God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

The most powerless thing in the world is that they have not done it and explained it clearly, but those people still only want to believe what they want to believe. What is the truth is not important to them at all.

Wen Xichun held the knife, his fingertips trembling.

As long as the tip of the knife is across the wrist, everything is over, and I will never hear those bad words again, and I don't need to continue living in pain.

He closed his eyes slowly, his breathing was disordered, and his heart was beating violently.

The gleaming blade is tightly attached to the wrist? As long as you use a little force——

Suddenly, the originally closed room came from nowhere. A gust of wind blew up the papers on the table, and the curtains fluttered in mid-air as if they were alive.

A cloud of black air suddenly appeared out of thin air, rolling and spreading in front of Wen Xichun's eyes.

Wen Xichun's hand suddenly stopped, and he looked at the cloud of black air in front of him in a daze.

Just when he thought it was on fire and looked around, a pair of feet suddenly popped out from the bottom of the mass of black air.

A pair of snow-white, slender feet, with several thin silver bracelets on the ankles, and a small bell hanging on them, which rang crisply with the movement of the feet.

Wen Xichun looked at those feet in disbelief, and subconsciously stepped back two steps.

Immediately afterwards, the black air gradually dissipated, and in the haze, a pair of golden eyes emerged from the black air with a strange light shining?

Bewitching, gorgeous eyes.

"Why did you call me?" The cold and deep voice echoed in the small room.

"What... who are you?" Wen Xichun kept stepping back, and the fruit knife in his hand fell to the ground in shock from the sudden appearance of an unknown creature.

Then? The feet slowly came out of the black air? The golden eyes became more and more alluring.

A man with long black hair in a long silk dress showed his prototype after the black air dissipated.

He looked at Wen Xichun coldly, with no expression on his face.

"Summon me from another world? What do you want to do."

If he didn't see him suddenly appearing in the room like a magic trick with his own eyes, Wen Xichun really wanted to? I wonder if he is a second child who has read too many fantasy novels.

"Boom!" Wen Xichun finally retreated to the corner of the wall, with nowhere to escape, and slammed his body against the wall.

That coquettish man did not stop, but approached more and more, until his predecessor was tightly attached to Wen Xichun's body.

Wen Xichun only felt that his nose was filled with a strange fragrance, a bit like the incense used for worship, and he felt a little dizzy after inhaling it.

The man lowered his head slightly, his cold eyes fixed on the immature and cowardly boy in front of him.

"Say it, don't waste time." Suddenly, such an unclear sentence came out of the man's mouth.

"Say...what are you talking about." Wen Xichun's legs were limp in a mess, and he folded his hands in front of his chest in a defensive state.

"Wish, you summoned me? You just want me to fulfill your wish."

Although Wen Xichun didn't understand what he was talking about, he was willing to believe and grasp a dying person even if it was a straw.

"However, it's not good to have a bad wish. I can only realize that kind of wish that is hidden in the darkness in your heart."

Wen Xichun was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Who do you want to die, who do you want to be unlucky for a lifetime, similar to these, I can't do anything else."

Wen Xichun understands that this unknown creature is a curse, and he cannot really realize his demands.

At that moment, many pictures popped up in his mind:

The policeman who arbitrarily drew conclusions without investigation, the witnesses who added fuel, and the classmates who labeled themselves "murderers" and bullied themselves.

He was startled, his mouth slightly opened, as if a certain name would pop up in the next second.

The man also looked back at him, with the same expression on his face.

Indifferent and somewhat disdainful.

Wen Xichun slowly closed his mouth, lowered his head, with a wry smile on the corner of his lips: "Although? I don't know when I will summon you, but I don't have that kind of wish. Even though I have suffered a lot of criticism and suffered a lot , but until I die, I also want to be a good person.”

While speaking, a tear fell from the red eye socket.

The man sneered: "At this time, it's better to face yourself. You called me out with a black candle? Then tell me why you want to be a good person. Are you kidding me?"

black candle?

Wen Xichun's mind flashed across the desk? That black candle filled with red runes.

He understood that he was not summoned by himself, but someone wanted to use his hand to kill him, but by accident, this person seemed to have used it for the wrong purpose.

Wen Xichun smiled bitterly: "You can think what you want, just treat it as me playing tricks on you, and you can go back."

As soon as the voice fell, a gravity fell on his neck.

Wen Xichun raised his eyes, and saw that the man in front of him was emitting black air all over his body. His slender fingers were tightly strangling his neck, and the air around his mouth was slowly being drawn away bit by bit. .

