Relationships with assistants are increasingly dangerous

He Qing curled the corners of his mouth silently.

"She guards against the hypnotist, not necessarily against me."

"Then you have a good relationship? So good, why don't you even know her past." Lin Yu sneered, turned around and left.

He Qing was stabbed suddenly.

"It's none of your business whether the relationship is good or not." She murmured and turned around to go through the small door to the room where Su Xian was lying.

Staring at Su Xian lying on the chair unable to move freely, the cold light in the room fell on her fair face, and the slightly frowned brows felt tired, He Qing bent down silently and rubbed her eyebrows and eyes, and stood up for her. Let go of the constraints on your body.

"Is it over?" Su Xian came with a lazy voice, He Qing looked up and saw that she was squinting sleepily and looking around.

"En." He Qing replied calmly, throwing all the restraint belts aside.

"Then can I go?" Su Xian raised her hand and rubbed her wrist, "It's been tied for a long time, and my body is a little stiff."

"Not yet." He Qing sat next to him, glanced outside, and saw no other people.

"Didn't you ask anything?" Su Xian froze and glanced at He Qing, "Did I not say anything?"

He Qing scratched his hair annoyedly, and leaned back on the chair, not knowing where to start, "It's not that I didn't say anything, it's just that... I didn't say anything about your post-sleepwalking situation."

"If I didn't know that you sleepwalked, I almost thought that you never sleepwalked to the scene."

Su Xian nodded thoughtfully.

He Qing hooked his fingers hesitantly, and began to think about how to open the question box.

Su Xian beside her stretched her waist, relaxed her limbs, moved her chair, and leaned a little closer to He Qing.

"I'm a little tired." She said, leaning on He Qing's shoulder.

He Qing froze suddenly, straightened her body, resting her head on her shoulder, making her dare not move at all.

"Are you tired? Did you not rest last night?" She asked in a low voice.

"Hmm... I didn't sleep well at all, you should be clear about the interrogation prisoner."

"In a dark room, a white headlight shines on the face, asking the same questions over and over again, killing the spirit, and exposing oneself without conscious awareness, but I really don't know anything. I remember." Su Xian muttered, with a bit of complaint in it.

He Qing had no choice but to calm down softly, "The procedure still has to follow the original procedure, and you can only stay here until the investigation is clear."

"Well, I know." Su Xian's tone relaxed for a moment, and she leaned lazily on He Qing's shoulder, her legs crossed together, and the black toes lightly tapped.

He Qing hesitated to open the topic.

"About where you sleepwalked, do you really not remember at all?"

Su Xian shook her head, "I don't remember anything. When I woke up, I was woken up by someone's phone call. When I turned on the light, I saw that my hands were covered with clotted blood."

"Then during your dream, you heard someone open the door and enter the house, and then looked at you next to you. Do you have any impression of that person?"

Su Xian was silent for a moment, "Why do you... Oh, it should be from hypnosis inquiry."

"I did have a dream where someone opened the door and came into our house. I thought it was you at first, and then I thought it knocked and then opened the door with a key. You didn't have to knock at all."

"Then it came to my side and kept staring at me. How should I put it..." Su Xian rubbed her head against He Qing's shoulder, "In the dream, I was very scared, because I didn't know who it was. Then I felt that maybe it was a wet woman looking over me."

"A drop of water fell on my face, and then I was woken up by the sound of your phone."

He Qing was silent, "You sound like you are thinking about the deceased B, the drowned woman."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too, because before I went to bed, I thought about where her head is now." Su Xian's shoe tip dangled lightly again.

He Qing carefully analyzed the dream described by Su Xian, and subconsciously turned to look at Su Xian, "Then do you think your dream is related to—"

The voice stopped suddenly, because this person was leaning towards her, his head was on her shoulder, and his body was also slightly tilted. He Qing glanced over and saw that the V-shaped neckline of Su Xian's white shirt was tied a little less. There is a button, just right, and there is a very conspicuous mole on that fair chest.

It turns out she has a mole on her chest.

This thought instantly knocked out what he was going to say just now, and made He Qing's thinking disconnected.

"What's wrong? My dream?" In the middle of speaking, Su Xian raised her head in confusion, and met He Qing's gaze.

"Cough, it's nothing." He Qing turned his head hastily, "That's right, what, mole... No, do you think there is any correspondence between your dreams and your sleepwalking in reality?"

"For example, when sleepwalking, I heard the sound of the key opening the door, so I heard someone entering the house in my dream."

Su Xian nodded slowly, "It's not impossible, but hearing someone unlock the door with a key and water drops doesn't help the case, because all my itineraries can be seen on the surveillance camera."

"That's true..." He Qing hooked his fingers silently, thinking about how to ask Su Xian about his past life experience.

"I called my father last night after the incident."

