mask personality

After clicking send, Ji Lin stared at the screen of the phone again, and waited for 2 minutes, but he didn't know if Wen Dong was busy, and it hadn't passed yet.

Ji Lin locked the phone screen and put it on the desk casually, his slender fingers unconsciously covered the skull, and his fingertips lingered endlessly in the sunken eye sockets.

He half closed his eyes, and for a moment, his eyes seemed to drift far away, as if recalling a certain scene many years ago.

Tang Chu was inexplicably frightened when he saw his appearance. He coughed loudly on purpose to break the stagnant atmosphere, "Ahem! That, yes, it's just your skull. Wen Dong boasted about it before, you two really None of them are ordinary people…”

Ji Lin suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Tang Chu, with rare hesitation, "He... praised him for looking good?"

"Exaggerated," Tang Chu nodded very positively, and relayed Wen Dong's words to Ji Lin, "He praised you for your good eyesight, saying that your bones are very good, anyway, I really don't understand you artists..."

The corners of Ji Lin's lips curled up again, and his light brown eyes flashed a strange light for a moment, as if some kind of ferocious beast had found an excellent prey.

However, that was just a moment that was not noticed at all.

In the next second, he closed his eyes again, looked at Tang Chu gently, and asked as if seeking advice: "Then tell me, if I give Mr. Xiaowen one of these, will he like it?"

"What?" Tang Chu's voice split in shock, "What do you think you want to give him?"

During the nearly 30 years of living in the early Tang Dynasty, I have never seen a person who gave a gift with a simulated human head!

How weird is this? !

However, thinking of Wen Dong's eyes and tone of sincere praise at that time, Tang Chu was not so sure...

After a while, he said, "Maybe, I think he really looks good."

But Ji Lin laughed, and was finally willing to take his hand back, and changed his mind again, "Forget it, I won't give it away, if I give it to him, I don't know who to make it as a model."

Tang Chu's voice split for the second time, and he said with difficulty: "You...you still have this skull, do you still have a real prototype?!"

Probably because his tone has changed from panic to horror, Ji Lin smiled again, and then said warmly: "I was joking with you, how could there be a real person prototype."

When he said this, his expression didn't change at all, and he seemed to be sincere. Tang Chu was stunned for another two seconds before he took a deep breath and sighed, patting his chest, "Damn, what a joke, it's a horror story." !"

Ji Lin smiled and apologized: "Sorry, I scared you."

Tang Chu slowed down again, then waved his hand, and changed the topic: "Talking about Mr. Ji, I feel that you treat Mr. Xiaowen really differently."

Tang Chu and Ji Lin have known each other for six years, but he still often feels that he can't see through Ji Lin.

There is no doubt that Ji Lin is very gentle and polite. Even in the past six years, Tang Chu has never seen him lose his temper at all. It seems that no matter how bad the case is or how hateful the suspect is, Ji Lin can still be patient. He is not irritable, and he treats his colleagues naturally with a gentlemanly manner. There is no one in the police force who dislikes him.

But at the same time, everyone seems to be afraid of him all the time, and they always have to be serious when talking to him, and never dare to make jokes that are slightly out of line. Mingming Jilin is neither serious nor rigid.

After a long time, Tang Chu can probably feel it. This is due to the sense of distance that seems to be inherent in Ji Lin's body.

This has nothing to do with whether he stands in the crowd, nor his gentle and good temper. This sense of distance seems to be engraved in his personality, and no matter what he does on the surface, it cannot be removed.

But Tang Chu always felt that Ji Lin treated Wen Dong differently.

It's like... It's like the sense of distance that follows you like a shadow, subsided by two points unconsciously, and it is also due to this subsidence that makes his original gentleman and politeness always seem to be nothing, showing two points that are not worth it. Call it ambiguous.

Hearing what Tang Chu said, Ji Lin didn't deny it, but suddenly asked, "What kind of person do you think Wen Dong is?"

Tang Chu was slightly taken aback, and then said without hesitation: "The temperament of an artist, but at the same time mature and calm, very keen, full of observation, has unusual talents, and is extremely suitable for joining our police force!"

It has to be said that deputy detachment leader Tang did give a very high evaluation.

Ji Yan has heard of it, and he doesn't make any judgments, but just asks again: "Then if you meet a boy in a bar now, this boy will dare to drink the wine you poured for him when he meets you for the first time, and he will die soon after drinking." I fell asleep next to you, and even leaned my head on your shoulder. After being woken up by you, I still didn’t know what to say. I dared to get in your car, and even reported my home address to you, and fell asleep in your car again... Now, what do you think this boy is like?"

Except when interrogating or analyzing the case, Tang Chu actually rarely heard Ji Lin speak so much in one breath. He was stunned for two seconds before exclaiming: "Are you describing the victim of which case? This is too stupid too Don’t be wary anymore, I’ve been cheated and I think I’ll have to count the money for you!”

Ji Lin smiled, shook his head, and unhurriedly gave a heavy answer: "No, I'm just describing Wen Dong."

Tang Chu: "??"

This fuck, is it really a person? !

"Do you find it contradictory?" Ji Lin unlocked the phone again, looked at the verification message he had just sent, but it still hadn't been passed, he stared at the word "Winter" for two seconds, and then looked up at Tang Chu again, Said softly, "Under the contradictions, there are always secrets hidden."

After saying this, Ji Lin didn't want to talk any more, put the phone back in his pocket, and turned the topic back to business, "Deputy Tang, please have a meeting, my initial profile is basically done."

"Okay!" Tang Chu nodded, turned around and walked out. When he reached the door, he remembered something, stopped suddenly, turned his head, looked at Ji Lin, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Could it be related to the old case 13 years ago?"

