He Youan clearly remembers that it snowed heavily that day. She had just finished filming the movie. The driver took her to the downstairs of the apartment. The maid was waiting to pick her up at the door downstairs. , As soon as I walked into the bathroom, I saw a white cloth bag on the windowsill.
She was curious at the time, thinking that it was the maid who dropped the thing, but she opened it and saw that there was actually a dead cat inside.
She was greatly frightened by this incident at the time, even Shen Shiqi knew about it, but the latter didn't take it seriously, only taking it as the maid's dissatisfaction and malicious revenge, and immediately wanted to drive the maid away, but He Youan stopped her.
The window sill of the bathroom faces the alley outside, and it is remote and uninhabited. During the day, the servants often open the window sill here to ventilate and ventilate. On the second floor, anyone can climb up.
There is no difficulty, it means that the perpetrator cannot be found.
What's more, it's just a dead cat. At best, it can only be regarded as a fright. Even if He Youan reported the case to the police station, there would be no manpower to investigate and solve the case.
Not long after, He Youan received a letter.
It is the same imitation golden flower paper, with only a poem of just a few lines on it.
"So I can't help worrying about your beauty. One day you will join the waste heap of time. Since both Mei and Fangfei will leave you, seeing others grow, I will wither."
When he softly recited these few lines, He Youan was already in the Yingzhang Pavilion of Baofeng Tower.
There were two people sitting across from her.
Ling Shu and Yue Ding Tang.
Since the west wind in Shanghai has become more and more popular, many western food has emerged like bamboo shoots after the rain, and there are many Japanese restaurants in the concession, making this place like an exhibition of restaurants from all over the world.
However, the local time-honored brand still has a strong market. After all, the cuisines all over China are already rich enough, and only Chinese people know how to treat the stomachs of Chinese people. Baofenglou has been opened since the Guangxu period of the late Qing Dynasty. Inheritance of craftsmanship and reputation.
Among them, the private rooms are sorted according to the "Thousand-Character Text", the sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, the sun and the moon are full, and the constellations are listed. This "Yingzhang Pavilion" is next to the "Sun and Moon Pavilion", and it is one of the four best private rooms in Baofeng Building.
The Eight Immortals table is made of huanghuali wood. It looks a few years old, but it must have been cleaned every day. The handle on the corner of the table is surprisingly bright. They are also contemporary celebrities.
A jade-colored and warm jade bracelet was placed on her slender and fair wrist. When He Youan gently touched it, the jade and marble table top made a sound, as if adding a footnote to her narrative.
The curling fairy sound, the beauty is in the eyes.
It would have been a good day if it didn't involve a death threat.
She recited intermittently, recalling some things from time to time, and then she was embarrassed to smile.
"This seems to be a foreign poem. I don't know foreign language myself. I asked someone to translate it. I only remember the meaning, but there shouldn't be much discrepancy."
Yue Dingtang took the piece of paper that she handed over.
An imitation golden flower paper with beautiful English on it.
The font is flowing and flowing, which is gorgeous.
There are only a few lines of English poetry, and the Chinese meaning is indeed similar to what He Youan read.
Ling Shu looked over.
"The poem you just read should be a Chinese translation of Shakespeare's sonnets. Everyone has different translation habits and sentences, but the meaning is the same."
He Youan: "The person who helped translate said the same thing, but what exactly does this poem mean?"
Ling Shu: "No special meaning. Shakespeare wrote many poems like this in his life, either praising love or singing beauty, but if it is related to the assassination incident later, it will be interesting."
He Youan nodded: "Not long after I received this letter, the assassination at the premiere happened."
Yue Dingtang also asked at this time: "Then you seem to have received some tips before you received the dead cat?"
He Youan: "After the assassination, the maid was inspired to remember that before we found the package of the dead cat on the bathroom window sill of the apartment, she also received a bouquet of flowers with a few words written in it. She thought it was It was sent by movie fans, but I didn’t know how to read, so I didn’t take it to heart, because I often received bouquets from movie fans, and most of them had cards with three or two sentences on them.
Yue Dingtang: "Since there are so many bouquets, why does she think of this one alone?"
He Youan: "Because other fans send flowers, most of them are roses or lilies, only this one is a different way, and it's tea millet, and it's dry millet, so the maid thought that someone sent it wrong or deliberately teased me. ."
It's blooming until the Tumi flowers.
The flower of the tea millet symbolizes the stranger, not to mention the dried flower.
If movie fans express their love to their favorite movie stars, it is impossible to send dry flowers.
"The first time was a dry saffron flower and card, and then a dead cat."
"The second was the sonnet, and then the premiere assassination."
"And now, it's a painting where you push the door open and all the surrounding plants wither. You worry about what's going to happen."
"The poor maid was born, and died in the morning and evening. Although I have little knowledge, I can generally understand these two sentences."
He Youan smiled bitterly.
"I'm worried that it's the people around me who suffer this time."
"Who is it that he wants to play tricks on me like this? No, he doesn't just want to play tricks on me, he also wants my life, and the lives of those who are related to me."
"Mr. Yue, Mr. Ling, to tell you the truth, I'm very scared."