"Why is the noodles so noisy?"
Meng Zhoushan worked on his manuscript until late at night yesterday, and closed his eyes only when it was almost dawn. Not long after he lay down, he heard a chaotic noise. He sat up from the folding bed, fumbled for his glasses and put them on, and felt a slight headache.
Sui Yuesheng is cooking.
He took care of all the housework from the first day he moved here. Although Meng Zhoushan told him many times not to do it, the boy never failed to do it, and he cleaned the house spotlessly every day.
Sui Yuesheng put the soup he had just cooked into the keep-warm mode, and then pushed the wheelchair to Meng Zhoushan. Although the new wheelchair was electric, he seemed to be more accustomed to this primitive way.
"I don't know. Since six in the morning, there have been many policemen. I dare not go out..."
After Sui Yuesheng finished speaking, her eyes fell on Meng Zhoushan's slightly blue eyes, and she paused for a moment, "Uncle, you should sleep a little longer."
Meng Zhoushan's schedule was a bit upside down, and he hadn't slept well these days because of the murder. He saw that there were many policemen, and he had a hunch that something must have happened. He got up and put on a suit, and told Sui Yuesheng, "Get out, you stay at home and walk around."
After saying that, he opened it and went out.
As Sui Yuesheng had said, the corridor was filled with several police officers investigating and collecting evidence. When Meng Zhoushan rushed over, he happened to see the forensic doctor carrying a body bag out of Chen Pingchuan's house, and his footsteps paused imperceptibly.
Could it be that the murderer has set his target on Chen Pingchuan this time
Meng Zhoushan thought of the death of this family in the previous life, and his heart was inexplicably shocked. He didn't understand if his rebirth had changed anything, and it would bring forward the case that was supposed to happen three years later.
Yan Yuezhao also stood at the entrance to watch the situation. However, he has been suspended from work, so he is just a bystander. Meng Zhoushan avoided everyone's sight, pulled him to a corner, frowned and asked, "What happened?"
Yan Yuezhao was already so annoyed by the waiting that he lost his temper. "Didn't you see that? The whole family is dead... Oh, except for the kid who lived in your house. There is an Ouroboros mark at the crime scene. The task force will probably question him soon."
It was probably not a long question, at most they were asking if there were any witnesses to the crime. When the first two murders happened, the residents of this building had been thoroughly checked, and the police who knew him knew that Sui Yuesheng was abused by his uncle and was forced to live in Meng Zhoushan's house.
Meng Zhoushan felt something was wrong: "Dead?"
Yan Yuezhao hummed, "They died at midnight yesterday. The man was stabbed in the throat with a knife, and the woman was hung on a fan. There was a child left, who was probably scared to death by a heart attack."
The way of death is the same as in the previous life...
Meng Zhoushan didn't know if he remembered it or not, and was absent-minded for a moment. He raised his eyes to Yan Yuezhao a little late, and suddenly said something that no one could understand: "Last night, I was with Sui Yuesheng the whole time."
so,
This murder has nothing to do with him...
Not only did Yan Yuezhao guess wrong in his previous life,
People also guessed wrong...
Yan Yuezhao didn't understand Meng Zhoushan's meaningful look. He didn't think about it and just said subconsciously: "That's good. You can be his witness."
When something like this happens, the first suspects are usually the family members. Especially Chen Pingchuan's family often abused Sui Yuesheng, and Sui Yuesheng had every motive to commit the crime. In a sense, Meng Zhoushan was with him, which saved him a lot of trouble.
Meng Zhoushan leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the busy backs of the police. He didn't know how to tell Sui Yuesheng about this when he returned.
Yan Yuezhao has never been very considerate: "Why are you standing here? You always like to go to the crime scene. You can go back if you have time. There is a ready-made meal on the table. It's not like you are alone and can only eat instant noodles every day."
