dear archimedes

Chapter 24 Drugs, Lies, and Pranks (5)
The waiter's face was all black.

"That V..."

"...Who do you want to wear it for?" Yan Su squinted his eyes unkindly, and fell silent, "Besides, your bust size is not enough."

The waiter suppressed a chuckle.

Zhen Ai blushed slightly, stood up straight, and seemed to puff out her chest slightly, looking at Yan Su dissatisfied.

Ke Yansu didn't understand her intention, but nodded with satisfaction: "Sure enough, I chose the best one."

Zhen Ai simply had no objection and went in to change clothes.

When he came out, he was already completely new.

When Yan Su turned his head to look at her, his quiet eyes froze for half a second.

Just like what he had visually observed before, this suit fit her fair complexion very well. It was simple and elegant yet fashionable and playful. The colors were light and elegant. Against her pretty little face, it was refreshing to look at in the early spring season.

Zhen Ai was also very satisfied with this attire, so she went to the banquet dressed like this.

It was just this date that she couldn't help but think of Ryan's boyfriend Allen.What she found on the Internet last night cast a faint haze on her heart.She is a little worried about today's appointment.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously frowned and looked at him.

He focused his eyes on the front, he didn't know who he was talking to, and his voice was flat and rigid: "The ninth time."

Zhen Ai looked around: "What is it?"

"You have seen me for the ninth time, what are you looking at this time, and finally found out that I am an alien?"

How did his eyes grow?He kept looking ahead, and she thought he didn't notice.

Zhen Ai was slightly embarrassed, and said, "Uh..."

Yan Su lowered his eyes and glanced at her. He was used to her slow response and didn't bother to wait, so he simply asked, "Do you have something to ask me?"

"um, I……"

"Want to ask Little Parker?"

"Um……"

"Do you want to ask about him, or about me?"

Zhen Ai: "..."

You also want to give me a chance to speak?

"I want to know."

Yan Su nodded, "Oh, so you like listening to stories." After a moment of silence, he said, "It's a pity, I'm not a storyteller."

There were three black lines hanging above Zhen Ai's head: "Then why are you telling me that there are so many things?"

Yan Su shuttled through the night, the corners of his lips curled up inadvertently: "I just didn't expect you to have such a strong curiosity. After yesterday, I still can't forget it."

Zhen Ai was taken aback for a moment, bowed her head suddenly, and smiled in her heart, she was not curious about the case, but curious about him.

Then want to know his past, even if it is a little bit of trivial things.

It seems that knowing his past, she has known him for a long time.

What a strange psychology.

However, it's fine if he doesn't say anything.She doesn't need to know, she just needs to believe.

He said that Parker committed suicide, so she thought he was right.

Arriving at the meeting place, Ryan saw Zhen Ai, his eyes lit up, he praised Zhen Ai for her beauty, and held her hand for an intimate kiss: "Ai, good evening!"

Yan Su stood aside, frowning.

When walking to the seat, Ryan and Alan were in front, Yan Su and Zhen Ai were behind.Yan Su didn't know what he was thinking, but suddenly he grabbed Zhen Ai's waist and brought her to his side.

Zhen Ai bumped into his arms unexpectedly, he had lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, leaned slightly to her face, and said softly, "Ai, good evening!"

Zhen Ai was stunned as she pressed against his warm cheek.

He was imitating Ryan when he gave her a face-to-face greeting, instead of calling her "Zhen Ai" indifferently as usual, but a foreigner's pronunciation Ai~~ with a flat tone and a slightly longer ending.It was like a whisper, called out by his deep voice, lingering, indescribably soft and meandering.

After saluting, he straightened up, let go of the hand on her waist, and his face was still calm and composed.

Zhen Ai is not used to his behavior of learning from human beings.

When she walked to the dining table, he even proudly pulled the chair for her instead of the waiter. He was very gentlemanly, which made Zhen Ai quite flattered.She thought that he was ignorant and slow to this kind of thing, but she didn't think that if he took care of something, he would be perfect in the details.

