Chapter 95: My Missing Brother's Boyfriend
Jingxun's bedroom is very large and has a wardrobe dedicated to various collectibles.
At the top of the cabinet, a lifelike eagle statue overlooks the entire room from above.
It is located at the oblique angle of the dressing mirror, so you can clearly see the reflection in the mirror as well as the subject illuminated by the mirror.
The scar on the young man's fair back was like a red line, extending from below the left shoulder blade and about eight centimeters long.
It should be shocking, but it has a strange beauty, like the most beautiful crack in porcelain glaze, bringing an unwarranted glamour.
The scar became even more eye-catching under the contrast of the light and the two vertebrae.
Jing Xun heard Lin Zhi's sigh. It was an expression similar to that of being troubled. He did not feel pain from the injury, but just seemed to feel a little troubled.
No matter how you look at him, he seems different from the man who panicked in the rainstorm last night, and he carries a hidden danger.
The brain was sending out crazy warnings, accusing the young man of being an uninvited guest with ulterior motives that were very strange and that one should avoid having any association with him.
But Jingxun's gaze became more and more focused and he couldn't look away.
He wanted to peel off this beautiful skin and see what was underneath.
See his true face, see his soul, see the disguised harmless carnivorous plant showing its fangs, and even look forward to seeing him swallowing and chewing its prey.
That must be more beautiful than what she looks like now. Just imagining it makes Jing Xun's fingertips tremble with excitement.
Jing Xun's brain was filled with countless thoughts and images. He wanted to use a paintbrush to record all the thoughts in his mind. It was an endless and even noisy source of inspiration.
Jing Xun suddenly fell into confusion. He didn't want to take his eyes off Lin Zhi in the picture, but he wanted to take out the drawing paper and paint to paint immediately.
Reason urged him to record it, lest his memory be suddenly extracted and he forget everything, thus repeating what happened last night.
But all the words seem pale and inadequate at this moment. Only the way he likes can freeze and depict everything.
Even if he watched the video again, he might not be able to reproduce the thoughts in his mind at that moment.
Jing Xun bent down and clenched the paintbrush, but then he felt that this was not a good place to do it, because Lin Zhi would see it when he came out of the shower, and he would see him painting him.
If he realized that there were surveillance cameras everywhere, he might hide the other side, or even leave.
No, absolutely not.
Jing Xun hurriedly carried a bunch of things and headed for the second floor. The young man in the picture had already entered the bathroom and disappeared from his sight.
Jing Xun's emotions were somewhat uncontrollably manic, and there was a hint of gloom in his gray-blue eyes. He set up the easel, without even glancing at the paintings he had placed in his private exhibition hall, and quickly mixed the colors and began to shape them.
The images that kept appearing in his mind made his movements so rapid that he almost forgot himself. He sketched the figure of his brother's lover in his mind, depicting his face, his appearance, and his body.
Can't forget, must not forget.
The bloodstains on the young man's back seemed to become brighter red, and the faint smell of blood surged in his nasal cavity, becoming stronger and stronger.
Jing Xun remembered the feeling of warm blood splashing on his face, remembered those people's fear of death and desire for life, remembered the twisted limbs and internal organs, remembered the chaos and the pleading.
Jing Xun fell into a state of extreme concentration and confusion until he finished the last stroke and was completely exhausted.
He came back to his senses and looked at the man in the painting.
The young man's upper body is naked, with blood dripping from a wound so deep that the bone can be seen, but this is not the main part of the painting. Everyone who sees this painting notices his eyes at first glance, not his bloody wounds.
The pair of smiling eyes reflected in the mirror, his gaze was not looking down at his own wound, but looking straight up as if looking at the source of the voyeuristic feeling.
The fourth wall is broken, and the person looking into the painting's eyes seems to become a discovered voyeur.
Jing Xun unconsciously stretched out his hand, his fingertips stopping in front of the paint that had not yet dried on the paper.
He admired his own work almost obsessively, especially the eyes of young people.
However, this is not the ultimate perfection. Jing Xun vaguely felt that he seemed to have touched the feeling he was pursuing, but it was intertwined in an instant and he could not hold on to it.
I shouldn’t have forgotten, Jing Xun thought uncertainly.
He should not have had any illness or lost any memory. That should be the case.
He looked at his wrist to confirm the time, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
The watch that had been on his wrist had been torn off and rolled into the paint pile at some point, and even the dial had become blurred.
Indescribable panic gripped Jing Xun's heart. He picked up the watch, wiped the dial vigorously, looked at the time, and put it on his wrist.
What time was it when you drew yesterday?
I can't remember.
Jing Xun closed his eyes and tried hard to recall. He remembered Lin Zhi looking at the wound on his back in front of the mirror... Was he looking in this direction when he looked at the mirror? Was Lin Zhi's injury so serious?
Haven’t you forgotten these things? Have you forgotten them?
Jing Xun bent down and found the tablet on the ground. He pressed it a few times but it was still completely dark. He didn't know whether it was broken or had no power.
Jing Xun looked at his painting, and then at those eyes, with a dazed expression.
His condition seems to be getting worse. He took a few pills of memory-enhancing medicine yesterday... No, did he take the medicine?
"Lin Zhi."
He whispered the young man's name in a low voice, as if to prove that he had not completely forgotten it.
My brother is missing, and Lin Zhi is his lover.
Yesterday he asked Sister Han and Lin Zhi to go and inquire about his brother's whereabouts, and then... it seemed like there was news, but it also seemed like there wasn't.
