Qiong Qiong lay down for a while after waking up, and then sat up when the heaviness of his body subsided.
She folded the quilt squarely and went over to open the curtains.
The dazzling light shone in, and the room instantly brightened.
There was no movement in the house, and the sky looked around and confirmed that He Jueyun had gone out.
Qionggong did not enter the closed room, but from the aisle and living room alone, He Jueyun's living habits were not as terrifying as those of the legendary single men.
He is also a rather sophisticated person.
Qiongcang stopped for a moment in front of the showcase, which was filled with many seemingly useless but in fact precious items, even semi-finished products that Sanyao had not yet released, and various limited-edition souvenirs.
Qiongqi smiled with the corners of his lips hooked.
If she took one out, she could find a company to copy it and sell the technology patents.
Brother Q just put her in like this, he's very courageous.
When he arrived earlier, Qiong didn't check the furnishings of the house carefully, and fell asleep.
But judging from her few memories, He Jueyun should have sorted out the things at home, so there were a lot of items on the aisle leading to the room on the left.
The room at the end of the aisle was the one he had cleared for the sky.
He Jueyun is not such a warm person, Qionggong thought he would not take it seriously.
Qionggong finds it a little funny. She rarely accepts such clear and straightforward kindness from others. Most of the time, she will take the initiative to refuse.
Because in her analysis, friendship is a process of comings and goings, and acceptance means giving at the same time.
The friendship of adults is priced, even exclusive, and there are rarely bloodless and selfless relationships.
The last person who invaded her life was Jiang Ling. Jiang Ling would give her nothing, because she wanted to get the comfort of loneliness from her.
What is He Jueyun for
They are not family.
Qiongcang paced back to the living room, standing in a crowded open space, hesitating whether to go back or wait for He Jueyun to come back and say hello.
Last night was too chaotic, she was only wearing pajamas and a mobile phone.
Qiongcang bent down and found a post-it note on the coffee table, which said that He Jueyun was going out. If she woke up, let her wait for a while, and she would take her home to sort out the things she needed later.
Qiong then sat down and turned on the TV to search for programs.
When Qiongcang was constantly switching between the homepages of major video software trying to find fun, her phone rang.
The sky glanced at random, and saw that it was an unfamiliar number and ignored it.
The other party persevered and waited until the connection was over, and immediately called a second time.
When the same number was displayed on the screen for the third time, the sky finally picked up.
"Hey."
There was no sound on the other side.
Qionggong turned on the phone's speaker, waited for three seconds, but saw no response, and called out again: "Hello."
There was a slight breathing sound on the opposite side, and there was someone in front of him, but there was no sound.
Qiong Cang stopped the finger of the remote control, lowered his head, and there was a slight fluctuation in the calm eyes.
"Hey."
A very short, inaudible male voice.
Qionggong had a hunch, put down the remote control, and brought the phone to his ear.
"Fan Huai."
She called out the other person's name, not knowing what emotion she should have, "You're still alive."
It has been more than five months since Fan Huai disappeared. This is the first time Qiongcang has received a call from him.
Qiongcang wasn't too surprised. She participated in the analysis of the murder case and knew that Fan Huai would definitely see it.
If he still has someone he can trust, it's probably himself.
Who can resist the temptation of that floating straw in the torrent that is about to drown himself
Qiongcang lowered his eyelids, suddenly remembering what He Jueyun said.
In fact, she didn't find Fan Huai at that time, or she didn't think Fan Huai needed her much at that time.
She doesn't have the sharp and warm empathy of He Jueyun, so that after she realizes this matter slowly, she begins to feel belated guilt.
Qiongcang originally wanted to ask him, are you okay
Just said two words, the voice suddenly stopped.
"Thank you."
Fan Huai took the initiative to say, "But it's useless."
Qiong got up and walked to the balcony.
Fan Huai's voice was low and hoarse: "Teacher, can I trust you?"
Qiong said, "Of course."
"I have seen your copy, and I have re-examined myself."
Fan Huai explained slowly, "Before I get out of prison, I sincerely hope that they have lived a life that doesn't require me.
I could watch them from a distance and live their own lives.
I can't tell whose fault it is, the truth is I owe them. "
Qiong closed his eyes.
