Himemoto's interpretation

作者有话要说：2019年4月15日11:38

Added a little detail.

The sound insulation on the second floor is very good. Mr. Ha sneaked out of the nest early in the morning to cry, and the doors and windows were closed, and the sound could be heard in the room very little.

Because it is too quiet, the beating heartbeat, the delicate sounds of skin and cloth rubbing can be heard clearly.

But Xingqi felt that something was missing.

She raised her upper body slightly, took a breath slowly, and lowered her head to hold her lower lips.

It was completely opposite to the cold, almost ascetic temperament dressed in formal clothes.

Soft, her little detective friend is soft.

Or maybe darkness is a softener that softens the body and mind, and the places that are directly and indirectly touched are soft.

It's really soft, from the hair to the heart, softer than the thin layer of silk pajamas.

She breathed out, tapped her lips with the tip of her tongue, traced the shape contentedly, and touched the tip of her nose.

Breathe.

Little Xia Yan.

Don't be so... nervous.

You did nothing wrong.

She carefully sniffed the breath in her hair and behind her ears, slid her hand deep into the neck where the temperature continued to rise, found her hand, rubbed it on her wrist twice, and said in a breathy voice: "I want you."

The man finally made a move, raised his hand, deliberately avoided touching any parts, grabbed the back of the neck and lifted Xingqi down.

Then she got up and got out of bed, put on a nightgown over her pajamas, and went to the inner room to get red wine and a tulip-shaped crystal glass.

She turned on the desk lamp with slender legs next to the sofa, and she was shrouded obliquely in the ivory-yellow light. With a slight movement of her wrist, a thin and long crimson thread spilled out from the mouth of the bottle, slowly covering the bottom of the cup.

Xingqi turned to the end of the bed, her calves wobbled restlessly behind her, "I want it too."

Seeing the person on the other side bowed his head and said nothing, Xingqi stretched out her hand, "I want this to give me courage."

After all, watching the detective's appearance is not quite like entertaining.

The ending of the red line is not pretty. Not only does the thin line turn to a wide surface, but also suddenly turns sharply in the middle, splashing three or two translucent red ripples on the wall of the cup, and the next few drops fall heavily, creating ripples and splashes again.

The detective gave her a complicated look, then sat down, "You don't need to."

She took a sip of the wine in the glass, and before the courageous alcohol took effect, she couldn't wait to speak, so her voice was a little dry, "Thursday night, you asked me two questions, remember?"

Xingqi tilted her head and thought for a while, "Is it related to your name?"

Typical "rabbit avoidance", the detective's heart sank, and he said lightly: "You can say that."

When the voice fell to the ground, the rabbit on the opposite side also jumped out of the bed, and the small light suddenly became stronger and stronger, and it dazzled people with the white light in front of them.

The detective frowned, lowered his eyes, and threw away the thin blanket.

Xingqi moved away lightly, like a clingy real rabbit, slipping into her arms naked and slippery, and said with a smile, "Do you want to tell a story for fun?"

The detective took off his nightgown, wrapped the rabbit tightly from head to toe with a cold face, "No."

Bedtime stories usually start with "Once upon a time" or "When I was a kid," and detectives are no exception.

"When I was very young, my father sent me to a research base."

Xingqi couldn't help asking: "It's very small, how small is it?"

"Five or six years old."

"The veritable little friend Xia Yan?"

"Yes."

"The research base is in the Atlantic Ocean or on the moon?"

"...shut up and don't speak."

Xingqi closed her mouth resentfully, wrapped her hands around the back of her neck inch by inch, and buried her head in the hollow of her neck.

"Lin should have told you that I used to do intelligence analysis work at the base." The detective was unmoved, and even his heartbeat and breathing were calmer than before. "I have worked in that job for many years, and I officially left the year before last."

The year after the Avalokitesvara statue was stolen, Xi Xiuwan's eldest son was injured, and the rabbit fell off a cliff.

The base is a place that I don't feel special in retrospect after many years.

Although it is located underground, the air is fresh, and the artificial natural light is switched according to the outside seasons. On special festivals, it will also snow or rain according to the occasion-but these are the details that I only noticed after I left.

"The main goal of the base is to create and perfect an idealized global security system, and for some reason children are at the heart of the work."

