can't go wild

The training room is on the first floor of the B&B, absolutely soundproof.

Aino has his first gun in his life, but he is not happy at all.Because his instructor said "You have a good talent", but when he turned around to show you, he crushed you with absolute strength.More importantly, his expression has not changed from the beginning to the end. He is serious and cold, so that you can't relax at all, and you can't feel any ridicule. He just knows clearly-the gap between you.

Then he goes on to teach you: "Don't aim for the head, hit the chest."

Aino: "Big area?"

Xing Zhou: "This is one. There are heart and lungs in the chest cavity. No matter which one you hit, it can bring effect. Second, your goal is not to kill the enemy, but to injure him. Aino, I ask you, arrest What is the purpose of the evil place?"

Aino stroked the handle of the gun and said, "Stop Lu Ye?"

Xing Zhou shook his head, "It's about saving people. The ultimate goal of all punishments for crimes is to save people. We need to live, get clues, and save more people."

Aino was silent, as if thinking about his words.

After practicing for a while, his hands and arms actually started to sore, which is a common problem for beginners.Because of the broken bone, he trained while sitting, so Xing Zhou squatted down next to his chair, and held his hand again to help him correct the posture of holding the gun.

The two got very close, Xing Zhou's aura was too strong, strong but inclusive, more irresistible than pure aggressiveness.Aino held his breath and concentrated, his palms were already sweating, his mouth was pursed, and he seemed unwilling to admit defeat.

Xing Zhou's voice rang in his ears again, "Aino, remember, your gun is not for killing people."

Here it goes again, damn didactic tone.

Aino pulled the trigger, damn it, missed the target.

"Concentrate." Xing Zhou's face remained unchanged, "Continue to practice."

Aino took a deep breath and re-aimed.He doesn't like aggressive tactics and is not easy to be provoked, but he just can't stand Xing Zhou, the calmer he is, the more serious Aino is.What's more, this is a matter of his own safety, of course Aino must practice hard.

Just do it without saying much.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Shooting with a single shot, Aino finally found a touch of his hand, but at this moment, Xing Zhou held his wrist and said, "It's almost done, that's it for today."

Aino: "Practice for a while."

Xing Zhou didn't say anything, and directly let go of his strength.Aino let go of his hand naturally, the gun landed in Xing Zhou's palm and was taken away.Only then did Aino finally understand why Jueming and Chen Junyang reacted that way when Xing Zhou said that he wanted to "start training".

Isn't this the fear of being dominated, which is said to have never been experienced by the academic master Aino?

Quite fresh.

Aino was not angry at all, looked at Xing Zhou with a smile, and said, "My hands are a little sore and hurt, so I may not be able to support the crutches now, why don't you take me back?"

Xing Zhou intuitively felt that this smile was a bit unusual, because Xiangye smiled like this when talking to Chu Lian facing the camera.But Xing Zhou didn't want to spend more time thinking about it. It's normal for a child to have a temper.

So Xing Zhou turned around in front of Aino and squatted down.

Aino's expression froze for an instant, until Xing Zhou didn't wait for him to lie down, and turned back to ask, "Does your hand hurt anymore?"

It hurts even if it doesn't hurt.

Aino directly lay on Xing Zhou's back, and replied calmly, "Let's go."

Xing Zhou then walked out, not afraid of being seen by anyone.Ever since, everyone saw it. Chen Junyang and Chen Juntao in the training room next door, Xiao Xiong who was sweeping the floor, and Wen Yue who was tending the flowers and plants in the courtyard all paid attention to them.

Xing Zhou recited it upright, and Aino rolled his eyes.Why on earth did he want to get angry with Xing Zhou?This question was not figured out until he was carried into the room by Xing Zhou and put on the bed.

Soon, Xing Zhou went out and came in again, holding a box of ointment with a strange smell in his hand.

"Give me your hand." Xing Zhou stretched out his hand.

"You answer me first, what is that?" Aino frowned.

"The plaster that Zong Mian made can relax the tendons, activate the blood, and relieve swelling and pain." Xing Zhou was afraid that Xiangye would dislike the taste of it, so he added, "Everyone in the crime detection department has used it before, and it is not poisonous."

Zong Mian?

It should be the big cotton that Cassia and Wenyue were talking about.

Aino: "I'll do it myself."

Xing Zhou: "Do you know how to massage? Can you find the right acupuncture points?"

Aino: "..."

Xing Zhou: "Hand."

Aino gave up struggling, he stretched out his hand, and Ren Xingzhou wiped the gray-green ointment with a strange smell on his hands and wrists.At first the atmosphere was normal, but when Xing Zhou massaged him, Aino felt a little awkward.

It was the first time for him to be so intimate with a man. Even though they were of the same sex, it would be fine to take a bath together, but it was still weird, unexplainably weird.

