"Have you heard of Ke Ruhui?"
Shen Yexi shook his head, looked at his expression carefully, and felt that Jiang Hu had completely calmed down except for being a little agitated at the beginning.
This guy calmed down too quickly, and the emotional fluctuation time was too short, which was completely out of proportion to his reaction speed.
Jiang Hu glanced at him a little unexpectedly. For some reason, Shen Yexi felt that Jiang Hu's glance contained information similar to "Why are you so ignorant", so he thought about it carefully: "It seems ... Well, don't say it, it sounds a little familiar."
Jiang Hu looked at him with a half-smile. Shen Yexi simply rolled his eyes, and gave up on himself: "What are you doing? My brother is getting old, and his memory is not good. Isn't he just a person, what are you doing?"
"Isn't it just a person?" This sentence made Jiang Hu startled for a moment. Shen Yexi seemed to have regained the pride and arrogance he had thrown aside just now like throwing away his helmet and armor in such a short period of time.
Ke Ruhui... isn't he just a person? He doesn’t have superhuman abilities—Jiang Hu seems to have suddenly connected with something, he relaxes his body and nestles on the sofa: “Five years ago, someone said that Ke Ruhui was the greatest criminal psychologist of this century. The eyes of the soul."
When he looked up, he saw Shen Yexi staring at him without blinking. Jiang Hu was slightly embarrassed: "What are you looking at?"
Shen Yexi said numbly: "I think you also have a pair of eyes that can see through people's souls."
It was rare for Jiang Hu to answer his joking voice: "Hey, are you afraid of being seen through?"
Shen Yexi suddenly undid the top buttons of his shirt collar, leaned over, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, just look at it casually. Can you see clearly, let me clean your glasses?"
Jiang Hu was speechless, keeping a blank expression on his face, but shrank involuntarily into the sofa. Shen Yexi used the great spiritual victory method to make up his mind, and felt that he was like a bully and bandit who bullied the good family, so he froze, touched it with his big hand, squeezed to Jiang Hu's side, put his arms around his waist, and put Bury your face on his shoulders—practice his rhetoric of "my man, you can reach out and hold him at any time".
Jiang Hu, who is not used to close physical contact, froze for a while, and then gradually relaxed, allowing him to hug him coquettishly... Anyway, he knew to let go when he got hot.
"Ke Ruhui's academic achievements are not comparable to mine," Jiang Hu smiled lightly, "I may not be able to catch up with him if I concentrate on studying one subject, not to mention that my energy is scattered in so many other places. When my dad found out that I was taking several majors at the same time in college, he scolded me severely."
Jiang Hu seldom mentioned his own affairs, and Shen Yexi wished he could listen without daring to breathe, and diverted the topic away: "Isn't it good to learn more, why is your father scolding you?"
"My dad can't bear my kind of butterfly-like person who is curious about everything and wants to touch everything, and can't concentrate on everything." Jiang Hu smiled, "He said I was wasting my talent Waste of time, sooner or later one day nothing will be achieved, and in the future he will be too poor to wear pants, he can consider leaving me a hula skirt as a legacy."
Shen Yexi failed to understand this special sense of humor, and was dumbfounded for a while: "You... what does your father do?"
"Mercenaries." Jiang Hu said.
Shen Yexi was dumbfounded: "...what?"
Jiang Hu smiled, with a look of nostalgia: "My old man is a bastard. If there are no dirty words in a sentence, it seems like he can't say it. One arm is as thick as my leg. When I was a child, he would laugh and laugh at me. Toss it in the sky and catch it again, weapons and money were one of the most important things in his first half of life besides my mother, rude, but..."But I love him.
Shen Yexi was still out of his body: "Your father is..." He looked Jiang Hu up and down, and squeezed out a sentence, "Sure enough, there are genetics and mutations in things like genes."
"Oh, I'm not very old man, more like my mother." Jiang Hu said.
... You are talking nonsense.
"I'm not normal like him. When my mother passed away when I was a child, the old man was afraid that he would not be able to support me, so he sent me to my grandparents..." Jiang Hu suddenly paused when he said this, and squinted at Shen Yexi , "Hey, it seems to be digressing."
Shen Yexi curled her lips: "I just want to hear this."
Jiang Hu narrowed his eyes, approaching the summer solstice, the days were getting longer and longer, and the last afterglow of the evening came in through the window, lingering inch by inch. Shen Yexi's shoulders are very broad, and his strong but not too exaggerated muscle lines are faintly visible through the single clothes. The slow and powerful heartbeat is transmitted along the left chest. Suddenly, Jiang Hu feels that the man leaning behind him is like Like his father, he was as tall as a hero who would never retreat.
His grandfather is a typical British gentleman, well-educated, rigorous and polite, with white hair, and the wrinkles on his face seem to be carved with a knife. When he occasionally smiles, it seems that the sun has melted into those wrinkles , and his Chinese wife have lived a life of clear soup and little water, but they are in love with each other.
