The Retirement Life of a Runaway Desperado

On Wednesday, Lynn went to Arthur's house to pick up Chris, and happened to meet Arthur cooking.

So, of course, Christine enthusiastically kept him for dinner, and from then on, Lynn settled at Arthur's house for at least three meals a week.

He also brought back some snacks by the way—Christine said her father would make it again, and didn't mind sharing it with friends at all—and the eating life was enriched for a while.

He brings cookies to the office, but they are quickly swept away by his subordinates, who, in the trusting small-town life, don't seem to have the notion that they can't just grab something off someone else's table and eat it.

"This smells great, where did you buy it?" Tang Na asked, "I want to buy some too."

"Someone else made it," Lynn said, looking at the dregs-only bag, trying to find some larger pieces.

"Oh..." Tang Na said, "Can we look forward to your second spring? Although there are many women in the town who are good at cooking and especially like to give food to single men, but they made this!" He pointed Holding a biscuit bag to emphasize, "Even if she is 70 years old and still suffers from rheumatism, I will marry her."

Lynn hated the gossip, because he could foresee that one day later all the townspeople would start asking him which housewife he had committed adultery with.

He decided to kill the rumor at once, so he said, "Mr. Arthur did it."

Donna froze there.

Lynn said, "He made it for Christine, you know, and Chrissy was having a great time with that kid, so I just took some. He's not going to make it for me every day, so you save some !"

Tang Na went out with an expression of not knowing how to react after watching the absurd drama, and Lynn looked at the bag with only dregs in his hand, feeling a sense of mourning.

When he went to Arthur's house to pick up biscuits again, Arthur's face was really not good-looking, but his face had always been bad-looking, and Lynn firmly ignored him.He is a policeman who is good at ignoring the ugly faces of others and getting what he wants.

One night a week later, when he picked up Chrissy—to get some food along the way—the boys hadn't finished their homework, Arthur poured him a cup of tea and said, "Have you had a beard in a week?" Scratch it, Officer Lynn."

Lynn touched his stubble guiltily. He couldn't remember the last time he shaved. "I didn't think about it for a while..." he said.

"Having said that, I'd like to suggest that you at least brush your hair and change your shirt when you go out," said Arthur.

"I like this shirt," Lynn said.

"It was a nightmare."

"I love it," Lynn said, "You can't attack someone's shirt like that, how do you know it wasn't a gift from my wife?"

"This model was made a year ago. I don't know how you could have fooled me about the year of the dress," said Arthur.

"Maybe it's from my daughter?" Lynn said.

"She said no," said Arthur. "Get rid of this horrible dress, it's bringing down the decor of my house."

"You have no right to interfere with what I wear," Lynn said.

"I don't care if you stay within 500 meters of my house," Arthur said. "I'm sorry, but I really hope you'll think about it and at least cut off the laundry label."

"Laundry labels?" Lynn said, looking down guiltily.

Arthur helped him turn up the hem of his clothes, and there was indeed a small cloth strip sewn inside, with letters and time written on it, Lynn never knew that there was such a thing on the clothes.Apparently it's used by laundromats to identify customers.

He tried to tear the strip off, but it was so tight that Arthur gave him a pair of scissors.

"It should be a good opportunity to throw it away when it's dirty, and you're washing it," he said.

Lynn finally got rid of the cloth strip, and Arthur threw it in the trash with a "finally got rid of this stupid mistake" look.

After Chris finished her homework, Lynn led her away from Arthur's house.

On the second visit, he shaved first and combed his hair a little more neatly.He even avoided wearing the dress that Arthur hated.

I really don't know what he's smoking.

"Good afternoon, Officer Lynn," Arthur said, with a rare smile on his face.

Lynn looked suspiciously at the two unopened shirts in the living room, and Arthur said, "I have prepared some clothes for you."

"I don't need clothes," Lynn said.

"Please don't think I really like getting clothes for you, Sergeant," said Arthur. "After all, you eat here half the week now, and I want to maintain the taste of life in the house. I have to take you into account."

"You're really that boring aren't you?" Lynn said.

"You can see right through me. I wish I could cut a dress for that mole in the yard," said Arthur. "Take that dress away, or stay away from my house!"

The oven in the kitchen made a "ding" sound, which was so crisp and heartbreaking.

Arthur said "Wait a moment", and then walked into the kitchen. After a while, the aroma from inside was so strong that even the most willpower would be soft, especially besides a glass of milk in the morning, there is a glass of milk at noon. Someone who ate nothing but a biscuit.

