The Years I Was Slapped in the Face [Quick Transmigration]

The night before returning to Shen's house, Jiang Yue had a dream, a dream that he hated.

In the dream, he was standing in a dark place with insufficient light, broken glass and bright red blood under his feet, bright and dangerous weaving into a net, but unable to catch the flying butterflies.

The white butterfly clings to the glass on the ground, its soft and bright wings flapping slowly, flying past his eyes with bits of broken light, and then quickly disappears into his world.

"you are always like this."

An unfamiliar yet familiar voice sounded from behind, with sarcasm and disappointment.

"It's calculated to the bone, are you happy?"

Jiang Yue didn't look back, he looked at the blood under his feet, and said indifferently: "If calculations can help me protect what I care about, then why are you unhappy? Like you, you don't want to calculate, and in the end you were eaten up , leaving only a bone, what else can you do?"

He stared straight ahead, and the pitch-black environment changed at some point. The blood and glass under his feet disappeared. He stood in a room he was most familiar with. In front of him was a floor-to-ceiling window and the bustling city night scene outside the window.

"...I can't do anything, but at least I can die with a clear conscience. And what about you? Did you sleep well at night? Shameless, don't respect yourself, what's left of you?"

Jiang Yue's eyelashes fluttered slightly when he heard this, the light in his eyes became dim, and there was nothing in those eyes gradually, and he couldn't see everything clearly, and he found his voice after a long time: "I don't want to have a clear conscience, I Don't feel at ease either." He stared at the window in front of him, and there was a clock in his heart that was always ringing, and the ticking seemed to tell him when the time was up.

"I don't want self-esteem anymore, and I don't have to be the original me..." He said as he walked forward, the window in front of him attracted him to keep approaching, he couldn't remember why he was approaching, he only knew that he had to hurry up , to reach out.

"I just want to..." He raised his arms as he said, "I just want to..." The vision in front of him began to blur, and the more he walked, the heavier he felt, and he suddenly wanted to lose his temper, and he imagined when he was a child Generally, weeping loudly and venting presumptuously.

The night outside the window is so beautiful, but also so disgusting to him.

But what is it that he hates?

He couldn't remember it until the moment when the clock in his heart pointed to twelve o'clock, there was a sharp voice, his body trembled, and then his eyes widened, finally remembering the reason for approaching.

The falling body was so fast that he couldn't see clearly at all, and couldn't see the expression on the man's face when he jumped down.

He raised his arms, like an old man struggling to move, and when he finally approached the window, it happened to be the time for the man to jump down from the top floor.He watched the figure of that person fall outside the window and disappear in front of his eyes, the outstretched fingertips were so close to the window and so far away from the person.Yuan pulled the last thread in his head, and his whole body lost temperature instantly. Something was suddenly disconnected with that thread, and then he was out of control.

He put down his hand and suddenly forgot what he was going to say just now.

The room at midnight was very quiet, as if he was the only one left in the world.There is nothing around, leaving him alone, in the dark, embracing loneliness.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a new day outside the window.

He stared, his fingers on the quilt moved stiffly, and then slowly clenched...

At around nine o'clock, Wu Yi came to pick him up from the hospital. After packing up, he and Wu Yi drove back to the Shen family's mansion.The road is very far away, so he can think about the first step after going back, and he can also throw out the dream of his life last night from his mind.

He leaned his head against the car glass and looked around after entering Shen's house.

Substitution.

The person who opened the door was not the same person as before, and neither was the driver who picked him up.

Jiang Yue tapped his hands on his lap, and he only hoped that Mrs. Lin would not be replaced. She was a person he needed very much in the future, but she must not be gone.

He was a little worried, but he didn't show it on his face. He still smiled brightly and harmlessly, intending to use this expression to face the people inside the door.

The car quickly stopped at the entrance of the main house. When they got out of the car, the door was opened from the inside. Aunt Lin stood inside the door wearing a light blue dress, nodded to him and bent slightly.

There is no one behind her.

