Jia.When Lian Jia was not resting, Lu Xuan would tell him to go to bed with a cold face; sometimes, Lu Xuan would bring Lian Jia some food when he came back from meeting the task target.

Although for half-human, half-ghost things like them, resting and eating are actually not that important.

Mu Lan didn't know if it was her own illusion, Lu Xuan treated Lian Jia differently than she treated herself.But Lu Xuan's explanation for this is: "Lian Jia doesn't know how to take care of himself."

"Here," Lian Jia shook a small black notebook in his hand, "the information for the next mission."

Mu Lan raised her eyebrows: "It's really rare to see you being so active in the task. Could it be that the target of the task is a beautiful woman?"

"Smart!" Lian Jia gave her a thumbs up with a smile, "And there is more than one beauty."

Mu Lan rolled her eyes towards the sky again.Behind him, Lu Xuan still kept his head down and read the book unshakably, and was not affected by this at all...

It has been raining for several days, and the sky finally cleared up. After the heavy rain washed away the city of S, the sky is a rare blue, which makes people feel refreshed.

With the last chirping of cicadas, the scorching heat of the city has finally passed, and at the moment when the first ginkgo leaves turn yellow, it is announced that autumn is coming.

Lu Qing was walking on the road with the medicine in her hands, and her pace was a little hurried. She had just finished patrolling the area under her jurisdiction, and before she had time to take off her police uniform, she hurried home.

The ground that had just rained was still wet, and the shoes kept making a "slapping" sound when they stepped on the ground.The sound continued until she got home.

Lu Qing opened the door, his tense face relaxed slightly, and his eyes were rare and gentle.She looked into the room, and the man was drawing.

Duan Zhu stopped what he was doing when he heard the voice, and turned his head to look at her: "You came back so early?"

She was wearing a light blue nightdress with a coat over it, her long curly hair was loosely scattered, and a few strands of hair hung weakly on her shoulders and slowly slid down with her movements.

Lu Qing looked at Duan Zhu's feet without shoes, couldn't help but frowned, and brought her a pair of slippers from the entrance.

"Why did you come out with bare feet? You are not in good health, so you should take good care of it," she said while lifting Duan Zhu's feet to put on shoes for her, "I don't know how to take care of my body at all."

"The inspiration came, so I didn't care about it." Duan Zhu waved his hand indifferently, and the paintbrush in his hand shook accordingly, and Lu Qing felt a little uneasy seeing the paint on it.

Lu Qing looked back at her painting. It was a sunflower in full bloom all over the mountains and plains. The golden petals formed a strong contrast with a lush green leaf, but it didn't make people feel abrupt.The whole picture is mainly golden yellow, and the green of the leaves relieves the visual impact.

Duan Zhu's paintings, with strong colors and bright tones, always give people the power to move forward bravely regardless of their own lives. You can always find infinite passion and vigorous tension in her paintings.

—Contemporary Van Gogh.Duan Zhu's teacher had spared no effort to praise her.

Lu Qing didn't take it seriously. Duan Zhu was in stark contrast to her paintings. He was selfish, self-willed, and proudly like a peacock.In fact, Lu Qing has always been curious about how a person with such a personality completes these warm paintings.

"Lu Qing, I'm hungry." Duan Zhu finally stopped writing, turned around to face her, rubbed his stomach with his mouth pursed, his thin white legs dangling on the chair, his pale face looked pitiful.

Lu Qing sighed helplessly: "What do you want to eat?"

"Coke chicken wings, shredded bananas, green vegetable balls, vinegar potato shreds, sweet and sour pork ribs, and... chocolate sundaes!" Duan Zhu said excitedly, his eyes gleaming.

"You can't eat cold! How many times do I have to say it before you remember?" Lu Qing frowned and glared at her, "I'll see if there are any ingredients in the refrigerator for the rest."

Duan Zhu pouted and looked at her to show dissatisfaction.

"It's useless to be angry. If you can't eat, you can't eat. I'm doing it for your own good." After Lu Qing finished speaking, he went straight into the kitchen without looking at her.

