Dressed as a mystery novel victim

When the car drove to the small bar, Yang Qingshui asked the driver to stop and got out of the car for a stroll.

The sun was on the west side, just after the hottest time, it was still time for work and school, there were not many people on the road, occasionally a few hurried steps passed by, no one paid attention to Yang Qingshui who was hiding his face.He dragged his pockets and walked aimlessly, thinking about whether he should go to Lin Zhilu's house for a sit-down.

The road is very familiar, lived for more than a month.

But I don't know why, when I think of Lin Zhilu, I feel a little timid.When we first met, I followed each other with a shameless face and dared to say anything, but now I am not ashamed.

Maybe he is on duty today and not at home?

Don't talk about people during the day, just think about it in your heart, Lin Zhilu immediately appeared in front of you.

Lin Zhilu's car, a black jeep, was parked on the side of the road next to the newsstand in the distance.The driver's seat cannot be seen, the car is not moving, and people are probably nearby.

Looking from a distance, I saw Lin Zhilu's figure appearing at the newsstand, he walked towards the car with a stack of magazines in his arms, and opened the rear compartment.Putting down the magazine, Lin Zhilu glanced at the carriage with a complicated expression. There were five or six more piles of the same magazine, with the same cover, all of which were the face of Yang Qingshui staring at the camera.

"Tender male detective 'can bend and stretch', Yang Qingshui thinks he has a broken back" headline, the words in the text are even more ugly, writing that he likes to flirt with tough men, what moves he likes to use, and he distorts everything as much as possible, as if the reporter is sleeping under his bed.

Youyou exhaled, Lin Zhilu turned back and got into the car.Yang Qingshui quickly hid in a corner, but he happened not to be seen.

I don't know what I'm hiding. After revealing that I like men in front of the media, it seems a bit weird to face Lin Zhilu.Being on the cusp, he felt like a big colorful balloon hiding everywhere, inflated and sensitive.

He just came out of the newsstand and wanted to read today's report.Yang Qingshui turned around and walked in the opposite direction without hesitation. Although the other side was the main road where he could hail a taxi, he was ashamed in front of the whole city and didn't want to see his acquaintances.

Yang Qingshui heaved a sigh of relief when the car was out of sight. He came out from the corner and resumed his walking pace.

The twists and turns of the old city are like a maze, and it is not easy to get out of the main road. Yang Qingshui walked past a small courtyard and saw his magazine on the cover again.Not just one, but hundreds of copies were piled up on the dilapidated brick stacks, next to the pile of crushed cans, the kitten in the yard passed by, using the magazine as a scratching board, and scraped the poster of Yang Qingshui's big face into pieces. Liusu, seeing a stranger walking in, hurriedly hid in the brick pile.

"Young man, do you sell waste products?" An old man came out of the room with a cigarette in his mouth, "Cardboard is forty-five cents a catty."

After entering the yard, he turned around and left. He pointed to the magazine: "This little book is still very new, can you sell me a copy at a lower price?"

The old man showed a troubled face, "I naturally want to sell you. The young man who gave me the waste said that it can only be sent to the recycling bin, not sold."

Yang Qingshui: "That's not easy to handle. Who knows if you sell me a copy when no one else is around?"

The old man quickly waved his hands: "No, no, he lives in this area and is a police officer, so I can't lie to him."

... Lin Zhilu?He is not happy because the media smeared him, so he bought up all the magazines in the whole area so that no one can read it?

The old man who sold the scrap saw that he looked like the man in the little book, but he saw the young man was stunned for a moment, lost in thought, then turned around and left the yard, muttering to himself: "I'm usually very smart..."

Walking out of the yard, Yang Qingshui sighed, feeling grateful and guilty at the same time—Lin Zhilu signed the power of attorney for property management so reluctantly, he helped a lot from the beginning to the end, and it is fake to defend himself in this way.It's just... what can I do to live up to his goodness?

He hesitated all the way, and walked to the door of Lin Zhilu's house. It's a bit cliché to say thank you, but it can always show sincerity.

Fooling people who are used to it, suddenly asking him to express his true feelings is more painful than being executed.

After finally opening the button, something was wrong: "Old Lin, you know that I speak without thinking, and you should forgive me for what made you unhappy before."

Yang Qingshui put away his greasy face, and shook his head to himself, wouldn't such an apology begging for punishment.

"Brother Lu, in fact, I have always respected you. I don't want to thank you for your kindness. Wherever you need me in the future, I will do anything!"

Why does he look like a hero going to Liangshan...

"Ah Lu, I'm embarrassed to say it in front of you, but actually..." Before I finished speaking, I was disgusted by myself, "Hey, thank you, I'm sorry, is it so difficult?"

"I think so."

Suddenly there was a voice, and Yang Qingshui turned around in surprise—Lin Zhilu was standing behind him at some point, looking at him with folded arms.

