can i kiss you

Meng Chang has a very good memory.

How good is it?You can remember what you don’t want to remember, and you can’t forget what you forget.And it's all synesthesia, including every detail.

For example, when he saw Liang San for the first time, he was wearing a military uniform, the top button of the collar was not fastened, revealing a part of his neck, and the cuffs of his clothes were slightly dirty, from dark marks and The slight smell should be gasoline.There was some gunpowder smoke in the air, and of course the smell of blood on his body. Liang San raised his chin with the slightly hot muzzle of the gun, and stared straight at him through the sunglasses...

Like God of War.

Now the god of war is sitting in his co-pilot, blowing his nose with a tissue in a nondescript manner.

Originally, Meng Chang refused to go on a mission with Liang San again, but after lunch, Brother Chen was called to a meeting by his superiors, and Wen Shasha got off work early to go on a blind date. Even so, Meng Chang insisted that going to the police station alone was enough up.But Liang San repeatedly emphasized the firm's rule requiring two or more people to act together, and followed the car with a shameless face.

The car was parked not far from the police station. After a while, a policewoman in uniform came out, holding a paper bag in her hand, opened the door skillfully and sat in the back seat.

She is Meng Chang's former colleague He Yueyi.

"Let me be clear first, this is a violation of the regulations." He Yueyi said straight to the point without a word of nonsense.

Immediately afterwards, he glanced at Liang San, the co-pilot, "Why are you still hanging out with this person?"

For some reason, the women around Meng Chang always disliked Liang San in every possible way.

Meng Chang forced a smile, "I've been bothering Sister He all this time."

He Yueyi handed him the big paper bag, "It's not troublesome, you have to help me send it back to my family after checking it, you know? It's my responsibility if I don't return the things by then."

"I know." Meng Chang nodded.

"You brat, why do you pretend to be deaf and dumb and don't speak? Are you proud of kidnapping Xiaomeng?" He Yueyi turned around and turned on Liang San again. It hasn't changed for so many years.

Liang San had a hippie smile on his face, "Isn't this frightened by your arrogance, sneezing!" He even sneezed.

"Hey, I said you..."

Meng Chang quickly smoothed things over, "Sister He, don't bother with him, he's allergic and his brain can't work."

He Yueyi gave up now, in her eyes, Liang San was just begging for beatings, and if she didn't listen to a few words of scolding him for being dishonest.

After taking the things, the two stopped by to find a place to have lunch.

There were only two people sitting at a big round table, with a chair in between. After ordering, Meng Chang took the things out of the paper bag, but immediately wondered if He Yueyi had made a mistake for him, because these really didn't look like one. Items for 20-year-old girls.

An old flip phone, a notebook, some odds and ends, key tissues, that's all.

"Using a flip phone?" Liang San picked up the phone and looked through it. When he opened it, he found that there was still more than half of the battery.

"It's not impossible." Meng Chang recalled that when he went to Jin Mei's room to check in the morning, the room was as cold as these items. There was no youthful aura, and even the quilt on the bed was made of dark plaid. pattern.

After thinking for a while, he asked again: "When you went to Jin Mei's house, did her family also use flip phones?"

Liang San thought carefully, "No, they are all smartphones."

This is a little strange.

In just 2 minutes, Liang San flipped through the phone, "There is nothing important, let's check the contacts and address book."

"Ah."

Business conversation.

Liang San glanced at Meng Chang, moved his butt quietly, and sat on the chair next to him.

Meng Chang flipped through Jin Mei's notebook, although he noticed it, he didn't express anything.

The notebook is a very ordinary hard-shell book, with a leather shell and no special decorations. Even Jin Mei didn't write her name on it. When she opened it, she saw a simple "J" written on the title page.There is not much content inside, only a few pages, all of which are numbers and plus and minus signs, as if they are used for accounting.

"Why do you only memorize the numbers and not write down the usage? Isn't it impossible to know why the money was spent?" Liang San whispered.

Meng Chang slowly turned to the next page. Jin Mei's handwriting was very neat, with few alterations, "Perhaps using and obtaining are for the same object."

"Ok?"

"For example, if she has a mother who is seriously ill, she needs to get living expenses from her mother, and she will work to earn money for her mother's medical treatment. Then almost all the money goes in and out of her mother, so it is not clearly written. Every penny was necessary."

