Chapter 205 Police Officer's Suspect
"No," Qiu Huo refused decisively. He looked up and asked, "Is this what you want me to help you with?"
The public property will not be used for personal gain unless the young man in front of him is out of control or has committed a crime.
Apparently, even the youth seemed peaceful on the surface.
What's more, it is impossible for the young man to ask others for help every time in this situation. He can only help once, but not for a lifetime.
"It's really unhelpful."
Lin Zhi put down his hands with a little regret and sat next to Qiu Huo.
He was not sitting too close to Qiu Huo, nor was he sitting too far away; his distance was just enough to invade the social safety zone but still within people's tolerance range.
Qiu Huo's nose was also very sensitive. He smelled a sweet scent coming from the young man, which he didn't know was from shower gel or shampoo. It smelled very good and made people feel relaxed.
He asked, "Where's your medicine?"
Lin Zhi replied lazily, "I have taken it. The doctor said not to overdose, but I can't control my emotions, so I can only try to hold it in."
Qiu Huo mentioned the purpose of this trip: "Because of those eyes?"
“That really gave me a headache.”
Lin Zhi did not mention the real reason. He did not lose control just because he cut his hand while picking up glass shards, but the explanation was too cumbersome and a waste of words, so he simply did not say it.
Qiu Huo did not ask any more questions, but asked: "Can you repeat in detail what you remember?"
Lin Zhi nodded, and saw Qiu Huo took out a recorder from his pocket, turned on the switch and placed it on the coffee table.
Lin Zhi described the scenes again and listened to Qiu Huo's questions.
"Did you see any other body parts besides those eyes?"
"No."
"Are there any characteristics of those eyes? Can you draw them or describe them?"
"cannot."
Lin Zhi answered decisively. After all, he had a headache about this before. He looked at the man who showed no impatience because of his reaction, leaned towards him, and asked curiously: "Officer, don't you suspect that what I said might be wrong? Maybe I imagined it. After all, I drank too much that day, and I also have a mental illness."
"We will not let go of any clues. As long as there is a one in ten thousand chance, we will try it."
Qiu Huo's tone was calm, and he did not show any obvious trust or distrust in Lin Zhi.
He looked around the living room and asked, "Do you have a large pillow at home? Let's recreate the scene."
"No," Lin Zhi shook his head and pointed to the lucky bamboo in the corner of the living room, "only a potted plant."
The pot of lucky bamboo was moved by Qiu Huo to the center of the living room, and he asked Lin Zhi to demonstrate the details of the fall.
Lin Zhi picked up a pillow from the sofa and used it as a beer.
Because it was just a demonstration, Lin Zhi didn't actually fall down.
He knelt on the cold tile floor, looked up at the tall man and said, "I almost tripped and lost my balance, and my legs gave out and I fell down."
As he spoke, he leaned forward and placed his left hand on the ground to support his body, thus forming a kneeling position. In his right hand, he held the pillow and pressed it on his right forearm.
The young man's shirt was pulled up by his movements, revealing his thin white waist. Qiu Huo glanced at him and then looked away.
"That's probably what happened. I felt dizzy, so I didn't get up right away. I lowered my head and looked back through the gap between my arm and body. I saw a pair of eyes. Judging from the height, that person should be squatting. Of course, he could only be squatting since he was hiding behind that person."
The deceased was sitting and his outstretched legs tripped someone. The murderer was hiding in the gap between the deceased and the wall, staring at him closely.
Qiu Huo moved the lucky bamboo to the corresponding position and asked about its approximate height. This step could be used to infer the murderer's body size. He had a vague idea in his mind.
When he straightened up, he saw the young man rubbing his knee.
The temperature has risen in the past two days and it is a bit hot at night. The young man was wearing short pajamas, and his knees just touched the ground.
The young man's skin was pale, so the red marks were more obvious.
Qiu might be a little surprised. It's only been two or three minutes, but it became famous so quickly.
"Thank you for your cooperation and the clues you provided."
Qiu Huo turned off the recorder and thanked Lin Zhi.
"This is what I should do in order to get rid of my suspicion."
Seeing that Qiu Huo was about to leave, Lin Zhi said, "Officer Qiu, are you going back so late? Otherwise, sleep here. I have a guest room. Of course, I am a little worried about my safety. If the murderer knew that I saw him, he would not let me go."
Qiu Huo put away the recorder, listened to these words, and lowered his head to look at the young man who was looking at him in the bright light not far away.
The young man spoke his last two sentences very lightly. He looked very insecure as he hugged the pillow, but his posture did not look weak and pitiful, but rather strangely calm.
Those eyes were deep, like a flowing dark river. Qiu Huo could not sense the slightest fear from him. Although he said one thing and meant another, he had a magical power that made people believe him.
It seemed that if he left, he would become a cold, smiling corpse, or the murderer would die in his hands.
Either way, the picture makes people feel uncomfortable.
"No need for the guest bedroom. I'll be here and leave in the morning."
Qiu or sitting on the sofa can be considered a response of some kind.
Lin Zhi replied: "Thank you."
Lin Zhi went to the study, but did not stay there. Instead, he came out holding the tablet computer.