Fan Huai: "I also want to start over..."
Qiong Cang shouted, "Fan Huai."
Fan Huai: "But no..."
Qiong Cang's voice increased, and he called out, "Fan Huai."
Fan Huai was a little quieter, and Qiong could only hear his heavy breathing from the loudspeaker.
Qiong Cang said softly, "Come back."
Fan Huai: "Do you want me to forgive them?"
"Who do you want to forgive?"
Qiong said, "If it's someone, yes.
If it's you... don't do it. "
Fan Huai was silent again.
His silence is a good indication of his attitude, or stubbornness.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and he didn't accept Qiong's advice.
Qiongqi asked, "Where are you?"
Fan Huai didn't answer: "When will Sanyao's internal test start?"
Firmament: "Which internal test?"
As soon as she asked, she realized that she had asked nonsense.
What kind of cases does Fan Huai care about
The only copy of the internal test that Sanyao can make is the death of the fifth witness.
Qiong Cang pursed the corners of his lips, calming himself down.
Fan Huai said: "In the internal test, there will be some clues that actually appeared at the scene of the murder.
When the copy is officially released, Sanyao will delete all information unrelated to the case.
Only by entering the internal beta version can you know the real information in the on-site survey. "
Qiong: "What do you know?"
Fan Huai: "Teacher, can you help me?"
"How do you want me to help you?"
Qiong Cang said, "I can't participate in the private beta copy."
"Sanyao has a good relationship with you, they will believe you."
Fan Huai said, "They are willing to make an exception for you to participate in several large-scale dungeons, and maybe they will agree to this time.
Your watchdog has enough authority, he is not simple. "
Qiong Cang licked his lips and looked at the distant Danshan from the balcony.
"I don't like taking advantage of others.
Especially those who believe in me. "
Qiong Cang said without doubt, "Tell me what you want to know."
"I want to know the truth.
I don't trust them, I only trust you.
They are always making mistakes. "
Fan Huai seemed to be in a very quiet place, causing his voice to be clear and a little empty, "An An is dead, teacher, and the five witnesses are also dead.
If I miss this time, I will never have another chance. "
Qiong Cang supported the wall with one hand, lowered his head and let out a deep breath.
Fan Huai could not wait for her to respond, and spoke again.
"The first three witnesses were killed by An An."
Qiong Cang's eyelids jumped, and she said, "What did you say?"
"She killed it, I know she killed it."
Fan Huai's calm tone caused a wave, and he said repressedly, "An An killed it.
She said she knew I was wronged, she hinted at me several times, but unfortunately I didn't understand.
But she couldn't have killed so many people and handled the scene so cleanly.
She had no choice or determination.
And she was acting normal until I got out of jail.
There won't be so many coincidences in the world, she must have been taken advantage of. "
Qiong Cang heard the sound of swallowing his saliva, as if his neck was being strangled, and felt extremely suffocated and disgusted.
"She said she thought about ending, but some things, after the opening, did not end.
I didn't know until she died, I didn't know her at all. "
Fan Huai said sadly, "She shouldn't face such a thing.
I have given up, why do I still look for her? "
Guiding an innocent person on the path of crime and letting her help him clean up witnesses, what kind of malice is this Senhan
Qiong clenched his fingers.
Fan Huai asked again, "Teacher, if it were you, what would you do?"
The phone fell silent again.
No matter how high her IQ was, she couldn't give the answer Fan Huai wanted.
After a long time, Fan Huai said, "Teacher, you already guessed it, didn't you?"
Qiong Cang's thoughts drifted far away, trance-like, and there was a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.
The murderer would kill several witnesses back then, if not for silence, but for revenge.
If the person was not killed by Fan Huai, who else would do anything to avenge him
Police say five dead and three murderers.
Obviously there are five related people, why are there three murderers
"Li Yujia" said that unfortunately it is contagious, saying that the answer would not be what they wanted to know.
In fact, when she said these words, there was a character in Qiong Cang's mind that she didn't want to imagine.
The word "unfortunate" may not be her evaluation of Fan Huai based on her own life, but her evaluation of Fan An.