Sometimes when he was too hungry, he would go to Meng Zhoushan's house for a meal. He was quite envious of Meng Zhoushan for having Sui Yuesheng, an all-round talent who could take care of all the housework and meals.
Meng Zhoushan slowly uttered: "I'm afraid he will be unhappy."
Although he didn't mention any names, Yan Yuezhao quickly realized who the "he" was referring to, and laughed twice: "Unhappy? How could you be unhappy? You shouldn't be too happy that your wicked uncle has died. You should buy him some firecrackers to set off."
Meng Zhoushan paused and asked Yan Yuezhao: "Do you know why I divorced you?"
This light-hearted remark immediately pierced the pain in Yan Yuezhao's heart. He almost jumped up and said, "Don't meddle in other people's affairs. Does it have anything to do with you?"
After saying this, he said unkindly, "It's just an adopted kid, and you're so nervous. People who know him will think you're being kind, and those who don't will think you're just trying to please your girlfriend."
Although he had never seen Meng Zhoushan talk about his girlfriend.
Meng Zhoushan was too lazy to bother with him and went back to his room. When he passed through the corridor, he suddenly heard some noise coming from the opposite side, and then the woman who had just moved in walked out.
When she moved in, she only had one suitcase with her, and when she moved out, she also only had one suitcase with her. Her hair was half-covered, and because she was young, her face was also somewhat pretty. She ignored the busy policemen and dragged her suitcase to the elevator entrance.
Meng Zhoushan blocked the suitcase wheel with his foot without leaving any trace, deliberately tripping her. The woman realized something was wrong and turned back to him, "Who are you?"
She was originally full of impatience, but seeing Meng Zhoushan's handsome appearance, she calmed down a bit. She raised her hand to tuck the hair that had fallen behind her ears. Her pointed crystal nails were very delicate and beautiful, and there was a mole on her chin: "You stepped on the suitcase."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
Meng Zhoushan adjusted his glasses, looked inquiringly, and asked casually, "Miss, I remember you just moved in not long ago, why are you moving out again?"
"Haven't you seen someone die in this building? Of course we have to move if someone dies."
The woman seemed to be in a hurry to leave here. She didn't want to say anything and entered the elevator with her suitcase. Meng Zhoushan felt even more strange. This building has become a well-known dangerous building. Didn't she know that someone had died here before she moved in
Yan Yuezhao was right beside them, and heard everything they said. He exchanged a glance with Meng Zhoushan without leaving a trace, then followed the woman into the elevator, deliberately touched his pocket, and muttered, "Tsk, go downstairs and buy a pack of cigarettes."
The elevator slowly closed, isolating everything.
Although Yan Yuezhao was a rough man, he could still be useful at a critical moment. Meng Zhoushan didn't care anymore and went straight home. The police were more professional than him in tracking.
Sui Yuesheng had been waiting for Meng Zhoushan in the living room. When she saw him coming back, she tightened her grip on the wheelchair. She seemed to want to say something, but she didn't.
"uncle… "
He looked up at Meng Zhoushan, feeling somewhat at a loss. After a long while, he uttered a few words softly: "Did... something happen to my uncle?"
Hearing this, Meng Zhoushan slowly squatted down, his eyes level with his own, and after a moment's hesitation, he whispered, "Yuesheng, I'm scared."
He didn’t say “sad” but “scared.” The only person in the world who abused you is dead. It’s a relief, but also lonely.
Sui Yuesheng paused when he heard this: "Are my uncles really dead?"
Meng Zhoushan didn't say anything, which was considered as tacit agreement: "After the police have finished investigating and collecting evidence, you can go in. If there is anything important that you haven't packed, you can move it in together."
Sui Yuesheng had only moved in a few days ago. In order to avoid trouble from Chen Pingchuan and others, Meng Zhoushan did not let him go back and bought him new clothes and shoes.
Sui Yuesheng suddenly fell silent. He looked neither happy nor sad, but too calm. His black hair covered his eyes, which were always reserved and silent, and his figure looked even thinner against the black wheelchair.