Passing by the balcony, Lin Zhi saw the untied glass fragments. He looked at them coldly without any intention of cleaning them up. Just by looking at him, he felt his patience diminished.
A small light was on in the living room. Lin Zhi leaned on the sofa and opened a document.
Lin Zhi had written stories before, but that was during his student days. It was some activity for which he wrote the classical literature, and he could no longer remember the content.
The original owner was not an excellent writer, and neither was Lin Zhi himself. He looked at the blank document and pondered for a long time.
Poor creativity and exhausted inspiration can make anyone who dreams of writing despair. The original owner was so depressed in this despair that these thoughts would occasionally disturb Lin Zhi when he was thinking.
These are of no interest at all, neither in his written stories nor in his thoughts and soul.
No one would like it at all. The editor tactfully advised him to consider the market's preference, explaining that what he had written was old-fashioned and outdated, and that was the limit of his ability.
He never seemed to do well enough, whether it was the violin or writing, it seemed like he always started high and ended low. Even if he hadn't fought, he wouldn't have been able to hold on to the position of principal. He knew that and so he was afraid. It wasn't that he didn't work hard enough, but that he was just such a mediocre person.
The world allows mediocre people to make mistakes, but he is unwilling to accept that.
Lin Zhi covered his aching head and angrily told the voice in his head to shut up.
The bones of his fingers turning white as he gripped the edge of the tablet, and his chest rose and fell slightly.
He was never unwilling to do so, he just couldn't, and then it became a habit.
While growing up, Lin Zhi was instilled with the idea that he must not make mistakes. They held him in their hands and told him what an excellent person he was, how much hope he carried, and that his mistakes would be infinitely magnified. He must be cautious and think twice about everything he did.
He made calculation a habit, because the older he got, the more things he was exposed to, and the higher the cost of making mistakes became.
The cut on the fingertip had already scabbed over, but it still seemed to hurt slightly at this moment.
The lover around him is still a stranger to him, and it is not the time for him to use her whenever he wants.
For a moment, Lin Zhi wanted to smash the thing in his hand and watch it break into pieces and full of cracks, but he didn't do it. He put the tablet on the sofa, bent down, opened the drawer of the coffee table, and took out the medicine from it.
The doctor prescribed three kinds of medicine. Lin Zhi poured out the brown pills with trembling fingers, and then took out the pills from the aluminum foil. When she was opening the capsule, her wrist was held.
"The doctor said that you can't overdose on the medicine."
Qiu Huo looked at him without much emotion on his face.
Lin Zhi looked at him, and the hand holding the thing suddenly loosened.
Pills scattered everywhere, and Qiu Huo was pushed onto the sofa without noticing. His body subconsciously tensed up, thinking that the young man was going to attack him, although he didn't think the young man could do anything to him with his strength.
However, the young man did not do so. His hand was on his arm, very close to him.
"Officer, since you are unwilling to meet my needs and unwilling to let me take medicine, what do you want me to do?"
“You can sleep instead of staring at your computer.”
Qiu Huo made a suggestion, and he didn't say anything. He held Lin Zhi's arm with one hand, picked up Lin Zhi's leg with the other hand, stood up and carried Lin Zhi on his shoulder.
Lin Zhi was a little stunned. He was carried back to the room like this. Qiu Huo threw him onto the bed with swift movements and looked down at him.
"If the murderer can climb to the sixth floor where there are no pipes and get in through the safety window, remember to call for help."
Qiu Huo closed the door and the room fell into silence.
Lin Zhi sat up from the bed, staring at the door, the smile on his face growing bigger and bigger.
01 asked timidly: [Host, are you okay? 】
Lin Zhi smiled and said: [Is he sick or am I sick? 】
01 was silent for a moment, then stammered: [Based on the current situation, all of them, right? 】
01 It's a bit heartbreaking. When the host's consciousness is projected into the body, it will give priority to the character who is closest to the task object and has the closest bond with him. This authority does not lie with it. It cannot decide what kind of body the host will enter, and it does not know that this will happen.
It had already cried with the host when giving its memory, but the host did not blame it. Woohoo, it loves it so much.
Lin Zhi's mood improved a lot. He didn't feel sleepy at all, so he simply turned on the light and calmly wrote the first chapter of his new novel.
The story begins with the protagonist getting drunk and being told that he is involved in a murder case, and ends with him remembering the eyes in his dream. Lin Zhi's writing is concise, neat and straightforward. He sent the first chapter document to the editor for a trial reading and closed the computer.
At five o'clock in the morning, Qiu Huo opened his eyes and his thoughts slowed down for a moment when he looked at the unfamiliar decoration.
He had already planned to give up sleep and leave this morning, but he didn't expect to sleep for only an hour and he even forgot how he fell asleep.
Qiu Huo looked at his energetic second brother and reluctantly borrowed the bathroom of someone else's house, planning to wash his face with cold water and then go home to wash up.
There was a laundry basket outside the bathroom, with the clothes that the young man had worn out yesterday hung on it, including a white cotton underwear.
Qiu Huo lowered his head and said with a cold look, "What a fucking beast."
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