After divorcing the male god

But Lin Duan killed Qi Qing.

Without Lin Duan, Qi Qing would not have died.

Duan Jingsheng seemed to be in a boundless spider web. The huge web of guilt, hatred, pain and regret made him nowhere to go.

If he treats Lin Duan better, will he be worthy of Qi Qing?

Lin Duan was right. The dead are debts that can never be repaid, and they are old friends that the living can never match in their lifetime.

What's more, Lin Duan... the life he owed belongs to Qi Qing.

Zhu Ling realized that her son's condition was not quite right. Although she retired, her influence in the public security system was still there. She had taken care of her health and ignored worldly affairs. Now it seemed that something had gone wrong. She thought in her heart that she had to ask her former colleagues.

Zhu Ling sat with Duan Jingsheng for a while, when Duan Zhennan heard the news, Tian Zizi led his wife upstairs to chat about the housework, closed the door and said, "Don't worry about your idiot son."

People take tea to cool off.

Duan Jingsheng pulled out his fist gloves and sandbags, and vented his anger. He didn't turn on the laptop until he was sweating profusely and the condensed depression was released from the pores.

There is a red circle icon quietly lying on the desktop, double-click the left mouse button to open it, the arrow rotates twice, and the page shows that it is searching.

Duan Jingsheng waited impatiently.

The computer made a ding-dong sound, and he sat back. The screen was a map of Ningbei City. The green dot showed his own location, Tengjing Building in the center of Ningbei City. As for the red dot...

Also in Tengjing Building.

Duan Jingsheng got up abruptly, walked quickly to the French windows, his face sinking like water, looking around as far as he could see downstairs, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lin Duanchu was in a daze at the busy intersection.

The sun was burning, Lin Duan stood impartially under the glare of the sun, raised his arm and wiped his eyes.

Feeling the heat of the body and the coldness of the heart intertwined, Lin Duan was at a loss what to do, raised his head and looked around, his eyes unconsciously turned to the Tengjing Building, and there were bursts of tingling pain in his heart.

Duan Jingsheng said it clearly enough, Lin Duan thought, what right does he have to rely on him anymore.

Maybe this time we parted, and we will never see each other again in the future.

Just like eight years ago, in that hasty and scorching summer, Duan Jingsheng stood at the door of his house, sweating and waving to him: "Boy, brother is leaving."

At that time, Duan Jingsheng was still young, and he didn't have the calm and steady tempered by so many worldly sophistication. He was sharp and angular, like the sun rising suddenly in the dark night, breaking all the cold silence and breaking into his life.

Then disappear.

Lin Duan stepped on the bus and went back to Duan Jingsheng's house to pack his things. In fact, there was nothing to pack, and he didn't have many things of his own.

Lin Duan filled the refrigerator with ready-made bento, and left the villa area dejectedly.

Just leave and leave, no big deal.

The sun is setting and the dusk is all together.

Ren Pingcheng walked out of the city bureau, his colleagues bid him farewell in twos and threes, and the young man hooked his shoulders and shoulders, facing the brilliant sunset, his shadow stretched obliquely.

On the street, the advertising lights of shops are lit up one after another.

Across the road from the Municipal Bureau, under the huge camphor tree, a delicate and beautiful young man put his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt with the shirt button unbuttoned to the second button. A part of the collarbone was looming, and the ends of his soft chestnut hair were naturally slightly Curly, fair skin was illuminated by neon lights, a pair of knee-length denim was worn on the lower body, and the exposed calf was smooth and slender.

Lin Duan tapped on his sandals and declined the scout's invitation in a low voice: "I'm a forensic doctor, and I don't want to be an actor. No, I don't want to be a model."

Ren Pingcheng shouted: "Lin Duan!"

Lin Duan blinked at the scout, then turned to meet Ren Pingcheng who was walking across the road. The moment he turned his head with a smile, his eyes seemed to have swept across the Volkswagen Jetta parked on the street corner. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time.

Ren Pingcheng patted him on the shoulder, Lin Duan stretched out an arm to rest on Ren Pingcheng's shoulder, shrugged: "I was kicked out by Teacher Duan."

"Telling you to pester him, you hit a wall." Ren Pingcheng was very happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He pointed at Lin Duan and said with a smile: "If you hit him carefully, it's purely touching a tiger's butt."

Lin Duan lowered his head, scratched his cheek, and said without embarrassment: "Don't embarrass me, Master, the reward for the last paper has arrived. Let's go, treat you to dinner."

Ren Pingcheng was so happy that the little apprentice escaped from Duan Jingsheng's sea of ​​misery, so he agreed, "Let's make it right first, I won't drink with you."

Lin Duan is a good drinker, and he will not get drunk after a thousand cups, but Ren Pingcheng can't drink him.

Lin Duan laughed loudly and replied: "Okay, I'll drink alone, and use wine to relieve my worries, okay."

Ren Pingcheng smiled and sighed: "Your father entrusted me to take care of you, but in the end you lost your job."

"It's okay." Lin Duan learned the Northeast dialect in the sketch, and said nonchalantly: "If you lose your job, you can't starve to death. Besides, I have been doing the part-time job you helped me find, helping Professor Zhu and students write papers ,fine."

"Speaking of the surname Zhu..." Ren Pingcheng carried his briefcase and walked side by side with Lin Duan across the road. There were several small hot pot restaurants in the food alley ahead, and the master and apprentice often came here.

"Zhu Shouwen." Lin Duan reminded him of his full name.

"Hey, yes, Zhu Shouwen, the associate professor of the medical school is also a forensic medicine department. He is in his forties. He has a bad reputation in private and is very evil. When you deal with him, be careful." Ren Pingcheng Don't worry about asking.

The two sat down, and Lin Duan smacked his lips: "No, Professor Zhu is okay with me. He took me as a graduate student. It doesn't matter that I'm in Ningbei. This time, I can't be a forensic doctor in the public security system. I want to go back to school. "

"Back to school? How do you plan to go back? What are you going to do?" Ren Pingcheng disagreed with his opinion of Zhu Shouwen: "Be careful when sailing for ten thousand years. Some words are always not groundless."

Lin Duan smiled casually: "I know."

"At the beginning of the year, Professor Zhu had a project to analyze the relationship between the degree of digestion of gastric contents and the time of death based on thousands of cases at home and abroad. This topic sounds simple, and many universities have done it. Professor Zhu wants to combine the research results of multiple disciplines this time. , to establish a model through quantitative analysis of data. The process involves mathematics, computers and medicine. It is an interdisciplinary pilot research project approved by the Ministry of Education. During my spare time, I participated in a lot of work. This project is almost completed, and Professor Zhu should be able to Sign my name on it, it is considered a major scientific research achievement, and the medical school said that when this paper is published, I can go back to work as a teaching assistant or continue my studies."

Ren Pingcheng listened to what he said, pondered over and over again, took a piece of hairy belly and cooked it, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it for a long time.

I don’t know which scientist said that chewing can promote thinking. Ren Pingcheng suddenly realized and grasped the point: “In other words, your next job will all be based on Zhu Shouwen?”

"Not only." Lin Duan leaned back in his chair and opened a bottle of Tsingtao. He watched the beer bubbles gradually disappear, swallowed a few gulps, and said, "I've been helping them write papers all these years to make money. Those who won the award and those who did not, a lot of them, are all through the hands of Professor Zhu."

"Whether they count as my research results depends entirely on Professor Zhu's words." Lin Duan raised his head and sighed softly.

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