Chapter 91: Missing Brother's Boyfriend
Even though she didn't care about Wei Jinrong, Lin Zhi didn't forget the hidden dangers in this world. The missing Wei Jinrong and the ancient paintings that disappeared with him caused several parties to search for them secretly. The employer and BV company would not give up no matter what.
These cold weapons specially designed for combat were equipped in the company's car when Lin Zhi left the airport to avoid any accidents when he checked Wei Jinrong's residence.
Even as a civilian, the original owner was taught not to let his guard down easily. Lin Zhi's mind was like a net, so he was naturally more cautious.
Lin Zhi did not relax until she arrived at Jing Xun's residence.
He didn't really want to be exposed in front of Jing Xun, and had planned to hide all his weapons in his bag in front of the door.
But after letting 01 scan the house, Lin Zhi did not do so immediately.
Jing Xun's house is full of surveillance cameras inside and outside. As far as 01 is concerned, this spacious villa has no blind spots.
Jing Xun should not have self-voyeurism. This may be his solution to dealing with intermittent amnesia. The memory will suddenly disappear, but the traces will not.
Lin Zhi washed the dishes in the kitchen and pointed out the location of the thermal box to Jing Xun.
"Thanks."
Jing Xun did not reject Lin Zhi's kindness this time. He was just sick and couldn't get along with others normally, but that didn't mean he couldn't get along with others.
This concern and kindness are not without reason, because Lin Zhi is Wei Jinrong's lover, and he is Wei Jinrong's younger brother.
Jing Xun took the thermos box and tableware and sat in the restaurant. He poured himself a glass of water and ate in silence.
Lin Zhi found a dusty clothes hanger in the guest room. After cleaning and wiping it, he hung the slightly damp coat on the sealed balcony and put the knife at his waist into the coat pocket.
He pretended to adjust his trouser legs, took out a special blade from the edge of his shoe, and put it in his coat pocket.
On the balcony, a tall and slender young man was carefully and patiently adjusting the wrinkles of his coat. Outside the window, there was mist and rain, and the light was cold in the gloomy sky. His face was naturally relaxed without any emotion, but mixed with a strange sense of coldness and fragility.
Jing Xun recorded the images with his eyes, and every frame seemed to have a story that attracted people's attention.
Unfortunately, what he remembered now was only an incomplete story. He could only recall the brief contents he had written down in his memo, but he could not remember what he had seen with his own eyes.
The story should be ordinary, that's how I judge it.
Jing Xun withdrew his gaze, not intending to pay too much attention to his nominal sister-in-law.
Lin Zhi packed up her things and sat on the sofa in the living room.
The layout of this villa has been changed. From the outside it looks like it has three floors, but actually there are only two floors inside. The second floor is not very large and only occupies a part of it.
The living room is particularly spacious. You can see the skylight directly from the first floor. There is no fireplace in the living room. There is a TV screen in front, and sofas are placed about two-thirds of the space. Behind the sofas are easels, making this place seem like a huge studio. There are no doors in the traditional sense, and everything can be seen at a glance.
Because there are no ceiling hanging lights, there are standing hanging lights instead, and other wall lights.
Artists have some habits that are different from ordinary people, and geniuses are even more so. Lin Zhi thought of Jing Xun's childhood experiences and had some guesses about this situation.
Jing Xun was rescued from the basement. No matter how big the basement was, it would be a place that was closed on all sides and made people feel their souls were squeezed.
The paintings behind the sofa were covered, making it impossible to see them. Lin Zhi focused her eyes on the front, ignoring the discarded paper balls and staring at the one Jing Xun was sketching.
The gray tones make it difficult to imagine the final product before the painter finishes it.
Jing Xun cleaned up the dishes and frowned unconsciously when he looked at the young man sitting on his sofa.
"Can you go to the guest room?"
Although it was a question, Jing Xun's attitude was undoubtedly a request.
Jing Xun doesn't like to create in his room because it makes him unable to think, but the appearance of strangers in his space is unbearable even if he is extremely quiet.
Lin Zhi nodded slightly, and then said hesitantly: "Excuse me, do you have any quilts? I don't see any in the guest room."
It can be seen that Jing Xun has no habit of letting people stay overnight and never steps into the only guest bedroom on the first floor. When Lin Zhi opened the door, it was full of dust. No one had stepped into it for an unknown period of time. The wooden boards of the bed were also covered with dust. There was nothing in the closet except a few empty hangers. In the humid air, this kind of room was completely uninhabitable.
However, he did not raise this point, but only asked politely if there were any quilts.
Jing Xun thought of the situation in the guest room at home and was silent for a moment.
Apart from the sofa, only his bedroom can be used for sleeping. The second floor is for his collection, and even Wei Jinrong cannot enter, let alone Lin Zhi.
But the bedroom is also a private space, and Jing Xun couldn't let strangers stay there. After much thought, the only option was the sofa.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Lin Zhi in front of him, and noticed that he was unnatural during the conversation.
Lin Zhi might feel a little cold, his cheeks were pale, his hands in front of him were unconsciously crossed and rubbed lightly, his body was faintly shaking.
His expression did not show this, probably because he did not want to disturb him any more. His face remained calm and his eyes were soft and bright.
Jing Xun vaguely sensed where the strange and contradictory attraction to Lin Zhi came from. The young man wet in the rain gave people a sense of fragility that could be easily destroyed, but when you looked into his eyes, you could sense a strength that could not be easily broken.
