soul probation

【26】

Yanchen looked at the phone, dumbfounded.

I'm afraid it wasn't the uncle who came back from get off work and was about to have a good night's sleep when he found an uninvited guest who was lingering on his bed.He also wrapped the gauze out of kindness.

Where did he sleep then?

He rushed out to see if there was a taxi parked by the side of the road, and there was a tired man lying in it—whoever it was, there was no car.

That's right, this alarm clock was set four hours after his last nap, and he was gone when he came back at this time last time.

He was a little ashamed, so he wrote a note, briefly expressing his apology and gratitude. He was afraid that he would not see it on the table, so he put it on the pillow, and finally thought about it, and stuffed it under the pillow.

I disappeared for a day, the teacher failed to find the parents, and almost reported it to the police.The next day, when he went to school, the audience was full of pity eyes after learning that his parents had died, which made him sick.But he still couldn't help but look back at the habitual offender who bullied him, only to find that he didn't come to school.

After school, he continued his criminal investigation career.

The laser pointer is not easy to grasp the angle, so he replaced the trajectory with wool and glued it to a board erected opposite.He found that the wool on the wall was almost all down, and the blood source was very close to the floor, no wonder he couldn't figure it out when he studied the blood on the floor.Did this man commit suicide by lying on the floor?

If it were him, he would never cut his throat and kill someone on the ground, because he would splatter his own face with blood.

The process of bringing myself into the role of the murderer was so natural that I was taken aback.

He suddenly remembered the note under the pillow, and touched for a long time to find the note in the same place.Everything remained as it was. He looked at it for a long time, almost thinking that it hadn't been discovered, and saw a flamboyant "um" written immediately behind his own content.

I touched it again, and found a ten-dollar bill.

It's a bit like an uncle dismissing a child.

But this proves that there is a real person-not that he is schizophrenic.

What about that taste?

He put aside distracting thoughts, held up the banknote to his nose and smelled it.

Got nothing.

The third day is the weekend.He received a text message while studying in the library.

- boy, you don't smell smoke in the house, do you?

-no, what happened?

-It's okay, there was a fire in our basement, or your house.Isn't this just in case, I'm afraid he won't listen to me.

-when

- just a few days before your arrival, why?

He didn't reply.

He pondered for a while, then remembered the addictive aroma of medicinal herbs, packed his things and walked back.

He is going to block him.

It's noon now, after all, you won't be late, right?

He squatted at the door for a while, then tiptoed to push the door open and go in.The room was very quiet.He wanted to see the outline of the person on the bed from the corner of the eye, and then go out and wait for him to wake up, and thank him face to face.The result became more and more wrong-the quilt was deflated.

Why are you gone?

He stretched out his hand and felt the faint residual warmth on the quilt.Actually just left.But even if you just left, there is no smell at all.He was a little annoyed and relieved, and began to question that the medicinal fragrance might really be his own illusion, it was a scent sent from heaven to keep him, and it was only a coincidence.

He could accurately name several of the herbs, but he couldn't name one or two of them, and this one happened to be the most mysterious and attractive one.He needs to smell it again, even for two or three seconds, to recall it from memory.

Might as well try again.

About four hours after waking up, my sense of smell was in good condition, and the source of the smell had just left.He shut out the peripheral vision of the corridor and began to feel the darkness with all his heart.When he felt that he was getting used to it, he temporarily added another catalyst—a lighter.While letting the heat diffuse the molecules, he put on a black eye mask rigorously in the dark to isolate the impact of the firelight.

For the last time, there is nothing like this, so I am not paranoid.

Getting ready, he reached over the bunk and lit the lighter.

Before he could concentrate on feeling it, he almost bit his tongue——

In the darkness, someone grabbed his wrist.

"What do you want to do?" A cold voice came from beside my ear.

Yanchen was startled, his hand shook, the lighter was released, his wrist was struggling to no avail, and the other hand hurriedly took off the blindfold, but he was caught halfway and locked in the same palm.

Regardless of who the other party was, he blurted out, "The lighter fell off the bed..."

His voice was shaking.

Not only did he smell the medicinal fragrance again, but he didn't have to think hard to control the variables, his whole body was surrounded by this smell.In the past, the shadow of a tail tune could be a reason for him to stay in the world for a while, but now it is so rich that it seems to be inexhaustible.

He suddenly felt a little luxury to breathe, but also felt that he was in a little danger.

"I caught it." Said the other side.

"You...are that taxi driver?"

The other side paused, "It's me."

Your voice doesn't sound like an uncle.

He adjusted his mood and restrained, "Well, thank you for helping me to bandage the wound before."

There was no word on the other side.

"I'm giving you trouble."

The other side still didn't speak.

His wrist hurt a little from being grabbed, "Can you let me go first?"

Before he could react, the light was turned on with a snap.

I was exposed to the other party's field of vision, but it was still dark under my blindfold, and I could almost feel the other party's scrutiny.Yanchen was very uncomfortable with this unequal visual relationship, and struggled a few times with insecurity.

"What were you doing just now?" The other party asked without answering.

"I..." He was at a loss for words for a while, "I" didn't come up with a reason for a long time, and asked him from left to right, "Did you fix the lamp?"

How should I say, I can't say that I am looking for your scent?

also.

Yanchen's neck was bent, but he leaned towards the source of fragrance based on his feeling, flapping his nostrils slightly, and said to himself, "Angelica dahurica, Heijiaochen, Xiangfu, peach kernel, mugwort leaves...what else? Is it musk?"

As expected of me.

The other side obviously hid for a while, "You came back so early today, is that why?"

yes.Mostly because of this.

"No, I still want to tell you," he tried his best to ignore his embarrassment, and continued, "There is a murder case here, you should be more careful."

"how do you know?"

"The luminol reagent can detect blood stains," he said first.For the taxi driver, he tried to explain concisely, "There is a blood reaction here, and it is just recently."

"Huh?" The other person seemed interested, "How do you know it's the latest?"

"Because the landlord told me that there has been a fire here recently, and the high temperature will inactivate the protein, making it impossible to detect. And judging from the amount of blood loss and method, there is a murder here in a short period of time. I advise you to live in another place."

"how about you?"

"Me? I don't care. I..."

"I mean, you should go," the other party interrupted him without emotion, grabbed his wrist and shoulders and adjusted him, then pushed him outside, "You disturbed my sleep."

"Stop playing with fire here in the future," he added.

"Wait. I haven't seen..."

When he was about to be pushed out, a sentence came from his ear: "Alcohol."

"what?"

"It's not musk, it's alcohol."

Then he was thrown out, his eyes were still pitch black, his hands were still bound, and he was stuck at the door.

Alcohol?Didn't he drink Chinese medicine only when he was sick?Why is there still alcohol?

With a bang, the door was closed.