The ivory tower has no autumn

The dark clouds in the distant sky are coming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the rumbling thunder is like the mournful cry of an ancient giant dragon for this situation. The feathers and leaves on the body turned yellow and withered, a gust of wind hit, and the fragile petioles could no longer resist the power of the wind, so they were forced to leave the original tree and float to the ground, into the air, and into the distance...

The funeral is coming to an end, and people are walking back and forth sparsely. A woman in a black shirt is standing in front of the gray-black tombstone, maybe she is in a daze, maybe she is feeling emotional, maybe she is recalling her and her past .

"Miss Lin, this is the third time you have called the police."

"I know."

"Then you also know that we have investigated before, and the results show that no one is following you at all."

"I know."

"Then why are you here this time?"

"I was threatened."

The policeman in front of him slapped the pen on the table with some resentment, and sat slumped on the chair. He scratched his scalp in frustration, as if he felt that he shouldn't show his boredom so obviously, and then straightened up. Turning around, he asked with a serious face, "What threat?"

Lin Zhiyuan, who came to call the police, stood up slowly. The chair under her was pushed back by her calf, making a sharp and ear-piercing rubbing sound. As if she couldn't hear her, she stretched out her hand and unbuttoned her coat and girdle. , before the police officer in charge could stop her, she opened her coat neatly, and saw that she was wearing home clothes, a very ordinary white T and brown trousers, and the top was dyed with mottled red.

When the police officer in charge saw it, he stood up in shock, but he just remembered that he shouldn't have crossed the line so much, so he withdrew his hand that had stopped in mid-air, and asked, "Are you injured?"

"No, it's paint." Lin Zhiyuan put on the coat again, this time she no longer tied her waist, but left the coat open at will, so that the policeman opposite could see the red color inside.

When the policeman heard this, he sat down, picked up the recording pen again, and prepared to carefully record every word the other party said next.

There was a person standing in the corner who was listening to the two of them talking. She had a low ponytail and her slightly curly hair stuck to the back of her neck. The slightly frizzy hair rubbed against her a little itchy. She stretched out her hand and touched it with her right hand The canned coffee she was holding lost a little weight after she raised her head and took a big sip.

Just like this, she stayed in the corner with great interest, and after listening to the whole process, Ji Huaizhi threw the empty jar in her hand into the trash can and made a "clang" sound, which attracted the attention of the two people, ignoring them, she glanced at the time , just off work.

At that time, Ji Huaizhi didn't know that they would meet again next time.

The next morning, Captain Wang Jue called her into the office, threw her a folder, and said, "Next, you will live in her house as her assistant and protect her 24 hours a day until the prisoner is caught."

She picked up the folder and glanced at the information inside. The photo was of the woman who called the police last night. She was a famous writer. She came to the police station to call the police three times. After investigation by other colleagues, no trace of the suspect was found.

She knew, and heard from other seniors, that this woman named Lin Zhiyuan was probably suffering from persecution delusions and was a mentally ill patient.

"Since the investigation didn't find any problems, why do I still need to protect her?" Ji Huaizhi was dissatisfied, but he didn't show it, he just asked in a purely inquiring tone.

Although this doesn't change any results.

"Because we exist to protect the people, not to just sit in the office and stare at the computer to write reports." Wang Jue was very shameless, his voice was very loud, and the door of the office was not closed, and everyone outside could hear.

Ji Huaizhi threw the folder back on Wang Jue's desk, turned and left when the other party stared at her fiercely, and even performed a slamming door for him before leaving.

She was the one who was sitting in the office staring at the computer and writing the report, and the one who made her do it was Wang Jue himself. Why can he use this incident to mock her now?

Ji Huai thinks it's troublesome. She used to commute to and from get off work on time, but now she has to protect others 24 hours a day, which means she has no rest time, and all her time must be used to protect a strange woman.

But this job has both disadvantages and advantages. The advantage is that she doesn't have to see those colleagues who don't want to see her every day, so rather than staying in the police station, she wants to stay away from the police station, to be precise, stay away from the job of the police.

She doesn't like being a policeman, and she doesn't have a sense of honor and mission for the police job. She is just forced by her family to become a policeman. She knows what those people in the police station said about her.

A related household through the back door.

Thinking like this, Ji Huaizhi stood in front of Lin Zhiyuan's house empty-handed. This residential area is not high-end, even a bit out of the way. It is not convenient to go to the city center. The only advantage is that it is quiet.

She habitually observes the surrounding environment. In the era when the land is very expensive, the price of a house built on the ground will not be much cheaper. Compared with this type of house on the ground, the first choice of ordinary people is usually For high-rise apartments, after all, the same piece of land can accommodate one family to hundreds of families, and of course the price will be more affordable.

However, Lin Zhiyuan's house was inherited, so it cannot be discussed with common sense.

Housing prices more than a decade ago would definitely not have skyrocketed like they are now.

The residential area in this area is full of houses like this. There are yards and garages in front of the houses. The yards of the neighbors are well-kept, and most of them are planted with flowers and plants. Some of them can be seen planted with strawberries and small tomatoes. They look ordinary. Ordinary people are actually wealthy families.