But Xing Zhou was upright, and it seemed that Xiangye's awkwardness was unreasonable.

In fact, it was also the first time for Xing Zhou to help someone apply plaster. In the past, this was Zong Mian's job. Coupled with acupuncture and moxibustion, a few casual massages were enough.But now that Zong Mian is not here, Xing Zhou can only go by himself.

Of course he could let Aino come by himself, but that would not work well.Aino was still young, and when he met Luye's people twice, he was injured both times, and each time was more serious. If he didn't adjust his body well, he would have to suffer in the future.

After the massage, Aino's hands were indeed much more relaxed.Seeing that it was still early, Aino drove out all the chaotic colors in his mind, and said seriously: "I want to visit the place where the old man lived."

The old man is from Jingzhou, and he and Chu Lian are old acquaintances. The place where he lived may leave Chu Lian's footprints.Not to mention that Chu Lian might be in Jingzhou now.

Xing Zhou also had this intention.Aino couldn't move easily, he wanted him to rest at the hotel, but he thought that Aino would not listen to him, so he agreed.

Half an hour later, Aino traveled in a wheelchair.

The first stop was Jingzhou Academy of Fine Arts, the university that Xiangqi had attended.

The Academy of Fine Arts is open to the outside world, so after Xing Zhou parked his car, he pushed Aino into it smoothly.It is not easy to find a person who studied here 20 years ago. Xing Zhou can retrieve the same files by means, but more details are actually hidden in the memories of his classmates and teachers back then.

Or rather, in an obscure corner.

It was the end of June at this time, and the summer vacation was approaching, and the Art Museum of the Academy of Fine Arts was holding an exhibition of graduate works, so there were not many people coming and going on campus.

The two picked places where there were few people, and Aino asked, "Can we still find the old man's old classmates and teachers?"

Xing Zhou: "I've already asked about it. Xiangqi doesn't live in school, and no one knows about him and Chu Lian, nor his private life."

Hearing this, Aino recalled the investigation report on Xiangqi from the Police Department.Xiangqi is a rich second generation, his parents divorced, his mother married far away, his father remarried and immigrated, so Xiangqi is also a loner.

Such a person, in the information, shows that he is sunny and helpful. It seems that everyone will remember him, the handsome young man who played basketball in the sun, but if you ask carefully, no one has really understood him.

This is why Aino must make the trip himself.

Superficial information will cover up the truth. A person who has nothing but money has seen the warmth and coldness of human relationships prematurely. He may be really optimistic and cheerful, and he has never been crushed by reality, but what is it that has completely driven him back to seclusion? What about the unfinished building?

They came to the studio where Xiangqi once stayed.From the pieced together information, Xiangqi really loves painting, is also very talented, willing to work hard, often stays in the studio all day long, and likes to sit by the window.

There is a huge cherry blossom tree outside the window. If you look out from the window on the second floor, if you sit here in spring, you will be able to see the tree full of fragrance.

Xiangye asked Xing Zhou to push him to the window, and he looked out through the window, but he seemed to be back in an unfinished building in a daze.In fact, the old man also liked to sit by the window when he was in the unfinished building, and Aino was unconsciously influenced by him, so he put the only chair there too.

After the old man died, he would sometimes sit there and think of him.

Miss him?

Aino was a little confused.

More than ten years have passed, and there is no trace of Xiangqi in the studio, but Aino seems to be able to see the scene where he used to sit here and paint.The old man was very focused when he was painting, and only at this time could Aino truly feel that he was still alive.In that shell lives a living soul, not a dying wreck.

Seeing that Xiangye was in a daze, Xing Zhou didn't disturb him.He turned to look at the studio, and after a long time, Aino asked: "No one has been to this studio for a long time, has it?"

"Someone donated money to the school to build a new building." Xing Zhou said.

The new building is not far from here, and the old studio where they are at the moment is covered with creepers outside. It is a small building with only three floors. The symbolic meaning is greater than the actual function, so the students have moved to the new studio. go.

Aino asked this question because the studio was obviously dusty.

Just at this moment, a middle-aged woman walked by outside the studio, saw someone inside, and couldn't help asking: "Where are you students from? Why are you here?"

This old building is really rarely visited by people.

Of course this student was referring to Aino, who looked to be at the age of school, he answered calmly: "My father used to be a student here."

The woman asked curiously, "Who is your father?"

Aino: "Aligned."

"It's him." The woman showed a sudden expression, she knew the same person, and she couldn't help but soften her eyes when she looked at Aino, and said, "That's really a coincidence, I was his former counselor, I didn't expect his children It’s so big, time flies. Oh, by the way, I have received calls from the police station in the past two days, saying that there is something wrong with his household registration information, so I went to the school to check, is everything okay?”

Household registration information, that is the handwriting of the crime prevention department.Xiangqi had falsified his age, and the criminal investigation department just used this as an excuse to conduct an investigation openly, but it did not disclose the news that Xiangqi was dead.