Ji Lin's eyes flickered slightly, and after a while, he shook his head and said softly: "No, at least, there will be no direct connection."

Tang Chu was taken aback, "What do you mean? What do you mean there will be no direct connection?"

Ji Lin's voice was still gentle, but for no reason Tang Chu could hear a fleeting sense of oppression, he said slowly: "It means my judgment, Shen Xi's case was done by an acquaintance, as for the more behind-the-scenes Yes, the possible connection still needs further observation, exploration, or waiting.”

Thinking that a murder case committed by an ordinary acquaintance might be related to the sensational case 13 years ago, Tang Chu's expression became gloomy.

On the contrary, Ji Lin's expression was normal, and he comforted him in turn: "Of course, maybe we think too much, at least we have to wait until I ask Mr. Xiaowen before drawing conclusions."

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Mr. Xiaowen is sleeping.

He had always slept poorly, because his strange so-called ability, although it only lasted for an irregular hour a day, the smell within this hour did not disappear immediately, but It is a process of slowly fading away.

During this process, Wen Dong had to endure the mingling of various flavors and the lingering chaos at the tip of his nose.

Over time, it became extremely difficult for him to fall asleep, and he had to take sleeping pills daily.

But these two days have been different.

Wen Dong found that since he met Ji Lin at the bar the night before, the clean and gentle scent of grass and trees that belonged to Ji Lin had become a kind of existence almost like a blocker.

Although within the hour when the ability appeared, he could still smell all kinds of other emotions from different people, but as soon as the time came, only a faint scent of grass and trees remained on the tip of Wen Dong's nose, as if all the other things were chaotic. The taste is all blocked.

To Wen Dong, this herbal aroma was like a natural sleeping pill, making him sleepy easily.

This is also the reason why I didn't choose to stay in Ji Lin's office to wait for him.

Wen Dong was afraid that he would fall asleep in Ji Lin's office, he didn't drink alcohol today, if he still fell asleep, it would be too inappropriate.

But this time, Wen Dong didn't sleep well.

Obviously the smell filling the tip of the nose is extraordinarily comfortable and even refreshing, but Wen Dong still fell into a nightmare for some reason.

In the dream, it was at a masquerade party. Everyone in the dream was wearing a mask and couldn't see their faces.

Or in fact, it is not specific to say masquerade party, because it is just a selection conference specially aimed at minors under the name of masquerade party.

The heads of criminal organizations rely on this masked ball to select their members.

Furthermore, they are their successors.

They will continue to ask questions and induce them in order to select the most desirable successors.

A mask is the best cover. Under the mask, all the dark and extreme emotions in the heart can be infinitely magnified, so you don't have to worry about other people's eyes.

In the dream, Wen Dong seemed to be accustomed to such occasions, and he didn't feel much fear, but disgust.

Extreme disgust.

Because it smells so bad, it is a collection of all the negative emotions in the human heart, bitter, astringent, pungent, and even foul-smelling, they blend together and linger at the tip of Wen Dong's nose, making Wen Dong feel physically nauseated .

Wen Dong turned around to run away, but he couldn't run away at all, couldn't escape. Faces wearing masks rushed towards him, and those masks gradually became distorted and deformed, looking extremely weird, which made Wen Dong feel almost suffocated. a feeling of...

"Myjinjidon't you cry, in this world out of time..."

Wen Dong woke up suddenly.

"Old time out of mind..."

After taking two deep breaths, Wen Dong finally recovered from the nightmare and realized that it was his cell phone that was ringing.

And the feeling of suffocation in the dream probably just came from the fact that he had fallen asleep holding the phone like this before, and the phone was pressing on his heart at this moment.

Wen Dong picked up the phone and saw an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen.

He closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and confirmed that his breathing was stable before swiping to answer.

A familiar warm voice came from the handset of the mobile phone: "Mr. Xiaowen? I'm Ji Lin."

Although it was unbelievable, the moment Wen Dong heard Ji Lin's voice, he really had a feeling of being dragged back from hell to the world, a sense of survival after disaster.

"Well," Wen Dong replied succinctly, "It's me."

But what he didn't expect was that Ji Lin's next sentence sent him back to hell, even better——

"It's like this, I do have something urgent to confirm with you," Ji Lin said politely, "I added your WeChat before, but you haven't passed it, so I'm going to call you directly, I just want to Let me ask, do you know that Mr. Shen Xi has an anklet with a mask pendant on it?"

Hearing a certain word clearly, Wen Dong clenched his hand holding the phone, his pupils constricted, and the fine sweat that had just dissipated on his forehead rose again.

Before he could answer, he heard another "bang".

Wen Dong subconsciously followed the source of the sound, and saw the vase he had originally placed on the windowsill fall to the ground and shatter.

He forgot to close the window before going to bed, and it must have changed outside now, and the curtains were bulged up by the strong wind.

It wasn't until Ji Lin's "Mr. Xiaowen" came out again from the phone that Wen Dong suddenly recovered his voice, and he said softly: "Sorry, I...I'm going to the city bureau to find you now, you can let me see Look at that, is that anklet?"

"I'm really sorry," Ji Yan said apologetically, "I'm off work today and I'm at home now. That anklet is an important physical evidence, and I can't take it home privately."

Wen Dong was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the time, only to realize that he had slept for a long time, and it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Just as he was about to say "See you tomorrow morning", Ji Lin opened his mouth again in a warm voice, and he said again: "However, I took a photo on my phone, if you really want to see it urgently, you can come to my house. "

Before Wen Dong could speak, Ji Lin added thoughtfully, "It's windy outside, I'll pick you up."

The author says:

Xiao Ji, aren't you really inviting your wife to your house in disguise? !

"Remarks" English lyrics come from "myjinji", the song of Speeding Sunset - I love it so much!