Dangerous Personality

"Whoa-"

The torrential rain was pouring, and the raindrops hit the window glass, which also wet the dark sky.Pedestrians on the street hurried to and fro with umbrellas, and the sound of rain was accompanied by the sound of steam, and the vehicles moved slowly amidst the sound of steam.

The radio station broadcast the weather conditions: "Thunderstorms have been falling since yesterday. The average rainfall this month has exceeded the historical extreme value. The roads are flooded. Citizens are requested to pay more attention when traveling."

"Don't tell me there was an accident ahead," the driver stared at the dangling wipers in front of him, and after listening to the broadcast, he said impatiently, "I don't know when the rain will last, this road is already blocked—"

When he said this, he tilted his head slightly to the rear, and said to the figure sitting in the back row: "Your destination... is to go to the police station?"

Lead clouds obscured the sun, and the interior of the car was dimly lit.

The figure sitting there moved. He hung his head, clasped his hands and put them on his lap. The upturned leg was wrapped in black jeans, and he was wearing a pair of leather boots. The simple-cut leather military boots were stained. A little rain.

The man has not made any sound since he got in the car, and the destination is marked on the online order of the car-hailing software.

He slept for a while after getting into the car, and now he just woke up, with the shattered hair on his forehead covering his eyes, sitting there as if swallowed by darkness, half of his body blended into one with the dim light, the driver looked back from inside the car In the mirror, only a pale and thin jaw could be seen.

A few seconds later, a merciless sentence came from the back seat.

"Drive your car."

"..."

During the conversation, the road conditions still did not improve at all.

The driver found that the passenger was not easy to get along with, and he was obviously more interested in continuing to sleep than chatting. He stopped talking to the passenger, and only secretly thought: run to the police station at this time, hey, committing a crime up?

At the same time, the Yongan Police Station of the South China Branch.

The words "Strict Law Enforcement, Enthusiastic Service" are marked on the wall of the office, and the national emblem is placed in the middle of the words. However, such majesty cannot calm down the frenzied scene in the office at this time—a man in his forties The man was carried into the office area by two police officers, one on the left and the other on the right.

Police officer: "Be honest!"

The man struggled uncooperatively, and after struggling in vain, he began to hold on to the doorknob, refusing to let go. Even though his upper body had been dragged into the door by the police, his legs were still fixed in place like stone pillars, and he wailed and howled: "You guys! You can’t arrest me without evidence!—Is there anyone who handles a case like this? Let me go, I’m going to sue you!”

The man was wearing a gray overalls, the pockets of the overalls were like two square patches, the sneakers on his feet were quite new, and there was a sense of market in his brown cloudy eyes.

The newly promoted policeman Ji Mingrui came in from the back, and when he entered the door, he reached out to lift the man in: "No evidence?!" He dragged out a chair, and waited for the man to sit on the chair obediently by his shoulders. A transparent evidence bag was slapped on the table.

An old silver mobile phone lay in the evidence bag.

Ji Mingrui: "When you were stealing from someone's house, you left your phone in the living room. How dare you say there is no evidence?!"

The voice of the man crying and howling stopped abruptly: "..."

Ji Mingrui: "Or do you want to say that this phone doesn't belong to you? Is there another person in this world who keeps your wife's phone number and also calls your wife wife?"

The man was completely silent: "..."

Ji Mingrui continued to ask: "Where are the stolen things hidden?"

"..."

After half an hour.

A policewoman came out from the next room: "My side is also making a lot of trouble. The neighbor, Grandma Wang, has been crying for a long time, saying that it is a wooden carving handed down from their family. It is very important to her, so let's find it quickly. "

"He still refuses to explain?"

Ji Mingrui is tall and looks quite strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He just graduated from the police academy this year and became a film policeman. He devoted himself to all kinds of conflicts and quarrels among neighbors. It's not even a case investigation, it's more like a mediator.

Today this family is getting divorced, and tomorrow the other family is beating up the mistress because of cheating...

Ji Mingrui took a deep breath, no one thought that a wooden carving could last so long: "I didn't say it, he faltered and said that he forgot, and he could forget where he hid things?! Originally, I had a friend for dinner tonight, look. In this situation, when he gets here, I can only treat him to instant noodles. I don’t know if his bad temper will put the instant noodle cup on my head. "

The policewoman turned her head to look at the rainstorm outside the window, and thought that it was strange enough to have a dinner appointment in this weather.

The cross-examination continued.

On the way, the neighbor, Grandma Wang, couldn't wait any longer, opened the door and rushed into the battlefield, and the situation in the office became even more chaotic.