"Okay, I'll take these," Lynn said bitterly.

"I knew you were a considerate man, Officer Lynn," Arthur said.

In this way, Lynn's life began to be full of traces of Arthur.

His clothes, razor, aftershave, shampoo, food, they agreed to pick up the kids, Arthur did the cooking and Lynn started doing the dishes.

By the way, the clothes Arthur chose were of good taste and fit them well. Lynn was praised by several people and finally began to have some ideas about buying clothes.

He humbly returned the credit to Arthur, and everyone who heard him say that had the expression of seeing the flying saucer landing.

Christmas, the two will spend together.

Arthur made a table of food and looked very accomplished.Although he never eats much, his food intake is sometimes as small as a lady on a diet.

Arthur was tall, but very thin, and although there was something pale and nervous in his features, he did not look sick.Lynn sometimes couldn't help asking him if he needed to eat more, but that seemed like an unnecessary concern.Arthur was full of energy, as if burned by some kind of flame in his body so that he didn't need the support of the world.

In fact, Lynn had received several Christmas invitations before, and he believed that Arthur had received quite a few, too, but he turned them down. In theory... they are of course right, but being with Arthur has nothing to do with anyone. Reality and relaxation that no one has.

And even a few days ago, the only way to spend Christmas that had been on his mind was to stay with Arthur and the two children and have a quiet meal.

During the meal, Lynn got a call from the bureau about a recent burglary.He responded, "Okay, write down the part that comes to her mind, we'll look it up."

He hung up, and Arthur, who was eating next to him, asked, "The burglary at Mrs. Carlyle's house?"

"How do you know?" Lynn said.

"Everyone in town knows," Arthur said.

Lynn sighed. Mrs. Carlyle lived alone in an old house in the town. There was a burglary in her house yesterday afternoon, and the living room was turned into a mess. The other party might think that Mrs. Carlyle was not in the room—because she would usually be there at this time. Goes to a gardening class - but she's actually taking a nap in her bedroom because she has a cold.

When she woke up in the afternoon, she found that the house had been turned into a mess and called the police.At the same time, all kinds of people from eighty to eight years old in the town were also reported.

"Yes, she went to the bureau and said she remembered something new and missing," Lynn said.

"The clasp her lover gave her when she was seventeen?" Arthur said. "The one with the pocket photo of her in it?"

Lynn glared at him, "How did you know about the call I just received?"

"She told the people in the supermarket this morning," Arthur said, "now half the city knows, you're a step too late."

Lynn laughed, and Arthur smiled down too.

"She loves this," Arthur said.

"She's in love," Lynn said.

"I really don't understand what a thief is thinking," he continued. "He took a bunch of inexplicable things, a broken watch, a worthless necklace, a lamp, a teacup, a cookie box. He turned on the TV. Broken, but took the remote, and a bunch of antiques that will never be understood."

"He smashed the TV and took the remote?" Arthur said.

"I don't understand how his logic works," Lynn said.

"Maybe he didn't want to take the TV with him at all because it was too heavy to carry," Arthur said. of."

"Are you saying that he stole that pile of things is actually a smoke bomb, and it has nothing to do with money?" Lynn said, "He has other goals?"

"It's always about the money," said Arthur, "only it's not Mrs. Carlyle's rags. Otherwise the theft wouldn't make any sense."

Others would probably say that some things in this world just don't make sense.But Lynn is a cop, and he thinks everything in the world makes sense.

"What do you think he actually wants?" he said.

"I guess it's the remote," Lynn said.

"why?"

"The time is most suitable."

Lynn thought for a moment. "My God," he said.

Arthur nodded in agreement. "This world is really dangerous," he said.

Christine has been too busy beating with Kristin to pay attention to them, so she can't help but ask, "What are you two talking about?"

Lynn was busy flipping through her phone when she heard this and said, "I'm afraid this case is bigger than it looks, honey."

"I'm asking, what are you two talking about," Christine repeated. "I didn't hear a single word of the explanation."

"The burglar knows Mrs. Carlyle is at home," Arthur said, "otherwise he wouldn't just look for things in the living room. Most valuable things in a house are in the bedroom or study. Obviously he has a specific purpose and only wants to find one thing in the living room." , he took a bunch of useless stuff because he didn't want others to find out what it was."

"I know, you said smoke bombs," Christine said. "What do you mean by time?"