Only the pale and slender hands silently fell on the warm back of Meng Zhoushan's hand. The temperature was too low, and a coolness spread, and the man could not help but be stunned for a moment.
He was surprised at his coldness.
But he was greedy for his warmth.
"Uncle, from now on, will there be only one person left?"
Sui Yuesheng didn't cry, but her eyes were strangely red. The feeling of helplessness around her was like the endless dark clouds on a rainy day, shrouding the sky with depression.
He leaned over to Meng Zhoushan and asked in a low and serious voice, word by word: "Uncle, will there be only one person from now on?"
His emotions were so inexplicable that it was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad.
Meng Zhoushan didn't think much about it, just thinking that the boy was afraid that he would have no one to rely on for the rest of his life. He held the boy's cold hand in his dry and warm palm, tightened it silently, and said soothingly: "It's okay, you can..."
He paused before saying, "You can treat them as family members."
Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was because his life was too tragic, but Meng Zhoushan spent almost all his kindness on Sui Yuesheng. He didn't even mind taking on the burden of the second half of a boy's life, which was quite a burden to others.
It was a very subtle feeling that was hard to describe.
Sui Yuesheng suddenly leaned forward and hugged Meng Zhoushan when he heard this. He slowly wrapped his arms around the man's neck, with more force than ever before, which was inexplicably frightening. His voice was low, helpless and uneasy: "Uncle, will you abandon me in the future?"
Meng Zhoushan patted him on the back: "Of course not, don't think too much."
Sui Yuesheng held him tightly, with no intention of letting go. Meng Zhoushan also maintained that posture, waiting patiently for him to calm down.
After an unknown amount of time, Sui Yuesheng's arms finally loosened a little. His eyes were red, and his nose was also red. He looked like he had just cried, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle, you are the best person in the world."
Meng Zhoushan shook his head gently: "If your parents were alive, they would treat you better."
Sui Yue said: "Maybe..."
Meng Zhoushan wanted to get up from the ground, but perhaps because he had been squatting for too long, his legs were numb and cramped, and he fell to the ground before he could stand up.
"uncle!"
Sui Yuesheng subconsciously reached out to pull him, but lost balance and fell off the wheelchair, with the coffee table next to him. Meng Zhoushan's face changed slightly when he saw this, and he quickly caught him in his arms and rolled on the ground to avoid the corner of the table.
They were too close to each other and their lips accidentally bumped into each other in a hurry, and both of them were startled for a moment.
Ever since he witnessed Sui Yuesheng falling from the building last time, Meng Zhoushan has become a little sensitive. He didn't care about his cramped legs and quickly lowered his head to check on Sui Yuesheng: "Are you okay?"
Sui Yuesheng didn't know if he was also frightened. He was stunned for a second before reacting, then shook his head gently: "It's okay."
He looked at Meng Zhoushan and saw the man leaning on top of his body, so close that he could hear his breathing. His eyelashes couldn't help but tremble, and he lowered his head and whispered, "Uncle, you're pressing on me..."
Meng Zhoushan was relieved to see that he was fine, and finally got up from him. He only had a cramp in his calf, and still couldn't walk, so he could only sit on the floor and wait for the numbness to pass.
Meng Zhoushan extended his hand to him and asked, "Can you sit back down?"
Sui Yuesheng helped him get up from the ground with his hand, pulled the wheelchair over, and then with the help of Meng Zhoushan, he crawled back to sit up little by little. It was a simple action, but it was extremely difficult for him.
Meng Zhoushan instinctively wanted to reach Sui Yuesheng's leg, but when his hand was halfway up in the air, he retracted it again, remembering the last time he scared the other person and made him cry. He stood up from the ground with the help of the coffee table and said, "Wait a few days to contact a doctor to help you with your injury. If necessary, you can go to the country for surgery. There are many examples of recovery."