The old man was as good as the young man when he scolded. Although his movements were trembling, his words were full of spirit.

The mediator Ji Mingrui was quarreled one by one, and was calming Grandma Wang's emotions. Someone knocked on the glass door of the office twice: "Mingrui, someone is looking for you, and they say it's your friend." Finally, the messenger Add another sentence, "The name is Chi Qing."

Ji Mingrui didn't know how to separate himself, and said without turning his head: "It's my friend, let him come in directly."

Because the scene was so chaotic, no one noticed that a few minutes later, someone put away the umbrella and walked through the corridor. The tip of the transparent long-handled umbrella was facing down, and the man's slightly wet leather boots had been wiped clean like a clean freak.Then, a black gloved hand pushed the door open.

The black gloves tightly wrapped several fingers, making the knuckles extraordinarily slender.

——As long as the scene in the institute is a little calmer, this hand is not so easy to be ignored, and it should even have a very high rate of turning heads.Because in daily life, I am afraid that it is rare to see someone wearing gloves when going out.

Chi Qing was stuck on the road for more than half an hour, and Grandma Wang was swearing vigorously in local dialect when she opened the door.

"Nong miscellaneous little red guy—!"

The man in overalls retorted: "Don't think I can't understand because I'm from out of town, are you scolding me?!"

Ji Mingrui said: "It's not for you to talk, you still have the nerve to talk, ah? Do you know that the nature of your matter is very bad? How can you steal the woodcarving handed down from the neighbor's family? Do you know that the wood—— Out of the desire to appease the victim, the mediator Ji Mingrui scolded the man, and then turned to his grandmother: "What material is the wood?"

Ji Mingrui thought that it should still be of some value and could be used to bluff people.

Neighbor Grandma Wang hurriedly said, "It's the wood I cut myself in the mountains. Alas, it has been passed down for three generations."

Ji Mingrui: "..."

"Cough... Did you hear that, the wood that has been handed down for three generations," Ji Mingrui tapped the table with his fingers, "This value cannot be measured by money. Where did you hide it?!"

Several people were still arguing about the wood carving, only the policewoman who walked to the side to fetch water for Grandma Wang found that the "friend" who had just come in was sleeping on the sofa in the corner alone, and the figure was lying on the sofa sideways, long Legs curled up.

Due to the limited angle, she didn't see what the man looked like, but only noticed the man's hanging half of his wrist.

... It's so noisy that he can sleep well.

For an extremely simple dispute and a wood carving, Ji Mingrui used all kinds of interrogation methods he had learned in the police academy over the years, but the man in overalls on the opposite side refused to accept it. By the way, I put it outside when I went shopping just now, and threw it away—I don’t know exactly where I threw it. If you go to the trash can, you might find it. I threw it away and you asked me how to give it to you. At worst, I just need to pay some money, you piece of wood can make me lose some money."

Ji Mingrui scolded his mother in his heart.

It's past eleven o'clock.

It was still raining outside the window.

Seeing that he had the upper hand, the man in overalls rolled his eyes: "Is there anything else, since we're done talking, can you let me go?"

For a while, everyone didn't know what to say.

Just at the moment of stalemate, a voice broke the calm: "It rained for two days in a row."

Everyone heard the sound and saw that Chi Qing sat up from the sofa while talking. Since there was an incandescent lamp above his head, he raised his hand to half-cover his eyes, and then continued after a while: "After you go out to buy things, the shoes are on. Not a drop of mud. If I were you, I wouldn't make such flimsy excuses."

He didn't really fall asleep just now, the office was too noisy, and he almost heard the details of this neighborhood dispute while he was half asleep and half awake.

The man in overalls shrank back unconsciously.

He didn't go out at all.

This sentence popped out of everyone's mind like thunder.

Ji Mingrui was stunned, and said: "I didn't go out, so the things are at his house."

Chi Qing got up, looking like he was still asleep, half-closed his eyes, giving a feeling of impatient waiting.

He reached out and pointed to the evidence bag: "Can I have a look."

Everyone immediately noticed the black glove on his hand—the phone is a touch-screen phone. Because of the need to swipe to check, Chi Qing slowly took off the right glove before picking up the phone. Above are pale hands.The knuckles are slender, and the skin is so white that it seems that the light blue blood vessels dormant underneath can be seen.

That hand held the phone for no more than ten seconds, and quickly put it down.

It is not only the hand that attracts attention, except for Ji Mingrui who has been familiar with Chi Qing's face all year round, it is difficult for others to digest the visual impact of this face.

