Chapter 32: silence

Residents watching from the distance through the rain exclaimed, watching the

hostage-taking (killing sha) criminal jump from the top of the building. That

"dong" was her last heartbeat, as if responding to the world vigorously.

Although only a short second.

The live broadcast was terminated.

The messages on Liu Chen's homepage are growing wildly. The click sound is

like raindrops, which gathers into a dense wave, covering the whole area.

There was some confusion at the scene. When the rescue team rescued Liu Chen,

Chen Xiulian was tied. Looking down from the top of the building, they saw

Chen Xiulian stuck outside the drop-carrying equipment. The people ambushing

near the residential building rushed out, inspected Chen Xiulian, and finally

told Jiang Li with a conductor: "The target is dead."

The rain soaked the world outside the car window. Yan Junxun opened his eyes

and looked at the gray parking area. He heard Jiang Li answer "handling the

scene", but his thoughts seemed to fall into the sewer, and the dirty swill

flowed into the depths, and eventually became dark.

Yan Junxun is sitting in front of the small blackboard, this is his seat. He

seems to be sitting here from birth, regardless of body or consciousness, only

exists in front of the blackboard.

Artemis has a garden, but it has never been sunny here, and there will always

be rain outside the glass. Yan Junxun had never seen flowers, and Artemis

wrote "flowers" on the blackboard, telling him that the garden was outside the

glass. He got up and lay on the glass, and for a long time, he used rain as a

flower.

"Are we living in a crowd?" Yan Jun asked Artemis.

"We always live in the crowd." Artemis replied.

"Why can't I see others?"

"Because you don't have "eyes" yet," Artemis turned back from the blackboard.

"You can't see them before you grow up. But don't be afraid of Jun Xun, you

stay with them."

"How about you?" Yan Junxun turned his face and pressed against the glass. He

likes all kinds of touch, which makes him realize that his existence is not a

dream.

"I stay with you," Artemis said, "Jun Xun, I will stay with you forever."

"Are you my mother?"

"I'm not."

"Who is my mother?"

"anyone."

Yan Junxun's eyes reflected on the glass, listening to the rain quietly. It

has always been quiet here, as if “quiet” lives here, as long as Yan Junxun is

willing, he can stay with him like this (sleep Shui).

"Anyone can be my mother," said Yan Junxun, "Who gave birth to my body?"

Artemis didn't answer, it was often silent, and silence was also its skill. It

is observing Yan Junxun most of the time, whether Yan Junxun is awake or

(sleeping Shui). Yan Junxun is used to its silence, and he no longer expects

it to answer.

Yan Junxun's thinking will not stop, otherwise he will fall into blank

anxiety. He longed for a companion, a companion different from Artemis, but he

only had endless heavy rain. Artemis did not tell him how to recognize

emotions, and what was surging inside him was unknown.

Is this protection?

maybe.

Yan Junxun avoided suffering because he didn't even know the "pain". His

thoughts were like small bridges closely connected to each other, extending to

the sound of lonely rain, turning into a floating boat, floating on the water

that he could not control.

The bell awakened Yan Junxun. He woke up frowning and found Shi Shanyan

sticking the passer-in to his ear.

"Good morning," Shi Shanyan said bluntly. "Someone is looking for you."

Yan Junxun forgot when he was (sleeping Shui), they are still in the rest area

of the inspectorate. He took over the lead and connected it while holding

his forehead in a bad tone: "Who?"

"It's me," Park Lin was calmed down by Yan Junxun's tone, and he replied after

about two seconds. "Brother Jiang asked if you are gone?"

"Preparing." Yan Junxun covered his eyes with his palm. The sequelae of not

having good sleep is headache

"Okay, let's go, I will send you the follow-up summary of the case directly."

Park Lin packed the paper on the desktop and thought for a while, but still

said, "...hard work."

Yan Junxun "hmm", too lazy to be polite, and hung up the phone. He put the

conducting device back in his pocket, stood up, and said to Shi Shanyan: "Go

back (sleep Shui) to sleep."

