The moment she saw the unfamiliar number, the word "murderer" immediately popped into Wen Qing's mind.
After reading the content of the text message, his fingers trembled, and a chill crept up his back.
The other party knew that he was not at home.
Did he knock
Still in the house
...
Thinking about it, Wen Qing's face turned pale.
The phone vibrated again, and a new message popped up.
[Shouldn't you obediently stay at home and wait for me during the day?]
Seeing this line of words, Wen Qing's pupils shrank.
The other party knew that he stayed at home during the day and knew his itinerary.
Have you been staring at him somewhere
Suddenly, a breath came from the left side.
Wen Qing was so frightened that she ran away quickly, her hands trembling slightly, and the phone fell to the ground with a bang.
Ji Prison turned his head to look over, glanced at Wen Qing's pale face, and looked away.
Ji Sheng bent down to pick up the phone, put it in Wen Qing's hand, and asked curiously, "Brother, who is it?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, unable to speak for a while.
He couldn't help but imagine that if he didn't come down today, would he be facing the murderer now.
Ji Sheng stared at Wen Qing, tilted his head, and asked again: "Is my cousin coming back?"
"That's just in time for lunch."
Thinking of Xing Zuo, Wen Qing came back to his senses, and his cold hands managed to regain some warmth.
He responded vaguely, and took a screenshot with trembling fingers.
Ji Sheng lowered his head, picked up another apple, and continued to peel it calmly, as if he didn't notice Wen Qing's abnormal reaction at all.
Wen Qing's mind was in a mess at the moment, and she didn't pay attention to Ji Sheng and Ji Prison's reactions.
He tremblingly opened Xingxuan's WeChat, and sent it twice before successfully sending the screenshot.
As soon as the news was sent out, Xing Ze's phone call came.
"Where are you now?"
Wen Qing took a deep breath and tried to calmly say: "Still, still downstairs."
"That's good," Xing Ze said heavily, "I'll be back now, and wait for me at my uncle's house."
Wen Qing: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, he heard Ji Sheng ask again: "Is it my cousin?"
Wen nodded slightly.
Ji Sheng asked casually, "Did something happen?"
Wen Qing nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook her head and stammered, "No, nothing."
Ji Sheng let out an oh, and grinningly peeled the skin.
Listening to the background music of the game's fight, Wen Qing was distracted, staring at the passage of time on the phone screen, waiting for the news of Xingxuan, and waiting for Xingxuan's return.
However, he didn't get either, only a new harassing text message.
[In someone else's house.]
Seeing this news, Wen Qing's finally relieved emotions became tense again.
He didn't do anything, why did the other party know that he was in someone else's house
Wen Qing's back felt cold, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes hidden in the dark, silently watching his every move.
He clenched the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Wen Qing glanced at Ji Yu and Ji Sheng, Ji Sheng was peeling an apple, and Ji Yu was reading a book.
Neither of them touched their mobile phones, and it was impossible to tell others that they were at their house.
[Does he like you?]
[Did he fuck you? Did you touch you?]
[He...or are they?]
...
The subsequent text messages became more and more unsightly, Wen Qing paled, immediately turned off the message notification sound, and covered the phone screen on the sofa, out of sight and out of mind.
The police station was not far from the community, and Xing Ze arrived fifteen minutes later.
He stood at the door and said to Ji Yu: "Uncle, I have something to do with Wen Qing, so let's go first."
Ji Yu responded lightly, without saying anything.
Wen Qing walked quickly to Xing Ze's side, and left without stuttering.
The moment they closed the door, Xia Yansi came out of the kitchen.
He glanced at the sofa and frowned slightly: "Did Wen Qing leave?"
"Yes." Ji Sheng replied, playing games bored.
Ji Prison glanced at his mobile phone screen: "If you are in a hurry, I will help you dad."
Ji Sheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned off the game: "Daddy, what do you need me to do?"
Xia Yansi walked to the living room, put the phone on the coffee table, and said coldly, "I made three extra servings of pasta and gave it to Grandma Zhang on the 13th floor."
"Yeah."
*****
Wen Qing followed Xing Ze back to the 12th floor.
Opening the door, Wen Qing stood at the entrance, looking at the sofa for the first time.
This time the pillow on the sofa was crooked and not straightened.
The teacup also maintains its original appearance.
He didn't notice any abnormality in other places, there was no feeling of someone entering the room like before, and the living room was slightly chaotic that Wen Qing was familiar with.
Xing Ze asked, "Do you feel something is wrong this time?"
Wen shook his head lightly.
Xing Ze frowned slightly, he remembered what the living room looked like when the two left.
Same as now, no changes.
This time Wen Qing's feeling was right, what was wrong before, was it an illusion or did someone really break in
Xing Ze walked into the living room and checked the surveillance first. No one appeared at the door in the morning, and then he checked room by room, and there was nothing abnormal.
Xing Ze returned to the living room, and said to Wen Qing: "No one should have come in."
Wen Qing frowned, unable to figure it out: "How does he know that I'm not at home?"
"And you know that I went to someone else's house?"
Xing Ze's face darkened: "I just asked my uncle, and they haven't told anyone else about it."
"So he either saw, heard us coming downstairs, or saw surveillance video at the property."
"He's probably still in the building now."
Wen Qing pinched her palm nervously, and stammered, "Then, what should we do now?"
