It seems that Allen should also have the memory of the period of time traveled by the tasker, at least he knew that his body and behavior were out of his control for a period of time, and in the end it was Lu Jianyan who helped him get rid of that situation.
He came with gratitude...
But Lu Jianyan didn't quite buy it, because except for Yao Wuhai, Lu Jianyan had this indifferent attitude towards everyone: "I'm not for you, but for myself."
So, don't thank me, and don't repay me.
"But no matter what, it's always me who benefits." Allen has his own theory of handling things, and he won't be hit by Lu Jianyan's few words. To put it simply, what he believes will not be easily changed.
One second before Lu Jianyan's endurance limit, Allen just let him go sooner or later. The eyes are sincere, the expression is friendly, and they always keep a proper distance. Just like how he feels, he is neither too close nor distant, he is as tall and straight as a gun, and he has an indescribable righteousness.
"I will always be grateful to you, but you don't count on this point." Alan doesn't even have the kind of aggressive perfection similar to that of Lu Jianyan. He also has his character flaws, such as stubbornness, but he doesn't Don't mind showing it.
In a word, comfortable.
It was so comfortable that Lu Jianyan couldn't remember what his classmate's character was like before he was crossed by the tasker. Before the taskers came, they were like two complete strangers who attended classes at the same place. They had no intersection with each other, they were not familiar with each other at all, and probably they would never get to know each other in this lifetime.
Then, the questers showed up and everything changed. The completely new Zuo Qingshi appeared next to Lu Jianyan because of changing seats, and smiled at Lu Jianyan, who was still defenseless against these people at that time: "Hello, my name is Zuo Qingshi. Since I have changed a lot recently, I am afraid that you will You didn't recognize me, so let's get to know each other again? You can call me Qing Shi, or Zuo classmate. From today on, we will be at the same table, can I ask you to see Yan?"
Lu Jianyan shook his head in his heart, wanting to throw out his own life together with his mood at that time and all his memories of Zuo Qingshi. That was not his real classmate. His classmate told him that his name was Alan and he was now an Interpol.
"I've been wanting to see you and have a chat with you since I woke up, but because I'm busy with rehabilitation, returning to normal life, and participating in a very important case, I haven't been able to make it."
Lu's father and Lu's mother have gone to the study with the people left behind by the special team to exchange information about the cover-up of this case. Lou Waiting and Fifth Yi were talking to the people left behind by the Ninth Group. Sister Lu is in charge of watching Brother Lu and not letting him make trouble. Everyone has their own things to do, and I don't know how it was formed, anyway, it happened naturally, and Alan became Lu Jianyan's guest.
"Between us..." Lu Jianyan was interrupted by an emergency call from Allen before he could finish saying 'there's nothing to talk about'.
"What? I got it, we're here!" Allen's expression changed when he was on the phone, and he put away the relaxation of the long conversation between old friends, and became serious and tense. After hanging up the phone, he only had time to say to Lu Jianyan, "Sorry, there are some new situations, we have to go, can you contact me another day? I have something very important to tell you."
Without giving Lu Jianyan a chance to refuse, Allen called the people from the Ninth Group and the Special Group. No matter where the conversation between them went, it must be over, just because Allen said: "11 appeared."
That's a really weird code name.
For the time being, no one can guess what it represents, but obviously the people in the ninth group and the special group know it. Like Allen, their expressions changed drastically after hearing it, as if they were facing an enemy. After borrowing a car from the Lu family, he left in a hurry without even telling the Lu family of his destination.
At a time like this, brother Lu should be blah, what's the matter, what's the matter
But today's younger brother Lu was extremely silent, and even offered to stay at home at night. Lu Jianyan and Yao Wuzai also stayed. After experiencing everything today, Lu's father and Lu's mother really need someone to accompany them.
At night, Yao Wuzai sneaked into Lu Jianyan's room.
Lu Jianyan was already waiting for him on the bed. After Alan's appearance during the day, it would be no wonder if Yao Wuzai could still sit still. Therefore, without waiting for Yao Wuzhao to ask, Lu Jianyan took the initiative to explain the relationship between him and Allen.
"Remember what I told you, the first tasker I knew was dressed as my classmate and approached me, because of the extremely similar interests, I became friends with him and talked about everything, but one day I suddenly Hear him talking to his system in his mind? Allen is the classmate who was traversed. He is the original owner, not the tasker. The tasker has left in despair. He has become a vegetable and was picked up by his uncle abroad Treated abroad."
