Dangerous Personality

"Bus? Why do you want to check the bus all of a sudden?"

The next day, Ji Mingrui sat in the office and asked while pressing his temple.

He drank too much wine yesterday, and he was dizzy when he woke up in the morning. As soon as he entered the gate of the police station, he saw all his colleagues busy. Without saying a word, Su Xiaolan threw a USB flash drive in front of him: "You are responsible for this part of monitoring. Focus on checking the passengers on the bus passing by this station to see if there is a person wearing a hat, covering up, and acting suspiciously in the bus."

Ji Mingrui muttered: "What happened, why did Duanduan suddenly want to check the station monitoring."

Su Xiaolan recalled Brother Bin's remarks when the General Administration issued the task in the morning: "It seems that there is a bank robber... who may flee in the city by bus."

Robbing a bank?

Haven't received a report.

With some doubts, Ji Mingrui clicked on the USB drive.

There are hundreds of videos in the USB flash drive, and the workload is not small. He first carefully read them one by one, and then screened them for the first time.

However, when Ji Mingrui saw half of it, he clicked on the next surveillance video, and saw a familiar bus in the black and white surveillance screen—the 714 bus.

The 714 bus continued to drive forward quickly, and the word "714" on the front of the bus passed by.

He paused the scene urgently, remembering that he had seen this bus last night when he was standing at the gate of the mourning hall smoking.

Ji Mingrui is currently watching the monitoring and sees how many buses have been checked so far. These buses have a high repetition rate, but the frequency is different. Each bus starts to operate in the morning, and only one bus runs several times in a day. .

Su Xiaolan raised her head and dripped a few drops of eye drops, ready to take a break. After taking the eye drops, she saw Ji Mingrui sitting motionless in front of the computer, and asked, "What's wrong, do you look stupid?"

Ji Mingrui wrote down the names of these buses just now, zoomed out the monitoring page and clicked on the traffic planning map of South China City. He stared at the several bus route maps juxtaposed together, and soon found that all the bus routes including 714 All routes have one thing in common.

The common denominator is that they all pass through the mourning hall.

late at night.

The two, whose current identities cannot be seen, wore masks and caps and went out to buy things at a nearby convenience store.

There is no surveillance in this kind of small store, and it is already late at night, and the convenience store clerk just wants to sleep groggyly, so even if the two of them are tightly covered, they didn't attract the cashier's attention when they first entered.

"..." the female cashier said, "Welcome."

It was inconvenient for Xie Lin to speak, so he came to the snack shelf, tapped the candies on the shelf, and asked silently: Do you want to eat?

Chi Qing only wore one glove, and the other hand was exposed, holding onto Xie Lin's hand tightly.

Xie Lin: "Why are you so clingy these days?"

Chi Qing's voice sounded muffled through the mask: "It was so hard to see you."

Chi Qing has been very attached to him since the two met again.

Sometimes when he got up in the middle of the night, Chi Qing would grab his hand in a daze and ask, "Where are you going?"

Xie Lin coaxed him patiently: "I'll be right back."

Chi Qing: "I'll go with you."

Xie Lin: "I go to the bathroom and you go too?"

Chi Qing let out an "um" from his nose.

"I'll see you every day from now on," Xie Lin took the bag of candy off the shelf, thinking of the time when the two of them first met, he felt a little funny, "I don't know who was the one who couldn't even touch at first .”

Chi Qing: "I was not familiar with you at that time."

In the end, the two returned to the residence with their things, and when Jie Lin put away the things, he found that Chi Qing still hadn't let go of his hands.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Xie Lin shook the hands they held: "Or do you want to go in and wash with me?"

Only then did Chi Qing let go of his hand: "Then wash it quickly."

After Xie Lin closed the bathroom door, he was about to take off his clothes when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He suddenly thought: that day when Chi Qing came back from the funeral, what was the first thing he said when he entered the door?

He thought for a while, remembering the cigarette he smoked when he woke up that day, and also remembering what Chi Qing said standing at the door:

—— "Why didn't you continue to sleep? Did you wake up?"

This sentence was like a silent thunderbolt, which suddenly struck his ear.

It was very quiet in the residential building that day, and no movement could be heard at all.There was a child who was going to school on the first floor, but he seemed to be doing his homework quietly that day. There was a man living on the second floor, but that man usually kept himself locked in the room without knowing what he was doing.

No sound disturbed him.

So why did Chi Qing say that?

Why does he feel...noisy?

Xie Lin's eyes flashed the glass of wine that was burning after he dropped it on the bar that night - he couldn't help wondering, before that glass of wine hit the ground, was the wine in the glass still the same as it was when it was presented.

Xie Lin thought of this, and opened the bathroom door.

Chi Qing, who was half-curled up on the sofa in the living room, was covering his ears with one hand, which was a very noisy posture.