——In order to avoid the impact of acquired ethics on the value as much as possible.

Even if they are selected into the base, members still need to take intelligence and psychological tests every other week, and adjust their work levels in time.

"Two-thirds of the time, the content of the work is just observation."

Monitor the video, audio, and network communication data of hundreds of high-risk areas, and screen out the causes that may trigger disturbances on a scale or scale.

"My specialty is deduction."

Based on the elements provided by colleagues, establish connections, calculate events that lead to turmoil, and the time, place, consequences, and impacts that will occur, and input them into the host.

"Also responsible for monitoring."

Monitor multiple regions simultaneously.I don't know if it has something to do with the place of birth, but the system will send her the window of the Sanjiang River Basin and the opposite bank from time to time.

"The code of the source address that day is the Sanjiang River Basin, and the specific location is in the outer suburbs of Haicheng."

It was very close to where she left, so she paid more attention.

Unexpectedly, I saw a pair of eyes.

The owner of those eyes should be very young, wearing a white mask that covers most of his face—a rabbit with long ears is embroidered on it.

When he/she shook his head, he could still see the array of ancient cultural relics behind him.

The code in the middle of the surveillance feed reads "Needs Attention/Private", so it's not a public museum, and the local time is midnight.

It can be judged as a private collection room.

The young man in the mask is a thief.

The angle of the camera is very strange, and the location is hidden. It should be a super security configuration.

The thief doesn't realize at first that he/she is exposing himself to the hidden camera and is very close.

The camera is occasionally obscured by a light-colored cylindrical object.

When the thief got up not long after, she deduced from the follow-up scene that the thief was lying on the floor of the theft scene and writing and drawing with a light-colored plastic pen.

About 3 minutes later, the thief emptied half of the collection on the display shelf and returned to the camera again.

This time, he/she stared directly at the camera for a few seconds, with his/her right index finger hooked on the edge of the mask, as if hesitating whether to take off the mask.

but.

He/she picked up the pen again and wrote four lines, then pressed the paper under the vase on the display shelf, and left.

"At that time, I listed this video as unimportant, and seven days later, the system deleted the video."

For a long time, Xia Juan was still written on the nameplate, and she did not recall the on-site materials of the theft of the private collection room.

It also almost cleared these eyes from the complicated information in his mind.

But since then, lingering questions often haunt her when she wakes up.

--What am I doing?

——What is everyone doing here?

It is the basic task of all members of the base to watch the disputes, conflicts, and struggles in different corners of the world and different classes every day. In addition, analyzing the microscopic details, breaking the muscles, and inputting the analysis results into the host computer are all her tasks.

——Did everything I do make the world safer as my boss said?

She began to use the job authority to retrieve past work results.

The vast majority are archived and classified as top secret, and the few that can be found indicate that her work deserves a "very good" rating.

She unmistakably predicted several unrests, with little difference in region, date, or key figures.

The most recent time, she provided the name of a body bomb|bomb, his target and time period.

And at the high probability time point she gave, the body bomb was detonated, and the death toll was one less than her calculation result.

The survivor was a girl with short hair.

Before the bomb was detonated, she happened to pass by a mother pushing a baby carriage. The silk scarf of the young mother was blown away by the wind. After chasing for more than ten meters, she finally caught up with the light-colored silk scarf fluttering in the wind. The young mother.

The irreversible disaster happened in an instant.

The girl stood ignorantly in the rising dust and smoke, and the gray-yellow mist covered everyone and everything on the scene with a monotonous but eternal isolation color, even the light-colored silk scarf she was holding tightly in her hand was not spared.

Only the girl's eyes were black and white, and she was as dazed as a newborn baby. At that time, the fear and trauma had not yet formed, but in the depths of her blank and fuzzy consciousness was probably crying "What happened, who will help me".

She suddenly remembered those eyes.

The thief lying on the ground writing a letter has the same round eyes.

Dazed, blank, and the first signs of fear, and the distress signal sent from the depths of consciousness.

Those eyes have been etched in my mind ever since.

For the first time, Xia Juan realized that what she had done was meaningless. It would neither prevent the disaster from happening nor bring back the lives of innocent people who lost their lives.

