Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Miao Yi asked him to look for Lin Zhilu when he had time. In her words, comfort is more effective between men and men, and every time Yang Qingshui appears, Lin Zhilu will be calmer.

Yang Qingshui left the police station with a head full of question marks, the comfort between men and men, the kind of biceps locking the throat?

Calmness is even more of an illusion. Every time I meet Lin Zhilu, I intend to beat him up. The beating is not successful because he bears the burden of humiliation and takes the overall situation into consideration. This is also considered calm. Lin Zhilu usually looks like a wild dog that has run away?

Thinking of the friendship of living and dying together, Yang Qingshui still took the contact information written by Miao Yi.

The phone conversation is too passive, he plans to make a home visit.

Lin Zhilu's home is in the old city. The dense and low buildings are built according to the terrain, layer upon layer like the mountains in the city. The old streets are narrow and submerged in the shadow of snow and dusk.Fenglin Road 102 and 103 are next to No. 15, and No. 104 can't be found. The order of the house numbers is inexplicable. Yang Qingshui made a big detour, but he still didn't see Lin Zhilu's house.

The winter night came very quickly, the roadside tavern turned on the lights, and planned to ask the locals for directions, Yang Qingshui pushed the door and went in, and saw a familiar figure from the corner of the bar.

Lin Zhilu stared at the beer coaster in a daze, at this moment he heard a teasing tone behind him: "The cold beer makes you warm up." His eyes moved from behind to the side, and he was very surprised to see the people seated.

"Didn't you see my ID card, or have you never seen a handsome guy who drinks, so you have to keep staring at him?" Yang Qingshui called the bartender, "Whiskey and goji berries, thank you."

After a while, Lin Zhilu asked, "Miao Yi gave you my address?"

Yang Qingshui looked at him with interest, "The ability to analyze and judge is very strong, it doesn't seem like he has a psychological problem."

"Don't bother you."

"Then don't let other people worry about it." Yang Qingshui took a sip of his health wine and said, "I really don't know how to comfort people, so let's talk about it. There is a psychological disease called hypochondriac. There is a problem, and it gradually develops into obsessive-compulsive disorder, do you think you are?"

Lin Zhilu remained silent.

Yang Qingshui said: "Miao Yi told me about your voluntary application for leave. Although I think you are not normal, you are still far from abnormal. Everyone makes mistakes, and you don't have to blame your personality or emotions every time something happens. .”

Lin Zhilu: "When I fired that shot, I aimed at the head."

"..." The marksmanship is quite accurate.

Lin Zhilu gave up trying to find out the meaning of condemnation from Yang Qingshui's expression, and let out a long breath, "I know exactly what I was thinking at the time, I killed Zeng Pingguo not because he was a repeat offender, or because he had a rifle in his hand. |Guns threatening safety just because I was "ignited" and he was standing there."

"Because Zeng Pingguo's death is not a pity, everyone thinks there is no problem, but next time, if I kill a thief or a pickpocket, or an ordinary citizen, will you still think there is no problem?"

"Tell your words to the psychiatrist. He may assess that you have fallen into self-doubt and are not suitable for front-line work, but he will not think that you have a tendency to violence." Yang Qingshui pushed his face, "Don't use this Looking at me with a bitter and bitter expression, this kind of atmosphere is not suitable for me. No matter how serious it is, I will not be brought in by you."

Lin Zhilu: "..."

Yang Qingshui picked out the wolfberry with a straw, "You have been a policeman for so long, you know that hypothetical questions are meaningless, they may happen, but if they haven't happened, they can't be used as evidence. When you are on duty, you carry a gun 24 hours a day, except for Zeng Pingguo, Who else did you take out and kill?"

Lin Zhilu was slightly taken aback.

"Twenty bullets, with Police Officer Lin's touch, can explode twenty heads like a watermelon." Yang Qingshui said, "If you really harbor demons in your heart, with my ability to mess up everything, you would have been smashed into a sieve by you long ago." right?"

Lin Zhilu pursed his lips, "It's not like I haven't thought about it."

"Hehe, I'm still joking..."