He didn't bring much clothes when he came out this time, and he was still wearing the white sweater that Xie Lin had just washed. Wearing white on him made him look fragile and transparent.Chi Qing lowered her eyes, even though she had tried her best to endure it, she still seemed to be terribly quarreled.

It was too late when Chi Qing heard the movement and wanted to put his hand down. Seeing Xie Lin's expression, he was stunned for a rare moment as if he had done something wrong, and then showed a bit of bewilderment and helplessness.

After a while, he even said cautiously, "I...have a headache."

Xie Lin almost laughed angrily.

"Headache?"

"I fell into the water that day," Chi Qing said, "I'm not in good health."

Jie Lin resisted the urge to drag this man over to give him a beating, walked over and put his palm on Chi Qing's ears, and asked softly, "How much did you drink?"

Chi Qing pursed her lips: "One bite."

Xie Lin saw through it at a glance: "Tell the truth."

Chi Qing: "A lot."

Xie Lin didn't continue to ask him why he drank, the answer was obvious: "that person" must be nearby that day, so he might be able to hear something, maybe he would appear within Chi Qing's hearing range.

Xie Lin didn't ask him why he drank, but asked: "Aren't you afraid of noise?"

He knows better than anyone how much Chi Qing hates these voices.

These voices would come from all directions, enveloping him like the river that night, and would not stop for a moment.

Chi Qing said: "I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid that you won't come back for too long. You should walk among the crowd and under the sun, instead of hiding like you are doing now."

Xie Lin was stunned.

Xie Lin shouldn't live like this.

So that night, before he reconciled with Xie Lin and pretended to fight, he quietly drank a small glass of wine.

He didn't know what the consequences would be if he drank so much alcohol, and those voices would ring in his ears continuously for several days, but he still drank it.

……

Immediately afterwards, the bar was crowded with people, and there was a lot of voices.

Countless distorted voices exploded in his ears.

Xie Lin felt that his throat was a little dry, and he struggled to say another thing that he hadn't noticed before: "So when you go to the funeral, you don't want to see your own funeral, you are guessing whether that person will be there, You want to confirm his voice, don't you?"

Immediately afterwards, Jie Lin slowly squatted down in front of the sofa, and looked at Chi Qing who was curled up on the sofa. He also stretched out his other hand, covered Chi Qing's ears with both hands and asked, "What are you doing?" What did you hear that day?"

"A lot of voices," Chi Qing recalled, "there are too many people in the bar."

"I can't confirm, but there was a very suspicious voice, and that voice was also present on the day of the funeral."

"'What did he say?"

"..."

Chi Qing slowly closed his eyes.

The memory is pulled back to that day.

Among the countless different voices, he heard an unusually hoarse and strange voice. He could catch that voice because everyone around him was talking and he was laughing.

--【ha……】

Maybe it was the sharp intuition among different kinds that was at work. When Chi Qing heard this laughter, his whole body froze as if bitten by a poisonous snake hiding in the dark.

Then he heard the next sentence.

——[It is the same as...is.... 】

--【we are the same. 】

The voices are mixed together, too many and too chaotic.

The last information Chi Qing heard was not accurate.

He still didn't know what "that person" was trying to express.

I don't know how to find him with these two sentences.

That day Chi Qing was standing outside the mourning hall with a black umbrella, the handle of which was tilted to cover his face. He heard many voices coming from the mourning hall, the street, and passing vehicles.

[Who is this, he died at a young age. 】

[The last time I saw that Assistant Chi was fine, who would have thought that his life would be lost like this. 】

[...Hey, sorry. 】

【…】

It was mixed with a voice that was as hoarse as it was in the bar that day.

The voice said indifferently: [It's really boring. 】

[I died like this, I thought I could play with you for a while longer. 】

But this voice appeared very briefly, as if passing by.

It was only later that Chi Qing figured out why—because he was in a passing bus at the time.

Chi Qing was a little frustrated: "I didn't hear anything else except these."

Hearing this, Xie Lin's hand covering Chi Qing's ears suddenly used some strength, and the man's pupils suddenly became darker: "No, you heard it."

"heard it?"

What did he hear?

"It's time." Xie Lin said.

"The time when his voice appeared."

Xie Lin continued, "This can pinpoint which bus he was in and which time. Do you remember when you heard the sound?"

Chi Qing suddenly raised his eyes.

During this period of time, Chi Qing has been tortured by these voices in his ears, his thinking speed has slowed down, and people always have misunderstandings in thinking. Because he can hear, he cares more about what he hears.

He always thought that he could hear something.

What is "that person" thinking, who is he, and where is he?

……

But he forgot the time.

when that voice appeared.

"It doesn't have to be very precise, an approximate interval is fine," Xie Lin said, "Recall carefully, when you were standing on the road and heard him, did anything special happen?"

Chi Qing forcibly dragged herself back to that day, when it was rainy and rainy, the raindrops hit the black umbrella, and the car horns kept coming and going.