Normal people would be happy to hear this news, but Sui Yuesheng was a little abnormal. He saw Meng Zhoushan limping and sitting on the sofa, and he pushed the wheelchair over without saying a word, then bent down and gently massaged the man's cramped leg: "Uncle, if your leg is healed, will you give it up?"
Meng Zhoushan couldn't help feeling good: "Why are you like a little girl?"
His eyes fell on the boy's face, and he saw that his lower lip was a little swollen, with an abnormal red color, as if he had just been bumped. He paused, then withdrew his gaze somewhat unnaturally.
Sui Yuesheng lowered her head and focused on massaging his legs. Her strength was gentle, and her fingertips looked even whiter against his black pants, but it made Meng Zhoushan feel even more strange. He held Sui Yuesheng's hand and said, "It's okay, it's fine now."
Sui Yuesheng pursed his bloodshot lower lip, his dark eyes made people feel unreal: "Uncle, the soup is ready, go and have some. The washing machine seems to be powered on, go ahead."
After he finished speaking, he turned to Meng Zhoushan and pushed his wheelchair into the bathroom.
Meng Zhoushan subconsciously went to the kitchen, but saw that the soup was already cooked. He got up from the sofa and walked to the stove, poured two bowls of soup and placed them on the dining table, waiting for Sui Yuesheng to come out and drink together.
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackness has been reduced to 85
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackness has been reduced to 80
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackness has been reduced to 75
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackness has dropped to 70
The system prompt came without warning. Meng Zhoushan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked towards the tightly closed bathroom door, then realized that the drop in darkness was probably due to Chen Pingchuan's death.
Could it be that Yan Yuezhao, that fool, had guessed it right? Should I buy some firecrackers to celebrate with Sui Yuesheng
The washing machine made a slight humming sound, but soon stopped. Sui Yuesheng saw that the clothes were washed, pressed the off button, and then sat quietly in the wheelchair, wondering what he was thinking.
Only at this moment could he finally listen to the news of Chen Pingchuan's family's death quietly by himself.
Or maybe it’s not about consuming, but about enjoying.
Sui Yuesheng buried his face deeply in his palms, his expression unclear. After a moment, his shoulders trembled slightly twice, and cold tears flowed out from between his fingers, like silent and suppressed crying.
However, what was revealed through the fingers was a pair of twisted dark eyes and an inaudible whisper.
he is.
The news of his death made him so happy that his darkness suddenly and silently decreased by 20.
Meng Zhoushan didn't see Sui Yuesheng come out for a long time, so he stood at the door for a long time, and finally knocked gently: "Come out to eat, the soup is getting cold."
Sui Yuesheng paused when he heard the knocking sound, and slowly lowered his hands. He turned his head and looked at his mouth. Different from the twisted and crazy expression just now, the expression on his face finally showed some human warmth.
"… "
Sui Yuesheng turned the wheelchair and opened the bathroom door, only to see Meng Zhoushan standing at the door with a worried look on his face, and called out "Uncle" in a hoarse voice.
"Have you cried?"
Meng Zhoushan saw Sui Yuesheng's eyelashes wet with tears, paused, then reached out to wipe away the tears from his eyes, and said helplessly: "Children are easy to cry."
Sui Yuesheng suddenly held his hand, her cool and delicate face pressed against Meng Zhoushan's dry palm, and said seriously, "You are not a child anymore."
"Then cry less next time."
Meng Zhoushan pulled his hand away and pushed Sui Yuesheng's wheelchair to the dining table: "Let's eat, it's almost noon."
Meng Zhoushan's life was elegant but irregular. Sui Yuesheng spent a lot of time preparing three meals a day, and he would eat less because of the hard work of a young man.
Sui Yuesheng saw Meng Zhoushan finish drinking the soup in the bowl. He lay beside the dining table and looked at Meng Zhoushan quietly, the sun shining between his eyebrows, with a faint hope in his eyes: "I'll cook you some soup tomorrow, beef bone soup, okay?"