Ryan saw it, and blinked at Zhen Ai thinking he understood, and then smiled at her as if he was happy for his good friend.

Zhen Ai sipped her glass of water, averted her gaze a little distracted.

Ryan has a lively and cheerful personality, and he can be regarded as Zhen Ai's relatively stable friend. Although the two often meet in the laboratory, they mostly concentrate on research and do not speak to each other.

When they met this time, he could not help chatting as if he had seen a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.

Allen is gentle and steady, occasionally interjecting a few words with a smile, but not many.

Yan Su, on the other hand, didn't speak from the beginning to the end, and just listened silently... Maybe he didn't listen.

Until later, when Ryan asked about the last meeting and how the concert was going, Allen turned to Yan Su: "How did you know that I was a reporter that day?"

This also aroused the curiosity of Zhen Ai and Ryan, and they all looked at Yan Su together.

Yan Su put down his water glass and said in a flat tone: "There are two pens in your coat pocket, one is a recording pen, and the other has a pinhole camera on the cap; you have a mobile phone in your hand, and the two shortcut keys on the top of the screen are recording. and cameras; and your watch, which can also record video.”

The conclusion is--

"Either you're a perverted record voyeur, or that's your job."

It sounded like this: perverted record peeping is your profession.

Zhen Ai smiled sheepishly: "This is already his gentlest comment."

Yan Su rolled his eyes and glanced at Zhen Ai with a hint of protest.

Alan didn't mind either, instead he joked: "It's a great honor that Mr. Yan Su didn't list me as a pervert at first glance. It seems that I don't look like one."

Yan Su was silent for half a second, and said, "No. That's because there are other characteristics that let me clear you out of the team of perverts and classify you as a reporter."

"..."

Zhen Ai couldn't control herself anymore, she looked at the sky in silence.

Allen froze for a moment, but still asked, "Where did I reveal that I was a reporter?"

Yansu asked and answered cleanly: "register! (Registration)"

Allen was taken aback for a moment, suddenly realized.

Zhen Ai and Ryan didn't quite understand, and they all looked at Yan Su.

The latter explains extremely quickly:

"You omitted a lot of copulas when you spoke, which is a common way of writing news headlines. Let's talk about your vocabulary - you don't use begin, start, but embark for 'beginning'; you use previous for 'past', and dig for 'get information'." "Important" uses landmark, "Reconciliation" uses fence-mending, and "Decision" uses call the tune.

你说的7句话60个单词里，用了15个书面语9个行业用语16个阅读三级以上词汇。要么你喜欢嚼词，要么你就是做文字工作的。”

Allen and Ryan were tongue-tied.

Even Zhen Ai was dumbfounded, how his brain works, he can analyze so clearly from the angle of grammar, semantics and linguistics when nodding acquaintances say a few words.this……

Allen nodded again and again, convinced.

There was a flash of admiration in Ryan's eyes, and he asked excitedly and curiously, "Then do you know what I do?"

Yan Su looked at him calmly: "You work in the National Center for Toxicology Research of the FDA (Food and Drug Administration)."

Ryan was taken aback: "How did you find out?"

Yan Su Momo: "I didn't read it, Zhen Ai told me."

"..."

Allen took a sip of red wine and asked casually: "SA is very powerful, but have you ever made a mistake in your judgment?"

Zhen Ai's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Alan's professionalism and probing nature had been revealed, she glanced at Yan Su with some worry, and the latter replied simply: "No."

As he said that, he put Zhen Ai's plate in front of him with a calm expression, and helped her cut the steak with a knife and fork.

Zhen Ai was taken aback.

Her right hand was not strong enough to control the knife and fork, and she was a little worried at first, but he didn't know how he saw it, so he offered to cut the steak for her.

Her chest was suddenly filled with warmth, but when she raised her eyes and saw Ryan's ambiguous and surprised expression, she, who was always indifferent, felt a little embarrassed.