"How can you be sure that he is not the second tasker? How many of the original owners who became vegetative will be able to wake up?" Yao Wuzai squeezed Lu Jianyan's well-articulated right hand as if venting, and he didn't even dare to squeeze it hard, for fear Lu Jianyan felt pain.
"Although the probability is small, there are some who wake up."
"Are you standing by his side?!" Yao Wuzang opened his eyes in disbelief, the silver smoke-colored eyes were full of injuries, "So, he is your childhood sweetheart?"
"...you are, you will always be." Lu Jianyan was extremely helpless, "I didn't stand by him, and I didn't even give him my phone number."
Although Alan may not be a tasker, it is also possible that he is. Lu Jianyan has already realized that he can't fully believe whether he can hear the system in the other party's mind. As the tasker's level continues to rise, this most primitive method is becoming more and more ineffective. Therefore, even if he didn't hear the voice of the system, Lu Jianyan didn't plan to have further contact with Allen.
With an expression of "it's not too bad", Yao Wuku finally fell asleep contentedly.
Lu Jianyan was lying on the side, looking at the exquisite profile of Yao Wuzhai sleeping, and felt that the other party was like a child: "Why do you love acting like a baby so much?"
Yao Wuzai responded in his heart, otherwise, I don't know how to not hurt you.
For Yao Wuzai, Lu Jianyan's appeasement is like food for a wild animal. It can appease it for a short time, but it also continuously encourages it to grow up. In order to prevent this beast from hurting Lu Jianyan after breaking out of its cage one day, Yao Wuzai could only try his best to obtain more spiritual comfort. An increasingly dangerous idea.
He didn't want Lu Jianyan to see anyone, hear any voice, or feel any emotion that wasn't given by him. He wanted to imprison him on a high tower that only he knew, just like the ancient dragon guarding his dragon knight, if there were only the two of them in this world.
He was no longer as simple as just thinking about it. When he realized it one day, Yao Wuzai even bought the island, and even designed the blueprint of the tower by himself.
In the end, the blueprint and the title to the island proved to be shelved. At most, it just looks like a moving island in the game.
Yao Wuzai will never treat Lu Jianyan like that, even if he thinks too much, but this is the difference between humans and animals. Animals obey the animal nature in their hearts, and humans will restrain themselves with reason.
After a sleepless night, Lu Jianyan's assistant called and said that a police officer named Allen would come to meet Lu Jianyan today.
Lu Jianyan: It turns out that it can still be done like this.
Yao Wuhai: Ah, I'll just kill Allen, it's over once and for all.
But that's all for thinking about it. After Lu Jianyan had a very weird and quiet breakfast with his parents, younger siblings, Alan came to the door.
Lu's father and Lu's mother, who were still considering whether to tell Lu Jianyan the truth - what they heard from Lu's younger brother last night - finally didn't have to worry about it, because even if they didn't tell it, Alan would.
"Would you mind talking in private?" Allen invited Lu Jianyan. "Of course, if Mr. Yao is interested, we can come together."
Before Yao Wuhai could open his mouth, Alan had already shown enough kindness towards Yao Wuzai that he could not collapse.
Yao Wuzai also looked back with a smile, and was not at a loss because of the other party's unconventional way. Except for Lu Jianyan's matter, there are no changes in this world that he can't cope with. Even if he was told that aliens would invade the earth in the next moment, he would probably still maintain this expression.
The Lu family may lack a lot of things, but it is absolutely impossible to lack rooms. Soon they found a lounge with no one there.
Hanging in the room is a particularly tall oil painting, mounted in the best wooden frame, and the content is full of incomprehensible artistic atmosphere. If you think about the identity of the Lu family, no one will doubt this painting value, even if they can't tell which famous artist the painting came from.
But Yao Wuzai could recognize it at a glance. It was painted by Lu Jianyan, with immature and lovely brushstrokes, bright and vivid colors. Lu Jianyan should not be too old when he painted this painting, and still retains the original The heart of a child.
Don't ask Yao Wuzai how to see it, art can really speak, at least it can speak to him.
Allen also looked stunned when he saw this painting now: "Our art class homework."
"Yes." Lu Jianyan has always thought that he has no aesthetics and no artistic talent, but in fact, he has studied painting in the early years, music, equestrianism, tennis, and any sports that can cultivate sentiment. These are the contents of elective courses in school. Lu Jianyan's initial choice was painting art. The results of his studies, how should I put it, are rigid and well-regulated.