Yang Qingshui even heard a bang in his head, as if the house collapsed, the world collapsed, and society died.Looking at the gate of the yard, then at Lin Zhilu, he stammered: "Aren't you, inside?"

"I'm here." Lin Zhilu smiled slightly.

Yang Qingshui: "I...that's right, drop by, come and have a look, have a look. I? Did you hear what I said just now?"

Lin Zhilu thought for a while and said, "I haven't heard much, what do you want to tell me?"

"..." Disrupted from the brewing emotions, Yang Qingshui withdrew his little sincerity and grinned, "Just passing by, I'm hungry, and I want to have a meal with you."

The familiar small kitchen, the chopping boards and shelves are the same as before, and the exclusive small bench that Yang Qingshui used when he was limping is still there.Lin Zhilu hung up his apron, poured water into the pot, and served noodles to the hungry guy.Yang Qingshui sat on a small bench, propped his elbows on the cooking table and watched him cook.

When the water boiled, Lin Zhilu looked at him, "Do you want to find a chance to clarify the reported rumors?"

"What rumors?" Yang Qingshui was slightly stunned, remembering the rumors about coming out in magazines, "Oh, no need. They just have vicious words, and they didn't fabricate them."

Hearing this, Lin Zhilu's hand that lifted the lid of the pot paused for a moment, and his tone was unclear: "Is it true that you like macho C?"

Yang Qingshui: "..." He scratched his ears in embarrassment, and met Lin Zhilu's teasing eyes. For some reason, both of them laughed out loud.

Some things don't need words to explain.

It is natural for him to trust Lin Zhilu. After all, the characters in the book were created by him, and he knows it well.Yang Qingshui thought, since when did Lin Zhilu choose to trust him?

After pouring the soup, a dense aroma emerged from the bowl. Yang Qingshui didn't plan to leave any guest etiquette, and an Asian squatted next to the coffee table to eat.During the meal time, Lin Zhilu sat on the sofa, and he didn't know that he still had other things to think about, so he just sat there without saying a word.

Wiping his mouth after eating, Yang Qingshui was satisfied, and was thinking about whether he would eat some fruit after a meal before he slipped away, when Lin Zhilu said, "After this case, what are your plans?"

This is a good question.It has come to the last case of the whole book, that is to say, Gao Yang is convicted, and the written plot ends here. If it is not that time stops everything and Yang Qingshui returns to his original world, it means that this world continues to run according to his way. There is no longer a fateful plot, Yang Qingshui will no longer fall into the crisis of being killed at any time, he is free.

Either way, it's not a bad thing for him.Just go back to the original world, this side, this person... There is no chance to see him again, all this will become his dream, very real but he can't come back after all.

My heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and the fruit I was thinking about suddenly lost its flavor.

He turned around and looked at Lin Zhilu at the other end, "Hey."

He noticed that when he looked at him, his eyes were tender and tender, with three parts of grievance and seven parts of reluctance, as if he was about to say goodbye to life and death, and he was speechless.Looking at Yang Qingshui in the mirror at this moment, his hair must stand on end. Does he want to sell himself to bury his father with this expression?

"Ah Lu..."

Lin Zhilu paused suddenly, and when his eyes met, his body stiffened slightly.

"We've known each other for a year, right? I can't tell the truth, but you've always been willing to believe me." Nasty words are easy to say, especially when Lin Zhilu's eyes are wide open, feeling a little flustered , Yang Qingshui knew that his emotions were in place, "Some words have been hidden in my heart for a while... In fact, since the first day I saw you, I have a different feeling for you—"

"You, you... wait!" For some reason, Lin Zhilu's voice was trembling, and his body was still visible to the naked eye, "I'm not ready."

"There is no need to prepare for this. I didn't prepare mentally when I came here in a 'swoosh'." He also didn't expect that he would transmigrate into the book, and the first person he met was the character in his pen. Touching the sofa and getting closer, hoping to let Lin Zhilu feel the complicated emotions, his big eyes flickered at him, "You are better than me writing...'that you', so good that I am ashamed. I can know you , I always feel that it is my luck, you are such a good person!"

After he finished talking about "good guys," the air froze for a while.

Great doubts appeared in the deep eyes, and after a while, Lin Zhilu said, "Is this what you want to talk about?"

"No!" Yang Qingshui shook his head, "You are still a good policeman, good brother, and good grandson—"

Before he finished speaking, he was pushed hard by the shoulder, pushing him away from the sofa, and suddenly lost his balance. He sat down on the floor and looked at Lin Zhilu in surprise.

Lin Zhilu gripped his collar, as if all the buttons he had unbuttoned were wasted, and raised his legs to stand up.He glanced at Yang Qingshui, and frowned into a disgusted look: "Have you finished eating? Hurry up and leave after eating, don't jump around in front of me."