Xing Ze lowered his eyes, looked at his pale face, and said softly, "Don't be afraid."
"This building has only one entry door, which is facing the surveillance."
"Go to the property first to check the surveillance records."
Wen Qing nodded and followed Xing Xuan to go out.
Xing Ze continued: "During this time, if I go to the police station, you will wait for me at my uncle's house."
"It's too dangerous to be alone."
Wen Qing paused, grabbed Xing Ze's sleeve, pursed his lips and said, "I, I don't want to go."
Xing Ze was startled: "Why?"
Wen gently lowered his head: "I don't feel comfortable staying at my uncle's house."
Worried that Xing Ze would let him go downstairs, he hesitated for a moment, and explained: "I slept at my uncle's house for a while today, and I had a nightmare. Uncle Xia..."
Wen paused, and said slowly, "I keep asking me some questions. It seems like I want to study me."
Xing Ze was stunned for a moment: "Is it an occupational disease?"
Wen Qing whispered, "I don't know."
He tugged at Xing Ze's sleeve and continued, "I also have nightmares when I'm alone at home."
"Only when you are here will you not have nightmares, and you will not have other messy feelings."
Wen Qing looked up at Xing Ze, and said seriously: "I want to stay with you."
Xing Ze bent his fingers, and Wen Qing's last words kept replaying in his mind.
want to be with you...
want to stay with me...
just me…
Xing Ze was in a daze, and his body felt hot.
Wen Qing waited for a while, but did not wait for Xing Ze's answer, and said, "Can I follow you all the time?"
"If you go to the police station, can I come with you? You can also stay near the police station."
Wen Qing felt that the police station was safer than her own home.
Hearing his words, Xing Ze was even more dazed.
Go to the bureau with yourself.
work together.
…
Xing Ze couldn't help thinking about it.
"Are you okay?" Wen's soft voice sounded in his ear.
Xing Ze nodded in a trance: "Of course."
Wen breathed a sigh of relief, that's great.
Xing Ze looked at his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and his throat tightened: "You have been following me all this time."
Wen Qing nodded vigorously, with joy in his eyes.
Xing Ze looked at his crystal clear eyes, and his eyes slowly slid down to his lips.
Wen lightly licked his lips and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
Xing Ze quickly moved his eyes away: "It's nothing, go to the property first to check the monitoring access records."
He hurried out.
As soon as the door was opened, a conversation came from the corridor.
Wen Qing paused, and heard one of the voices.
It's Yang Fan.
"Mr. Yang, thank you so much."
"Grandma Zhang, you are welcome. In fact, promoting the school is also one of my jobs. This is what I should do."
"I really want to thank you for coming here to introduce your major to our daughter."
"It's just on the way, Grandma Zhang, you don't need to see it off, I'll go first."
...
The two chatted briefly, and Wen Qing heard the sound of Grandma Zhang closing the door. It was obvious that Grandma Zhang had already entered the house, but he could still vaguely hear the conversations of the residents upstairs.
Grandma Zhang was excitedly praising Yang Fan with her children.
"Ms. Yang is so kind. If you are admitted to a medical university in the future, remember to thank him very much."
"I will… "
Xing Ze frowned, he didn't expect the sound insulation effect of this building to be so poor.
Even outside the door, the residents downstairs can hear the voices of the residents upstairs.
He closed his eyes and pressed the elevator.
Soon, the elevator went from the 13th floor to the 12th floor.
With a ding-dong sound, the elevator door slowly opened.
Standing in the elevator, Yang Fan looked surprised when he saw Wen Qing and Xing Zao.
"What a coincidence."
Wen Qing looked at his gentle appearance, her mind was full of what Xing Ze said just now.
[The murderer may still be in this building.]
Yang Fan suddenly appeared on the 13th floor again.
So suspicious.
Wen Qing nervously leaned against Xing Ze.
Yang Fan glanced at his movements, closed the elevator door, and asked, "Which floor do you want to go to?"
Wen Qing didn't speak.
Xing Ze directly took out his police ID and said to Yang Fan, "Mr. Yang, I hope you will cooperate with the police investigation and answer some of my questions."
Yang Fan looked calm and smiled: "Of course."
Xing Xuan: "What did you do yesterday morning, please tell me the specific time and place."
Yang Fan said slowly: "I'm used to getting up early to exercise. I get up at five o'clock every day, do morning exercises in a nearby park, and at half past six, I go to Miaomiao Breakfast Restaurant on Wulin Road for dinner."
"Go home after eating at seven o'clock and wash up, and then leave for Xiasi Hospital to visit colleagues at ten o'clock."
Xing Ze raised his jaw slightly, motioning for him to continue.
"My colleague was hospitalized during my business trip, and I wanted to visit him when I came back." Yang Fan paused, glanced at Wen Qing, and said with a smile, "After visiting my colleague, I just wanted to try my luck in the hospital. Let's go."
Noticing the look in his eyes, Xing Ze frowned and asked: "What luck?"
Yang Fan tilted his head and stared at Wen Qing: "Can we meet by chance?"
Xing Ze's face darkened suddenly.
Wen Qing is still a little confused, does Yang Fan admit it now
Seeing that Wen Qing didn't react, Yang Fan smiled and said straight to the point: "You are my type, so I want to give it a try."
Hearing this, Wen Qing's expression changed.
What type do you like
Do you like to kill