Behind her, Duan Zhu supported his head with his hands, staring at her back in a daze.

When did you first meet Lu Qing?

Ah yes, two years ago.At that time, she was seriously ill, and because of the death of the dean, she suddenly lost her support in life.The last sum of money left to her by the dean was also spent on medical expenses. During that time, she was so poor that she could only make ends meet by selling paintings.

Lu Qing looked more indifferent and arrogant than anyone else, but he was the best person Duan Zhu had ever met besides the dean.

That day, as usual, she sat in a corner of the downtown square to draw pictures for people.Art is usually a very expensive thing, and painting is no exception. If you want to draw a perfect work, you need to spend a lot of money to buy better painting materials and tools, and you must buy it more than once.

She was very poor at that time, and she couldn't even afford better paints, so she could only draw the most ordinary sketches. It costs 10 yuan a piece, which is very cheap, because in this way, more people will come to her to paint.

Duan Zhu has a very serious pulmonary heart disease, which is congenital. Maybe this is the reason why her parents threw her at the gate of the orphanage.

In winter, her condition would get worse, and she could only paint for others while wearing a mask.She draws very slowly, and every time she coughs, her fingertips will tremble, and the falling strokes will be drawn in unforeseen directions, and then she has to keep revising and starting over.

Lu Qing appeared at that time. When she and her colleagues were arresting a group of drug dealers and drug gangs, one of the drug dealers broke free and escaped, so she chased him and ran out.

The criminal was also cunning, and ran to crowded places. People coming and going blocked Lu Qing's sight. If he was not paying attention, the person would disappear.

Lu Qing jumped anxiously, looked around in the crowd, and suddenly saw that person looking over, and when their eyes met, Lu Qing quickly ran towards that person.

There are advantages and disadvantages to escaping in crowded places, and the crowd will form a hindrance.The criminal ran stumbling, and kept pushing the people around him away with his hands, causing complaints from all around.Lu Qing followed behind in a police officer's uniform, attracting many people to watch curiously.

After Duan Zhu finished the last painting and received the money, he got up and stretched, ready to put away the drawing board.Before he could move, he was hit by a strong force, and he fell to the ground with his drawing board.

A "click" came from under him, and it was the sound of the drawing board breaking.

That was her only drawing board, Duan Zhu almost wanted to cry.

The person who bumped into her also fell beside her, stood up without even apologizing, and stared back at her, cursing and preparing to run.Duan Zhu was so angry that he picked up the broken drawing board and threw it at the man, hitting him in the neck.

The man was hit by the thing she threw, he didn't pay attention to his feet, staggered and fell to the ground again.Lu Qing ran over at this moment, stepped on the man's back, and handcuffed him with his backhand.

The criminal yelled at Duan Zhu unwillingly: "Stinky bitch, it's all because you ruined me!"

"Shut up!" Lu Qing kicked him again before turning his head and panting to thank Duan Zhu, "Thank you so much."

Lu Qing was really exhausted. It was winter, but she was sweating profusely from running. Her short, neat hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her skin, which looked a little funny.

"What's the use of thanking you? My drawing board is broken!" Duan Zhu looked at the broken drawing board, angry and distressed, with a very bad tone.

"This..." Lu Qing looked at the drawing board on the ground, and looked at her with some embarrassment, "How about I buy one to compensate you."

Duan Zhu's face was still a little ugly, she took off her mask and wanted to say something, but before she could speak, her eyes turned black.

Before she fainted, what she saw was Lu Qing's frightened expression.Really, as a people's policeman, why are you so timid?

Duan Zhu thought about it for a long time, and those details were so blurred in his memory that he couldn't recall them even if he tried hard. Only Lu Qing's fierce skill and slightly embarrassed expression became more and more clear in his memory.

"Lu Qing, I'm going to starve to death!" Duan Zhu was a little dissatisfied with the busy backs in the kitchen.

Lu Qing took the time to look back at her: "People who are about to starve to death still have the strength to scream?"

Duan Zhu stuck out his tongue at her.