"Where?" Shi Shanyan asked knowingly.

Yan Junxun went outside and said, "Where does love go back to where?"

He came out of the lounge area and saw the light screen in the central hall of

the Inspectorate Bureau when he went down the stairs. The case of Chen Xiulian

was still playing on it. He stood on the stairs and looked for a while.

"Ah," Shi Shanyan seemed to think of it, and leaned towards Yan Junxun (shen).

"The video of Chen Xiulian's jumping off the building is now being sold as a

resource of 20 pieces, so angry that the little girl in the investigation room

We can’t afford to eat, and Zhun said that the main management system will

handle it."

Yan Junxun asked an unrelated (dry gan) question: "Did Fu Chenghui not looking

for you?"

"Who knows," Shi Shanyan looked at him, "I rarely answer the phone."

The members of the Inspector Bureau walked around, and they were particularly

peculiar in the news broadcast. Yan Junxun turned his head to look at Shi

Shanyan and said, "You speak through words."

"Have your thoughts run on me again?" Shi Shanyan pointed out, "Well, let's

guess what we talked about."

"He asked you about the madman, and asked me in detail about my mood changes,

trying to figure out whether I am with the madman." Yan Junxun looked back and

went downstairs.

Shi Shanyan was right next to him and asked, "How do you think I answered?"

Yan Junxun did not answer this question. He glanced at Shi Shanyan again and

smiled a bit provocatively, as if it didn't matter what Shi Shanyan answered.

This smile is too appropriate, making Shi Shanyan want to whistle. He

appreciated for a while and asked, "Are you in pain?"

"I am not in pain," Yan Junxun replied, "This emotion does not exist."

Shi Shanyan raised his finger and pointed to his eyes, his eyes deep: "You are

still raining here."

The surrounding sounds mixed together and turned into a background board, only

Shi Shanyan was different. Yan Junxun couldn't stop Shi Shanyan's approaching,

it was a kind of ethereal feeling. He felt that he was being invaded by Shi

Shanyan. But what is scary is that he does not know how to resist.

Shi Shanyan does not possess comforting qualities. He never knew the "gentle"

real strokes. He just sharply captured the scattered light points in Yan

Junxun's smile, and finally put together a complete picture to interpret it

against the emotion table.

"Chen Xiulian makes you feel more powerful than a lunatic."

Yan Junxun withdrew his gaze, and could not find anything in his empty pocket

to comfort himself. He was also a little empty in his heart, probably not yet

(sleeping Shui) waking up. He can not answer this question, it is not

necessary, anyway, he is also good at silence. But his eyes floated around,

and he finally answered: "It's not impact."

The lunatic may really drive Chen Xiulian crazy. He makes Chen Xiulian crazy

by the conductor, but Yan Junxun still thinks that it is Chen Xiulian's own

meaning in the end.

She jumped, that's it. Even though this was only the last symbolic option, she

still made the decision. She belongs to herself.

She belongs to herself.

Yan Junxun turned off the rain in his ear, thinking in a daze for a moment.

This is vitality.

Park Lin said to Jiang when he was on the phone, "Remember our agreement."

Guan is dealing with the case. Wen Yan replied: "We have to get off work

first... Someone called Jiang Li."

Jiang Li can only hang up this one, and then pick up that one. He said to the

conductor: "Hey?"

Silence across.

Jiang Lihen leaned back, looked at the number on the light screen, and asked

again: "Hello?"

The other side swallowed saliva hurriedly, as if to be ashamed to speak. He

was a little excited, as if he didn't expect the phone to really work. He did

not come to chat with Jiang Li, he just wanted to listen to the light screen

broadcast of the Inspectorate, and then he hung up.

"Who specifically called the harassment call to the Inspectorate Bureau?" Park

Lin bent over and remembered the number on the light screen, "Neuropathy."

"Check this number." Jiang Li wanted not to be too sensitive, but he still

felt a little bad hunch. He put the conductor back, and he saw Yan Junxun and

Shi Shan delaying downstairs, and then said: "... also give Junxun some time

off."