Du Wei and Chen Hui finally packed themselves up and trotted over. They were also obviously frightened by the green smoke and reverberation in the corridor. Du Wei was pulling on his slippers, and he was wearing a sock that he hadn't taken off in time. Chen Hui was wearing Du Wei's big T-shirt, which was turned upside down. On the front and back, the neck is held by the high "neckline", and a large area of bare skin is exposed on the back.
"This is... what's wrong?" Chen Hui stood by the door, looked at the scene inside, and was startled, "Why did it suddenly catch fire?"
Du Wei had a sense of distrust towards Li Sinian from the bottom of his heart. He tilted his head and looked at Fang Daichuan with a questioning look. Fang Daichuan looked down at the child's gray face, and shook his head slightly at him.
The world is like this, only a sigh.
Niu Xinyan patted the child's back, her eyes stared straight at the air in front of her, her pupils were lifeless. She shook the baby's body and sang a nursery rhyme in a low voice. It was the tune of their local dialect, which Fang Daichuan couldn't understand. When she sang, her eyes were extremely calm, and her expression didn't have any waves, as if she had died in place.
No matter how nervous Chen Hui was, she sensed that something was wrong. She hid behind Yang Song, not daring to look at that small body. The owner of that body has been sentenced to death by his biological mother since he was born, and his current lingering life is just a continuation of his life state in the past ten years or so. It's just that in the eyes of outsiders, this kind of process of pushing a young life to the end is too clear and cruel.
Du Wei looked around and realized something was wrong: "Where's Ding Zihui?"
Chen Hui turned her head and gave him a gouged look, then stomped his feet fiercely with a tiger's face.
Du Wei gasped hissingly: "Why are you so fierce? I'm just asking, if there is a fire, I have to ask who set the fire!"
He hadn't finished speaking, but everyone in the audience turned their heads and glanced at him almost immediately.
Du Wei looked around a little bit, and said bravely, "What? Am I wrong? A candle, without combustion aid, can burn like this? After all, it is impossible for anyone else, just a few personal… "
Fang Daichuan and Li Sinian exchanged glances.
Li Sinian bent down to pick up the candlestick that had fallen from the ground. The outer skin of the brass has been blackened, and when you touch it with your hands, the charred ash is mixed with some kind of sticky liquid, which firmly sticks to the fingerprints.
Fang Daichuan squatted down, and with difficulty lowered his height of nearly 1.9 meters to the child's level, stared at the dying eyes of the other and said softly: "Xiquan, do you remember what happened just now?"
The child raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his eyes were tired. He thought for half an hour, then shook his head slightly.
"I fell asleep," he said weakly and hoarsely, "and woke up to be on fire."
Fang Daichuan turned his head to look around at everyone's faces, and his heart shrank slightly. He doesn't want to speculate on these girls with malice, Yang Song has a straight temper, and if he can't get used to it, he will hate it; Chen Hui is cute and cute, and will care whether her boyfriend looks at other girls at a critical moment; Ding Zihui is gentle and meticulous, he I will always remember that day when he was in a low mood and lost trust in Li Sinian. It was Ding Zihui who sat with him by the rock and comforted him gently.
If it was an ordinary variety show at this moment, these girls were the most aura and cutest girls, Fang Daichuan would be willing to be deceived by them with flowery smiles at the critical moment, willing to see their cunning, willing to use his own Out in exchange for their survival.
But this is a survival game.
Here is a real battlefield.
Deceit, disguise, and even... murder.
Fang Daichuan didn't want to believe that there would be someone who could set fire to an unsuspecting sleeping child. But the subtle smell of oily smoke in the air, as well as the rapid and violent fire, made him never believe that this was an ordinary fire incident.
If it was artificial arson, the murderer would never be able to get out of the range of these few people. Du Wei and Niu Xinyan made an appointment outside in the middle of the night. When he and Li Sinian went up the mountain, the two had already chatted on the mountain for a while, so they probably didn't have the time to commit crimes. Excluding himself, Li Sinian stayed with him all night. Who is left
There are only Yang Song who claims to be in the room all the time, Chen Hui who doesn't know when to go out to catch her boyfriend, and Ding Zihui who has disappeared so far.
The sky outside the window was clearer, and the unburned copper bell made a muffled sound as usual.
It's eight o'clock.
Everyone seemed to have regained their senses, and broke free from another frozen time and space. They all looked at the clock in the corner of the room, and then retreated one by one in silence.
The sound of everyone going downstairs could be heard from the stairs outside, Fang Daichuan and Li Sinian stayed at the end.
Fang Daichuan didn't know what expression to use to face the mother and son. He squatted on the ground and looked at Li Sinian as if asking for help.
Li Sinian sighed, and stroked bangs to the top of his head anxiously with his right hand.
He also squatted down.
Fang Daichuan calmed down a little, thinking that he would comfort Niu Xinyan with gentle words, thinking, after all, I am stupid, so I should leave this kind of thing to someone with a delicate mind and high IQ like you. He thinks simply, a person with a high IQ is always logical, sees the problem properly, and knows where the core key is.
Unexpectedly, Li Sinian knelt down, didn't say a word, and said straight to the point: "You can always tell me now, how did your husband die back then?" He didn't look down at the child when he said this , but stared straight at Niu Xinyan, her bangs were pulled up, revealing a smooth and full forehead, and her eyes were as sharp as knives.
Fang Daichuan awkwardly covered his face with one hand, and quietly stretched out the other hand, tugging at the corner of his clothes.
Niu Xinyan's eyes were a little distracted, she slowly swept her eyes over, and they separated from Li Sinian's eyes immediately.
"You'd better hurry up, my patience is limited." Li Sinian grabbed Fang Daichuan's troublesome hand and squeezed his wrist firmly in his palm, not being moved by her, "and the time is coming, the time is up." No waiting."
Fang Daichuan's right hand was actually wounded, the entire palm was scorched out of a cannonball, and there was a red mark on his wrist, when Li Sinian pinched him, he shivered in pain.
In the past, he was as shrewd and sensitive as Li Sinian, but now he has not noticed.
Fang Daichuan turned his head and glanced at Li Sinian. There seemed to be a cluster of raging fire between his brows, like an active volcano at the bottom of their feet, which was suppressed by him with boundless ashes. However, when he couldn't restrain his will, he burst out Come out a spark.
His gaze is like a cold knife, and his heart is surging.
— Li Sinian is on fire.
This recognition made Fang Daichuan feel a strange illusion, as if seeing the invulnerable paladin lift off his armor, revealing the skin inside; seeing the invincible Seraph with wings on his back, giving birth to mortal flesh and blood. Li Sinian, who had always been incomprehensible to him, unexpectedly had uncontrollable anger, anxiety and boredom.
Not only is he looking down on others coldly, but he also has hot emotions and heavy anger in his heart.
It was at this time that Fang Daichuan came up with a ridiculously shallow idea. He thought: He is really alone.
The brass clock stood silently in the corner, and the second hand clicked non-stop.
Niu Xinyan let go of her child, covered her face with her hands and began to cry.