a little bit

On the morning of the interview, Qiao Qiao asked Gao Qian to borrow some money. Gao Qian didn't know why, but he still lent him the money.

"What is it for?"

"I'm going to buy two clothes and get my hair permed. I'm going to meet Xingxin. I can't be sloppy."

Gao Qian was helpless, "I see how you seem to be in a relationship?"

Qiao Qiao laughed, his earlobes turned red, he turned his back and muttered, "It would be nice if we were really in love.

Qiao Qiao made arrangements all morning, and at two o'clock in the afternoon, he drove the jeep directly to the prison.

I met the prison guard last time. This time it was only Qiao Qiao. He was a little nervous, and with a tender face, he smiled at the prison guard, "Reporter Gao, he has something to do. He couldn't get out, so he let me come over."

Qiao Qiao handed the entry and exit permit to the prison guard. The prison guard took a look at it, then gave it back to him. His eyes flicked around his face, and he waved his hand, "Go in, do you know the way?"

"I know... I know..." Qiao Qiao said it twice, and thanked him again.

The prison guard smiled, "You are too polite, go in quickly."

Qiao Qiao parked the car in the garage. He sat in the car, took out the manuscript, and read through the few questions to be asked again. He was really nervous, thinking that he would see Xingxin in a while, and leaned against the car. , took two deep breaths.

Coming out of the garage, you have to go through the playground to get to the reception room. When he and Gao Qian came last time, there was no one in the playground. This time, it happened to be the time when these prisoners were released.

The prison guards led Qiao Qiao past this place. Several prisoners were leaning on the railing, holding the wire with their hands, lowering their heads, licking the corners of their mouths and laughing, staring straight at Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao turned his head sideways, his face was so white that it shone under the light, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and were stretched horizontally under the eyelids, he narrowed his eyes slightly, walked behind the prison guard, and glanced at the prisoner inside the barbed wire. A contemptuous provocation.

There was a loud bang, and the railings vibrated. Those prisoners were holding onto the iron net, and the leader pointed at Qiao Qiao with his finger on his face. Qiao Qiao raised his mouth in anger after being provoked. The prison guard turned his head when he heard the movement. Come on, "What are you doing? Why are you lying here? Go back to me?"

Those prisoners didn't move, the prison guard frowned, picked up his baton, and knocked on the iron net. When the prisoner got off the iron net, the leader's index finger and middle finger bent, pointed to his eyes, and then pointed at Qiao Qiao, Qiao Qiao. Qiao tilted his head and smiled innocently at them.

The prison guard looked sideways at Qiao Qiao, "Are you not scared?"

Qiao Qiao shook his head, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, there's an iron net blocking it, I know it's going to be all right, but what's wrong with them?"

The prison guard was a little embarrassed, he looked at Qiao Qiao, what would he say?

Do you want to tell this little reporter that the bastards in the prison want to have sex with him because they see him good-looking?

This cannot be said...

The prison guard was distressed, but fortunately, Qiao Qiao didn't intend to ask the question. When he arrived in the reception room, the prison guard asked Qiao Qiao to wait for a while, "Wait a few minutes, Xingxin is on his way."

Qiao Qiao sat on the small sofa, and the prison guard poured him a glass of water. He was so nervous that he wanted to drink water when he was nervous. Qiao Qiao took the glass, thanked him, picked it up, and took a long gulp.

The prison guard looked at him anxiously, pointed to the cup, "Drink slowly, the water has just boiled."

It was too late, as soon as he took a sip, Qiao Qiao sprayed it out.

The prison guard was sprayed all over the face and looked at him blankly. Qiao Qiao covered his face and opened his eyes wide, bewildered.

At this time, the door was opened, and Xingxin walked in slowly.

The reception room was very quiet, he lowered his eyes, looked at the puddle of water on the ground, raised his head, and glanced at the little reporter's face, the prison guard wiped the water stains on his face, he said awkwardly: "I'm going to wash my face. "

When he left, he was kind enough to comfort Qiao Qiao, "Don't worry about it, just do the interview."

Qiao Qiao wanted to die, he stood stiffly, he threw the glass of water into the trash can, he didn't dare to look at Xing Xin, it was really embarrassing.

The prison guard who brought Xingxin here wanted to handcuff him to the table as he did last time, Qiao Qiao just moved, and he walked to the table.

He was standing, Xing Xin was sitting, he lowered his head, Xing Xin raised his head slightly, looking at the little reporter in front of him, "Isn't the last interview not enough?"

Qiao Qiao gave a "hmm" and went to the back to get the camera shelf. He put the camera on the shelf, clicked on the shooting button, and then quickly sat in front of Xingxin.

Last time, after some distance, he looked at Xingxin through the lens of the camera, his eyeballs could capture every expression of Xingxin unscrupulously, but now it is different, across a narrow table, the two are facing each other, the distance is so close .

He carefully aimed at Xingxin, suppressing the heart that was about to jump out.

