Little Madman’s Guide to Acting Good

    Chen Shiming felt something inexplicably, he was about to speak, but Chen Qizhao had already passed him and went home. He stopped and watched the figure go farther and farther. It was obviously a very common sentence. The two brothers had said something even more exaggerated when they quarreled, but Chen Shiming had a feeling that he couldn't say it.

    Xu Te helped get out of the car and came over, "Boss, I just went to the garage to check, and there are no other problems."

    "I see." Chen Shiming glanced at the garage and suppressed the suffocation in his heart, "Get off work early."

    Xu Tezhu was stunned for a while, and saw that Chen Shiming had already walked back.

    Chen's house has plenty of warm lights indoors, and the bright light is different from the dim outdoor, which makes people feel relaxed.

    Chen Jianhong didn't come back so early after working overtime tonight. The three of Chen's family were eating and didn't talk about work, only the voice of Zhang Yazhi talking to Chen Qizhao from time to time.

    Chen Qizhao's performance was the same as usual, but only Chen Qizhao's words remained in Chen Shiming's mind.

    Zhang Yazhi was happy to see her child coming back for dinner. She cooked a little too much food at night, she took Chen Qizhao and said for a long time, "Mom has done so much, how can you eat this. "

    "I was too full at school at noon." Chen Qizhao finished the soup, "I'll go back to my room and do some homework."

    Zhang Yazhi watched Chen Qizhao for a while, and saw that he had finished drinking the soup before leaving, "Has your brother been eating a little less recently?"

    "Well." Chen Shiming was thinking about something, but he still said: "The weather has changed a lot recently, and it's normal to have no appetite. Don't think too much."

    After dinner, Chen Shiming returned to his study and received part of the survey results.

    The driver, Lao Lin, is honest and boring. He has been doing things at home as usual, so it can be said that there is no fault.

    In the past, Chen Shiming never paid attention to the people around him, but now the truth is gradually revealed, like a veil that was invisible to him before.

    After the accident information at the Panshan intersection was sent in the afternoon, he immediately sent people to check the incident near the Panshan intersection, and found a lot of strangeness one after another. The driver, Lao Lin, who is usually normal on the surface, often stayed near the Panshan intersection in the past few years. Chen Shiming knew that his wife and children died accidentally at the Panshan intersection, but the information obtained from others is really unimaginable.

    "This is not right." Chen Shiming frowned slightly: "Someone is not only handling the accident information for Lao Lin, but also doing other things."

      I have a little impression of him, this matter will be gone in two years, and no one will remember that a person with strange behavior once stayed at the accident intersection many times.

    A person who may have mental problems goes to the intersection of accident all the year round, and has also had a car accident.

    And now this person suddenly passed away, which is very abnormal, as if someone asked him not to pass, but also cleaned up some traces for him, trying to make him look like a normal person.

    The assistant in charge of investigation on the other end of the phone was stunned: "The boss, do you still follow this line to investigate?"

    "Check." Chen Shiming said solemnly: "There is someone behind Lao Lin."

    And is there really only Panshan intersection? If Lao Lin has had a strange mental state, is there an accident in other places that the Chen family doesn't know about... The Chen family's car is easy to check. If the accident happened to Lao Lin driving another car, they can't check some records. arrive.

    Chen Qizhao did not turn on the light when he returned to the room. He turned on the computer, and the computer screen that lit up illuminated his face. All kinds of data collected in the past few days were imported into a private disk backup by him, and then the disk was removed.

    He saw three red envelopes under several documents, and put the disk next to the red envelopes.

    There was no sound in the quiet room, he turned on the light in the bathroom and went in to take a shower.

    When putting on clothes, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror from the corner of the eye, and there was a shallow knife mark on the slightly fair arm muscle. After so long, he suddenly found that he seemed to be used to this young face and to some past that could no longer be mentioned.

    After taking a shower, I went back to my room, and it didn't take long.

    Chen Qizhao sat cross-legged in front of the computer, looked at the dense text on the screen, and leaned back slightly.

      A corridor, staring at the door of the driver Lao Lin's room in the corner.

    Sitting for a while, the habit of smoking came up again, he lit a cigarette and left it.

    I don't know how long I stared at the screen until a buzzing sound—

    The mute phone vibrated, and he looked down to see the message sent, it was Shen Yuhuai.

    I don't know why, during this time, Shen Yuhuai would send him messages every night at night, or send him the succulents he raised, or reply to the messages that the two of them chatted halfway during the day. Chen Qizhao squinted at the night scene outside the window, and suddenly wanted to go to the beach to watch fireworks.