It's just that as an ordinary third-year student, the amount of money seems a bit large. Even if it's a part-time job, can you get 20000 a month?Meng Chang looked at the "+[-]" on the other page and fell into deep thought.

"Her address book is also quite strange." Liang San said suddenly.

"Why do you say that?"

Liang San handed the mobile phone in front of Meng Chang, "Look, except for a few relatives, the rest are all marked with letters."

indeed.Jin Mei's address book is very long, but they are all marked in ABCD, followed by some irregular numbers, as if to mark out these people as if they were commodities.

If this is her personal taste, a girl with a background in music is not like someone who likes numbers to this extent.what is she hidingIn order for strangers to know who her contacts are even if they get her mobile phone?

It's just that this encryption method, why is it not used on the numbers of family members who may be used to defraud, but other people?These people are more important than her family?Or, is it more necessary to hide?

"Why don't you call and try?" Liang San asked.

"Why?" Meng Chang paused, "You still insist that Jin Mei didn't commit suicide?"

When Liang San first accepted this task, after hearing the facts of the case, he immediately insisted that Jin Mei did not commit suicide, but homicide, and there must be another hidden story behind the incident.

"I can't tell the reason," he said at the time, standing up suddenly, "I just don't think a good young girl will not want to live so easily."

Speaking of which, Liang San himself is also a person with a particularly strong desire to survive. He even thinks that the people around him, or all the people in the world, should be like him. Other things that are too big to give up their lives easily.Even if there is no food to eat, he will starve to death soon, even if he bites off a piece of his body and eats it, he will still live.

Just like the weeds in the snow outside, it won’t freeze to death even if it’s frozen. You can see that it’s withered and yellow. If you try hard to pull it out, you won’t be able to pull it out even with all your strength.If you cut off all its leaves, green leaves will still grow for you after the cold weather.

Maybe he didn't realize it himself, but as a person standing beside him, Meng Chang was often moved by his unprovoked upward aura, as if he was sinking and sinking. A person who pulls himself.

At that time, Meng Chang had just been rescued by him, and his whole mental state was on the verge of collapse, and he just looked out of the window in a daze every day.Liang San came into his ward wearing his long boots "dengdengdeng", insisting on dragging him out for a drive during the rest time.

Meng Chang didn't resist, and sat in the co-pilot to watch the scenery, one tree, two trees, one car, two cars, until the scenery outside stopped suddenly.

He turned his head in doubt, and heard Liang San ask: "Do you think... the sound of the engine is particularly pleasant?"

"Ok?"

"It's...it's...that engine...that kind of..."

Meng Chang listened to the F1 racing enthusiast explain why the engine sounded so good for more than ten minutes, but he still refused to speak. He looked at Liang San with two eyes, and Liang San was speechless.

He rubbed his hair and sighed, then untied the seat belt on his body and pressed it over, so close that the distance between the noses of the two people was only two centimeters, "I'll just say it straight! I like you! The first time I saw you I like it so much! I'm going to kiss you now...if...you have a little affection for me...can I kiss you?"

Meng Chang came to his senses, Liang San was already calling a person in the address book, using his own mobile phone, pretending to be the tone of Taobao after-sales service, "Hello? Hello, are you Mr. Zhou? The last time you bought something in our Taobao store has not..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone, which seemed to have no effect.

"Did the other party speak?" Meng Chang asked.

"I said 'wrong type', but at least I know it's a man. All three of them were men just now." Liang San said.

"They're all men..." Meng Chang repeated these words.

At this time, the waiter knocked on the door and came in, bringing out a plate of fried shredded potatoes.This is a restaurant not far from the office area. It happened to be lunch time, and the noise from outside followed.

Meng Chang simply cleaned up the things on the table, "Let's eat first."

Liang San carefully considered what he wanted to say, and waited for the waiter to turn around and go out, "Um... did you read what I sent you last night?"

"Well, Tong Songbai taught you?"

Liang San was surprised that Meng Chang even knew this. Could it be that Dong Songbai told him?This is too unjust!

"Don't think about it," Meng Chang opened the cutlery and glanced at him. "He didn't tell me, so don't learn from him in the future. Mrs. Dong always forwards me the sour words about Dong Songbai, which is exactly the same as what I taught you."

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