If you stare into these eyes for a long time, you can see a hint of smile in their gentleness and harmlessness, which is contrary to appearances and makes people shudder.
Jing Xun's heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes fell on Lin Zhi's face again.
There was confusion and worry in Lin Zhi's eyes as to why he was absent-minded, as if what he had just perceived was an illusion.
"I'll get you a blanket. You sleep on the sofa tonight. Don't make any noise to disturb me."
Jing Xun's memo stated that Lin Zhi would find a place to live on her own, and he only needed to take in his brother's lover for one night.
Lin Zhi nodded. Jing Xun’s sofa was big enough, at least much bigger than the sofa in Song Jiazhu’s house. Even if he was an adult, there was enough space for him to lie down.
Jing Xun quickly walked out of the bedroom with a blanket. His body temperature has always been relatively high and he is not afraid of cold, so he only covered himself with a thin blanket in this season. But thinking that Lin Zhi was afraid of cold, he still took out the thick blanket from the cupboard.
He handed the blanket to Lin Zhi and stood in front of Lin Zhi. The shadow cast by the light completely covered Lin Zhi.
Lin Zhi looked up and thanked him: "Thank you."
Jing Xun's expression did not change at all, and he walked towards his drawing board.
Lin Zhi stared at Jing Xun's back. Although Jing Xun was five years younger than this body, the things he had experienced while growing up had long made Jing Xun lose his vitality. He was like a clock that was barely running, trying not to show his confusion and morbidity to others.
Lin Zhi really wanted to see his true appearance, but unfortunately there was no chance for the time being.
The hanging lights in the room were bright. Lin Zhi leaned back on the soft sofa, listening to the subtle sound of the brush touching the paper, and closed her eyes.
Jing Xun looked at the traces he had left on the drawing board, erased his previous thoughts, peeled off the paper, crumpled it up and threw it away.
He had already sketched out his finished product in his mind and quickly selected paints to outline it on the drawing paper.
The burst of inspiration was like the sprouting of a new branch, allowing him to escape from the boring and irritating blank state caused by repeated consideration.
The slight vibration of the watch reminded him of the passage of time. Jing Xun glanced at it out of habit and continued to paint without any pause.
In his excessive concentration, he forgot the existence of another person in the space. He carefully outlined the edges and became almost fanatically serious.
The dark tones of blood kept flickering in his mind, interfering with his thinking, telling him about the art of death and blood.
The warm blood is like the elegy of the dead, and the clean brush is stained with rust red, allowing him to praise and extol, destroying his aesthetics and shaping them arbitrarily. He tries his best to reject it but is inevitably affected.
Dark red pigment was painted on the gray mist, and the person who drew it was immersed in it unconsciously.
The intermittent rain stopped in the middle of the night, and the light outside the window gradually became brighter.
Lin Zhi woke up from his sleep because of the strong feeling of being stared at. Due to the light and the dim vision when he just woke up, he could only vaguely see someone sitting not far away watching him.
Lin Zhi supported himself with his hands and sat up, his vision becoming clear again.
He knew who it was so he wasn't on guard and rubbed his forehead as if he had just woken up from confusion.
Jing Xun's condition was somewhat abnormal. Compared to yesterday, he felt even more confused.
"Didn't you get a night's rest? You don't look very well."
Lin Zhi asked in a soft voice, seemingly oblivious to how offensive the look his lover's brother was giving him was.
The gaze that was so focused that it almost seemed to cut his body into pieces and observe it in detail was full of morbid madness.
However, the owner of the line of sight did not seem to notice that something was wrong with him. He spoke slowly and hoarsely, but answered the question irrelevantly: "I found where he worked, but he resigned half a month ago. Someone will take you there to inquire at nine o'clock."
Lin Zhi did not ask Jing Xun why he did not go, but said with a hint of gratitude: "Okay, thank you."
He did not hide his disappointment when he heard the words. He silently repeated the time when his lover resigned with some bitterness, and pulled the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, as if laughing at himself for knowing nothing about it.
Jing Xun did not miss any of his expressions. His eyes followed the young man's movements as he watched him take his things to the bathroom to wash up.
Lin Zhi: [What happened last night? 】
01: [Nothing happened. He just kept painting. It was almost dawn when he stopped. He just stared at the painting in a daze. 】
[After a while, he checked the time, then looked down at the surveillance video on the tablet, and then kept looking at the painting, and as he looked, he started looking at you. 】
Lin Zhi wiped the water off her hands. It seemed that Jing Xun had lost another part of his memory last night, and it was related to the painting. According to 01's description, the painting was closely related to him.
When Lin Zhi left the bathroom, Jing Xun was no longer in the living room.
A painting caught Lin Zhi's eyes, and from a distance it looked like a dull mist.
Lin Zhi walked closer and found that the painting was of rain and fog. In the dim light, he could see that the fog seemed to be in the shape of a flower, with the roots and stems carrying a not-so-obvious dark red in the gray. It should have been a conspicuous color in the painting, but it was difficult to notice. Only when he focused on drawing the flower in the fog in his mind could he detect its existence.
This painting gives people a very strange feeling. It seems very peaceful at first glance, but after looking at it for a long time, it makes people feel as if they are surrounded by a cold and gloomy mist.
Lin Zhi curled her lips slightly. Is this the feeling he gave Jing Xun? He was really sensitive.
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