The Retirement Life of a Runaway Desperado

Chapter 9

Lynn often stayed overnight at Arthur's house at first, which was more convenient, had ready food in the morning, and could take the two children to school by the way.This allows them to spend more time eating and preparing instead of rushing to catch the school bus.

Lynn didn't know why, but every time she called them no matter how punctual she was, she was on fire when she finally got on the school bus.

She looked at him appreciatively as he helped Mrs Corran with the cat she had climbed onto the roof and was unable to get down.

"I just said, what a handsome man you are looking after," she said. "I knew it the first time I saw it. You just needed care. Who would be the lucky woman to come into your life. At 30, I must try at all costs.”

"I think you're exaggerating, Mrs. Corran," Lynn said, handing the cat back to her.

I really don't know why this animal keeps climbing up and down the roof. According to Arthur - "If you don't call the police at the first second and let the police take it down, it will come down naturally after a while It's not clawless."

Lynn dutifully took the cat down, though.

"When I go to poker games, the women talk about you all night," Mrs. Corran said. "You should know how attractive you are."

Lin En didn't know how to answer, so he took the time to leave and returned to the bureau.

His womanhood has always been mediocre, although from time to time he attracts some women who want to have a romance with him-this is not difficult given his appearance-but once they understand his messy life, they will flee in a blink of an eye.

It is said that because his life is too heavy for people to bear, sometimes when Lynn looks at himself in the mirror, he also feels that this person is simply terrible, and he is in a crisis from which he cannot break free. No wonder everyone is unwilling to get close.

When he came out of the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror.The clothes of the person in the mirror are clean and appropriate, and his beard has just been shaved when he goes out. There is no sense of a mess in life, just a transition between one job and another.But not long ago, he seemed to be living on the battlefield, and other things except the case were just coping.

And now he looks almost like he's gone back a long time ago, when he was young and on track and convinced that life was going to get better.

I didn't expect that now that I'm here, I can actually look so happy and well taken care of.

This is a good thing. He whistled and left the bathroom. The police station was very busy today, mainly because a group of rebellious teenagers were harassing other people's lives on the street, so they were all taken to the police station.They didn't do any harm, they just made a lot of noise, and the bureau could only be quiet after their parents took them away one by one.

When Lynn gave a transcript to a teenager covered in tattoos, a nose ring and tongue ring and smoky makeup, he displayed typical teenage non-cooperation.

"Gender?" Lynn said.

"I'm a lady," said the other, "can't you see it?"

Lynn nodded and wrote something in the record, and the other party looked curiously.

"Age?" Lynn said.

"When you slept with Arthur, who was on top and who was down?" the boy asked.

Lynn's pen paused, and the other party said, "Don't make such a face, everyone in town knows you are a couple."

He looked at Lynn defiantly. "Every time I see him, I can't help but wonder what he looks like naked. It's hard to imagine, I saw him at school yesterday, long black coat, gray scarf, sheepskin gloves, he really wrapped himself up Tight, abstinent and distant, I tried to imagine for a while, every orgasm, to be exact. Can you tell me about it?" he said.

Lynn put down her pen and said, "Your age, boy. If your next sentence isn't a solid number and your mom comes along, I'll tell her that not only are you not gay, you haven't even had sex with anyone. You are still a virgin. You cry every time you get a tattoo, and you disturb the law and order just because you are too lonely and want to get her care."

The other party stared at him, opened his mouth, and after a few seconds, he finally shouted, "Nineteen! You are avenging your own private revenge, you can't do this, the police can't be so irresponsible!"

"You can see if I can. I can tell all the teen gangs in town that your biggest hobby in life is stealing mommy's necklaces and wearing her high heels," Lynn said, filling in the age on the form, and said, " address?"

"37 Sorcerer Street!" said the boy. "You have no sense of humor. I just wanted to ask about your sex life with Arthur!"

"Our sex life has nothing to do with you!" Lynn said.