Turning his head to look at Yan Su again, he lowered his eyes, calm and serious, skillfully cut the steak on the plate into many small pieces with a knife and fork, his movements were clean and elegant, like an artist.

Zhen Ai's heart beat like a beating drum inexplicably, and her cheeks became hot. When she was confused, she could only hold the red wine and swallowed a big gulp.

Yan Su cut the steak and handed it to her. Seeing her flushed face like a tomato, he looked at her strangely for a while, and asked, "Do you have a fever?"

Zhen Ai: "... drank red wine."

"You didn't eat anything, why did you drink so much wine? Some of your living habits are really..." Yan Su frowned, "You can't be the author of that book, right?"

"Which book?"

"The secret to dying early!"

"..."

Ryan and Allen on the opposite side laughed lightly.

Zhen Ai didn't mind, she lowered her head and picked up a piece of beef with a fork and put it into her mouth. It tasted delicious, and she inadvertently curled the corners of her lips.

After a while, Allen resumed the topic: "Everyone makes mistakes. SA, where do you have so much confidence?"

Yan Su's answer is like memorizing a textbook: "Confidence comes from the pursuit of the right and the courage not to be afraid of making mistakes."

"Then where did you get the courage not to be afraid of making mistakes?"

"Because I wouldn't let myself go wrong."

Yep, went back again.

Allen shrugged, laughed, and pressed him with a proverb: "We are only human! We are only mortal, and mortals make mistakes."

Yan Su bent his lips: "You didn't understand what I said."

Allen was puzzled: "What?"

"Yeah, 'We're just mortals'. That's a good excuse, isn't it?" Yan Su put down the knife and fork in his hand, habitually staggered his fingers, propped them on the table, his eyes were dark and his expression was serious,

"I am a truck driver, and I may occasionally sleep late and get drunk; I am a soldier, and I may occasionally be lazy on sentry; I am a policeman, and I may occasionally miss detailed evidence; I am a doctor, and I may occasionally overlook a black spot on an X-ray. Point...these are all normal, because I am just a mortal, and I also make mistakes, so many times, I don’t need to be strong-willed, I don’t need to take responsibility, and I don’t need to be strict with myself.”

He looked at him lightly, "We are just mortals, and mortals make mistakes. This sentence sounds like the attribute of 'mortal' is an excuse for making mistakes. But I think that the attribute of being a 'human' is a sign that distinguishes other higher animals in nature Otherwise, it would be a waste of tens of millions of years of evolution of human ancestors."

"So, do you understand what I'm saying?" Yan Su said loudly, "I said that I will not make mistakes. This is not my ego, but my attitude."

Zhen Ai stared at his resolute side face, as if shocked, her heart was silent.

Yes, he was never conceited and frivolous, he was just strict and self-disciplined to the point of restraint.For him, not making mistakes is not pride, but a period of asceticism that hones the mind with fortitude.

Allen nodded in admiration:
"I'm surprised by your attitude, and it's shocking. However, I think there is still the possibility that you are meticulous and still make mistakes or make subjective judgments. For example, in the case of Little Parker, the death method was the same as that of the Lola case, and the same five-pointed star and Leave a message, the key is an obviously fake suicide note. Excuse me, why did Mr. Yan Su decide that he committed suicide?"

Zhen Ai's hand paused slightly, and she suddenly thought of those sharp attacks that Allen used in the report.

She couldn't help worrying about Yan Su again, but he remained unmoved, and said calmly, "I won't disclose the details of the case to you."

Allen shrugged: "Of course, this is your professionalism. As a reporter, I must respond fairly and justly to all the voices in society and expose all the darkness. Therefore, I will continue to track possible conspiracies behind the scenes."

Zhen Ai felt that maybe she drank too much red wine, and her head was full of hot anger.

But the person concerned Yan Su nodded politely: "I respect your opinion."

Zhen Ai's head seemed to have been hit hard, and she was taken aback again, she really heard the respect from Yan Su's indifferent and calm voice.

But it was strange, for an instant, she felt sad for no reason.

Sore and sore!