"When I was young, my family had a small but beautifully maintained garden, and a labrador dog that jumped up and down and was very destructive. But I always look forward to the days when the old man will come to see me, Grandpa was not particularly welcoming, he always felt that the man his daughter married was rude and uneducated. In the eyes of grandpa, probably the only good thing about my old man is that he is very kind to his wife and children." Jiang Hu said softly, " He would teach me how to handle all kinds of dangerous weapons that would make grandma scream, and he would teach me some curse words in various languages, and he would make an agreement with me that these words could only be said in front of him.”
"Really?" Shen Yexi became interested, "Let me tell you something."
Jiang Hu smiled and shook his head: "I can't say it, I'm afraid that grandpa will crawl out of the grave in anger." His eyes darkened, thinking of the man who left the most colorful page at the beginning of his life, He had always envied and admired his father so much, but it was only after a long time that he realized that he would never be able to live freely and willfully like that man.
"It wasn't until I was sixteen years old that my grandparents passed away one after another, and he took me back to him."
"I said you play with guns so beautifully." Shen Yexi sighed, rubbing his chin on his shoulder, "I said, when we have time, let's go to the shooting range to compare."
Jiang Hu raised his eyebrows: "Just you? Come on, Uncle An even lost half a ring to me."
The hand around his waist tightened suddenly, Shen Yexi gritted his teeth: "I'm jealous!"
"Uh, why are you jealous?" Jiang Hu didn't know whether he didn't understand what "jealousy" meant, or why Shen Yexi was jealous.
Shen Yexi stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, but he was not willing to use force, and made a fierce expression: "Go on, if you say something bad, I will strangle you to death."
"At that time, I found out that the old man, if we meet occasionally, go out to drink a pot with him, chat and make jokes, it's pretty good. I really moved with him, only to find that there are many things that we have nothing to do with each other. I couldn't communicate, and I quarreled with him every day for a while. Sometimes I couldn't quarrel with him, so I ran away from home for a few days, and came back when I ran out of money. "
Shen Yexi felt sour in his heart for a moment, because the person in his arms was so innocent in his years, and he couldn't get along with him at all.
"It wasn't until I left home to go to college that he stopped admonishing me. Only then did I realize that this man who was as tough as a tank all his life and as cunning as a fox was already very old. The day before I left home, I would go back and forth to check my luggage many times, chattering about trivial matters like an old woman." Jiang Hu suddenly paused, fingers grasping Shen Yexi's His wrists were a little tight, and the circles of his eyes were faintly red. After a while, he said softly, "You know, he has many, many scars on his body, some of which are particularly terrifying, but he said that they are the things he is most proud of in his life." , After so many walks on the edge of life and death, he survived, and if he survived, he won. But he fought all his life, and finally lost to time."
"I went back to see him during the spring break of the first grade, and I almost couldn't recognize this man. He seemed to have shrunk, his body shriveled, and his hair was gray. Sometimes, if you exercise a little too much, you will be out of breath. I forced He went to the hospital and quarreled with him because of this... it was also the last time he quarreled with him."
Shen Yexi was silent for a while, then patted him on the shoulder: "At least you have such a good father, and the past twenty years have been so prosperous, you should be content."
"I'm not sad, I just miss it." Jiang Huqing said flatly, "Sometimes I think, if I can be as free as him for the rest of my life, it's okay to live a few decades less..."
"How dare you!" Shen Yexi stared.
Jiang Hu smiled: "I celebrated the old man's birthday for the last time in the hospital. At that time, my paper on the causes of self-help crimes had just been published. He asked me to push him in a wheelchair and turn him around in a bunch of wards It’s very embarrassing to show off to everyone he knows—but it was that paper that made Ke Ruhui invite me to be his graduate student.”
"The criminal psychologist you speak of?"
Jiang Hu nodded: "During the period when my father just passed away, he personally gave me psychological counseling... His achievements in criminal psychology are really unmatched by anyone today, and he can form a theory of his own, because He, I'm slowly turning my distracted attention to criminal psychology."
"How is this person doing now?"
"Dead—" Jiang Hu spit out two words softly, and added, "At least I thought he was dead, but... the thing I just received was from him."
Shen Yexi frowned, feeling a little bad.
"At that time, he had very close contact with the police, and he often went to and from prisons to collect information on various criminals. He was a person who could not eat or drink for several days for his research." Jiang Hu shook his head suddenly, "I am the first The first time I found something wrong with him was when I ran into a transstate serial murderer. The federal police officer in charge of that case was a friend of Ke Ruhui, and I consulted him for expert advice. Ke Ruhui was very interested. I also went to the scene personally, and I was there when the prisoner was arrested. At that time, the man said a word to Ke Ruhui. He said, 'You have never killed anyone, how can you understand the joy of killing?'”
Shen Yexi frowned: "You don't mean... Then your teacher went to kill people."
"Then a case of imitation homicide suddenly appeared. At that time, I had already obtained my degree and was doing my own research. I also paid attention to this incident. Later, I saw the psychological analysis of prisoners given by Ke Ruhui, and I didn't understand some things. It’s the same. I think it’s my teacher anyway, so it’s not ashamed to ask for advice, so I went to discuss this issue with him.” It was completely dark, Jiang Hu didn’t know why, but felt a little cold, “he said, to me He reserved his opinion and said, 'You haven't killed anyone, how can you understand the murderer's thoughts?'”