Compared with other people’s houses, the grass in the writer’s yard has grown to the height of her knees, and it can hide people. It looks like it has never been taken care of, and even the stone road leading to the gate is covered with grass. , almost out of sight.

Compared with the houses on the left and right, this one is simply broken. If there is a community rating competition, this house will definitely become the black sheep that lowers the community score.

But after thinking about it, this is also a good place to hide your identity. After all, no one would have thought that the residence of a popular and famous writer is a house that looks like an abandoned house.

He rang the doorbell, and not long after, a woman with disheveled hair opened the door. She was wearing a loose white T and brown trousers, with a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on her face. I don't know if it was because of the sun, her skin It's very white, and it looks like someone who doesn't often bask in the sun.

She raised her glasses manually, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Who?"

Ji Huaizhi just said with a serious face, "Your new assistant."

Lin Zhiyuan understood it right away. The police station had called earlier and said that a policewoman would be sent to disguise as her assistant to protect the investigation.

She changed into outdoor slippers, hurried out of the porch without putting on her shoes, staggered a few times and almost fell down in just a few steps, Ji Huaizhi broke into a cold sweat for her.

"I'm sorry, it's a little uncomfortable just waking up." Lin Zhiyuan opened the door for her with a smile, led the person in, and said while closing the door: "This is an electric door, and I didn't need to open it myself. The thing about moving her fingers, but she has been broken for the past two days, and she hasn't found someone to fix it..."

Ji Huaizhi watched her closing the door, and didn't care much about the electric door, "Excuse me next."

Lin Zhiyuan turned around and glanced at the other party's empty hands. Only then did she have time to carefully look at the policewoman in front of her who, as the name suggests, was protecting her.

She is tall, a head taller than her, wearing a light blue shirt and slim black jeans. The black makes her legs look longer. The front hem of the shirt is tucked into the waistband of the trousers, and the back hem is blown by the wind. She glanced I glanced at the waistband of my trousers, but there was nothing there.

"Are you armed?"

Ji Huaizhi shook his head and said, "No belt, just bare hands."

Lin Zhiyuan thought for a while, then nodded clearly, it seems that the gang of policemen still don't believe him.

Seeing that the other party only had air in his hands, she couldn't help frowning again, and said, "Then if you want to come to live with me, you must at least bring clothes, right? I'm not used to others wearing my clothes."

Glancing at his watch, Ji Huaizhi said in a low voice, "It's not convenient to go back now, we have to wait for two hours."

The other party didn't let her into the house, and Ji Huaizhi just stood there blankly, without hinting or urging her.

"Okay then! Since you are here to protect me, I think I should go with you." Lin Zhiyuan realized that the two stood at the door chatting for a long time, and then turned sideways, "Come in Bar!"

With permission, Ji Huaizhi nodded and walked in, took off his shoes at the entrance and put on indoor slippers, and visited the whole house under Lin Zhiyuan's brief introduction to understand the overall layout.

"This house...is mine, and it's not mine. It's just a fluke." Lin Zhiyuan didn't have any special emotions when he said this, as if he was stating something about someone else.

Ji Huaizhi didn't say anything, she briefly read the other party's information before she came here, and she knew how she inherited the house.

Only then did Lin Zhiyuan remember that she hadn't introduced herself before, so she said to the back very abruptly: "Hello, my name is Lin Zhiyuan."

Ji Huaizhi took out his ID and replied, "Hello, my name is Ji Huaizhi."

There is a small studio in the house, and Lin Zhiyuan occasionally likes to stay in it and draw something, but the painting is not very good, it is not much better than the graffiti of elementary school students, but it is just a hobby.

Although Ji Huaizhi didn't like the police job, she still put on a face and pointed to the paint bucket on the ground and said, "Did the red paint used by the prisoner be taken from your studio?"

"I know that."

Looking at the policewoman in front of him who seemed a little embarrassed because of his answer, Lin Zhiyuan rolled his eyes unconsciously with a smile, and said: "The prisoner can freely enter my room without being discovered, that's what I'm worried about. "

"Like a ghost, appearing out of thin air and disappearing out of thin air..."

"Then why don't you move away?"

With her financial resources, it is no problem to buy another ten houses.

"Because I prefer to solve the root of the problem rather than avoid it." Lin Zhiyuan tilted his head, turned and walked into the kitchen, "And I like it here."

She poured a glass of water, handed it to Ji Huaizhi who came after him, and said, "I also hope you come, you are here to help me solve the problem."

"Do you like it here?" Ji Huaizhi didn't speak clearly.

Because she knows, she can understand.

"I like it. There are memories and goals here. Why don't you like it?" Lin Zhiyuan leaned against the table, pointed to the direction of the French windows and said, "Besides... the view from this house is the most beautiful in the whole community. OK."

Ji Huaizhi took the water, turned around and leaned against the kitchen wall, followed the other's movements and glanced at the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows, but could only see the knee-high weeds in the yard.

Perhaps for some people, weeds can also be the best scenery.