Jiang Hu raised his head slowly, feeling that the words that Shen Yexi uttered seemed particularly difficult to understand. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Aren't you going to stay overnight?"
"All night? What are you doing all night?" Shen Yexi sat on the bed carelessly, smiling maliciously.
Not working all night...why do you only need one room
This sentence rolled in Jiang Hu's throat twice, and then he swallowed it back with a "gudu", he shrank back in the chair unconsciously: "Well... if you are tired, go to sleep, I will put this Finished." After a pause, he added, "I won't disturb you."
Shen Yexi looked at him without speaking, Jiang Hu's gaze was evasive, Shen Yexi stood up and walked towards him, Jiang Hu turned around quickly, buried his head in the computer screen, very serious and unfocused.
Shen Yexi stood still behind him, and then Jiang Hu felt a chest approaching, and the hand holding the mouse was pressed down. Shen Yexi said in his heart, if you didn't hold the mouse so hard, maybe this serious and hard-working appearance would be more convincing.
Jiang Hu suddenly felt his heartbeat speed up, which was too fast for him to bear. He found himself at a loss, not knowing what to do for the first time, and his mind went blank. Shen Yexi put his arms around his shoulders and dragged him up from the chair: "It's not much, you can watch it tomorrow, there are still two hours on the road."
Jiang Hu was numbly pushed back to the bathroom by him, and Shen Yexi rubbed his head lightly: "Hurry up and take a rest early, you think you are an iron man, with your small body, at best A person with chopsticks."
The bathroom door closed behind him, the mirror in the hotel was not very clean, and the lights were pale, Jiang Hu looked at his face and felt a little unreal. The heat from the place on the back where the man's palm was pressed seemed to still linger there, lingering all the time.
In fact, he had known Shen Yexi's thoughts for a long time. In this world, very few people could keep secrets from him, but he didn't know how to react, and his heart was in chaos.
These years, he has been wandering in the most special place in the world, as if he was the gatekeeper before hell. While the grass grows and warblers fly in the world for four seasons, at the same time, demons and ghosts run rampant. They haunt him together with those entangled nightmares. Every minute of life.
Jiang Hu didn't know if he could still give his heart and soul to someone like an ordinary young man.
Sometimes, the longer he stays in the dark, the more critical his attitude towards feelings. There are too few beautiful things in what he sees and touches, so he has always been far away from the most precious and gorgeous things in the world. Look, like a child who loves the toys in the window and desperately hides his little dirty hands behind his back.
To give or develop a relationship, for him, the opportunity cost is too high. To connect one's life with another person, such a connection should use the soul as the glue. He was timid, hesitant and didn't know what to do.
He is not afraid of those vicious criminals with bloody hands, he is not even afraid of those nightmares that linger every night, as if they want to suck all the nutrients in his life.
But he is afraid, what if the beautiful feelings he has always believed in are not so beautiful
A person living in this world, if he has no faith, no hope, and no hope that some good things will happen, then he is actually dead.
In a few seconds, Jiang Hu has discovered that the opportunity cost of feelings is too great, and for him, the risk is too great, and the benefits are unknown. It seems that any rational investor would not make such a move choose, but...
He thought, that person is Shen Yexi.
What kind of person would have the heart to reject a man like Shen Yexi who is as tough as his bone and tender as his soul
He washed in a daze, feeling a little tired, and he hadn't experienced such a rapid heartbeat for a long time. Slowly put on his clothes again, and walked out of the bathroom. Shen Yexi had already turned off all the lights, leaving only a little fluorescent light on the laptop screen and a small bedside lamp. When he saw him come out, he nodded with his chin—the hotel is not big. Formal, there is only a double bed against the wall: "You sleep in it, I'll take a shower."
Jiang Hu didn't argue this time, nodded, picked up the notebook on the table, and got into the bed. After a while, the sound of water came, and Jiang Hu tried his best to concentrate his energy on the suspect's words, using the high-speed operation of his brain to divert attention.
What Shen Yexi said made sense. This person's narcissism made him regard everything as an extension of himself. He used Huachuang as the password for his secret blog, so he must be someone who has a close relationship with Huachuang.
Jiang Hu suddenly remembered the confession of Huachuang's bartender - "He went to the bar a few days before his disappearance, then left with a man and never came back", "He is a stranger, not a regular customer, quite mysterious one person."