As soon as he spoke, he wanted to bite his tongue off.Everyone in the room heard it and turned their heads to look at him. In this case, he jumped into the Amazon River and swam back and forth twice and couldn't wash himself clean.

"I didn't say that Arthur and I were a couple, I was just being a bit out of line," he declared.

"It's the boy who deserves a beating," Donner said. "Let me ask, sir. The mayor is hosting a fundraising banquet tonight. As a sheriff, you can't be late."

Lynn stood up, handed him the pen, and went to get his coat.He was overwhelmed by the situation just now, but he couldn't explain it clearly at all.

His life with Arthur is so deep that even saying "I have nothing to do with him" seems too weak.

He changed into a dress to go to the fundraising banquet. The dress was chosen by Arthur, so he just put it on.The size is just right, and after changing it, it is like a different person, from a small town police officer to an elite person.

It was a charity dinner to build a new park, and it was hoped that wealthy people would pocket some of it.Arthur didn't like to attend such occasions, but you want to survive in the small town without being too conspicuous, and there are some occasions where you can't go.

It was a little late when Lynn arrived at the mayor's house. It took him a while to find Arthur. The man was sitting on the sofa in the corner doing crossword puzzles. It seemed that he didn't want to have a conversation with anyone here.

But a person like him couldn't hide. Before Lynn reached out to say hello, Miss Doris leaned over. She was wearing a red dress, the kind that any parent would want to pounce on their daughter. Go up, wrap her all in a blanket and take her home.The red hair that matched her revealed a rush of allure.

"Hey," she said, sitting down next to Arthur, "what are you doing? Crosswords? I like this too."

Arthur bowed his head to fill in the letters and said, "No, no, I hate crosswords."

"Oh..." Doris said, "I see you doing it all the time and think you like it. I don't really like it that much. It's a little too simple sometimes, isn't it?"

"I do it because it's at least a little more fun than a party, shopping, baking cookies, or asking if someone is free for dinner tomorrow," Arthur said.

"My God, you're so mean, Arthur," Doris said.

Lynn watched this scene and thought to himself, would a normal man turn a blind eye to such a beautiful woman?She had liked him from the first day he showed up in town, and despite her history of affairs, everyone knew that Arthur was her number one choice.Her boyfriends flirt with each other, claiming that marriage will make her lose her freedom, but Lynn bets that if Arthur proposes, she will say yes without hesitation.Sometimes some people in the world are born to be your evil stars, turning you from a romantic person among thousands of flowers into a fool.

But in this matter, she is definitely going to hit a wall.

Although Lynn and the people in the town have always believed that Arthur does not want to fall in love now and does not want a woman to enter his life because he has not yet entered the right track and entered a new marriage.But as Mrs. Allison once complained, "then he should at least be willing to have some affairs, and she's not going to hold him accountable. What pressure can there be!"

But no.Arthur's expression was always indifferent and polite. The expression on the hot beauty was no different from his expression on the corpse in the interrogation room.

He remembered that thought about Arthur being straight or crooked again. At the police station before, the little gangster's pornographic words came out of his ears like a death knell... He firmly ignored it.

"If you don't go and do something, he will be snatched away." Mrs. Allison said later.

"You startled me, Mrs. Allison," Lynn said.

"You must be so engrossed, I could hear the sound of my high heels half a mile away," Mrs. Allison said, "I just came here because I thought I needed to remind you, Lynn, that Doris is crazy about Arthur." , she never gave up."

"I don't know what to say," Lynn said, "but it's a good thing she doesn't give up. Arthur and I are really just friends."

The mayor's wife smiled, "You really don't mind about it, honey, our town is very open about this kind of thing..."

"But we really haven't," Lynn said. "Maybe I've been in his life too much. If I stay away from him, maybe I can clear up this rumor. It will definitely bother him. It's just that Liz really likes Christine, I've never seen her so happy."

He stopped for a while, looked at the scene of Arthur chatting with the red-haired woman on the sofa, and said, "At least Doris still has such enthusiasm for Arthur, which also comforts me."