Jiang Yue was relieved to see that she was still there, but he was surprised to see that there was no one in the door except her.If they didn't come to see him when he was in the hospital, or if Shen Yan didn't allow them to see him, then now that he's home, they should show up logically, whether they hate him or not, especially Jiang Heng, who sees him Get up "very close" to his people.

However, no one showed up here, neither Jiang Heng nor the Zhou brothers.

Wu Yi and Jiang Yue briefly introduced Aunt Xia Lin, and then took him back to his room.

"This house is so big, is it just my husband and I living here?" He asked intentionally.

Wu Yi lied without blinking his eyes: "Yes, you and your husband live in this house. But there are other people living in the villa not far next door."

How could it be that he and Shen Su lived together?

next door?

Could it be that everyone else was driven to the next door by Shen Su?

"Who lives next door? Do I know each other? Can I go to them and get to know each other when you and your husband are away?"

"The one next door is..." Wu Yi turned his head and said with a little deep meaning: "A few people you don't need to know now."

several?

People like Shen Wei would not let a few irrelevant people live here. The so-called "few people" are probably Jiang Ning and the others who moved out of the main house.But why did Shen Sui let them move out?Still don't let them get close to each other?

A conjecture appeared in his mind, and then he thought it was very funny. He seemed a little self-indulgent.He wanted to laugh and refute himself, but there was a voice in his heart, which whispered some truths to him and analyzed them one by one, which disturbed him and returned to his room.

Everything inside has not changed since he left, nothing is missing, and it is very clean.

Jiang Yue touched the asparagus on the head of the bed, walked around from place to place, walked all the way to the bookcase, and opened the drawer containing the photos, but there was nothing in it, and the drawer was full of photos. Zhang is gone.

Jiang Yue rummaged around impatiently, and all the photos about Jiang Yuhuai and his childhood were gone.

Is this Shen Su who was put away?He didn't want him to see those photos?

Jiang Yue put his hand on the wooden board so hard that his fingertips turned white. "It seems that Mr. Shen's mother must have never taught him not to mess with other people's things."

The system took a mouthful of noodles over there, and Jiang Yue heard an annoying sound of sucking.

"...Can't you turn off the voice when you're eating?"

The system took a sip of soup [... I have already closed it, and it was you talking to me again that made me open it reluctantly. 】He took a breath of hot air 【This photo is thrown clean enough. 】

"No, I originally planned to take the photo to ask for information later, but now there is nothing. It seems that he doesn't want me to ask about the past." Jiang Yue shrugged, quite helplessly.

【Heh, so what if he doesn't want to, will you be honest and not ask? 】

"Of course not." Jiang Yue waved his hand: "Without the photos, I can still ask, ask those little stories about the past, to satisfy the curiosity of people with amnesia about the past."

[Do you think that Shen Su will tell you about the past after accepting your photo? ] The system put down the chopsticks and took a sip of water [Since he accepted the photo, it is impossible for him to tell you, and it is even more impossible for Wu Yi. 】

"I know, it wasn't them that I wanted to ask at the beginning. Which of those two people do you think is suitable for telling a story, how could I ask them." Jiang Yue opened the information bar while talking, and stared at the golden finger there. into meditation.

The system saw him staring at the golden finger [How to use it? 】

"I have this idea." He always wanted to see the night Jiang Yuhuai died.These days in the hospital, I think about this every day.

He wanted to know who killed Jiang Yuhuai and whether it had anything to do with him.But the number of times the golden finger was used was only five times. I don't know if this number is too many, barely enough, or not enough for the subsequent cases.He didn't know how many more murders there would be, so he didn't dare to move, afraid of wasting an opportunity.

The system said that the victim was a murderer, and it was related to him.And the people around were telling him that Jiang Yuhuai's death had more or less something to do with him.But this relationship can't be determined now, and Jiang Yue doesn't know how true or false it is.

Does Jiang Yuhuai's death have something to do with the victim, and will he waste this little chance by using it on Jiang Yuhuai?Is this a cover-up, distraction, like in a suspense movie, or is it really a clue?