In the words of the part-time teacher in their art class who is a contemporary artist, there is no soul in Lu Jianyan's paintings, only the craftsmanship taught in books.
At that time, Lu Jianyan was still very unconvinced, and in a fit of rage, he did something special about the second illness—when he was holding an art exchange exhibition with foreign sister schools, he replaced the work he should have submitted with a apple.
Real apples, edible ones, juicy and plump, watery and red after washing, placed on a particularly tall vacuum booth, and the small spotlights at the four corners gave the apple a layer of softness. The light makes it look so different. This is not over yet, Lu Jianyan even changed a self-made nameplate with a white background on the booth, and wrote a series of particularly bluffing award-winning experiences for this apple.
After an exchange, no one dared to point out that this f*cking apple is really just an apple, the kind that costs ten yuan in a big bag in the supermarket.
Some people even analyzed a lot of symbols of apples, such as the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden, this is a decay that people can see, it is the performance art BALBALA... Lu Jianyan almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard it several times. He learned this idea from the Internet. An art student from a foreign university tried it with a pineapple. No one found out that it was the emperor's new clothes for three days.
At the time, Lu Jianyan thought the report was too nonsense, but later found that the reality would only be even more ridiculous.
So, after the art teacher who accused Lu Jianyan of having no soul in his paintings also expressed his appreciation for the apple, Lu Jianyan exposed him in public.
"I will never forget Teacher T's expression at that time." Allen also thought of this past, and smiled a little bit unkindly. Their teacher, who calls himself an artist, doesn't like being called by his name, and has always called himself a T, and he doesn't know what the meaning of that is.
It was rare for Lu Jianyan to raise the corners of his lips. It was really a good memory, probably his biggest adolescent rebellion.
At that time, Allen had been worn by the tasker, and he can still remember it now. It seems that he really has the memory of the time when he was traversed by the tasker, but he doesn't know how he thinks about being traversed by the tasker.
Lu Jianyan is very cautious about this and will not discuss it casually.
Allen sat down at the small round table, took a sip of the strong tea in the cup, and after warming up his stomach after a busy morning, he said to Lu Jianyan: "But I didn't expect you to keep this work that should have been handed in .”
At that time, Lu Jianyan was almost done painting, all under the guidance of the art teacher, but one day after a hangover, the teacher suddenly went crazy and criticized Lu Jianyan's painting as useless, which angered Lu Jianyan.
"Do you know?" Lu Jianyan finally had some interest in talking, "This painting that was criticized back then is already a 'world famous painting' in the eyes of many people." Of course, Lu Jianyan's rebellion was not only in the art exchange exhibition. He is not a simple imitator, but also likes to have his own creativity.
Before his eyes was his art.
How many people who didn't know how to pretend to understand praised this painting to Lu Jianyan's parents when they came to Lu's house as a guest
At that time, everything was said, and some people once expressed their desire to pay for it. But they were all rejected by Lu's father and Lu's mother, saying that this is not for sale, it is a treasure, for Lu Jianyan's parents.
But this kind of answer made everyone flock to this painting even more. Those who have seen it praised it as a priceless family painting, and those who had never seen it yearned for its true face of Mount Lu.
However, if someone is more courageous and leans over to lift the side of the picture frame, he will be able to see Lu Jianyan's signature on the back. It is not the work of any famous master, nor has it been handed down for a hundred years. It is just an art assignment of Lu Jianyan when he was in middle school. He tried so hard to paint it well that he really thought he might have some artistic talent.
Since then, Lu Jianyan has closed his pen and put away his pen, and has no plans to develop in the art world.
The reason is very simple. After experiencing those things, Lu Jianyan is even more sure that he doesn't understand art. Although most people don't understand it, that's not the reason for him to fool art. It's disrespect for this precious industry, and he can't continue.
But in fact, in Lu Jianyan's mind, he still had some doubts about art. It wasn't until Lu Jianyan reunited with Yao Wuzu and invited Yao Wuzu to come to Lu's house. Yao Wuzai recognized at a glance that it was Lu Jianyan's work and expressed sincere admiration for Lu Jianyan's painting skills when he was young. Lu Jianyan realized that, There are people who can tell the difference between a kid's doodle and real art.
Although most of modern art has been ruined by those who seek fame, that does not mean that it does not exist. It exists in the hearts of everyone who truly loves art, and only time will prove its value.