"Oh? Mr. He?"

"Well... tell him about your current situation."

Su Xian nodded silently without responding.

"Because the police don't know your condition, and I only know about your sleepwalking, I don't know more about you, so I asked my father." He Qing quietly glanced at He Qing, observing watching her reaction.

"Did Mr. He say anything?"

"I didn't say anything in detail. I just said that you didn't grow up in a normal environment. Regarding this...can you tell me in detail?"

Su Xian chuckled, slowly straightened up, and turned her head to stare at He Qing, with a gentle smile in her beautiful peach eyes.

"You want to know?"

He Qing nodded.

"Knowing so much about me is actually kind of troublesome."

"I do not mind."

"Although you don't mind, there is actually nothing I can say." Su Xian shrugged lightly, "Because my memory is missing."

He Qing paused, "Amnesia? Have you lost your memory before?"

"Not all, just a little." Su Xian raised her hand and rubbed her head, "When people are in pain, their brains will protect themselves and selectively forget some memories that are harmful to them."

"I'm probably like this. My memory is scattered. I don't remember much about my childhood, and only a few fragments remain." The corners of Su Xian's mouth bent slightly, "What's even more sad is that, The fragments that remain of me are not good memories, nor are they something that ordinary children should know."

He Qing froze, hesitated to speak, and didn't know whether to continue asking.

"I don't want to mention the details, but I can tell you roughly that all my speculative thinking about the case now comes from my fragmentary memories. Being able to leave these to me is like the basic skills left to me by the brain. Basic skills as common as how to eat and brush your teeth."

The smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more bleak, making He Qing silent, not knowing what to do.

"The only thing I can tell you is that I was picked up by your father, Mr. He. He put me abroad and regularly supported and raised me."

"Mr. He's kindness to me, I will remember it, so now, when I come to you, I will repay you by helping you." Su Xian tilted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes were shining, "So, you have to believe, No matter what, I'm on your side and Mr. He's side."

Slightly narrowing her tender peach eyes in front of her made He Qing dazed for a moment, her gaze flickered, and she caught a glimpse of the mole on her chest again, she immediately retracted her gaze, and turned her head to look elsewhere.

"Then this time, I think this hoop is designed for your sleepwalking. Is it possible for that murderer to know you?"

"If you say that, maybe the other party will know me, but I don't have anyone I know in my memory." Su Xian tilted her head slightly, leaned on He Qing's shoulder again, and relaxed her body, "Even if I once I know each other, but that was when I was a child, and I haven't met each other before, how can I remember it."

"Let's think about it...it should be that the other party remembers you." He Qing wanted to turn his head to look at Su Xian again, but turned around a little, then turned back, stared straight at the clean roadside at his feet, and began to guess: "Remember the third murderer we met at the corner of the stairs for the first time?"

"When he saw you, he stood there and paused for a while before leaving. He stared at you very strongly."

Su Xian nodded, "I remember, but I was often stared at by men, and I didn't care too much."

"Although I haven't been in touch with you for long, I thought so too. That man is similar to other passers-by, so I didn't care."

"Now that I think about it, of course he obviously recognized you."

"Then I was a little puzzled. If he recognized you and used some information to suggest that you sleepwalked and went to the scene at twelve o'clock, then your sleepwalking must have occurred when you were a child, otherwise he would not know about your sleepwalking."

Su Xian nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, even if he investigates my recent situation right away, he won't know about my sleepwalking. Except for your father and you, no one will know about my sleepwalking."

"In this case, I guess the secret signal he left for you is the note to see you at twelve o'clock, and it is not for you who are awake, but for you who are sleepwalking."

"You didn't understand it during the day, but you have an impression of the memory of the content of the note. After you fall asleep at night, you can recall the information on the note in your dream. Then, sleepwalking you will go."

Su Xian nodded, "Indeed, I have no impression of the contents of the note, I thought it was written for you."

"So it was intended for me to read, for me when I was sleepwalking? Doesn't he know how to communicate with me when I was sleepwalking?"

Su Xian muttered while falling into deep thought.

"As you said, people will avoid painful memories, and when you are awake, you lose a lot of memories. Maybe you will have those memories when you are sleepwalking, which is the most complete you. That person is someone you knew before, Being able to communicate might make sense.”

He Qing sorted out all the clues in his mind while analyzing.

Su Xian, who was sleepwalking, did know a lot, and it was the key to solving the case, but last time when Su Xian was sleepwalking, she never said a word to her.

Is the dialogue still picky when sleepwalking?

Not only picking people, but also looking at the note, you know that you are contacting her. Where did you recognize it?

Handwriting?special password?Prologue?

He Qing's mind was spinning, and he stopped suddenly.

and many more!

Does she remember the opening line written on the note is [Dear, long time no see]?

Honey? ? ?