The policewoman who was very close to Chi Qing suddenly came to her senses and found that she had been staring at him for a long time, and her face was red belatedly.

It was an extremely beautiful but slightly decadent face, probably because the hair on the forehead was too long, or maybe because his complexion was too fair, but his lips were as red as if they had been stained with blood.Although the man's facial features are beautiful, but his expression is disgusted, and there is a kind of decadent air on his body.

Chi Qing seemed to be very used to this kind of staring, so he just said: "Instead of asking him where he hid his things, why not ask his son here."

Ji Mingrui was dumbfounded: Son?

How did you get involved with your son?

What does it matter to my son?

Wait, how did he know he had a son?

However, after mentioning his son, the man became agitated, different from the nonsensical excitement just now, this time his eyes widened, he stood up "scratchedly", and pretended to grab the phone: "If you interrogate me, you will interrogate me, why mention my son! "

Ji Mingrui raised his brows, feeling something was wrong: "Sit down honestly!"

"My son has nothing to do with this!"

When the man in overalls was grabbing something, he touched Chi Qing's hand that hadn't been completely put down in desperation.

At the moment of contact, there was an extra layer of sound beside Chi Qing's ears, and this layer of sound was transmitted into his ears as if separated by a membrane and slightly distorted, as if two men in overalls were in his ears at the same time. While talking, but the distorted sentence was completely opposite to what he said:

【I can't let them know that my son stole it. If this matter gets out, what will others think of Xiaokang? He will be discussed by neighbors and classmates...】

The phone was still not taken away by him, Ji Mingrui snatched the phone, and opened it again according to the program Chi Qing opened just now.

On the browser, the name of a certain children's cartoon was displayed on the web searches in the past month.In the communication records, there were not many phone calls in the past six months, and there were no traces of work contact or life at all.As for the photo album, there are not many photos, most of them are old photos, and there are few new photos. The latest one was taken just today, and a black and white smear of something dangled past, very blurred, like a mistaken photo.

——This old mobile phone that was replaced, the man obviously didn't use it anymore.

So who is using it?

"In general, what do people do with their old mobile phones?" Ji Mingrui seemed to be asking, but actually gave the answer himself, "It will be used by other people in the family. If there are children in the family - most people will leave it for the children to play with." .Do you want to return the things to the old man yourself, or should we go and ask your son in person?"

The man lowered his head, knowing that things were completely out of control.

Ji Mingrui was continuing to ask for details, when the policewoman beside him pointed to the glass door: "Your friend has gone out."

Ji Mingrui only glanced at it: "He went to wash his hands."

Policewoman: "Huh?"

Ji Mingrui was very familiar with Chi Qing's "weird" stinky problems, and while lowering his head to record the case on a piece of paper, he said: "He is a clean freak, he can wash his hands three times when touched by others, and he has been wearing gloves since he entered the door just now. ."

"Is this cleanliness so serious?"

"It's not just serious." Ji Mingrui put down his pen and pointed to the trash can with the tip of the pen, "When I met him in high school, I wanted to help him take out the trash, but accidentally touched his hand, and he directly put the trash can on my head Already. My friend almost didn’t make it, cleanliness is such a horror.”

"You are so familiar with him, you won't be like this now." The policewoman thought this eccentricity was quite interesting, and smiled.

Ji Mingrui: "I also asked him this question, and he said that as a respect for his friend, he would endure it for three seconds and couldn't help but hold it back."

"Did he also go to the police academy? Where is he serving now?"

The policewoman asked a question that everyone in the audience wanted to ask just now.

"No, he went to film school, and he couldn't do it at all." Ji Mingrui knew where they were surprised. "Although it's a pity, but my buddy really didn't join the police industry—do you think he is so powerful that he is almost as good as someone else?" It's like mind reading."

The policewoman nodded.

"...It was the same when I was in school, he always seemed to know what other people were thinking," Ji Mingrui waved his hand after finishing speaking, "Just kidding, how could there be such a thing as mind reading in the world—"

At the end of the corridor, the restroom.

Chi Qing stood in front of the mirror, her hands were wet, and her knuckles were drenched as if they had no temperature.

He stared silently at himself in the mirror.

Through the mirror surface, the same scene reappears face to face in the mirror. After reflection and imaging, the world seems to be divided into two.

Only he himself knows that the moment just now was not an auditory hallucination, the distorted voice did indeed climb up slowly from the depths of his brain, murmuring treacherously: 【I can't let them know that my son stole things...】

Chi Qing lowered her eyes, and finally dried her hands as if nothing had happened.