"If he had only called two days later, or one day earlier, Mrs. Carlyle would not be at home," said Arthur. "He went yesterday, and there was a reason for that day."

"That's right, as long as you do some homework, you will know Mrs. Carlisle's full-day schedule." Christine said, "She has gardening lessons every afternoon, and she has a cold this week, so she will rest at home all day."

"Three days ago, Mrs. Carlisle sent in the remote control of the TV for repair. They replaced her with a new one, an imported product, and she complained for a long time that the quality of things now is not as good as hers." Arthur said.

"You know, the diamond smuggling case that has been making a lot of noise recently." Lynn said.

"Well, that's the Cyberjaya case," said Christine.

"Smuggling is a criminal process of continuous cooperation." Arthur said, "Some people buy, some sell, and some provide pipelines. Electrical repair is a distribution channel. Cyberjaya is very strict, but the customs here are much looser. The headquarters of Mrs. Carlyle's electrical repair shop is in Cyberjaya, and according to the tone of the news, the police have already noticed them."

"Oh my God, how did you two get into this stuff?" Christine said, "And how did you notice it, it's just news and it's so complicated."

"Obviously we're bored," said Arthur.

Lynn was busy calling the bureau to arrest someone from the electronics store before he was out of town.already left?Then go after it immediately.

"It's okay to be slow," Arthur said, pouring himself half a drink, "and maybe you can grab a connector too."

"When we catch him and ask him, we can also ask him," Lynn said.

"Then why did he have to steal the diamonds yesterday?" Christine said, "It's the same if it's two or three days later."

"You really have no idea how cruel the criminal world is," Arthur said. "People can do terrible things for money."

Christine rolled her eyes and said, "According to me, he's just going to steal the remote control and he'll be fine. No one would mind losing a remote control. Why did you make such a big fuss?"

Lynn laughed, "I think he thought about it, but I bet Mrs. Carlisle would call the police, she's got tags on everything, we have a stack of her reports, lost herbicides, hoods, whatever. It would be a nightmare for the diamond to fall into her hands."

"But the police are going to want to notice a lost remote?" Christine said.

"Obviously, the other party thought that Officer Lynn would notice, after all, Cyberjaya is a hot topic," Arthur said, "and he's a crime buster from a big city, not an ordinary person who is used to idleness in a small town. There is such a thing as The police. It will be of great benefit to the law and order in our town."

"Come on, we've got to pay attention," Lynn said. "She lost a garden shovel last time, and she's still talking about it a year later, so Donald ended up buying her own one."

"Diamond smuggling, she must love it," said Arthur.

"It's like a second wedding," Lynn said. "You can guess the diamond. It's a pity that you don't become a policeman, but it's a pity that you don't become a cook. . . What are you planting for?"

"Life," Arthur said, clearing food from his plate.

Lynn remembered that Chris had mentioned that Arthur was bored. Yes, he was more than just a talent for staying here, he was simply stuffing a whale into a lady's bag.

"I still think your minds are jumping too far," Christine said.

"It's not too jumpy. I always feel that the owner of the repair shop is abnormal. There is no one who can repair an electrical appliance and wear a Rolex." Lynn said.

"Yeah, and always like the damn expensive stuff," said Arthur.

"Did you see that tie pin on him?"

"terrible!"

"Yes, both in terms of price and style!"

"I can't stand the investments he made," Arthur said. "He threw the receipts all over the place and looked me in the eyes and said he never knew about funds and never invested a penny."

"I thought he had no IQ," Lynn said. "I went to fix the TV one time, and he was talking to Mrs. Allison about the fine print of smuggling, and diamond facets, right in front of me. Professional and thorough. So when the diamond case in Cyberjaya came out, I thought of him. I don’t care about Cyberjaya, but I’ve been following that guy for a long time.”

Arthur raised his drink glass to him, "Congratulations to the police in Cyberjaya for finally thinking about it and allowing us to clear a scum out of the community." He said.

Christine looked at Arthur, then at Lynn, the two fathers were chatting brightly.

"I really love Christmas," she said.

Even if you tell yourself a hundred times, watch out for Arthur, but Lynn loves talking to him.

When solving the diamond case, Lynn thought, with his previous IQ, should he have discovered the strangeness of the case sooner, not to mention that he had already felt that something was wrong with the boss.

But when you stay in a comfortable place for too long, the brain will probably slowly degenerate and fall into this rusty calm.