With his habit of searching for all kinds of information every day, he will definitely see the article written by Alan, with sharp and aggressive words.

but,

He is too upright and pure, and he respects different voices, so even if he is refuted and questioned by Allen, he accepts it calmly and fairly.

but……

Zhen Ai felt her head was a little heavy, and the knife and fork in her hand fell on the plate with a bang.

Allen and Ryan both looked up,

Yan Su also turned his head to look at her, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he settled down, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Zhen Ai ignored it, but her eyes were very cold, and she stared at Alan almost fiercely: "You said that you should reflect all the voices in the society fairly and justly. Heh,"

She, who was always indifferent, sneered, and before she knew it, the three men around her fell silent.

"Excuse me, when the whole world thinks that Parker committed suicide, Yan Su thinks that he committed suicide. As a minority, no, a person, isn't he included in all the voices in society you mentioned? Journalism The textbook says that the voices of a few people cannot be ignored. Mr. Allen, where is your fairness and justice?"

"To me, it's all a contradiction!"

"No..." Allen wanted to defend himself, but Zhen Ai didn't give him a chance at all.

Her face was flushed, maybe she really drank too much wine, the anger in her heart poured out like a flood that broke the embankment:

"Unfortunately, I have read your report. The reasoning and questioning of the case in it are all your subjective remarks, without any police evidence to support it. As a non-professional investigator, with the righteous indignation of a reporter You are ignorant and ignorant to report and speculate from a different angle. As a professional leader of public opinion, you only care about showing your characteristics of facing difficulties and taking a slanted edge, but you don’t care about the misleading and impact of your articles on the audience. You are heroic Flooded and terribly paranoid."

Ai Lun blushed like a pig's liver, and put down his knife and fork heavily: "Miss Zhen Ai, this is a personal attack without any basis."

Zhen Ai raised her eyebrows and smiled fearlessly: "Oh? You know it hurts when the knife fell on you? Isn't that how you attacked Yan Su in that report? Then he..."

A sob suddenly choked up in Zhen Ai's throat. When Yan Su saw the report, did Feng Danyun just laugh it off?Or calmly and indifferently brush away a sting in my heart?
She didn't know, because he was such a character, never argued, never explained.

He doesn't justify, so you think he doesn't feel it, and no one cares about him?
After a short period of containment, the anger came overwhelmingly: "There is an old saying in China that you should not do to others what you would have done to yourself. Mr. Allen, fairness and justice are not advertised in words, but practiced in action. As a reporter, Especially so."

Allen's face was very ugly, as if the image of a noble and righteous man he had built up with all his efforts was completely dismantled by Zhen Ai in the few seconds just now.

Ryan's face was also very bad, and he glanced at Allen with some dissatisfaction.

Alan's head was as big as a bucket, and he retorted stiffly: "Miss Zhen Ai, what you said is too subjective."

Zhen Ai smiled triumphantly, as if she was waiting for his words, she nodded emphatically: "I was wrong for my very subjective criticism just now. Alan, I apologize to you."

This sudden calmness made Alan feel uneasy, and in the next second, Zhen Ai immediately changed the subject: "So, please, please apologize to him for your subjective attack on Yan Su!"

The last four words were especially loud, and all the people around the dining table looked over in surprise.

Allen suddenly couldn't get off the tiger, his face was red, but he didn't say a word.

Zhen Ai's eyes were red, and she stared at him fiercely, slamming every word, every word seemed to pop out from between her teeth: "Alan! I want you to apologize. Don't force..."

Yan Su calmly and firmly grasped her hand.

She clenched her small hands into fists and pressed them tightly on the dining table because of anger.His palm was generous, and when he put it on top, he gathered her up and wrapped her tightly.

Zhen Ai, who was out of control a moment ago, suddenly became quiet.It seemed that the irritable little lion had been injected with tranquilizers, and instantly became docile and docile.

Her little face was still flushed, and the moment she turned her head to look at Yan Su, her eyes, which were so desperate to scare Allen, became clear in an instant.

(End of this chapter)