The mountain road in the morning light is winding and silent. There are lush trees on both sides, and on the top of the mountain is a clear blue sky.
Han Chen opened another paragraph and said, "It's already at Heming Mountain. Would you say it?"
Xin Jia in the back row has been looking at his profile from behind, her eyes are obsessed and reluctant. Wen Yan only replied softly: "Go ahead for a while and see a white house, just stop."
Han Chen didn't speak anymore. From Xin Jia's point of view, his face is always sculptural, with no expression at all. The dark eyes are still beautiful. Her nose suddenly became a little sore, she took a breath, and said with a smile: "Han Chen, I'm going back to Beijing on my plane tonight. I have promised my dad to marry the minister's son. He has always been Like me. In the future, you don't have to worry about me bothering you anymore."
Han Chen still put his hands on the steering wheel and did not speak. In the forest ahead, the outline of a house has already appeared.
"My biggest dream in my life is to be with you. Now that she's back, my dream is shattered. At least, give me a little dream." She took off her seat belt and looked out the window, "You accompany me One day later, I'll tell you everything about that year. Don't worry, I won't let you do anything wrong to her, just eat and chat, like a friend, okay?"
Han Chen had already parked the car in front of the house, without turning his head or responding directly to her request. Instead, he said coldly, "If it's one of the serial killers, do you think I'll let you go?"
Xin Jia smiled, pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked towards the house.
"Whatever you want, you can't find the evidence. The evidence from that year has long been destroyed."
Han Shen watched her silently.
She was wearing a white coat and brown trousers today, and her long hair fell over her shoulders. From the back, she is still a quiet and graceful lady. Thinking about it now, for more than four years, he never really paid attention to her. He hardly looked at her, and he didn't say a few words to her. And compared with other women who haunt him, she is not much different: haunting, sentimental, as if she is just a woman who is humble to the core.
Han Chen also pushed open the car door and walked down.
Xin Jia took out the key, opened the door, turned to look at him, her eyes were a little red, but she had a sweet smile on her face: "Han Chen, the first thing I tell you is: Bai Jin Xi is not called Bai Jin Xi, Her real name is Su Mian. Come in with me and I will tell you about other things." After she finished speaking, she walked in, leaving the open door for him.
Han Chen was slightly startled.
Su Mian.
s.
He looked up at the house. The house is relatively new, and it should be a few years old. The layout of the western-style house has a grass in front of the door, and some flowers and plants are planted; in the flower garden behind the house, there is also a swing. Beside the swing, there are two bicycles, one for men and one for women. The window of the living room is open, and you can faintly see the flowers on the window sill, as well as the furniture in the house.
Han Chen was silent for a few seconds, followed her, and walked in. It's just that the pace is slow and steady, and his clear eyes are always looking around at everything around him.
There are a pair of men's slippers and a pair of women's slippers side by side in the entrance. Xin Jia changed the women's shoes by herself, bent down and put the men's shoes in front of him. Han Chen glanced at her, without wearing any clothes, he passed her directly and walked in.
Xin Jia stared blankly at the soft black men's slippers in her hand, silent for a moment, and put it back into the entrance.
"I come here every week." She stood behind him and said softly, "Today, you're finally here too."
As soon as Han Chen entered the living room, he stopped. Because he saw the picture frames on the wall.
It turned out that all of them were a group photo of him and Xin Jia.
At first, it was a photo of the two when they were young. Han Chen had also seen these photos at home, so it was not surprising. For example, the children in the compound play together, he and she are in it. And she seemed to be standing beside him obediently, with a cold expression on his face; for example, in his family photo, she also stood beside him, held by his mother in her arms.
There is also a picture of him lying in a hospital bed when he was an adult. It should be a coma. And she snuggled up by the bed, holding his hand, her eyes fascinated.
In the photos that followed, Han Chen's eyes quickly freeze.
Because they are all ps-composited photos—
He and Xin Jia stood side by side by the riverside, the lights were dim, he looked serious, and she smiled sweetly; the hotel was gorgeously decorated, and they both sat on the same bed; and on the observation deck on the top of the mountain, he hugged her from behind, The two snuggle very close... These photos look ridiculous and rigid like a puppet show, because the picture of him in the photo is either plucked from his ID photo in a police uniform; or a photo of his life when he was a teenager; even The photo of the two embracing each other directly placed their avatars on someone else's photo.
Han Chen only felt indescribable nausea, and his voice became even colder: "What are you doing?"
Xin Jia didn't answer, as if she didn't hear it, turned around and walked into the kitchen, her voice was as gentle as always: "I made the food yesterday, it's in the refrigerator, it's hot and you can eat it, it's all you like. Food. You sit on the sofa first."
Han Chen did not sit.
He stood in the middle of the living room and looked around again. Finally, his eyes fell on the bedroom.
There is a double bed and a baby cot. The light was so bright that he could clearly see two life-size dolls, a boy and a girl, on the crib. Eyes made of obsidian reflect sunlight. There was a smile on the baby's face, as if she was looking at him naively.
In Han Chen's mind, a phrase that Bai Jin Xi often said sounded -
This man is already mentally deranged.
—
On the suburban highways separated by dozens of kilometers, police cars are galloping all the way.
"Heming Mountain!" Nagga hung up the phone and roared, "Xiao Zhuan checked it out, the boss's car appeared last, at the Heming Mountain Highway exit in the suburbs."
With a cold face, he was silent, and drove the police car with speed.
Jin Xi called Han Chen, but still couldn't get through. She clutched her phone and stared coldly at the scenery outside the window.
Xin Jia, if you dare to hurt Han Chen, I will definitely not let you go!
—
At the dining table, Han Chen and Xin Jia sat opposite each other.
Han Chen looked down at the dazzling array of dishes and remained silent. And Xin Jia served two bowls of hot rice and put a bowl in front of him.
She picked up her meal, picked up chopsticks, and smiled almost happily: "You have accompanied me here. Have a meal with me, this is my second request."
Han Chen's hand rested on the arm of the chair and did not move.
"I won't eat this meal. Xin Jia, my patience is limited."
Xin Jia smiled mournfully, lowered her head and started to put food into her mouth.
"It doesn't matter, you can sit by the side and accompany me if you don't eat." She said slowly, "Su Mian is a top student in the 05-level Criminal Psychology Department of the National Public Security University."
Han Chen's face was as still as ice, looking at her without speaking.
She only ate a little and put down the dishes. Then all the meals, including the dishes, were thrown into the trash can. Then he walked to the sink and rushed to his hands. He turned to look at him and smiled: "Okay, I'm done. Go out on the swing with me, okay? That's the third thing I want to do with you."
Han Chen followed her and walked out of the house.
The swing frame is covered with green vines and white flowers, which look peaceful and beautiful in the sun. Xin Jia sat on the swing and turned to look at him: "Can you push me?"
"No." Han Chen stood two or three meters away from her, his voice cold.
Xin Jia turned her head, stared at the ground, and slowly shook herself: "I won't tell you anything when I do this."
"Enough!" Han Chen walked over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her off the swing, "Follow me back to the police station."
Xin Jia staggered and was dragged towards the car by him, but suddenly smiled and said to herself, "Han Chen and Su Mian suffered the same bombing five years ago. At the same time, they woke up after being in a coma for a year. At the same time, I lose my memory. The only thing I want is for you to spend the day with me. If I go to the police station, I won't say anything. Han Chen, just give up."
Han Chen's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he turned to look at her. The strength of the grip on her wrist also suddenly increased, and the pain only made her frown, but the smile seemed to be happier.
"Why do I have exactly the same symptoms as hers?" he asked coldly.