She wants to leave the base.

I also want to know what happened to the theft and whether the thief was caught.

Later, Xia Juan changed his name countless times - Xia Yue, Xia Yimiao, Xia Yitian, Xia Yishi, Xia Zhou, Xia Libai...

Xia Yinian thought that she changed her name to use it to urge her father to approve her official departure from the base, but she knew that her most urgent wish was to find the thief.

She pictured those eyes too many times in her mind, comparing them with everyone in the base, and she worried that sooner or later she would confuse those eyes with others.

She wants to find the owner of those eyes.

However, the resistance to returning to the real society far exceeds her expectations. Her father is the co-founder of the base. He deliberately assigns her more field tasks and allows her to participate in practical work, thereby diverting her attention and weakening her will.

One year before Xia Juan left the base, the burglary at a villa in the Sanjiang River Basin was upgraded to intentional injury. A thief who came back and forth provided the murderer with an escape route and saved his life.

Only then did she know that what she monitored was a collection thief who had been roaming the Sanjiang River Basin for many years, and that was his/her first theft.

The owner is Su Peiwen, sister Su.

The thief is Shang Xingqi.

In the next few years, the modus operandi of the collection thieves has become more and more proficient. Except for the unchanged letter of apology, they have never left any traces on the scene.

The owner couldn't even provide exact clues about the thief's gender.

Afterwards, Xia Juan spent a year using her talents and expertise to break free from her father's iron grip and began to look for the thief.

She will unconsciously stare into everyone's eyes, trying to impress.

Her impression of those eyes was blurred after all.

So that when I saw it again, it was difficult to confirm whether it was true.

Hearing this, Xingqi flicked her tongue lightly, "Tsk, true gaze."

The detective seemed to have never heard of it, "Later, I always thought that it would be nice to keep this video at that time."

By staying, she will have the opportunity to submit the video evidence to professionals for analysis.

Rabbit was not yet old enough to bear legal responsibility when she committed the crime for the first time. If she was caught and educated by the police at that time, she would definitely not go further on the wrong road.

Don't waste so many years in vain.

There will be no subsequent series of tribulations.

The owner of those eyes clearly released a distress signal, but she ignored it.

"Turning a blind eye is an essential skill in the base, which requires long-term training and great courage." The detective laughed at himself, "But I didn't realize it until later... Turning a blind eye is an evil that cannot be convicted."

Xing Qi temporarily sealed her self-pity with a lack of heat kiss, and then heated up extremely quickly in the smell of alcohol left in her mouth.

When the detective pushed her forehead away, Xingqi asked, "Is there something you didn't expect?"

"Ok?"

"If you rescued the me at that time, you wouldn't meet the me later, so how can you shape me into the me I am now?"

The detective also felt that this was a mouthful, but the key point of the disclosure—not so much that it was a matter of course, it would be better to say that it was already known—"You remember."

The declarative sentences used by detectives, so Xingqi nodded briskly, "I remember what I should think about, and I don't plan to think about bad things again."

"It was after you fell into a coma on Thursday night, and it was from Iron Gate..." The detective hesitated for a while, but did not say the word "blood".

"A little earlier, probably before coma." Xingqi touched her nose, "I thought you didn't want me anymore, and then I desperately thought about why I thought so, why you didn't want me, and I wanted to run away..."

"So you..." The detective reached into his robe and squeezed Shang Xiaotu.

The strength was not light, and Xingqi screamed "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)".But before she took advantage of the situation to say something that shouldn't be said, the detective said first: "I did something very bad to you."

"You mean...you don't go to bed after drinking and telling stories?"

"……you shut up!"

Xingqi made a gesture of shutting her mouth tightly, but stared at her with a pair of round eyes shining with a bright smile.

The detective looked back into her eyes, "I have...brainwashed you."

Even the rabbit can detect the transformation plan.

"Mmmm."

Xingqi rolled her eyes, unable to move her mouth, she wanted to move her hands.

The detective pressed her down and continued: "It is impossible for me to see through a person's heart [-]%. I can only analyze, generalize and deduce based on behavior patterns. I am not sure if you have been misled or empathetic projection. If you are sure This is what you want, then..."

She put her hand on the button, "For the first time, you come."