The two of them knew each other, maybe because of domestic violence, maybe because of secrets that were related in the past, but that's not important anymore.
Fan An was unbearable, stopped halfway, and finally committed suicide by mental breakdown.
"Li Yujia" faked the death scene of her husband, the fourth witness, based on the information obtained from Fan An.
So who killed the last witness
This is probably Fan Huai's only chance to get in touch with the truth.
"Teacher, I want to know the truth... I've been looking for it all my life.
After An An died, I found that from the beginning, I had no chance to start over, and the past could never be bypassed.
He was enjoying the scene, he only saw me as a prey. "
Fan Huai gritted his teeth and said, "I don't forgive, I don't forgive anyone!"
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When He Jueyun returned home, he saw Qiongcang sitting motionless at the dining table in a daze. That upright posture was just like that of kindergarten children waiting for the teacher to distribute meals.
"Little genius."
He Jueyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Can you conjure food by staring at the table?"
Qionggong moved, turned his head to look at him, and said in a trance, "You're back."
He Jueyun was a little stunned when she said "You're back", he carried the bag to the kitchen, then came out and said, "I went downstairs to buy a clay pot of simmering soup and raw wontons.
You don't avoid eating, do you
Are you hungry now
I'll cook it for you. "
The sky was empty, but she couldn't feel any hunger. She nodded and said, "Thank you."
He Jueyun ignited and boiled the water, simmered the chicken soup, made another pot, and threw the wontons into it.
He walked out while taking advantage of the gap, saw Qiongcang still maintaining his original posture, leaned against the door and said with a smile, "Are you sleepy?"
Qiong: "I'm just thinking."
"Take you home later and get something."
He Jueyun said, "I have a lot of things at home, and I might not be able to put the big ones.
You wait for me to clean them up before moving them over. "
Qiong Cang whispered: "I don't have much."
He Jueyun: "That's right."
Boiling water rolls.
He Jueyun came out with the wonton and pushed it in front of the sky.
The fragrant chicken soup smell floated up, and Qiong's stomach finally felt a little real.
She took the spoon and took a sip.
The hot liquid slipped into the esophagus from the mouth, and the fresh and light taste instantly hooked out the hunger.
"How about it?"
He Jueyun said with a smile, "Is the soup in this shop good?"
Qiong nodded, feeling that it smelled a little familiar.
"It's homely."
He Jueyun asked with a smile, "How did you say the taste of 'homey' was unified across the country?"
The spoon in the sky is stuck in the air.
Is this homely taste
It tastes very similar to Jiang Ling's stew.
He Jueyun has been observing her, and seeing that she is not in a state, he doesn't really want to speak, and he is silent at all.
After eating, He Jueyun took the car keys and said to take her home to get some necessities.
Qionggong was fine anyway, and followed him obediently out the door.
When He Jueyun arrived at Qiongcang's house, he realized that a tragic accident had indeed occurred in this place last night.
The entire wall was covered in messy red paint, and the lime on the wall was also shoveled in half, making it pitted.
The cleaners cleaned up a little, but still couldn't hide the mess.
He Jueyun stared at the insulting words on the door, his anger boiled in his heart, he felt that the way to deal with it in the morning was still cheaper for those four guys, and the responsibility should be retraced.
Qiong Cang walked over without hearing it and opened the door.
The room was almost the same as what He Jueyun saw last time. He walked in with an empty box and asked, "What do you want to bring?"
Qionggong looked around and found that he had nothing to bring.
That is, some toiletries and frequently changed clothes.
Her life does not seem to have some indispensable imprint, it has always been simple.
He Jueyun stood in front of her and waited for her instructions. Seeing her confused, he raised his eyebrows to express his confusion.
Qiong pointed to the kitchen, and dragged his limbs to go there.
Before He Jueyun came, he deliberately changed into loose clothes.
He grabbed Qiong who was about to squat down, motioned her to stand behind, then lifted his trousers and said, "I'll clean it up, your feet are inconvenient.
Just tell me where to put things. "
He Jueyun squatted on the ground, opened the cabinet door, and saw a row of transparent boxes.
"Why so many lunch boxes?"
He Jueyun took them out one by one and piled them in a row on the ground.
"It's all brought by Jiang Ling."