It doesn't matter. When he came here, Lin En made up his mind that he would never get involved with some major vicious cases again.

But when talking to Arthur, it felt completely different, and it definitely mocked his previous thinking.

The conversation with that person was so pleasant, just like the confrontation in fencing, without any redundancy or hesitation, the communication was focused, sparkling, and full of tacit understanding.

And he knew that Arthur liked it too.

That's what he thought at home, absent-mindedly scrubbing dirty dishes.

He eats at Arthur's most of the time now, and once in a while he starts his own fire, or heats food from Arthur's in the microwave.And from Chrissy's expression, she prefers freshly made ones.

The little girl was sitting on a chair doing her homework, and suddenly she looked up and asked, "Daddy, will Uncle Arthur be my mother?"

The plate in Lynn's hand almost fell, but he quickly held it steady. "No, of course not, my dear, how did you come up with that?" he said.

"Lily said it," said Chris, a little girl in her class. "She said her mother said so, two single men spend the whole day together, it's very obvious..."

"Mrs. Levin said that? Could it be that this is being spread around the town recently?" Lynn said, "What is so obvious, what is so obvious about me and Arthur!"

The girl's voice immediately dropped. "Are you angry?" she said.

"No, no, of course not, how could Daddy be angry?" Lynn said.

"Well, Christine and I both thought it would be nice," Chrissy said. "She said we could start a family and you could be a mom if her dad didn't want to. I don't mind. Chrissy Sting also said that Uncle Arthur's appearance and knowledge are absolutely worthy of you, I really don't know what you can pick and choose—"

Lynn rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that he needed a little self-control to regain his normal language.

"I'm not picky, honey," he said. "Me and Arthur are just friends, and we're both men. What are you two talking about together?"

Chris sighed, acting like a grown-up.She had learned to sigh a long time ago.

"Talking about family, Daddy," she said, "Mrs. Geddle says we need a family in this world to be warm and relaxing, like a bird needs a nest. I think you're working too hard, Daddy, you need care." Christine also feels that Uncle Arthur is very depressed. She hopes to take good care of him and make him happy, but she can't... If you two can form a family..."

"Honey, thank you for caring so much about me," Lynn said, and had to cut the subject off. "I'm very touched. But Uncle Arthur and I are just friends, don't talk about starting a family, okay?"

Chris sighed again, feeling sad for the unsatisfactory world.

"Arthur said the same thing, and Christine said it was because he needed an adjustment period," Chrissy said, "You're not his type."

"Oh my god, you guys are asking Arthur!?" Lynn said.

He thought about Arthur's expression when he answered the question. The guy's elegant, cold and nervous look made him feel embarrassed.

He finished washing the dishes, dried his hands, and poured himself a cup of coffee. Chris was still doing her homework, and he didn't know why he asked too much."What did Arthur say?" he asked.

"Oh, he said that's impossible," Chrissy said, "because you're straight."

Lynn nearly spits out his coffee, and Chrissy asks, "What do you mean by straight?"

"It's not interesting, just do your homework," Lynn said, trying to swallow his coffee.

What does he mean when he says I'm straight? Is he...curvy?Lynn thought.

No, no, of course not, he has a wife and a daughter, and obviously he loves his wife very much, he thought of the photo he saw at Arthur's house, the woman in it had red hair and was unbelievably beautiful, that beauty seemed gentle and weak , but has its own kind of invincible thing.That's about as beautiful as it gets.

It is conceivable that when Arthur and his wife were together, they were a pair made in heaven and earth, so beautiful that they did not seem to appear in the world.

Christine was born in the same mold as her mother, but with Arthur's black hair, and that jade-like quality in her expression, which made her different from all other beautiful children, and made her look calm and outstanding.

Like her father when he stood in the crowd...

Maybe he's double?It was certainly possible, and Arthur seemed dismissive of worldliness, and certainly wouldn't mind trying another approach if he wanted to.Maybe he'd had some dealings with men before, but he liked women just as much, and Christine's mother even more.

"Did he say anything else?" he asked Kristall.

"No, that's all," Chrissy said.

Lynn nodded, feeling that he was really bored.

Arthur's words are very unreliable, this may be just a casual sentence.As for his sexual orientation, what does it have to do with him.

They only occasionally help take care of the young daughters of both parties, or more, take care of each other's life by the way... To be precise, they should still maintain a hostile relationship at a distance.

For such a guy, what kind of sexual orientation does he have, what does he have to worry about endlessly.