slip through the net [criminal investigation]

He lowered his hand to cover the wound, and after a moment of silence he asked, "You think...that's how my injury came about? Aren't you worried about me?"

Ying Cheng was also silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "You have been secretive to me from the beginning, and you won't ask me to trust you with all your heart, right? Is there even one thing you said to me that is true?

You hurt like this, remember to clean my house before you faint, make sure there is no DNA, dare you say you trust me?Come on, where the hell were you last night? "

He bowed his head, his lips were a little muffled, and finally asked: "Where was Bureau Chen... was injured?"

"The abandoned warehouse in Chenjia Lane."

That's right.

——Last night, he was there, exchanging blood for blood, heart for heart, for this police uniform, clean and spotless.

He wasn't sure how much Chen Qiang saw, but he knew who the person who injured Chen Qiang would be.

"Jiang Huan! Talk! Where were you last night!"

He didn't dare to look up, he was afraid that when he saw Yingcheng's face, he would lose control and couldn't help telling the whole story, but he couldn't.

So he could only lower his head and almost bow himself like a shrimp: "It's not me, it has nothing to do with me."

"Jiang Huan!"

"I don't have an alibi, if you're asking."

"Then how did you get your injuries?"

He stretched out his hand again to cover the almost fatal wound. In front of Ying Cheng, he felt that he was transparent, and what he was going to say next made him feel ashamed.

He had to lie, he had to exploit due sympathy, and he had to belittle himself.

"I want to die," he said.

Should be startled.

As soon as he raised his head, tears really flowed down his face. For a moment, he thought that it would be great if he had never existed. He had never wished so strongly to die, and even thought in a daze, when will he die?

Is it before meeting the application, or after the application?

Let's do it before meeting Yingcheng, so that when he is just a stranger to him and dies, Yingcheng won't be touched a bit.

But he didn't die.He is still alive.He deeply loves this world and also deeply loves Yingcheng, he hates cheating and taking advantage of him, but he still can only say:

"I thought you didn't want me anymore, so I... I didn't expect that if I almost stabbed myself to death, I would attract suspicion for myself.

So, no matter what I do, I can't gain your trust. No matter what I do... I'm not your family. "

Should be silent.He was completely awake at this moment, and finally remembered that the snail spirit he raised was a sick person besides being a human being, and he also remembered how sensitive and fragile he was, and how desperate he was when he fell ill.

And what I did was simply another invisible sharp knife stabbing this wound again.

Before he could figure out how to reply, he only heard "Apply", and Xie Lin rushed in again. He was stunned at first when he saw the neat and tidy house, and then he was shocked when he saw the flower of blood on the sofa.

Xie Lin's sudden appearance made Jiang Huan even more irritable and crazy. He suddenly waved his hands in a fierce tone and said, "Let's go!"

"Jiang also..."

He suddenly slumped against the wall and sat down again, grabbing his hair to cover his face, whimpering, as if the sudden irritability just now was just a hallucination: "Please... let's go..."

"Jiang also..."

"Please...just for a while, let me...leave me alone."

Don't appear in front of him anymore, he can no longer bear himself who has to live by lies.

He has never regretted so strongly, if only he hadn't survived that time, if only he hadn't met Ying Cheng, if only... he died.

Sure enough, living is the greatest punishment, and every day of survival for the rest of my life comes from the deepest and deepest resentment of the dead.

For those who are most desperate, they should be given the light of God, and then thrown into darkness.

This kind of torture is deeply rooted.

40. High fever

Xie Lin heard their obviously emotionally unstable argument, and hurried to the corridor, saw Jiang Huan whose upper body was tottering, and helped him up first: "Jiang Huan? What's the matter, are you okay?"

He seemed to regain his sanity for a short time, and broke away from his hand: "You all go..."

"Jiang Huan, I..."

The person who had just calmed down was on the verge of depression again when Ying Cheng opened his mouth. His heart was beating wildly and swelled violently. It was almost squeezed out of the small wound on his chest. The illusion and reality overlapped in his mind. The lingering sound of the nasty crackling flames made him beat his head incessantly, hysterical: "Go away! Leave me alone, leave me alone... go away!"

Xie Lin looked back at Ying Cheng, who gave him a "PTSD" mouth shape, he immediately separated Ying Cheng, and gave him a wink to make him back away.

He didn't need to say anything, his very existence was an irritant, and he had always been adept at persuading victims of breakdowns.

