Does Jin Chan still need Shen Yuan after taking off its shell?

Does Jin Chan still need Shen Yuan after taking off its shell?

Author: brain long fish

Copywriting

When you are staring at Cheng Yuan, Cheng Yuan is also staring at you.

Cheng Yuan: "You must have sleepwalking before they throw you to me."

Zheng Yi: "Criminal profiling, cooking, mending clothes, coaxing children...is there anything else you don't know?"

Cheng Yuan: "Yes."

Cheng Yuan: "Well, it's all my fault."

Zheng Yi: "No, you didn't! I will definitely prove your innocence to others."

Cheng Yuan: "I ate the little cake you just bought."

Zheng Yi: "!!! I shouldn't have sympathized with you."

Is delayed justice still justice?

Worst opening ever.

In fact, they didn't get along for more than 48 hours, but he felt as if they had known each other for many years.

The most important thing is to maintain a good attitude in a depressive atmosphere.

The injustice caused by selfishness.After the suspect who is almost completely an outsider has been cleared of suspicion, is it still necessary to deduce the whole truth?

"In the end, you and I may be just tools."

Short story

Overhead

write, write, become an open ending

If no one asks questions, I can dove after the episode.

The story of the laid-off junior police officer (?) and the wronged talented painter Youda.

The copywriting has coaxing children, but it's not Shengziwen, it's just a noisy child.

However, although……

The inspiration for this story came after I read The Orphan's Resentment. Cheng Yuan's story (maybe it's thick-skinned to say so) is based on Michael Jackson.

It doesn't mean to whitewash other scumbags.

Please have fun watching it as a fake thing.

Best not to bring yourself into character inside.

It's more of a changeling style.

Content tags: urban love suspense reasoning urban anecdotes

Search keywords: Protagonist: Zheng Yi, Cheng Yuan┃Supporting role: Wang Qi, Oyster Pan, Pan Hua┃Others: fictional, really.

One-sentence introduction: The person who witnessed all this is a "madman"

Conception: short reasoning and a little emotional entanglement

First sight

That night.

Cross the bluestone slab bridge, step on the small gravel pavement, go through the dark alley and turn into the low building built in the 70s, and go to the top floor.third floor.

In front of you is a wooden door with peeling paint.

Behind the door is the place where the painter Cheng Yuan currently lives.

Police officer Zheng lit a cigarette at the door, not daring to lean on the wooden handrail covered with chagrin and dust.

He underestimated the ventilation capacity of the old building, and soon there was a muffled low coughing sound from inside the door.

The cigarette butts were snuffed out on the mottled and peeled mud wall, leaving black dents.

Someone in the house opened the door and saw the smoke on the ground, and said nonchalantly, "It's a pity. It's quite long."

Indeed, it is quite long.

It's useless.

The other party welcomed him into the house.

There was a lamp in the house.It was the kind of plastic lamp that was popular ten years ago to buy for children to do their homework.

Police officer Zheng's younger brother likes to play with melting wax oil with the heat of the lamp tube.

Cheng Yuan went to the low cupboard to get a glass on his own, because of his height he had to squat down while leaning on the sink.

The light was brighter than no light, and Cheng Yuan's thin figure under his white shirt and wide pajama pants could be seen more or less clearly.

Not that he was actually skinny.He clearly still has that thin layer of muscle.The painter just stands there, his hair is already grey.

He used to be a very famous artist when he was young.

Cheng Yuan washed the feet of the cup and took out the tea leaves from the recessed cabinet mounted on the wall.

It turned out to be tea.

Cheng Yuan dares to make tea, but Police Officer Zheng may not dare to drink tea that has been stored for five years.

"You, are you the police officer who came to guard me?"

The green tea leaves sink and float in the hot water, and finally cannot escape the fate of falling to the bottom of the cup.Cheng Yuan saw Police Officer Zheng's concerns, and he smiled stiffly, with the unresolved worry on his brows, "The tea I bought the day before yesterday was not very good."

Cheng Yuan, who was sentenced to life for molesting a boy five years ago, was only released a few days ago.

But his criminal profile is good.

There is no way people can rely on this to eat.

Even if he's a bad character, even if he's a beast.

There is very little space inside.There is no way to sit on the dining table in the living room.There are two additional bedrooms, one with a locked door.

Cheng Yuan turned off the lights and led him to the unlocked green door.The bedroom had just been cleaned but was still cramped.Cheng Yuan occupied the table, and Officer Zheng could only find a place on the bed.

With a business-like attitude, Officer Zheng took out the documents from his briefcase.

"Is that all?" Cheng Yuan flipped through the documents under the lamp, the yellow light hitting his face made him look even more unhealthy.

"Yes."

Officer Zheng didn't want to have too much communication with him.

Do ordinary people talk to pencils?

"Hmm—" Cheng Yuan let out a long sob from his throat, as if he was not fully awake.Officer Zheng raised his head and leaned forward inquiringly when he found the clue.

"You sound younger than I thought." Cheng Yuan picked up a pencil from the table and chatted, "I thought you would be about the same as me. Twenty-five, thirty..."