    For the first time, he didn't really want to take the initiative to reply to Shen Yuhuai's news.

    Nothing happened, but I felt sleepy.

    The message bounced and picked up again.

    Chen Qizhao reached out and hooked the phone over, and when he opened it, he saw a photo of Shen Yu Huaifa.

    [-Shen Yuhuai: I just finished my work and happened to be near you. Are you going out for supper? ]

    The photo is the food stall in front of the school.

    [- Zhao: I went home, not at school. ]

    [-Shen Yuhuai: That can only be the next time. ]

    It's almost an hour drive to the school...

    Chen Qizhao glanced at the computer time, it was about eleven o'clock in the past, and it wasn't that he couldn't eat supper.

    [- Zhao: Are you alone? ]

    [-Shen Yuhuai: follow Liu. ]

    Oh.

    Chen Qizhao held his mobile phone and stopped his eyes on Shen Yuhuai's avatar. His fingertips rubbed the screen of the mobile phone, and the fireworks that bloomed by the sea in his memory seemed to be blooming one after another in front of his eyes. There was an impulse to bump into his body, and he suddenly wanted to call on Shen Yuhuai to go to the beach.

    And this feeling suddenly stopped when he was about to pop up the video chat.

    Chen Qizhao seemed to realize something, he crossed out the vx interface, opened the mobile phone album, and stopped his eyes on the recent photo of Shen Yuhuai in the album. Sweeping over Shen Yuhuai, who was eating with his eyes down in the restaurant, the hands caring for plants in the video screenshot... The photos were stacked together and finally formed a segment.

    In the hospital corridor, a cold hand rubbed against his face.

    "Touch me."

    In the quiet room, Chen Qizhao suddenly said.

    He didn't know where this sudden possessiveness came from, and wanted Shen Yuhuai to stay with him, just like before, touching his face, touching his forehead... This kind of thought rushed over In his mind, there was an endless impulse, and he held the phone tightly.

    At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door.

    Chen Qizhao just woke up from a daze and suddenly realized that he was sweating.

    The knocking on the door continued, Chen Qizhao let go of the phone, and the phone made a muffled sound on the desktop.

    He got up and went to open the door.

    As soon as the door opened, Chen Shiming stood outside the door with a glass of milk, seeing the darkness in the room.

    He frowned slightly: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

    "Forgot." Chen Qizhao's eyes stopped on the milk in his hand, and he laughed: "It's not bad, ready to sleep?"

    "Bring it for you." Chen Shiming's eyes swept over Chen Qizhao.

    Chen Qizhao took the glass of milk in surprise, "If you have nothing to do..."

    Chen Shiming: "Why don't you blow dry your hair."

    Chen Qizhao stopped: "lazy."

    "Go in and talk?" Chen Shiming's eyes stopped for a moment on his face, "There is something."

    Chen Qizhao glanced around and made way for Chen Shiming, "Come in."

    Chen Shiming rarely enters Chen Qizhao's room. The two brothers had a bad relationship before, let alone entering Chen Qizhao's room, you can find a fight just by standing at the door. Except that Chen Qizhao had a fever some time ago, he came in a few times, and usually he would not step into this place.

    He crossed Chen Qizhao to enter, and turned on the switch of the door light, and the dark room was suddenly brightened.

      Before he took a few steps, he smelled a smell of smoke and looked directly at the source of the smoke.

    A cigarette was lit on the ashtray, and the room smelled of nicotine.

    Chen Shiming frowned slightly, just about to speak, when he turned around, he saw Chen Qizhao closing the door, his wet hair pressed against the side of his neck, and slightly loose pajamas on him, looking a little empty of.

    Chen Qizhao said: "If you have anything, just say it."

    He noticed Chen Shiming's frowning eyebrows, and suddenly remembered something, "Oh, wait, I'll open the window to let in some air."

    Chen Shiming didn't speak, he watched Chen Qizhao go over there to open the window, and said: "You blow your hair first, didn't you have a long memory of the fever a while ago? You have to..." He said halfway through , suddenly saw Chen Qizhao parked in front of the computer, staring straight at the computer screen.

    Chen Shiming was surprised and walked over to look, only to notice the dense monitoring on the computer.

    Chen Qizhao: "There is movement."

    Chen Shiming paused for a while, and looked at the dazzling monitor on the computer screen, "What's going on?"

    "He came out of the room." Chen Qizhao pointed to a place diagonally below the screen.

    Chen Shiming suddenly looked over, the driver Lao Lin was walking in a corridor somewhere, from one monitoring to another, and finally disappeared into the indoor monitoring range.

    "He's hooked."