Then he smelled the blood on Lin Zhi's body and secretly saw Lin Zhi's wound.
Why was he hurt?
Jing Xun shook his head vigorously, as if trying to sort out his confused thoughts.
Memory is the carrier of experience. The most troublesome thing after getting sick is not the inability to live a normal life, but the constant fear of self-doubt.
Whether this thing has been done or not, whether he is still in the same place or moving forward or backward.
Those memories that were not forgotten became blurred due to incoherence, and even spontaneously connected with some fantasies. In this situation, his empathy deteriorated and all emotional constraints became weak.
For a moment he even wondered what his brother's disappearance had to do with him and why he had to bother him.
When he was painting, there were countless cruel scenes in his mind, which were past experiences. Those people who were dismembered and tortured in front of him seemed to have changed their faces. Sometimes it was him, sometimes not. The face of the perpetrator was blurry, and sometimes it seemed to be him.
I felt nauseous, but also extremely happy.
Jing Xun's face turned pale and he pressed his aching stomach.
As long as you draw the most perfect picture, you will be liberated, completely liberated.
Jing Xun's eyes became extremely gentle. He looked at the young man in the painting, then went downstairs with the dead tablet.
The house was empty. There was no Lin Zhi's suitcase in the corner, no Lin Zhi's coat on the balcony, and no blanket he had brought for Lin Zhi on the sofa.
Jing Xun stood there in a daze, searching for any trace of Lin Zhi. He looked towards the kitchen, as if someone would appear there in the next moment.
He looked towards the door again, as if the bell would ring in the next moment and the black-haired young man would stand at the door to greet him.
No, nothing.
Empty, no change.
The horrified feeling made Jing Xun stand still, with a chill running down his spine.
Maybe there is no sister-in-law at all, and this is all his fantasy.
Jing Xun's heartbeat was rapid, and the dizziness from lack of oxygen made his vision go dark.
When Lin Zhi walked out of the guest room, she saw Jing Xun standing in the living room like a dazed man. He looked haggard and dishevelled, his face was pale, and his body and hands were covered with paint. In the eyes of ordinary people, he looked like an abnormal madman.
Lin Zhi asked, "Are you okay?"
He didn't object, he just felt that his little darling was weird and pitiful.
Jing Xun suddenly raised his head and stared at the man standing not far away.
Lin Zhi was wearing a dark green turtleneck sweater and had a gentle and worried look on his face.
"Lin Zhi?"
"Um?"
The young man raised his eyes slightly, seeming a little surprised why he called his name in such an uncertain tone.
"Did you find out his whereabouts from Sister Han yesterday?"
Jing Xun talked to Lin Zhi without blinking, trying to prove that the part in his memory was true.
"I met Jinrong's last student. She was in a hurry to attend class so I waited for her to finish class and let Sister Han go back first. I didn't get anything valuable from her. She didn't know where Jinrong went. After that, I went to Jinrong's residence and knocked on the door, but still no one responded. No one answered the phone either."
On the first day Lin Zhi came, she did not tell Jing Xun that he could enter Wei Jinrong's house. Otherwise, he could just stay at her boyfriend's house and wait for him to come back. Why did he have to live at her boyfriend's brother's house?
"So what are your plans next?"
"I want to go into Jinrong's residence, but the property management won't let me open the door because I'm not the owner. Can you go with me if you're free? After all, you're his relative, and the property management shouldn't stop you."
Lin Zhi looked at Jing Xun who continued to ask him questions. What was normal for other people seemed abnormal for Jing Xun.
Jing Xun probably didn't realize how strange his gaze was. It was not the look he gave his sister-in-law, nor was it even the look he gave a human being.
Morbidly silent yet fanatically persistent, Jing Xun thought he was chatting with him normally. If a normal person was standing in front of him, he would have been scared away long ago.
Lin Zhi was not surprised that he did not hide it. After all, Jing Xun might not even know the definition of "normal". He had not been in a normal world for a long time. He studied at home during high school, took the college entrance examination, and after being admitted to a higher art school, he took a leave of absence due to illness and only handed in homework occasionally. The teachers all knew that his situation was not good, and they also knew his talent and ability, so they were not too harsh on him and would let him take online exams.
Going out?
Hearing these two words, Jing Xun hesitated.
Just as he was hesitating, the sister-in-law in front of him said very considerately: "We can talk about this tomorrow. Do you want to take a rest first? You look very tired."
"It's already two o'clock in the afternoon. You probably haven't eaten yet. Do you want me to make you something to eat so you can eat and rest?"
How gentle and considerate, almost impeccable.
The face of his missing brother flashed through his mind. In the painting, blood was flowing from the young man's back. The eyes looking at him in the mirror were smiling deeply, as if they felt no pain.
Jing Xun smelled a faint sweet fragrance that seemed to be coming from the young man, and the dizziness in his brain became more severe.
Suddenly, the sweet fragrance became rich, filling his nostrils and filling his body like threads between growing roots.
The touch in my arms was soft, and Lin Zhi's caring voice was beside my ears: "You should rest first, you are about to collapse."
Jing Xun put his hand on Lin Zhi's back, as if he wanted to feel his scars through his clothes.
The young man in his arms showed no signs of abnormality and continued to look at him with worried eyes.
Faintly, Jing Xun seemed to see a smile in his eyes, but it seemed to be an illusion.
There is a scent floating around me, dangerously sweet.
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