He thought, hesitated, and never moved.During those days in the hospital, I wondered and waited to see if there would be another homicide during that time.This is a bet. If it appears, he will observe it. If it does not appear, he will choose to watch Jiang Yuhuai's death.

During the long wait in the hospital, he read countless reports, but no case happened, and everything around him was so peaceful that he had nowhere to start.Finally, after much deliberation, he used this golden finger on the night when he returned to Shen's house, and returned to the 15 minutes before Jiang Yuhuai's death.

He lay on the bed, clicked to confirm the use and closed his eyes.

The sound of spring water flowing accompanied by a crisp sound of falling beads shook people's hearts, and the white light circle spread around, and the closed eyes in the black curtain slowly opened, appearing in the completely black world, eye-catching, bright and frightening.

A dazzling light shot in from the gap and shone on the eyes hidden in the gap. The owner of the irritated eyes closed his eyes immediately, and waited for a long time before opening them again.The surrounding environment was crowded, and it was so dark that he couldn't even see himself. He hid in a place that he didn't know whether it was a cabinet or behind a door, and looked at the gap two fingers wide in front of him.

The man in the photo was lying on the floor of the warehouse, without the vigorous look in the photo, his fingers had been beaten to pieces, his body was bruised and dusty.Beans of sweat fell from his face, his face was pale, and his body curled up in pain.

"*****"

Jiang Yuhuai's mouth moved, and he didn't know what to say. When he opened his mouth, saliva and blood flowed out, which made people startled.The misery made Jiang Yue feel uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and tried to get rid of other emotions and continue watching.

The dusty leather shoes appeared in the field of vision, and looking up the expensive suit pants, a very familiar face appeared in front of him.Vicious, ruthless, like a beast in the hunt, he told others his danger with all his might.

Jiang Yue's heart sank.

He has always known that Wu Yi's face is serious and cold, but he didn't know that he could be so cold, like a sharp knife with a cold light, which makes people afraid, and people can't help but when he approaches Wanting to back away in fear.

Thinking about it, he was very restrained in front of him, so it wasn't that scary.

Wu Yi pulled up Jiang Yuhuai who was on the ground like a puddle of mud, pinched his face and looked back.

Shen Pang stood behind them wearing a coat, his face was not very good-looking, he listened to what Wu Yi said, nodded his head, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

There are still a few people in the warehouse, all of them are Shen Pang's bodyguards, and they are all familiar faces. They often appear in front of Jiang Yue along with Shen Pang.

Jiang Yue stared at everyone's faces, and when he saw the last person, suddenly a man ran out of his left field of vision, startling him.

The visitor was holding a gun in his hand. He was thin and thin, with ordinary facial features and looked about 40 years old. Standing opposite Shen Lu and the others, he looked like a lamb breaking into a pack of wolves. His momentum was very weak, and he seemed to be swallowed by someone at any time.

He yelled at Shen Pang and the others, his hand holding the gun trembling in a flustered expression, obviously a sign of fear, but he didn't back down, just gritted his teeth and confronted Shen Pang and the others.

He should have come to rescue Jiang Yuhuai, how did he know that Jiang Yuhuai was here?What is the relationship with Jiang Yuhuai?

Shen Su ignored the other party, treating the other party as air, he lowered his head and was talking on the phone, Wu Yi let go of Jiang Yuhuai, whose breathing had become very weak, and walked towards the man with his hands raised high.

In the traditional meaning, this action is the meaning of surrender.But Wu Yi's raised hand was definitely not a sign of surrender.

Jiang Yue stared at Wu Yi's sinister eyes and his rampant appearance.

This is not an expression of being threatened, he doesn't even try to hide it, he is not afraid that the other party will see it, and straightforwardly shows his danger.

The man holding the gun noticed it too. He yelled and shook the gun in his hand threateningly, the veins on his neck popped up, and his pupils contracted nervously.

He can't.

Jiang Yue looked at his tactics and mentality, then at Wu Yi who was calm and relaxed, and Shen Man who didn't take him seriously at all. It was clear at a glance who was stronger and who was inferior.