Criminal Investigation Notes

Love, like murder, is always exposed. — Will Congreve

Lu Junchi lowered his head and stared at Su Hui. He was lying on the sofa, breathing shallowly, and slept defenselessly.

For a moment, he suddenly had the urge to lower his head and kiss him, but in the end he stared at him, ran his fingers across his slightly pale cheeks, and gave up.

That should just be gibberish after drunkenness, right?

It's like a compliment between friends.

Someone said that before when they joked with him...

Lu Junchi admitted that his feelings for Su Hui were increasing day by day in his daily interactions and in each case.

This person is in an important position in his life, he always cares about him, he will be happy when he sees him, and he will be flustered when he is far away.

He admits that this is a sign of love, but he would rather guard him silently.

The more it got to this point, the more hesitant he became.

He kept asking himself: Are you ready to say goodbye to the past, are you ready to start a relationship?

He is a cautious man who treats life and feelings like a case. When it all started, I just wanted to be able to see all the situations, all the endings.

But there are so many variables in life, and even the most meticulous person can't prevent all accidents and omissions. There are sorrows, joys, joys, and pains...

That may be the unique charm of life.

Lu Junchi is accustomed to going all out to live, work and love seriously.

This habit, if consensual, can build a strong fortress for love. But if it is not mature enough in reality, it will become a huge pressure and a burden.

Now, he has matured a lot, and has passed the age of desperate and desperate for love. He would consider other people's feelings more, and before he even started, he was a little worried about whether it would hurt Su Hui.

He kicked Hemingway's sticky cat out of Su Hui's arms, and then he carried Su Hui to the bed and lay down. When he returned to the living room, the screen of the laptop was still on, and an advertisement pop-up window popped up. .

[In your neighborhood, 1231 people are browsing this website. 】

[Meeting the right person is the beginning of a love affair. 】

correct person.

Lu Junchi closed the advertisement of the dating website, but what came to mind was a figure without a specific face.

He thought that with the passage of time, the figure would gradually blur, but when he recalled that person, all the bits and pieces of memory were so vivid that they were almost vivid, and together with those unspeakable emotions, they came up.

The first time Lu Junchi heard the code name of the poet was from someone else's mouth. Some people said that the poet is the most amazing one in the behavior analysis group.

He thought that people who are too good will always be proud of their talents, so when he first asked the poet to leave a comment, he did not have the expectation that the poet would reply.

As a result, the poet replied to him.

Hit the nail on the head, simply and neatly divide and disintegrate the problem, and finally ask: "Understand?"

Inexplicably, he liked the poet's last rhetorical question very much, and he could feel his high spirits through the screen.

Smart, arrogant, with a little bit of a poisonous tongue, this is his initial impression of the poet.

At first, they were like netizens who were familiar but never met. The poet would tirelessly answer his questions and answer him patiently. At this time, he would secretly marvel at the poet's analysis in his heart.

Sometimes they also talk about things other than the case, as big as social hotspots, as small as which breakfast shop is delicious. If the poet is really a poet, he thinks that the poet should be a romantic poet.

He will use the warmest emotions to sing the truth, the good and the beautiful, and he will also use the most pungent language to attack the darkness, pinpoint the evils of the times, and the moon society.

He is completely different from him.

He likes such poets, just like when he was a child, he liked the poetry collections in the study, and all the pure and free and beautiful things.

Lu Junchi tried to imagine a poet a little bit, and imagined what a poet would look like in his own world. This was the most romantic thing that an unimaginative science man had ever done.

Once he and the poet talked about a case related to homosexuality, and mentioned the issue of the proportion of homosexuality. The poet said: "Actually, homosexuality in life can no longer be described by a few people. One percent of the adults in the country are homosexuals. In some foreign countries, it even accounts for 3 to 8 percent, and on Earth, this is a human population of hundreds of millions."

Yes, he is one in a billion.

He said to the poet, "Maybe it's because our education from childhood to adulthood thinks this is a wrong thing. Many people hide and suppress their own nature."

The poet replied to him: "Sometimes the more suppressed it is, the more counterproductive it is."

What does poet mean?

Do poets discriminate against homosexuals?

Lu Junchi had so many things he wanted to ask, he cut and cut, but he never asked directly, "I also think that in fact same-sex love is not a disordered love, and love will not be limited by anything. Everyone's Not every boy who reads fairy tales likes a princess, maybe likes a prince.”

He also forgot which book it was in, as if he had seen a similar metaphor.

The poet on the opposite side was silent for a moment and said, "I only love princes."

Lu Junchi was stunned. He heard the sound of breathing on the other end of the phone, as well as his own heartbeat.

