After divorcing the male god

If you want to add a crime, why don't you have any trouble?

"I didn't expect you to think this way." Lin Duan took half a step back, pressed his back against the cold solid wooden door, and widened his eyes in disbelief: "Mr. Zhu, is human life not important?"

"Lin Duan! What are you talking about! Lawless, do you want to question the teacher?! I have taken you for four years, and you will learn to talk back to the teacher!"

Furious, Zhu Shouwen slapped the table with his palms and slapped it heavily, spit stars flew around, and one or two drops splashed on Lin Duan's cheek. Zhu Shouwen stretched out his fat hand and wiped it away with his thumb.

Lin Duan was stunned.

"Take off your glasses." Zhu Shouwen lowered his face and ordered, Lin Duan took off his black-rimmed glasses, and his long eyelashes cast a curved shadow under his eyes.

These two eyeballs of Lin Duan reminded Zhu Shouwen of the glass marbles that he carried with him when he was a child in the distant past. They were crystal clear and shone brightly in the sun.

Zhu Shouwen patted his face with a big hand: "Do you have a girlfriend? I remember you were single when you were in college."

Lin Duan suddenly realized that something was wrong, he turned his head hastily, avoided Zhu Shouwen's seemingly absent touch, hid in another corner, and smiled embarrassingly: "It's really not there."

"Oh, it's time to find someone." Zhu Shouwen said calmly, he withdrew his hand from rubbing Lin Duan's slender neck, rolled his eyes, and suggested, "Well, I'll take you to make some friends in two days .”

"As a teacher, you should care about the lives of your students. It's good that you concentrate on your studies, but you have to have some fun in life. Look at you, there are more corpses that have been dissected than other official forensic doctors. Tell me, the people who study corpses If you spare more time, you will have much more fun in life.”

Zhu Shouwen pretended to smile kindly, and his fat face was squeezed into a ball.

With a fluke mentality, Lin Duan bit the bullet and brought the topic back on track: "Professor, can you include me in the official list for the item about the contents of the stomach?"

Zhu Shouwen's smiling face froze, and his face quickly darkened. He changed his face faster than flipping a book. He pointed to the reception sofa and said, "Sit down, why can't you understand the child? Do you understand what the teacher means?! "

Lin Duan took a deep breath: "I don't understand." He didn't sit down, and was as tall as Zhu Shouwen when he was standing, so he had to look up at him when he sat down.

"Hey." Zhu Shouwen sighed, grabbed Lin Duan's wrist, and couldn't help but push him into the seat with great strength. The hand didn't leave him, and the index finger pulp was playing a piano on the smooth skin.

Lin Duan shivered, pulled out his wrist, and looked up at Zhu Shouwen: "Professor, I have indeed done a lot of things. You can testify to this. The medical school hopes that I will ask you to issue a certificate and add me to the official staff." name."

"Let's talk about it in two days." Zhu Shouwen said coldly, "At ten o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow, wait at my door."

"Professor!" Lin Duan got up suddenly, and said with cold eyebrows: "Is it suitable? I am your student, and you have taken me for four years. Don't you talk about the friendship between teachers and students?"

"I'm doing it for your own good. Lin Duan, think about it for yourself. You have no relatives and no reason in Ningbei. I have helped you in the past four years. If it weren't for me, who would have taken you, the son of a criminal?! Back then When the tutor saw your resume, he rejected all of them, right, Lin Duan, you came to beg me personally, and I accepted you. Otherwise, you can successfully graduate with a master's degree in such a good university in Ningbei?"

"Ningbei University Teachers' Demonstration Handbook, it's written on the title page, there is no distinction between teaching and learning. Professor Zhu, I always thought you were different from them." Lin Duan was full of anger, anger, unwillingness, disappointment and shame put his heart on the charcoal fire It is grilled on the grill, and it is mixed with the seasoning of life.

"A pervert is a pervert, and a criminal's son is a criminal's son! Your mother is such a big-time paedophile, and she was convicted of a crime by the Provincial High Court. Lin Duan, why do you think you are like an ordinary student?!" Zhu Shouwen pointed at his nose and roared.

"You should go to Ciyu to be an orphan and experience how much they have suffered! Lin Duan, you are alive to atone for your mother." Zhu Shouwen raised his arms and pushed him back to the seat again.

—— "Lin Duan, do you want me to say it again, you are not worthy."

——"Your mother committed a felony and committed suicide in prison."

——"Pervert, get out!"

Like an indelible mark of shame, the son of a criminal nailed him to the cross forever. He faced the world's slander, contempt and hatred, but there was always a voice in his heart telling him that his mother was not that kind of person.

But what about rebuttals?

When the resume was released, people glanced at it, and the first sentence was not "Genius, Lin Duan." It was "Oh, your mother is Ciyu, tsk tsk, your grandfather turned out to be the dean of Ciyu, the crime boss."

They said, how can people from this kind of family be clean?

Lin Duan never defended himself, because since he was a child, if he defended himself, he would be mobbed and even beaten.He learned a lot from eating a ditch, and as time passed, he stopped struggling.

Zhu Shouwen touched the teardrops on his face, and sighed in a soft voice: "I really feel sorry for you. Lin Duan, you shouldn't be a forensic doctor."

"Then what should I do?" Lin Duan asked with a sneer.

"Sit down."

Lin Duan shut his mouth tightly and glared at him with his eyes.

Zhu Shouwen tasted the tears on his fingertips: "Salty." He smiled and clapped his hands: "I'm just kidding. It's not impossible for you to be included in the list. As I said, I will wait at the door of my house in Jiajia Garden the day after tomorrow. .”