As soon as the words came out, he felt that he was not comforted at all, and he didn't like the scene in front of him very much.But luckily Mrs. Allison didn't see it.

"Really?" she said uncertainly, taking a glass of wine and looking ready for a long talk.

"But I don't think there's anything going on between them," she said. "Arthur is like an ice sculpture. It looks beautiful, but no one can get close to it. If you two are not a couple, I would like to learn from you, you How the hell did you get into his life? You two are so close, we all thought you didn't like him when he first came."

"Time changes people's perceptions," Lynn said.

He thought, what would have happened if he and Arthur had met five years ago?He could clearly predict that it was a fierce battle, a game of breaking the casserole - it was not certain that Arthur would kill him five years ago - not like now, he found that the secret is not that important Well, the Arthurs are actually pretty nice, even cute at times.

Two more gossipers gathered around Arthur, who apologized and walked away, and Lynn wondered if he meant to just leave.It was early, but he wanted to go back with Arthur.

He raised his hand to greet him, and the other party came over with the ingredients, and Mrs. Allison left tactfully. Lynn felt that she still didn't quite believe that she and Arthur were innocent.

Arthur said, "I hate this place."

"Don't be so blunt, Arthur, do you know what basic manners are?" Lynn said.

"I know what 'polite' is. Shall I write it for you?" Arthur said. "I just hate this place."

"I understand that, but..." Lynn said.

"Hey, Arthur!" Mr. Allison greeted from behind. "Don't tell me that's all you want to do, we need your help."

"I'm going to finish this drink before I go," said Arthur.

"I like your directness," said Mr. Allison, though he seemed insincere. "Did you hear what I just said? I said, we still need your help."

He looked at Arthur enthusiastically, and the other looked back warily.

"It's a charity fundraising dinner, and you're one of the town's, well-received, important ones," Mr. Allison said. "You can't just walk away and do nothing."

"But you said all I had to do was show up," said Arthur.

"Now that you're here, do you think you can escape?" Mr. Allison said.

Arthur's eyes widened a little, and Lynn felt that he was very upset, because he was really deceived by the mayor's polite words.

"One of our fundraisers is a dinner auction," said the mayor. "It's a waste of resources for you two of the town's golden bachelors to get together all the time. I'm sure someone will pay for a dinner with you." Yeah, don't make that face, we'll build a park with the money, and the kids will appreciate it."

"I'm not doing it," Arthur said.

"I didn't know I was going to do this," Lynn said, "You said I just needed to show my face and show my sincerity..." He paused, feeling cheated, too, and the lines he spoke Just like Arthur.

"Just take it as a surprise," the mayor said.

"Let's put it this way, Mr. Allison," Arthur said, "what am I going to do to get out of this? I don't want to eat with anyone, you know I'm a weird person, and the only things I enjoy are reading and spending time with my daughter at home. How much money do I have to donate to fully demonstrate my sincerity to the public facilities in the town?"

Allison looked at him for a moment and said, "You're such a jerk, Arthur, you just don't want to enjoy life at all, do you? May I do you a favor, $5?"

Arthur glanced at him, took out the checkbook from his pocket, and was just there on the banquet table, holding the pen he had just done the crossword puzzle with, ready to sign the amount.

He paused and said, "I'll sign [-], how about I take it away with Officer Lynn?"

The mayor spread his hands and said of course he could.Anyway, Lynn couldn't sell it at such a high price.

Arthur neatly signed the checkbook, and Lynn said, "Hey, I can't make you pay this..."

"You can have dinner with me tomorrow, as compensation, anyway, you eat at my house every day. And, as long as I sincerely contribute to the community, how much we need a park, it will make our whole town more beautiful." different," said Arthur, tearing off the signed check and handing it to the mayor. "Have I exhausted my obligations this year?"

"You don't have to be so direct, Arthur," said the mayor. "Yes, you're done. I just thought you'd enjoy the party once in a while, and these people, and they all like you."