Xiangye shook his head, pretended to be a good boy, and chatted with the woman about Xiangqi.

When the woman brought up the past, she was also very nostalgic, and said: "Your father was obviously very talented back then, but there was no news about it later. When I brought it up again recently, many teachers felt it was a pity. Hey, Professor Qian from the Department of Oil Painting still collected it. One of his paintings is like a treasure, and no one will see it."

Hearing this, Xiangye looked at Xing Zhou, who shook his head slightly.Although there was no verbal communication, the meaning was clear - this Professor Qian was not within the scope of the previous investigation.

Afterwards, the woman cared about Aino's studies, and earnestly told him to study hard, and said a lot, but it was all useless information.

Aino bid her farewell politely, left the studio, followed the crowd to the vicinity of the art gallery.On the way, some students were distributing leaflets, saying that there will be an exhibition of excellent works of previous graduates here in two days, welcome to visit.

"Previously..." Aino murmured, he knew that the old man's name was like a flash in the pan, if it hadn't been for the crime arrest department to start investigating him, I am afraid no one would mention it again, and most of his works would not appear here kind of exhibition site.

He settled down and said to Xing Zhou, "I want to see that painting."

Xing Zhou: "Okay, I'll let Cassia Ming contact you."

Aino nodded and said nothing more.The two walked around the Academy of Fine Arts again, and left the Academy of Fine Arts without any further inquiries.

At the second stop, the two arrived at Xiangqi's home in Jingzhou.

This is an old community with poor security. Xing Zhou and Xiang Ye are two strangers who come and go freely here.There was no surveillance system installed in the corridor, and the lock on the door was very old. Xing Zhou easily removed the lock.

Fine, that's fine, crude and simple.

Aino was pushed in by Xing Zhou, and as the two of them walked, the wind slipped in, blowing up dust all over the floor, and also blowing away the time that had been covered in dust for ten years.

The rose-colored sunset passed through the French windows of the living room without any hindrance, and met the wind, time passed, and the story began to continue.

Even Xing Zhou didn't expect that the place would remain the same as it was when Xiangqi left ten years ago.

There are instant noodle bowls on the coffee table in the living room, and the unfinished instant noodles have long been moldy, and then covered by thick dust.Remote controls, spoons, a few packs of snacks, etc., all miscellaneous things are piled up there, there is still garbage in the trash can, and the slippers at the door are also placed in a mess, which is enough to show that the owner of the house is in a hurry when he leaves.

Aino picked up a leaflet on the coffee table, shook off the dust and saw that it was an advertisement for the opening of a fried chicken restaurant, and the opening date was July 2012, 7.

He could almost imagine that Xiangqi picked up such a flyer on the way back and put it on the coffee table.

Except for the mess around the coffee table, the room was tidied up in an orderly manner, which showed that Xiang Qi was not a sloppy person back then.Even if he doesn't like hygiene, there will be cleaning aunts who come to clean up regularly, so this leaflet has not had time to throw away, instead of keeping it there all the time.The time of handing out leaflets must be earlier than the opening, so the time for Xiangqi to leave here must be earlier than the 12th.

And the day that Chu Lian betrayed the police department was July 7th of the same year.

Xiangqi must have gotten some news, maybe it was because he knew that something happened to Chu Lian, that's why he left the residence in a hurry, but he never came back after leaving.

Aino then rummaged through the house, and finally found some traces of Chu Lian's existence.They found a laptop in Xiangqi's bedroom, which was still usable when it was plugged in. In addition to some paintings stored by Xiangqi and a bunch of software commonly used by art students, there was also a video.

Open the video, and there is a date display in the lower left corner, which is June 2012, 6.

The first thing that caught my eye was a familiar face.

That was Chu Lian when he was young, with a delicate and feminine appearance, which could be called beautiful, but he had a gentle smile.He was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a book in his hands, and the wind blew the white gauze curtain across his shoulders. He looked up at the camera, with a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

"Didn't you say you want to draw? Why did you make a video again?"

"Record it. If I make a mistake later, I can watch the video and correct it." Outside the screen, a man's voice sounded. Although he was much younger, Aino could tell that it was the voice of an old man.

"Okay." Chu Lian reluctantly agreed.

"You read the book, don't worry about me."

"Can I look like this?"

"Of course, you don't have to pose specially, you can do whatever you want."

"it is good."

Soon, the scene returned to calm.

Chu Lian looked down at the book, turned page after page, and finally fell asleep.Xiang Qi never appeared in the screen, he called Chu Lian softly, and didn't speak again as if he couldn't bear to disturb him.

The only sound left in the room is the rustling sound of the pen nib dancing on the drawing paper.The sunlight gradually elongated Chu Lian's shadow, and the whole picture was peaceful and peaceful, especially beautiful.