Shen Shizhen

Pushing away the layers of pasture brushed on his body, Ji Chuan moved towards the direction he remembered bit by bit. The moonlight was very good that day, and the large tracts of pasture land were illuminated very brightly.

When he was about to reach the final landmark, Ai Fan thoughtfully motioned Ji Chuan to stop: "Don't look at me when I'm digging, and help me look here... Well, that's called..."

"Let the wind go?"

"It should be, just help me look at it, and I'll do it."

In fact, the Franks is a country with a vast land and sparse population, not comparable to China, and the small village of Adonis is even more so.Since the two of them came all the way to the present, not to mention people, even Ji Chuan has never seen a single animal.

It's just that the originally fresh air became more and more turbid as Ivan moved behind him again and again, and the smell of blood and rust gradually seeped out from the soil.

Ai Fan kept moving his hands, and he still didn't forget the person standing behind him: "Chuan Chuan, cover your nose well, the smell is not very good."

Ji Chuan knew that Ai Fan didn't want him to leave his sight, but he couldn't hold back his curiosity while agreeing, so he subconsciously wanted to turn around and take a look, but when he glanced over, he saw Ai Fan pulling out a blood clot.

That night, the man turned his back to him, so he couldn't let him see the "production process" of these blood clots, but now those bloody corpses stained with broken soil are just in front of his eyes, making Ji Chuan feel nauseous. The strong smell of blood surrounded him, he couldn't hold it back, he ran to the side and crouched down before throwing up.

Ai Fan felt a little distressed: "I don't want you to see this, but I can't help but bring you by my side. I'm sorry... Chuan Chuan, are you better?"

It took Ji Chuan almost no effort to vomit out all the breakfast he ate this morning, not even the cup of herbal tea left, and his stomach, which was originally empty, was completely vomited.

He squatted on the pasture for a while before he had the strength to respond: "No, no... It's my problem... You are doing it for my own good, and you vomit like this in front of you... I should be sorry."

Ai Fan lost his temper completely: "In such a short period of time, you have already 'sorry' and 'disrespected' me many times, Chuan Chuan, there is really no need to do this."

Ji Chuan took care of himself carefully, and after confirming that his appearance was all right, he straightened up. After watching Ai Fan take a photo and report it to the leader, he quickly restored the original appearance of the burial site.

"You made a special trip to report it because seeing is believing, but why did you fill it back with soil?"

But Ai Fan muttered to himself the words "seeing is believing" for a while, before he asked uncertainly: "'Seeing is believing' means that what the eyes see is the truth? "

Ji Chuan bowed his eyebrows and nodded. Every time Ai Fan asked him to teach him Chinese, he could inexplicably poke his smile, and immediately forgot what he just vomited.

"You should have heard that murderers like them have the habit of coming back to watch after committing crimes?"

"Yes, I have heard of it."

"Although I was not a policeman before Brother Stowe left home to join the army, my father was, so if he saw me here, he would definitely be... worried, and I'm still with you, so he might... Hmm... let's see our... progress? Can you understand? It's just to keep him from running away."

Ji Chuan looked at the slightly clumsy man in front of him who was trying to organize his words, and smiled straight into his eyes: "I understand, I understand, but why do you have to report it to your leader? Can't you just go to the local police here?"

Ai Fan raised his hand to indicate that there was a small staircase in front of him, and explained: "I checked before I came, and the police resources here are not very good. I also intuitively feel that this matter is not simple, and it should not be just an ordinary murder case."

Ji Chuan found that as long as he talked about work, Ai Fan's words should always be precise and precise. Hearing about "police force" and "homicide", he knew that he had done a lot of homework in advance. The effort is just to let a dreamer who doesn't know whether it exists or not can understand.

As soon as Ji Chuan thinks of these things, Ji Chuan feels that his energy, which was about to run out in a foreign country, recharges again, at least there is someone around him who really cares for him.

It's just that Ji Chuan raised his heart again not long after he let it go, and this time it was even higher than when he was alone.

That night, the two had their own insistence, and neither wanted the other to stay up late. After negotiating for a while, they finally settled on the system of taking turns to watch Ai Fan in the first half of the night and Ji Chuan in the second half of the night.