Yang Qingshui swallowed, and subconsciously moved his butt out. "Anyway, I believe that a person should be defined by the part of his self-restraint rather than his impulse or instinct."

He dipped his fingers in the water on the rim of the glass, and drew two opposing stick figures on the table, "It was a close call, but as long as there was a gap of 0.1 seconds—" He tilted the arm of the villain close to Lin Zhilu, " I believe you can do better."

The people around him seemed to be touched, they were silent for a long time, then suddenly stared at Yang Qingshui, "You really think so?"

The scorching eyes made his liver tremble, and then he remembered that Lin Zhilu had murdered him several times in his heart, so he quickly pretended to be a close brother and patted him on the shoulder, "For the sake of my comfort, you will settle the debt." Alright."

The lights of the tavern illuminated the street light yellow, and the wires were messy across the head. At six or seven o'clock in the evening, there were gradually more pedestrians, white-collar workers off work, students in cram schools, and children who came out to build snowmen after dinner.Across the street is what appears to be a giveaway that the promoters forgot to pack, a cluster of balloons floating mid-air, parked under a security camera on a utility pole.

The fireworks in the old city are still lingering in the winter, and once it comes, it will be peaceful. It has always been like this, and Yang Qingshui feels that he is getting more and more used to this world.

The people beside him were drinking, slightly drunk, obviously more relaxed than before.

He couldn't help being curious: "I read the newspaper today, and there is one thing I can't figure out. I don't remember any real evidence for the several robberies involved in Yuan Ye. Except for calligraphy and paintings, everything else was fabricated to defraud him. How did you make him guilty? ?”

"Guess." Lin Zhilu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Where's your god of reasoning, didn't he tell you the answer?"

I still remember this episode... Curiosity burned to himself, Yang Qingshui's laughter was dry: "The sixth sense is not often there, so he didn't tell me about it."

Lin Zhilu approached, his warm breath approaching, "What is your background? Taking advantage of this period of vacation, I just checked the gender origin of your god of reasoning, and you, the mysterious person with poor acting skills, In addition to explaining me, do you want to trick me out?"

"How do you speak? I'm aboveboard, where is the mysterious person hahaha..." Yang Qingshui raised his eyes and glanced outside the glass door as he was scratching his head trying to figure out how to get rid of the lie.On the opposite street, a group of elementary school students wanted to jump up the balloon stuck under the telephone pole with their heads raised and hands raised one by one, but they were still a little short of the distance and couldn't hold the string at the tail.

This scene seems familiar.

The scene of laughter and play was interrupted by a man in a maintenance uniform. He stopped the children with a stern expression, pointed at the transformer box beside him, and lectured them, probably saying that it was dangerous near the transformer box. If there is an accident with a balloon, they can't afford it.

The elementary school students lowered their heads and clasped their hands, looking pitiful when being scolded.The maintenance worker lost his anger, raised his hand and pulled the balloons down, and gave one to each of them, and the children accepted it timidly, their eyes sparkling with the joy of getting the toy.

After a few more lessons, the maintenance worker drove the children away with their schoolbags and told them to go home quickly.

The maintenance worker returns to work. He checks the transformer boxes along the road regularly every day. The time and route are fixed, and there is only a difference of one or two minutes for a child to make a fuss.He is very skilled at routine work, checking whether the line has been maliciously damaged, closing the lever, filling in the form and reporting, and it takes only a quarter of an hour to complete.

The tavern was full of people, Yang Qingshui kept staring at the movement outside the door, his face gradually became serious, he stood up involuntarily, and walked towards the end of his sight.

But it was too late.

The entire tavern was shaken by the explosion, and the windows and the door on the street were shattered with a "bang". Yang Qingshui subconsciously squatted down with his head in his arms, the back of his hand was still smashed by broken glass, and he was dripping with blood.

There was a terrifying howl from the opposite side.

After the explosion, the fire engulfed the nearest living people, and the maintenance workers were burned into fireballs, rolling across the street, covered with black smoke, and the smell of burnt meat was palpitating.

Violent crackling purple sparks were emitted from the transformer box, and small explosions continued, and the sky was as bright as day for a while.