"You may not be able to afford the price of playing with the gods." The man increased the strength in his hand, and there was a trace of sullenness in his tone.

"I didn't play with you..." Wen Xichun forced these words out of his throat.

Although? He knew that whether it was a human being or a so-called god, they would always only believe what they wanted to believe, so he felt that even an explanation was a bit redundant, and he just said that casually out of conditioned reflex.

He didn't struggle either, and let the man choke his neck tightly.

But upon hearing this sentence, the man let go of his hand strangely.

Wen Xichun coughed and choked, his frail body sat on the ground as if he had lost strength, trembling helplessly.

"It's so annoying, hurry up and say your wish, whatever you want, I can go back only when your wish is fulfilled." The man pulled him up from the ground and pressed him against the corner to stand.

Wen Xichun clenched his fingers tightly: "Then? My wish is that Wen Xichun die."

The man whispered: "Understood, but in return, I will? take something from you too."

Wen Xichun opened his hand: "Whatever, take it."

The man sneered: "I just don't know, will you be so calm when I ask for it from you?"

The man is also thinking, what is more appropriate to take away from him, but look at this kid, he is almost poor and nothing, and he has nothing before, but he can't come here for nothing, once in the world, since he can't take it Let's go, it's not bad to enjoy it.

So, he pushed the man down on the bed, pushed him up, and easily tore off Wen Xichun's skirt with his big hands, his fingertips slid all the way from his collarbone to his flat belly.

(Jinjiang does not allow writing, please make up your own brains.)

It was only when the man started to help him realize his wish and killed this man named "Wen Xichun" that he realized that Wen Xichun was none other than this man, who was lying on the bed? boy.

Failed.

Wen Xichun couldn't express his wish, which caused the man to stay in the world and couldn't leave.

But inexplicably, Wen Xichun, who was still looking for life and death, suddenly became a different person. He went to class in an Anan and took the college entrance examination with full energy. Even though, he still came back with scars every day.

In the examination room, Wen Xichun, who was sitting in the front row, was flying like a pen, and the man was wandering around in the examination room, standing on top of other candidates to read their answers, and then went to Wen Xichun's ear and told him Answer.

But Wen Xichun raised his hands to cover his ears, trying to keep the answer out.

Later, when he got the results of the college entrance examination, he applied for the National Police Academy with a high score of 597, but because of his father, he was repeatedly blocked in the political review. He thought that this school was basically impossible, but he didn't know why. These political examiners suddenly made a 180-degree turn, and out of nowhere, they were admitted to the Police Academy.

No need to ask, he thinks it's probably the man behind the scenes?

Until the day of enrollment, my sister finally got news.

It's just that when I saw her again, she had turned into a corpse.

She was found in an abandoned lime pipe in the dense forest. Her abdomen was cut open and all her internal organs were lost. She had not been sexually assaulted before her death, but she had red nail polish on her hands that did not belong to her.

Up to now, this case has not been solved, and it has even become an unsolved case.

And the man has stayed in the world like this for many years? Watching Wen Xichun rushing around for his sister's case during the few years of studying, watching him absent-minded when he was next to him, and sometimes, watching He sat by the window looking out in a daze.

At first I couldn't leave, but later I just didn't want to leave.

Even if you choose, give up your position as a god, and become an ordinary person who will disappear after a hundred years.

After one incident, he leaned beside Wen Xichun, wrapped his fingertips around his hair, and said softly:

"My name is Jing Rong."

Many years later, Wen Xichun finally knew his real name.

"What's your last name?" He asked casually.

"No last name."

"Let me get one for you." Wen Xichun smiled, with a thin layer of sweat on his pale face.

"Can't I have the same surname as you?"

"I don't like this surname." Wen Xichun buried his face in the man's arms, "Because my mother changed it for us after my father died."

Thinking of her mother's insults and abuse, Wen Xichun smiled wryly.

"My father's surname is Yao. From now on, you should be called Yao Jingrong." He tightened his arms around the man's neck, "This way I can feel that we are a family."

But one day, Yao Jingrong still disappeared, and Wen Xichun came home from school as usual? Looking at the empty room, the man who used to love to sit on the window sill with his legs crossed and watch him come home from school——

Missed.

And since then? Never appeared again.

The only reliance in my life, like this, left silently in a quiet moment——

****

Standing downstairs in the high-end river view room, Wen Xichun suddenly remembered the sentence "My parents bought it for me. If I depended on myself, I might not eat or drink for 100 years, and then I would go to heaven. Borrow another 500 years?".

He turned his head slowly and looked at Yao Jingrong's face.