"…me too."

Looking back on this conversation later, Lu Junchi felt that if he had been bolder at the time, he could actually say that you were like my prince.

He felt like a pious knight, willing to kneel at the poet's feet, and though he might be just one of his many admirers and suitors, he wanted to be with him.

I don't know when this relationship started. He has never liked others, and it was only at that moment that he realized that he probably liked poets.

In the poet's view of love, he believes that most people are visual animals, and they will have a good impression because of their appearance.

However, Lu Junchi felt that he was an emotional animal, more suitable for this kind of secret love that never met.

At that time, he hadn't seen the poet, but the poet had seen him and said to him, "I saw you in the yard just now. That dark dress matches your temperament."

Later, when he buys clothes, he always buys dark colors.

Once, they encountered an emergency and wanted to dispatch the police to arrest a suspect. The poet said to him, "Come on, my Lieutenant Lu." The title scratched his heart like a cat's paw.

Fortunately, Lu Junchi has a calm personality, and completed the task safely and without any risk.

Then came the New Year's holiday that year. Lu Junchi usually had few holidays. He never felt that the New Year's holiday was so long. When he got back to work, he finally added a private cell phone number of the poet.

Lu Junchi was still very uneasy: "Your identity is kept secret, is it alright to give me your mobile phone number?"

The poet said: "Identity confidentiality is for our personal safety. Will you reveal my number?"

Lu Junchi hurriedly said, "Absolutely not." It was too late for him to protect him, and he would not do anything against him.

The poet said: "You are not a bad person, so what does it have to do with you. Apart from being a profiler of the behavior analysis group, I am always a person, and I cannot live in a vacuum. Moreover, this mobile phone number is also assigned by the city bureau. Can't find it."

On the way back that day, he would recite these well-known numbers from time to time in his heart. These numbers seemed to have magic power, which would make his mood couldn't help but jump.

He really wanted to make this call, wanted to hear more about the poet's voice, but was afraid of disturbing the poet.

When he got home, Lu Haochu glanced at him and asked, "Brother, did something good happen to you today?"

Only then did he realize that he had come back with a smile all the way.

Then one day, the poet complained to him that his family was urging him to find a girlfriend, and Lu Junchi comforted him a few words.

The poet was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Lu Junchi, I seem to like you a little bit."

The young man's clear voice is straightforward and candid when expressing his love.

At that time, a bird happened to fly by outside the window, and Lu Junchi held the phone for a long time and didn't come back to his senses.

The poet said: "...if it's a little out of place, then you just pretend you didn't hear it."

Lu Jun was afraid that he would hang up the phone. He was so nervous that he could hear his heartbeat: "No, I like you too." He paused and said in a low voice, "I like you very, very much."

He felt that no matter how much the poet liked him, he seemed to love him a little more, but he never dared to say it, for fear of saying it, even an ordinary friend would have to do it. He felt that there was a lot of difference between the two. I'd rather be nice to him silently.

But now, the poet took the initiative to bring it up.

During that time, Lu Junchi almost felt that it was the best memory in his life.

At first, neither of them mentioned meeting. It was a platonic relationship. They had a good impression of each other, and most of the time they communicated by phone and chat.

Lu Junchi knew that loving someone is not the same word, especially living in today's society and working together, they need to consider more, and he will work hard to manage these things.

Until Lu Junchi was on a business trip, he said to the poet, "I have counted the stars you gave me, and there are already ninety-nine."

The poet said: "Then we will meet when you come back. I can give you the last star with my own hands."

Lu Junchi said, "Okay, I will finish the matter over there as soon as possible."

At that time, he thought a lot about the location of the first date, what kind of clothes to wear, where he would live in the future, and even how to introduce him to his family.

But he never imagined that such a result would come in the end.

"Sorry, we can't meet anymore."

He wanted to ask him about the matter, but then he never dialed the cell phone number that the poet gave him.

Recalling this, Lu Junchi felt a little sour in his eyes. He closed the web page in front of him, turned off the lights, and sat quietly in the dark.

He suddenly thought of a possibility, would the person he was looking for be Su Hui?

When he is with him, sometimes his figure overlaps the poet.

If that were his poet...

He wanted to hold him in his arms and help him keep out the fires and bullets of the world.

The author has something to say: the countdown to the horse fell, and after thinking about it, I changed the label. The two chapters are too emotional and are still at the end of the previous case.

Love, like murder, is always exposed. — Will Congreve

I dabble in all the fairy tales a child can get, but I don't love princesses. I only love princes, especially princes who are killed, and princes who are dying. - "Confessions of a Mask" Yukio Mishima