"Lin Duan, figure out your identity." Zhu Shouwen returned to his desk and stopped looking at him: "Let's go, I'm off work."

Lin Duan walked out of the office in a daze, wiped away his tears, and ran away.

It doesn’t matter whether you lose the job you love, or you are forced to see the dirty scene, but in fact, you don’t lose all hope. Just wandering in the streets in a panic, you will suddenly feel——the world is so big, but there is no place for me—— illusion.

In the bustling commercial street, people come and go. Lin Duan found a flower bed and sat down. His eyes were not focused. He was wearing glasses, and his gaze swept across the happy young men and women.

Duan Jingsheng stood not far away, in the shadow behind the billboard, like a silent statue from ancient times, silently staring at the lonely youth behind him.

Lin Duan stood up and went home to sleep.

Unable to fall asleep, he threw off the quilt, turned on the light and sat down at the desk, flipped through "Forensic Entomology" for a while, but couldn't read it anymore, he didn't seem to know any of the big characters, and his mind was blank.

Memories flow like old clouds, from the depths of the ashes of the most distant memories.

He remembered that one night, Zhang Lichun came home from get off work and said something to her husband. The two frowned at the same time. Father Lin was very angry. He took off the police cap hanging on the coat rack and said sharply: "You are sorry for the child." ?!"

"That's my dad!" Zhang Lichun had a big fight with him.

Lin Duan hid in the room, silently counting the stripes on the ceiling.

A cockroach crawled between his toes, Lin Duan jumped up, chased the cockroach and tried to trample it to death, the little strong twisted his body nimbly, and got under the bed.

The young Lin Duan accidentally knocked open the door, his parents' eyes were red, and their eyes turned to him almost at the same time.Lin Duan shrugged his shoulders, took half a step back, retreated to his room, and then closed the door crying.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Lichun knocked on the door and called him softly: "Lin Lin, let mom say a few words to you, okay?"

Lin Duan didn't know where Zhang Lichun went after that day.

His mother disappeared, and the next time he saw her, it was on TV. Zhang Lichun sat haggardly on the dock, raised her head and took a deep breath.

The whole world faded and disappeared from his eyes, like ink splashed against time, absorbed into the illusory endless darkness, he heard the wheels of the carriage rubbing against the ground, making a sharp and piercing sound, and then he heard his father say: "Your mother is dead , she committed a crime and committed suicide."

"Why did my mother commit suicide? Didn't she only serve 13 years in prison? She can come back after she is released. Why did she commit suicide?!" Lin Duan heard his young self crying and questioning.

Father Lin shook his head and sighed, his dry lips trembling: "Lin Duan, this is your mother's choice..."

choose?

Choose to die?Turned into a cold corpse, unable to get the truth out of her mouth anymore?

"I want to see her, I want to see her!"

"She's dead!"

Lin Duan hugged his head, the sharp pain deep in his brain pierced his limbs and bones, making him unable to support himself, he was sweating profusely lying on the table and panting violently.

The scene in front of me gradually became chaotic. In a dark room, a man with a vague face spoke sarcastically: "Your real name is Qi Qing, and you are an undercover police officer."

Qi Qing?Duan Jingsheng's Qi Qing?

"It's not me." Lin Duan woke up suddenly, stood up suddenly, stumbled a few steps, and fell to the ground with a thump.

Lin Duan grabbed the edge of the bed, choked up and murmured: "I'm not..."

Sweat came out from every pore in his body, turning him into a soaked chicken. Lin Duan clenched his molars and cried out in a very low voice, "Brother Jing..."

As if inspired by some kind of unknown, in the midsummer of that year, Duan Jingsheng, who stood under the camphor tree and waved to him, became an eternal and indelible impression, encouraging and guiding him, step by step towards a bright place.

Lin Duan wiped off his sweat, wiped his wet eyelashes, and tugged at the mobile phone on the edge of the desk with trembling hands. When he accidentally knocked it down, the metal cube fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Lin Duan woke up suddenly, gritted his teeth and dug out his contacts. He had a high school classmate who was at the same table as Du Qin, and he had kept in touch with him all these years.

The deskmate has excellent grades, went to Communication University after the college entrance examination, and now works as a reporter for a local new media website in Ningbei.

Du Qin is a fat man, and all fat men have a nice voice, and Du Qin is no exception. He sounds like a typical male god voice. There was some noise on his side. He was probably at a party, and Du Qin called out: "Lin Duan?"

Lin Duan didn't speak, but Du Qin said, "Wait."

Soon, the other noises on the phone disappeared. After the sound of flushing, Du Qin took a breath and shouted happily: "Why did you think of calling me? Lin Duan, I followed up and reported on Fan Junhui's case last time. Can you tell me?" That's amazing! In my press release, all of them praised you, forensic doctor of conscience."

"Du Qin, I need your help." Lin Duan wiped his face, stood up, and walked to the window sill. He opened the curtains, and the colorful night of the city jumped into his eyes.

Lin Duan lowered his eyes, his eyes were red, as if he had cried.

Eyes met, Duan Jingsheng was standing downstairs, under a street tree, beside the dim street lamp, the man turned and walked into the invisible shadow.

"Lin Duan?" Du Qin was a little anxious: "What's wrong with you? Are you all right?"

"It's okay," Lin Duan shook his head, "I'll meet you tomorrow, Pacific Cafe, No. 32, Shanghai Road."

"it is good."

Lin Duan hung up the phone, turned around and rushed downstairs.