"24." Officer Zheng didn't really want to expand this topic.Furthermore, he didn't really want to work overtime.

Even if you have nothing to do after get off work.

Cheng Yuan lowered his head to draw on the drawing board, and the smooth lines fell on the white paper, "No wonder. You are so polite."

If you only say a few words from the beginning of the door, it is polite.

Officer Zheng added in his heart.

A clock strikes.

It was coming from the next room.

"29 years old. Between 1.7m and 1.7m[-]. Reticent... Rural household registration. He is the only son in the family. He may have several older sisters."

Cheng Yuan stood up from the table, his nasal tone was very lazy.He packed everything up and took back the file bag along with the newly drawn profile.

No matter how useless the words are, the first two sentences are still the result of forensic examination.The only thing that is puzzling is how he knows the character of the other party and where his household registration is.

There are always thousands of possibilities before a real criminal is caught.

"Are you a god? The kind who will be kicked out by the city officials if you spend your fortune outside."

Cheng Yuan turned off the light.

With the help of the moonlight and the bright street lamps outside the window, his face looked more serene.Like a layer of frost.

"Simple psychological common sense. The youngest son is easy to be favored, and if spoiled, he will easily lose control."

He got up staggeringly, probably going outside to wash his hands.

"How many good sisters do you have?" Officer Zheng clenched his fists, resisting the urge to hit someone.

"Me? I'm the only child." Cheng Yuan didn't take it seriously, thinking he was just chatting, "Police Officer Zheng and Guan's siblings are very lively...that's nice."

Officer Zheng opened his eyes alertly, stood up and wanted to hold him down.

There was a little accident.

The space inside the house is too small, and the computer desk made of composite panels is already top-heavy and slightly unstable.

He really just wanted to put people on the table.

But the table disagrees.

it fell.

On the bed.

The desk lamp fell to the ground, and it sounded like it was cracked.

Cheng Yuan fell on the table and couldn't get up by himself for a long while.

The other party was very embarrassed, but still had to say what should be said.

"Don't try to get their idea."

Cheng Yuan lay on his stomach and laughed, "I didn't. I said it. So many times. I didn't."

He turned over slowly, propping himself up on his side.

When it was about to succeed, the originally stable triangular computer table slipped again.

He fell again.

Fell in a pile of unintelligible things.

Officer Zheng went to the door and turned on the chandelier switch.

"Oh..." Cheng Yuan covered his eyes and turned his face away in pain, "Turn it off. I'm going to throw up."

Indeed, the lights in the interrogation room were always on.

Too much light and prolonged sleep deprivation can lead to a nervous breakdown.

Officer Zheng pulled him up from the painting tools and said goodbye to him.

Cheng Yuan clutched his back to hold back, "Let's leave at dawn. The law and order here is not good."

Police Officer Zheng sneered, and went out indifferently.

He came back five minutes later with a pale face.

Cheng Yuan opened the door for him.

"I can sleep on the sofa."

Officer Zheng cut to the chase.

Cheng Yuan said that law and order is not good, it is really very euphemistic.

No wonder no one was even doing square dancing when he came.

There was a little smile in Cheng Yuan's tone, "There is no sofa."

Police Officer Zheng thought he was chasing away customers, and began to regret his earlier impulse.

"I can sleep in the closet."

Cheng Yuan said it lightly.

The mahogany wardrobe is slightly deformed and gray due to lack of good care for a long time.

The south is rainy, presumably because of the humidity.

The wardrobe is large enough for a family game of sardines.

Cheng Yuan opened the cabinet door, and the drawer under the cabinet didn't have enough space for him to lie flat.

He took out the certificates and awards, spread a blanket in the drawer and got in, facing away from the police officer whom he had met for less than a day.

"All right. Please close the drawer and close the door."

"If I don't open the door for you." Officer Zheng instinctively put forward a hypothesis, "For example, I forgot you. What should I do?"

The painter's reaction was as if he heard a joke, and his muffled laughter came through the gap in the wardrobe.In fact, the sound insulation here is really poor.

"Then I will die."

People die when they are killed.

How normal.

The truth that children can understand.

The mahogany wardrobe stands black and lacquered against the wall, occupying most of the space in the room.

Like a bottle of black coffin.There are zombies, vampires... anything that isn't human lying there.

The bed has been made up, Officer Zheng is lying down with his clothes on.

In summer, cicadas sing provocatively, and rooms without air conditioning are inevitably stuffy.The light outside the window dazzles the eyes, and the street lamps are always on tirelessly.

Officer Zheng didn't dare to fall asleep easily, he closed his eyes to listen to the cat meowing downstairs, turned over and was disturbed by the creaking sound of the bed frame.

He was so sleepy that he tossed and turned until the clock struck two and he turned over again.

Thinking is most likely to be confused when you are half asleep and half awake.

In a trance, he dreamed that his younger brother and sister were biting the watch on the back of his hand to see who could draw better; in a blink of an eye, the parents were arguing again.