But now, the same reality is before his eyes.
He has never been a sentimental or emotional person.
The man's voice was calm and calm, but he stared at her deeply, "Tell me, why did you knock on the door of Pei Yi's room after midnight the night before yesterday?"
His attitude was gentle and did not mean to question.
If I had to describe it accurately, I would probably just call it inquiry.
But even this inquiry still produced an unspeakable alienation.
It's also... He was half suspicious of her, and this suspicion was too calm.
Chi Huan shook his head, "I didn't."
"You do, Huanhuan, the surveillance footage shows that you took the initiative to knock on the door of his room."
After he finished speaking, he pulled up the paragraph and turned the laptop screen to her.
This time Chi Huan saw it clearly.
The woman who left the room in the middle of the night and walked to the other side to knock on the door was indeed herself.
Her pupils dilated slightly, and her heart suddenly felt blocked.
Then, a little bit of confusion appeared on his face.
After hearing what they said just now, she thought they had made a mistake, but seeing the surveillance footage with her own eyes, she was basically certain that the person inside was herself.
She... was obviously asleep, but there was no scene in her memory where she had ever woken up.
Why…
She raised her eyes and looked at Mo Shiqian opposite.
He looked at her with his eyes, calmly and deeply, "Don't remember?"
"I... I don't remember getting up."
After she fell asleep, it was morning when she woke up.
He asked calmly and logically, "When you recalled what happened the night before yesterday, did you find anything unusual?"
She had recalled this "abnormality" carefully over and over again during the day yesterday.
She shook her head, "At that time, I just heard Pei Yi say that his room was opposite me, and I thought it was a coincidence."
This thought flashed through my mind at that time, but it passed quickly.
Although it is a coincidence, it is not a great coincidence.
The man's deep voice was calm and clear, "You can't remember at all that you knocked on the door of Pei Yi's room?"
She fell silent.
Memories are blank.
Finally, he said softly, "Yes."
Mo Shiqian stood up and said, "Let's go to the restaurant for breakfast. We'll rest at home for the next two days and wait until this matter passes."
"Do you want to go out?"
"Well, come back tonight and call me if you need anything."
Chi Huan then stood up, his eyebrows lowered, and his ten white fingers twisted together, "Okay."
Mo Shiqian turned around and left, and soon the sound of a car engine was heard.
She stood in front of the sofa, looking at the snowy scene in the garden outside through the glass of the window. After a long time, she took her feet and walked towards the kitchen.
I simply ate some breakfast and read, and when I was about to go back to the study, I accidentally saw the suitcase at the entrance—
That was what he brought back last night, and it has been left there unpacked.
She looked at it for a while, then walked over, pulled out the lever and pushed it towards the stairs.
Then she called a bodyguard to carry her up to the second floor.
She pushed the suitcase to the cloakroom, laid it flat, and brought it back to prepare to take out the clothes one by one and put them back in their original positions.
In addition to clothes, there are notebooks, some daily necessities and other odds and ends.
The entire suitcase was neatly arranged. After putting her clothes back, she picked up her notebook and prepared to put it back in his study. Before she could stand up, she caught a glimpse of a red brocade box out of the corner of her eye.
Her movements stopped immediately.
Some things are always similar.
She put the notebook down again, slowly reached out and picked out the brocade box.
It feels premium and soft.
She lowered her head and stared at it for a long time.
Finally, he raised his hand and opened it.
Transparent and hard, it is set in platinum and shines in the bright light of the fitting room.
Chi Huan took it and stroked it carefully, and accidentally found a shallow mark inside the ring.
She held it up and identified the letters one by one.
A few simple words.
She closed her eyes, and a sudden soreness welled up at the tip of her nose. When she opened her eyes again, tears fell unexpectedly.
Wetting it on the brocade box, a drop of red became darker.
Finally, she closed the ring box and put it back to its original place. The notebook was also covered. The side where he put the clothes had been emptied, and nothing was touched on this side.
Chi Huan stood up and closed the suitcase again.
… … …
The corner of the street outside the villa.
The black Ghost suddenly stepped on the brakes and stopped abruptly, its tires making short scratches on the snow.
The man in the driver's seat lowered his head slightly, unable to see clearly his expression under his short black hair.
Only his fingers holding the steering wheel were extra hard, and the joints turned white, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed bit by bit. There was a dead silence in the car, and it was even more dark, depressing and cramped.
trust
There is no trust without reason in this world. If there is, it can only be called wishful thinking.
He only believed in the results of analysis and judgment.
She was not drugged, nor was she knocked unconscious and stuffed into Pei Yi's vagina.
She walked over and knocked on Pei Yi's door.
She said she didn't remember anything.
One night plus one day was enough for his men to investigate the whole thing carefully.
But nothing came of it.
Some are just surveillance footage of her knocking on the door in the middle of the night.
Mo Shiqian took out a cigarette, found a lighter, lit it with a snap, held it between his lips and took a deep breath, and puffed out blue-white smoke from under his tall nose.
His profile was sexy, cold, and a little dark.
The phone vibrated and rang for a while before he took it out and clicked to answer.
The caller was Fengxing.
"What did she say?"
Mo Shiqian held a cigarette between his fingers when he wasn't holding the phone. The cigarette butt flickered, and his voice was low and hoarse, "I don't remember anything."
After a moment of silence, Feng Xing asked calmly, "What do you think?"
What does he think
Mo Shiqian raised his eyes and looked at the white snow covering the street in front of him, "I saw the photos secretly taken by the paparazzi on the surveillance camera. She and Pei Yi were sitting and chatting together. They chatted for almost several hours and they were very happy. She was happy."
His voice was calm from beginning to end, but this gentleness did not mean that he was truly calm. He just suppressed the turbulent undercurrents under the deep sea.
"That doesn't mean anything. Sitting there at that birthday dinner, you can chat with anyone as long as you're not annoying."
Mo Shiqian lowered his eyes and stared at the cigarette butt, spitting out two words with unknown meaning, "Really?"