He took the check and left bitterly.

Lynn watched him leave and said, "You are too..."

"It's simple," Arthur said, "everyone who comes near you has a purpose, and just give him what he wants, and you'll get a moment's rest."

Lynn raised her eyebrows and said, "I guess there are always exceptions, people who come near you just because they like you. Like Doris."

"Somebody wants money, somebody wants sex, somebody wants the last jewel in her crown," Arthur said.

"And what about me?" Lynn said, "what do I want when I approach you?"

"Of course," said Arthur.

He glanced at him with soft and gentle eyes.

"But you're different, Lynn," he said.

It was a look and tone of voice towards a lover, as if expressing some private events that only belonged to the two of them.

Lynn suddenly felt an indescribable satisfaction, which made him speechless for a while.

Long ago, Lynn worked on a case in which he took in a cat that belonged to a witness.

It was a black tomcat with an arrogant expression. From the moment he arrived at his house, he acted like "I'm just staying here temporarily" and despised everyone.

Chris and the others spent a lot of effort trying to get close to it, but they failed in the end.It will only occupy a high place alone, watching them condescendingly.

One night, when Lynn was reading files on the sofa, the cat came over, jumped on the sofa, rubbed against his palm, then climbed up his lap, found a comfortable position, and lay down to sleep.

After Chrissy and the others came back, they found this scene and yelled for a while, and the cat jumped back to the high place again. After that, it still ignored anyone, but very occasionally, it would naturally climb to Lynn sleeping on your lap.

Just the approval of a snooty, foster cat has no real benefits or benefits, but that trust is what makes you special and satisfying.

Of course, this thing is not a type, but Lin En just thinks of it for some reason, he has never felt this way before or since, life is trivial and material, but that makes everything as simple as liking.

They left the mayor's house together, Arthur putting on his overcoat and Lynn handing him the scarf.When he got to the door, he picked up a leaf that fell on his shoulder. Arthur leaned back, leaned closer to him, and said, "I bet Mrs. Allison already knows about her husband's affair."

"She won't show her cards," Lynn said.

"A $100 bet?" Arthur said.

"I'm not betting on you," Lynn said.

He opened the door and started the car. Arthur sat down on the other side. They had come in the same car, so it was easier to go back.

"But you'll almost certainly win," said Arthur, "and if she does show it, no one will know. Because they'll never get divorced, and they'll go on lovingly in all sorts of places."

"Then you'll do something to prove to me that you actually won," Lynn said, "and then I'll have to deal with the mayor's family relationship, no thanks, I'm not betting."

Arthur laughed, and it seemed that he had guessed right.

This guy sometimes has a little fear of chaos.

He knew that the man had fully accepted him into his domain and made him a part of his life.

It doesn't matter with all the care he gets with him, even if the two of them stay in the seedy motel and eat microwave pizza for dinner, he can tell the feeling, the pure joy of being recognized by someone, can be stronger than life in everything.

The next morning, the two children went to school by school bus. Lynn hadn't left yet, and the working hours in the small town were not too tight.

He just received a courier from the city where he used to work.The other party couldn't find him at home, so he sent the letter directly to Arthur's house without even making a phone call.Now even the courier knows where he is all day.

When I went home to pick up the letter two days ago, Chris asked him, "Dad, why don't you change our mailing address to Arthur's house?"

Lynn looked at her for a long time, wondering how she understood his relationship with Arthur, but he couldn't explain anything at all at the time.

He opened the envelope and looked at the letter inside with some surprise.

He and Arthur have been talking about old cases from time to time lately. He likes to chat with him, and it turns out that happiness is the source of efficiency-that chat has helped him find clues in several old cases.

As his middle school composition teacher said, inspiration is like the spark that bursts out in fencing, and it flashes in the real and hard confrontation.And he has never found an opponent who can fencing so frankly and can make him play so well.

A while ago, Lynn called to tell his old colleagues some clues of old cases, hoping to help a little.