Meng Zhoushan glanced at him and said, "You make soup every day, aren't you afraid of the hard work?"
Sui Yuesheng: "But it's more tiring for my uncle to stay up late every day to write the manuscript. I like my uncle's cooking."
Meng Zhoushan didn't actually write a manuscript at night, but was pushing the case. However, Yan Yuezhao was too tight-lipped and was unwilling to reveal any information, so the content he could push was limited.
In the afternoon, the police came to Sui Yuesheng to inquire about the situation. However, because he was in a wheelchair and there was a witness, they did not ask in depth. They simply learned whether Chen Pingchuan had any enemies and left.
The police also seemed to attribute this case to Ouroboros.
Meng Zhoushan felt that something was wrong. He marked the important figures in the case one by one on a piece of paper, and finally found two things that were wrong.
First, although the Ouroboros kills people in no particular order, the people they kill are often bad people who are hard to change. Chen Pingchuan’s death is fine, but his only son Chen Kang and his wife Wang Suying also died, which is obviously a bit unusual.
Second, compared to the previous life, one less person died in this case.
In his previous life, Yan Yuezhao once said: his uncle, who was drunk, was lying on the bed with his throat stabbed with a knife; his sarcastic aunt was hung on an electric fan and strangled to death; his son, who had a heart disease, collapsed in the living room and stopped breathing. The beautiful mistress who had a quarrel with him ran out into the road in fear and was hit and killed by a speeding car.
Now everyone is dead, except for the mistress.
Meng Zhoushan had a flash of inspiration in his mind, but the information was too fragmented to connect. He thought of the woman who moved out today, stood up from the desk and walked towards the bedroom.
Sui Yuesheng was sitting on the bed, rubbing her legs with ointment to prevent muscle atrophy. Under the warm yellow light, her two pale and slender legs were covered with a layer of jade-like warmth, but they still looked weak.
The newly bought pajamas had not arrived yet, so Sui Yuesheng could only temporarily wear Meng Zhoushan's white shirt, which was too long and covered half of his legs. He subconsciously stopped pressing his legs when he saw Meng Zhoushan's footsteps coming in, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
Meng Zhoushan actually wanted to ask one thing: "Have you ever seen your uncle interacting with other women?"
Sui Yuesheng asked blankly: "Woman?"
Meng Zhoushan had to be more specific: "An improper relationship with a woman."
Seeing that Sui Yuesheng was confused, he didn't expect him to give an answer. However, Sui Yuesheng thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes, I saw my uncle and a woman... Go to a hotel to get a room..."
The last few words were spoken in a low voice, and Sui Yuesheng's ears turned red after he finished speaking.
Meng Zhoushan didn't notice it, and sat down beside the bed: "Do you remember what that woman looked like?"
Sui Yuesheng met Meng Zhoushan's gaze and said, "I only know that she works in a nearby factory and has a small mole on her chin."
A mole on your chin
It turned out to be the woman who moved out today.
Meng Zhoushan immediately took out his cell phone when he heard this. Yan Yuezhao sent him a message, telling him to check the woman's information. After doing all this, he found that Sui Yuesheng was looking at him blankly: "Uncle, why are you asking this?"
Meng Zhoushan paused, but did not answer. Instead, he turned to the ointment beside him and changed the subject: "The doctor said this is good for leg recovery. Remember to apply it every day."
Sui Yuesheng pursed her lips and shook her head, showing a rare childish look: "Uncle, applying this is so tiring."
Meng Zhoushan said: "You have to apply it even when you are tired, otherwise how can your legs recover?"
Sui Yuesheng suddenly looked up at him, her skin was porcelain white, her eyes were dark, so clean that one could tell everything at a glance, but she was inexplicably charming: "Uncle, can you help me?"