"It's okay. Jiang Huan, look at me, it's okay." Ying Cheng turned around and took two steps back, Xie Lin spoke softly, while turning around to completely block Ying Cheng, and tried to approach him again. "Jiang Huan, take a rest first, I'll be with you, it's okay, would you like some water?"

He opened his eyes and glanced at Xie Lin, trembling, desperately separated the illusion and reality with his rationality, and tried his best to ignore the auditory hallucinations in his ears, but he still couldn't get out of the terrifying illusion, so he could only slumped down against the wall and grabbed Xie Lin. His hand asked, "Is it on fire?"

Xie Lin took the opportunity to grab his hands to prevent him from hurting himself again, and said in a softer and gentler tone: "No, it's okay, you're fine."

"No... no... it's on fire, it's on fire! You all go!"

The sharp and frightening howls were endless, and the sound of flames devouring everything was endless. The hallucinations made him unbearable. He suddenly broke away from Xie Lin and beat his head hard, screaming, "Stop, let him stop... put out the fire, Put out the fire! Save me... save us..."

"Jiang Huan, look at me, look at me, you saw the fire, right? But I'm fine, I don't hurt, it's an illusion."

He murmured and repeated, over and over again: "Illusion... hallucination..."

"Yes, it's an illusion. You can't see it when you close your eyes. Come on, close your eyes."

He was obedient and obedient, Xie Lin took the opportunity to hug him: "It's okay, you're just sick, you have a fever, do you know that?"

When "fever" was mentioned, he suddenly felt his head became chaotic and complicated. Not only could he not distinguish reality from illusion, he couldn't even remember what happened just now, and he looked eagerly: "Yingcheng... Yingcheng...he Are you clear?"

Xie Lin was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Ying Cheng, Ying Cheng stepped forward quickly: "I'm here, don't worry, I'm innocent."

Jiang also said that he was meticulous, elegant, calm, and composed. He was careful and methodical in everything he did. He was a qualified and good nanny who helped him manage his life more like life.

Before he knew it, he had gotten used to Jiang Huan like this, so much so that he even forgot, forgot how painful he was when he fell ill.

He always hides the pain and only shows his gentle side, making people mistakenly think that he can always be as strong as steel.

But actually, he can't.His disease made him more vulnerable than normal.

Still in a daze, Jiang grabbed his neck and patted him on the back, as gentle as ever: "Ah Cheng...it's okay, I'm here, Acheng...I will protect you."

Ying Cheng trembled like an electric shock, and a long dusty memory bloomed in the depths of his memory. Before he could think about it, the person in his arms fell limp.

Xie Lin gave his hand and hurriedly moved Jiang Huan to the guest room where he slept. He stretched out his hand to touch it and then retracted his hand: "It's so hot? Send it to the hospital?"

"Just now he said he didn't want to go to the hospital."

"It's all burning to the point of talking nonsense. If he doesn't want to go, won't he go?"

Ying Cheng was silent for a while: "As far as his mental state is concerned, let's go along with him. There are antipyretics at home."

Xie Lin rolled his eyes at him and ground his teeth angrily: "Then why are you still standing there, go and get it!"

He looked like an abacus bead, he didn't know how to move it until he dialed it, and hurriedly ran to get the medicine with an "oh", Xie Lin was so angry that he held his forehead: "I said that with your living ability, you have not starved to death or died of illness all these years. It is really good to go." You're lucky, go buy a lottery ticket."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm not good at taking care of patients."

"You may not be very good at taking care of yourself. Look at your previous kennel. I just entered the door and thought I went wrong."

Now the whole house is indeed warm and tidy, but it is precisely because of this that it is permeated with a strange and mysterious atmosphere, which makes him miss the previous kennel instead.

"Jiang did it, don't tell me, since raising him, my quality of life has really improved significantly."

Ying Cheng managed to find the fever-reducing medicine from the colorful pile of medicines, and then, facing Xie Lin's big white eyes, remembered that he didn't take any water, so he hurriedly poured a glass of boiling water and gave it to Xie Lin. Tang almost smashed the glass, so he had to stand up and chase away people.

"Okay, my uncle Ying, don't let me help you. Jiang will take care of me. With his mental state, it's better not to appear in front of him when he wakes up. Your old man will return to the game now." Let's continue to investigate the case, ah."

Ying Chengzhen was pushed and shoved out of the gate. Seeing the gate of his own house being closed in front of him, and his nose was ashamed, he couldn't help complaining: "This is my house!"

How did he become the one who got kicked out?

As a result, I only heard one sentence from inside - "Get out".

He had no choice but to sigh, and confessed again.