Qiao Qiao opened his notebook and called up the information. He lowered his eyebrows to calm down his emotions. Xing Xin turned his head, his gaze swept across Qiao Qiao's face, and finally fell on his freshly permed hair this morning.

Xing Xin spoke suddenly, like a thunderbolt, hitting Qiao Qiao's heart.

"Do you like Teddy?"

Qiao Qiao looked at him inexplicably. Although he didn't understand what it meant, he still tried his best to show that he understood his appearance, "I like it, Teddy is very cute."

"Your hair is also very interesting, like Teddy."

This is not a compliment...

"Oh... hehe, thank you."

The curvature of Qiao Qiao's mouth was stiff. He touched the hairstyle he had done all morning. It was a little curly. The barber said it was the most popular handsome boy hairstyle nowadays.

Qiao Qiao has forgotten what hairstyle was popular in 2016. He did it all morning, but he didn't expect that Xingxin looked like Teddy?

Why is this guy's EQ still so low!

He took a deep breath, went back to the past, and saw his dead lover, but he couldn't stop his urge to hate others.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Xingxin. After Xingxin was imprisoned, his head was shaved very short, exposing his scalp, but his hair in the middle grew fast, and now it is gradually growing in a triangular shape. .

Qiao Qiao snorted, suppressed his voice, and said in the voice of only the two of them, "You are also very interesting, this onion."

Xing Xin was taken aback, he looked at Qiao Qiao blankly.

Why did he suddenly become fierce...

Afterwards, Qiao Qiao's aura remained low, and he asked a few blunt questions. Xing Xin glanced at him a few times, but now he has learned how to behave. He answered whatever Qiao Qiao asked.

Qiao Qiao followed the prepared manuscript and asked questions one by one. It was very smooth at the beginning, until the question he highlighted with a red line came into view.

Qiao Qiao paused for two seconds, Xing Xin watched him scratching his fingers on the paper, Qiao Qiao raised his head, little Teddy seemed to be shaking his curly hair, and he continued to ask: "You went to Anyin Village to do a tourism project inspection, how about this?" It was the first project you took over after returning to China. At that time, this place was known as the most worth exploring peach blossom garden in modern times. If you do well, you will be recognized in the family business, right?"

"Well, so to speak."

"Your future is bright, and you don't know those people at all. Why do you want to kill them? Is there no reason?"

"I have answered this question many times." Xing Xin frowned, leaned back, looked at the little reporter in front of him, moved his lips, and said, "I have some mental problems, and I can't control myself. If you want to kill yourself, kill yourself."

He spoke lightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were half closed, and he lowered his head.

There is almost no flesh on Xingxin's face, and he is even thinner than two years later. When he lowered his head, he seemed to be surrendering to someone. The sharp chin made people feel distressed.

Qiao Qiao pursed his lips. He clicked on a picture and turned the screen to Xing Xin, "Do you know this person?"

It was a pregnant woman in a white floral dress, standing beside clusters of flower seedlings, comparing hearts to the camera.

Xing Xin glanced at it, but said nothing.

Qiao Qiao continued: "She is the No. 13 person you killed. The baby in her belly is seven months old. Her family lives nearby. She wanted to come and relax for two days, but she didn't expect to meet you. How did you kill her, do you remember?"

Xing Xin slowly clenched his fists, he gritted his back molars, and remained silent.

Looking at his expression, Qiao Qiao sped up his speech, "You stabbed her thirteen times, and each knife stabbed deeply into her stomach. Her seven-month-old unborn child was killed by you. The knife stabbed a full thirteen times."

"Xingxin, what did you think at the time? Do you hate children so much?"

Xing Xin doesn’t hate children, he actually likes children quite a bit. When he was studying abroad, there was a five-year-old girl in the neighbor’s house. Every time Xing Xin came back from class, he always took an extra street to buy some at the candy store. Small snacks for her.

The little girl is very cute when she smiles. She will hold Xingxin's finger and call his name with a sweet voice.

At that time, Xingxin will feel very relaxed.

How could he hate children?

He was a little lost in thought, Qiao Qiao called him, and Xing Xin came back to his senses, he nodded, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He said: "I don't hate children. I'm just sick. Those who died are nothing to me. When a hunter kills his prey, he doesn't care if it hurts. Does he have any family members?" ?”

Xing Xin looked at him calmly, his eyes were calm, and there was no trace of emotion on his face. When he said this, it seemed that he was just discussing the weather with Qiao Qiao.

His performance was too real, Qiao Qiao looked at him in a daze, goose bumps appeared on his arms, and his back felt cold.

He pursed his lips tightly, held the penholder with his fingers, and scribbled a few strokes on the paper in a random manner, but Xing Xin still didn't tell the truth.

The camera recorded this conversation. There are still 10 minutes before the end of the interview, and Qiao Qiao still has a few questions to continue.

He glanced at the prison guard next to him, and when he turned his head, he saw Xing Xin looking at him. Qiao Qiao paused, then lowered his head, his earlobe hidden in his hair was slightly warm.

Xing Xin stared at Qiao Qiao's face, and after three seconds, he asked, "Have we met before?"