This is probably one of the reasons why most of the paintings of well-known painters are worth double after death.
Allen didn't know about these small interactions between Lu Jianyan and Yao Wuzai, so he could only speculate on Lu Jianyan's behavior of hanging this painting here in the past: "You are still so cynical, huh?"
"It used to be." Lu Jianyan looked up at his past.
But now it is just a painting, a middle school work of Lu Jianyan that Yao Wuzai, Lu's father and Lu's mother admired. It does have many shortcomings, such as rough lines and uneven coloring, but it is indeed the work of the young Lu Jianyan who sat in front of the drawing board and poured all his love into it.
"That's all for reminiscing about the past, what do you want from me?" Lu Jianyan is not a person who likes to look back on the past, especially during the not-so-pleasant middle school period.
Allen always knew when to click and stop. He turned on his mobile phone with a hanging screen and projected the screen on the round table, enough for Lu Jianyan and Yao Wuzai to see the content clearly. There were many side-by-side files, and Allen opened the last file named "10", which contained a lot of information and some bloody photos, and Allen chose the one that was most acceptable to the senses: " This is a photo of Liu En being tortured and killed at the scene."
Drenched with blood, there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body, but his body miraculously remained straight and tight.
"What do you think he looks like?"
"Uh, 1?" Lu Jianyan tried his best to use his imagination, but he could only think of this step.
"It's my fault that I didn't tell you the summary of the previous story," Allen temporarily closed the bloody photo. Although he tried his best to choose a slightly better-looking one, it still didn't make people feel comfortable. He switched the screen back to the one at the beginning, with eleven files juxtaposed.
Lu Jianyan seemed to have a feeling, 11, he only heard this number yesterday.
Yao Wuzai had already guessed: "This is not a case, but a serial murder case? And it has happened to the eleventh." That's why so many police forces were dispatched, and they even got in touch with Interpol.
Allen nodded: "Yes, the eleventh such vicious crime has already occurred. Liu En is the tenth, and the eleventh was discovered yesterday. The deceased died in different places and have nothing in common. So far, three crimes have been involved. This is why the international police will get involved. I have been in charge of this case for a while. What we can confirm is that this is indeed a serial murder, because the methods of torture and killing are the same, and the method of fixing the dead is a very The special tough and thin thread, and the knot is also very different. We have not released these photos to the public, even within the police, there are no more than ten people who know how the knot is tied."
Allen is one of these ten insiders, and he went to the scene yesterday to identify this knot-tying method.
Those who can do these cases can only be the criminals themselves, there is no imitation crime, or framing.
"Do those victims have anything else in common?" Lu Jianyan suddenly understood the purpose of those inexplicable interview records before. Those were the time when the victims of other serial cases died!
"In fact, there is nothing in common. Both men and women have a wide range of age groups, and their identities and classes are also different. We can only make various cross-comparisons. How do you say that in country C? Boldly imagine, be careful Ask for proof." Allen clicked on a file marked "11", "You must have some impression of this person?"
"Singer An?!" Lu Jianyan was very impressed.
One and a half years after the An singer incident, An singer died like this, and died so miserably. When Lu Jianyan heard Alan call yesterday, he never thought that the person who had an accident on the other end of the phone was Singer An. I don't know what Su Yingdi will think, but what is certain is that after the tasker without the system dies again, he is really dead, and there is no possibility of resurrection.
"You should have some impressions of the other deceased. The only thing they have in common is that they have offended you more or less, or have offended you."
Lu Jianyan: "..."
Medicine free: "..."
"But we believe that you didn't do it." The first thing Allen did was to calm Lu Jianyan's emotions, "It's not meaningless for these people to be put in this pose."
Allen adjusted a piece of white paper, and then started drawing in the air with his hands, very simple stick figures.
"The first deceased is placed in a longer 'one'."
"The second deceased had the same '1' as Liu En."
"The third dead is, a shorter 'one'."
"The fourth dead is an arc convex to the left."
"..."
The screen opened up little by little, and finally when the seventh deceased appeared, a very obvious word "For" was formed. The eighth, ninth and Liu En's tenth are placed in a "Y", and the eleventh An singer is in an arc convex to the left... If there is still a crime, the next victim is placed in a way that cannot imagine.
For You.
for you.
The author has something to say: Note: Foreign college students put a pineapple on the art exhibition for three days without being found. This is not a story of artwork, but a report of real existence.