But in fact, Ai Fan had no intention of waking Ji Chuan up halfway, and wanted to let him sleep like this all night, but his Ji Chuan woke up by himself.

After opening his eyes, Ji Chuan touched his heart subconsciously, and he didn't recover until he drove the man to the bed to think about it carefully.

He seemed to have seen it again in his dream just now, the sky was covered with pure white feathers, like a barrier to isolate the world, and he could vaguely see a person behind him...

When Ai Fan's cell phone rang the next morning, it should be from a colleague who said he would arrive at [-]:[-] pm.

Ji Chuan, who was extremely sleepy, lay on his back and planned to catch up on sleep again, but what Ai Fan said next made him instantly sober.

At first, Ai Fan, who was sleeping drowsily, spoke in French. After receiving no response for a long time, he remembered that Ji Chuan was beside him.

"Are the curtains too effective?"

Ji Chuan lay beside him with half of his eyes closed: "Huh? What do you mean..."

"It's just...the curtains, it's very dark in the room."

"I just opened the curtains...open..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Chuan himself was stunned. He suddenly got up from the bed to look at Ai Fan, and found that the man's eyes were still open.

"You said... the curtains were open?"

Ji Chuan couldn't help shaking his hand in front of the man's eyes, but he didn't get any response. He became anxious all of a sudden, and his voice was an octave higher than usual: "Yes! I just opened it! What's wrong with your eyes?"

Ai Fan confirmed the time with him: "What time is it in the morning?"

"Eight o'clock, Ai Fan, can't you see at all now..."

Ai Fan squeezed Ji Chuan's hand and shook it in front of his eyes again. After a moment of silence, he said, "I think there may be a temporary problem with my eyes. I can't see any light right now."

Ji Chuan panicked all of a sudden, he was so frightened that he dozed off in an instant, and his words were incoherent: "How could this happen, how could... let's go to the hospital, I'll take you... no, I can't hear you I understand French, but your colleague doesn't arrive until three o'clock in the afternoon, how could this be..."

Compared to Ji Chuan's panic, Ai Fan was very calm: "Chuan Chuan, don't worry, I can't understand you talking too fast, my own eyes know it, it should only be temporary, don't worry."

But Ji Chuan couldn't restrain his sudden embarrassment at all. In his eyes, this man who could find him through dreams was his most solid backing. With him by his side, he didn't have to worry about anything, but now his The eyes can't see, it's not right, it shouldn't be like this.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Ji Chuan's mind, he stopped muttering and said to Ai Fan softly: "Is it... Is it because of me that your eyes have problems..."

Ai Fan also paused, but immediately denied his words after a few seconds: "Why, don't think about it, my colleague will be here at three o'clock this afternoon, don't..."

"Why not! You said you had to lose it if you got it! You told me that I was your gift!"

Even if Ai Fan couldn't see his Ji Chuan at this moment, he could still imagine what a boy full of self-blame would be like, so he could only stand up and hug him in his arms to comfort him.

"Look, I can still hug you accurately now, don't think too much, I think this is temporary, and although I can't see now, I don't think it's too bad, I can vaguely now You can feel a lot of different energies."

Gradually calmed down in the man's arms, Ji Chuan, who felt that he had lost his composure again, was still very uncomfortable, and his voice was hoarse: "I have... recently I have always lost my composure, I'm sorry... apart from not being able to see, do you have any other discomfort ?”

Ai Fan knew that his tutor Ji Chuan had always been very strict, and he even learned the word "etiquette" in a dream.

Even if he fell asleep in the middle of the night that night, he would tell himself very seriously the next day that it would be very rude for him to wake up later than the guests when guests came.

"It feels like you have apologized to me these days. It really doesn't matter. It turns out that I don't need to care about the etiquette that your family asks for you. I don't feel uncomfortable now, and my original ability to perceive energy It’s still very weak, but now I feel like I can’t see, and I can feel the different energy fields of various things better.”

Even though Ai Fan said so, Ji Chuan couldn't help tightening his hands on his clothes: "But I just think your eyes have something to do with me... just like... you think your father's death As related to you..."

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Ai Fan who spoke very frankly back then