Now, what he received was an invitation letter from there.

"Crime conference?" Arthur said.

"We call it that in private, what was it originally called..." Lynn said, looking at the letter, "International Police Advanced Theory Exchange Symposium."

He put down the letter and said, "Are you interested? They can bring their families, I mean, they can reimburse up to five people. Chris keeps saying to go see grandma, you can talk to Chris Let's take a look together with Listin, it's better to take a vacation."

"I don't need a vacation. Since I came to Oaktown, my life has been a vacation life. I don't really need to double the boredom," Arthur said.

"This occasional seminar is not an annual meeting or something," Lynn said, "We only hold this kind of meeting when we encounter a big case, and invite elites from various departments, or those who think they can help People gather and discuss the case. It’s not very formal, but the people who come are experts. So I guess, something big happened.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"I know you don't need to be reimbursed for expenses, I just wanted to ask if you and Christine would like to hang out," Lynn said. "A vacation with a case. I even know a few really nice restaurants."

In this way, he persuaded Arthur, and the four of them left Oak Town and went to a big city where a shocking case was happening. Arthur regarded it as a relaxing and exciting vacation in a terribly boring vacation.

When Bull saw Lynn, his expression was quite surprised, the kind of surprise that saw the corpse jump out of the coffin again, and then put on a dress to attend the banquet.

"Lynn, my God, you look great," he said.

"Living in a small town seems to help with recovery," Lynn said, shaking his old boss's hand.

He didn't resent the man for sending him away in such a hurry, as Bull would have done in his place.There's no worse ticking time bomb than a guy with a gun and a brain problem.

Now, his old boss has been promoted to deputy director, just one step away from the position of director.

"Looks like we should be sending agents to the country on vacation more often," Bull said.

"Don't talk about me, they'll hate me," Lynn said.

"God, you look so good now." Bull said again, and Lynn thought he must be so hard to imagine himself getting back to this way. Normally, most people are waiting for themselves to drink half to death. Reluctantly kick him out or something like that.

"Do you know what happened?" he asked.

"Bad stuff happens every day," Bull said, "but this one is weird. Maybe I should say, disgusting."

Lynn raised an eyebrow, and Bull said, "Go to the conference room, you must see the pictures."

Bull was right.It was a case that no senior detective wanted to miss, and it was the kind of nightmare that would last a lifetime.

If it was before, Lynn would feel unbelievable and horrified when he encountered this kind of case, and then vaguely knew in his heart that it would join the unsolved case association in his detective career and become a deep fear of incomprehensible dangers in the world.

During his long police career, he occasionally came across some extremely weird and incomprehensible cases, which were too evil and possessed some kind of suspected supernatural characteristics-you couldn't believe that thing existed, but countless clues appeared in the file In the end, you can only put it on the shelf, put it in the dark corner of your mind that you will never want to touch, and add a heavy lock.

But this time, Lynn's first reaction when he saw the case was that he had to ask Arthur.

At last someone could explain everything to him.

A month ago, in the middle section of the Tianmen Expressway—there was no sign nearby to indicate the exact location, it was a desert—under a cliff, a cave-in occurred due to heavy rain, exposing a huge pothole.

The pit is so big that it looks like a natural landscape, because manpower requires several forklifts, and it took half a month to dig it like this.Of course, they later found out it wasn't natural.

It was full of car wreckage, and now 53 cars have been cleared out. There are dead people in each car, one dead, and three more.Most of these people only have bones left. Forensic doctors say that this is not natural weathering, but was bitten off by something. It seems to be a wolf-like animal-but they don't leave such complete bones-the latest death is about Been dead for seven years, but the autopsy process isn't over yet.

The body was so badly damaged that it had been exposed to sun and rain for a week before nearby pilots passed by and noticed a large, suspicious crater in the ground.

The police can't do anything about this case, it's so horrific it should be relegated to the X-Files or something.

He must go back and tell Arthur that.