The person who wrote the diary should be the kind of person who regards Huachuang as his own proud private product. If he is the murderer, if he is the person who took Yao Jiao away before Yao Jiao disappeared, how could he be a face
In other words, at least one of their several inferences is not valid.
Either the person who wrote the diary was not the murderer, or the person who was said to have a similar figure to Yao Jiao and took Yao Jiao away was not the murderer, or... the bartender was deliberately diverting the attention of the police.
A bell rang suddenly, and Jiang Hu was startled. He turned his head and saw that it was Shen Yexi's cell phone ringing again, with the words "Sheng Yao" dancing happily on it. It was already half past one in the morning. Jiang Hu sighed, as a desperate Saburo, he finally found an organization.
"Hello, Sheng Yao?"
"Well, it's me, right?" Sheng Yao spoke in a very low voice, as if covering the microphone. It seems that this person has already returned home from work and is still working overtime voluntarily, and he is afraid of waking up his family. "Others" and purposely lowered his voice.
"You haven't slept yet?" Jiang Hu smiled, "What's the matter, what's the matter?"
"I just discovered the log that was sent to you, and it has been modified by someone."
"How do you know?" Jiang Hu asked.
"There are always clues in what you have done, and besides, that guy is just a rookie." Mr. Sheng said triumphantly in a very low voice, "I said, the front of this diary is similar, and the latter paragraph seems to have been revised many times. The records of the things he modified were restored, and it was found that the last modification was three days ago. I will give you the version before his recent modification, and the others are still being repaired. "
The things that Sheng Yao said arrived soon, and Jiang Hu quickly dragged the diary to the end. After the lengthy self-description, the rest seemed to be confessing his love to someone, where did he meet someone, and when did he fall in love with him at first sight? , and finally a particularly obscure covenant in Dongqing Town.
"... Do you know, I fell in love with that place when I first went to Dongqing, why is there such a clean place where there is such a big city full of muddy people around such a noisy city? What? I suddenly felt that such a place belongs to me and is the destination of my soul. If one day, I can take my lover who is not understood by worldly fools to set foot on this beautiful land , how beautiful it should be. There are very few residents there, and a small river flows quietly and shallowly. When I left there last time, the snow-white Sophora japonica flowers fell to the ground, and the whole town looked sad. Wake up... That was a year ago, the trip that made me painful, I think this time, I will live up to the flowers, and the shallow water... "
Jiang Hu took the phone and looked at the passage word by word: "Sheng Yao, help me find out, when was the last time he modified the log?"
"Two months ago."
"What about last time?"
"... about... a year ago, last time was four years ago."
"His condition is deteriorating." Jiang Hu said, "Look at this timeline, the frequency of his killing is getting higher and higher."
"You mean he is now..." Sheng Yao didn't finish a sentence, and suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, and then Jiang Hu heard his a little annoyed voice from the phone, "When will you wake up... don't make trouble!"
"Huh?" Jiang Hu was puzzled.
"Uh... no, I didn't mention you." Sheng Yao suddenly panicked, "Then what, you mean to say that the reason he modified the log three days ago was because he had a next goal?"
"That's how it looks now."
"Okay, I'll... tell me about my job right away, stop making trouble... uh..." There was a low gasp from the other side of the phone, and a man smiled ambiguously. Jiang Hu blinked his eyes and said to himself What is the situation.
Then I heard Sheng Yao say quickly and breathlessly: "That's all right, so you go to bed early, and I'll let you know that you've hung up. Bye."
Inside started a busy tone.
Jiang Hu laughed.
If the murderer had used this method before, where was the body? If such an exaggerated corpse like Yao Jiao was found nearby, it would have caused a sensation long ago. Four years, one year, two months...
As soon as Shen Yexi came out, he saw Jiang Hu holding the notebook in a daze, his brows were deeply furrowed, and there was no response until he went over, so he reached out and took the computer in his hand, turned it off, closed it, and put it aside.
Only then did Jiang Hu come to his senses, and looked at him with wide eyes, full of embarrassment.
Shen Yexi didn't seem to feel it, she lay down carelessly, turned her head and asked him, "Is it cold?"
Jiang Hu shook his head numbly, and the space on the big bed suddenly seemed cramped. Shen Yexi smiled lightly, turned off the bedside lamp, and patted him on the head again: "Go to sleep."
I don't know if it's because of the dark lights and blindness or what, after the hand patted Jiang Hu's head, when it fell, it just lightly brushed his cheek and across his chest.
Jiang Hu suddenly felt... the idea of sleeping together is the worst idea.