I finally understood why he cared so much about himself, even though he had clearly rejected him many times, he still pursued him relentlessly.

"Your sister should just be playful, and she'll be fine. Take a good bath tonight and go to bed early, okay?" Yao Jingrong said every word with a very sincere tone, so sincere? Isn't it Wen Xichun who recalled the whole story? , he must? Believe in this sentence.

"Can you convince me?" Wen Xichun suddenly said this without beginning or end.

"what."

"I said, you can't even convince yourself, are you still trying to convince me?" When Wen Xichun said this, there was a peaceful and gentle smile on Wen Xichun's face, as if he was telling something similar to "what's for dinner tonight?" A trifle of insignificance.

Yao Jingrong didn't understand? He tilted his head slightly.

"Why did you leave in the first place?" It was another unclear sentence.

"What are you talking about, are you crazy?" Yao Jingrong raised his hand and tried Wen Xichun's forehead.

"I said you, why weren't you on the window sill? Keep waiting? I'm going home? Why did you disappear? Let me keep looking for it, and then? Look at the empty room like a fool and recall the past."

Yao Jingrong froze suddenly, and his raised eyes slowly opened wide.

How is it possible, he... remembers all of them?

Wen Xichun smiled: "Forget it, if you don't say it, it must be? There are your difficulties, right?"

Yao Jingrong's lips moved, as if what he wanted to say was extremely obscure and difficult to speak.

"Don't like it anymore? Why do you come back if you don't like it? You're still pestering me." Wen Xichun's tone remained peaceful.

"No." Yao Jingrong's expression darkened, "From the beginning to the present, my feelings for you have not changed a single bit, but there are some things that make me have to leave."

Wen Xichun turned his head and looked at the roof of the tall building hidden in the vast night sky.

"Although? I know you can't say it, but I still want to ask. You should be the only one who can transport me into the world of the book."

Yao Jingrong was silent, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I can understand that you brought me back to the past, you want to prevent this from happening, and you want me to be happy, right?"

Yao Jingrong looked up at him, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed it back into his stomach?

"But there are some things that will not happen without external intervention. Even if you think about going back to the future to prevent it from happening, it will definitely happen again in another way." Wen Xichun said, as if feeling tired , tilted his head, and approached Yao Jingrong's arms heavily.

"But it's not bad. At least, I can use this method to find the real culprit who killed my sister."

Back then? Forensic investigation technology was underdeveloped, and it rained when the body was found. Most of the evidence at the scene of the crime was destroyed in this way, but at least now, there is still time.

Looking at the numbers in the elevator class that kept going up, Wen Xichun suddenly raised his head: "Can I sleep with you tonight."

Hearing this sentence, his heart jumped suddenly, Yao Jingrong clenched his fingers, and gently held Wen Xichun's hand with his backhand.

Cool, slender, as temperatureless as wax.

****

Wen Xichun was brushing his wet hair, with the documents that Xiao Zhou needed to send spread out between his knees.

"Stop watching today, why don't you go to bed early?" Yao Jingrong sat beside him, wrapping his arms gently around his shoulders.

"I want to go to the woods? It's where my sister's body was found."

According to the autopsy, the younger sister was actually killed on the first night of her disappearance, and even if it passed now, it would not help.

"Now?" Yao Jingrong frowned, "It's too late now, and the light is not good, it's better than tomorrow."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Xichun did not refute him for the first time, but obeyed obediently, after drying his hair, he climbed into the bed silently, and slept on the half of the bed next to the wall as before.

Because a small space can give people a sense of security.

After running around for a day, Yao Jingrong was really tired, but when he thought of the person who thought about it day and night sleeping next to him, his hands became restless? He gently stroked Wen Xichun's thigh with his fingertips.

"I'm a very incompetent brother." In the darkness, he suddenly came to me with such a sentence.

"My sister's body is still floating outside, but I'm still here? Thinking about romantic things."

"That's not it." Yao Jingrong turned over, hugged him gently, and pressed his head into his arms, "In this world, unless you leave me, otherwise? Whoever leaves can live , it can't be because of the passing of a person, the next day will be too much."

Wen Xichun chuckled lightly: "Correct."

"Really, you just think it's hateful for me to disappear without saying a word back then, but in fact, I miss you every day when I leave you. Many times, I want to see you again without giving up what I have in hand. That's fine, but considering the long-term, I hold back."

"What are you doing secretly behind my back?" Wen Xichun blinked, eyelashes pricking Yao Jingrong's neck and itching.

"Secret, later? You will know. Pepper????????" Yao Jingrong hugged him tightly, "Go to sleep, good night."