Qiong Cang said, "And this is not a lunch box, this is a crisper."
He Jueyun: "..." He just likes to use it as a lunch box, doesn't he
Qiong Cang added: "But it can also be used as a lunch box occasionally."
He Jueyun raised his head, his facial muscles twitched and said, "Thank you for accommodating me."
The sky shrugged.
He Jueyun put a bunch of fresh-keeping boxes into the box, and also brought in the unused oil in her kitchen.
Qiongqing simply wanted to praise him for a little thoughtfulness.
When the things in the kitchen were cleaned up, Qiong Cang led the way to the bedroom.
The lady's bedroom was a private place, and He Jueyun didn't want to go in.
But he just put down his rhetoric, and he seems a little cowardly at this time.
So he kicked the empty box and stood guard at the door, first put away the quilt on the sky bed, and then waited for her to slowly sort out her clothes.
Qiongcang packed up inside, handed it over, and He Jueyun took it and packed it.
There are quite a lot of clothes in the sky, and there are even a lot of youthful skirts, but they don't match her usual style of dressing. He Jueyun has never seen her wear them.
There was a faint scent on the clothes, which caused He Jueyun's brain to float. When his fingers touched the soft cloth, pictures of the sky wearing skirts flashed in his mind.
… WTF
The scene was embarrassingly quiet, and He Jueyun even wanted to sing a song to relieve it.
Fortunately, the sky didn't let him take over any strange things. When it was about to end, let him help get the towel and toothbrush, and then put the underwear away.
He Jueyun came out of the toilet, heaved a sigh of relief, walked quickly to the study, and at the same time said loudly, "Do you want to take your book with you?"
Qiong Qiong came over and said, "Of course."
He Jueyun took out a thick book with a colorful book cover from the corner of the table, and said novelly, "You still have a book cover
Is this your package? "
This seems to be something he can only do in the first grade of elementary school.
He Jueyun opened the book, saw a few lines of unfamiliar fonts on it, and turned back to the home page.
The whole book is very worn, the footers are curled up, and the spine is almost debonded. It can be seen that people who use it often turn it over, and the cover does not play a big role.
"Fan Huai's."
He Jueyun saw the name of the place where he stayed, "The homework he sent you?"
Qiong Cang stood in front of the window with his hands in his pockets, half of his body was bathed in sunlight, and he absentmindedly said "um".
He Jueyun closed the book, put it aside, and asked, "What are you thinking?"
Qiongcang turned his head and smiled at him: "Guess."
He Jueyun put the book at the bottom of the box and said, "Murder Analysis has a copy of the latest internal test, which is related to Fan Huai, the fifth witness who died.
I can recommend you to participate, just in case the closed beta needs a few different types of players. "
Qiong Tian's smile faded.
He Jueyun said to himself: "However, it will be more troublesome to participate in the internal test.
Until the official public beta, you need absolute confidentiality.
Your psychoanalyst, regulators, and law enforcement agencies must be present when the test is administered.
Moreover, the progress of the internal test is very slow, and every link may be paused in order to cooperate with many parties.
Sanyao will give you a certain reward, but not much. "
The sky fixedly looked at him.
He Jueyun said: "What
Don't want to? "
"of course not."
Qiong Cang said, "I'm just thinking, this is what you guessed, or it's the fate of technology."
He Jueyun stood up and said frankly: "In addition to the toilet, my house has all-round high-definition surveillance.
Of course I didn't mean to spy on you, I just didn't have time to tell you. "
Qiong said: "I can understand."
After all, there are so many valuables at home.
She took a step forward and reached out to He Jueyun: "Thank you."
He Jueyun held it, squeezed his fingers, looked at her seriously, and said, "I don't have to tell others, because I believe in you, and at the same time, I am deeply sympathetic to what happened to Fan Huai.
I respect his feeling of wanting to hide when he didn't make a mistake.
But I still think his best option is to come back.
At least among us, no one wants to target him. "
Qiong: "This is his own choice."
He Jueyun said solemnly: "Qinggong, you can hide something from me, but I hope you don't lie to me, no matter what the reason is.
I really trust you. "
Qiong Cang's lips curled slightly: "Okay."