I quietly watch you play

Zhan Xiang wandered around the library for the third time with the tome in his arms, but there was still no vacant seat.

Certain subjects at Danish University have midterm exams, which account for a certain percentage of the final grade of the subject, so the study room and library will be full during the exam week.

He glanced at Zhou Lei who was holding a laptop and frowning by the window. There was a seat for schoolbags next to Zhou Lei, which seemed to be occupied by someone.

Zhan Xiang wanted to pretend that he didn't see the other party and went out directly, but Zhou Lei picked up his schoolbag and hung it on the back of the chair. It was so cool. Since there are vacant seats, it would be too wasteful not to sit!

Zhan Xiang squeezed sideways, moving nimbly like a swallow flying obliquely, swishing to occupy the vacant seat that had just been vacated for a second.

"35," Zhou Lei said.

"What?" Zhan Xiang still couldn't sit still.

Zhou Lei finally gave him a straight look, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved: "I said this seat, the service fee for occupying the seat is 35 yuan."

"Obviously it's you..." Zhan Xiang saw that there was a book on the table in front of him - "Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxism", a public course textbook, and a note was pasted on the book cover with transparent tape: This is someone!

"The market price of occupying a seat is [-], and I'll give you a [-]% discount." Zhou Lei raised his eyebrows, showing the face of a profiteer who wants to buy a seat.

Zhanxiang felt powerless when he stepped on a mousetrap, but it was a mousetrap wrapped with sponge on the gate, which made people feel pain without hurting their muscles or bones.

As expected of a descendant of a businessman who studied marketing, he was very precise about his psychological price, the price of a day's meals...he didn't want to waste time wandering around.

He doesn't want money for more than 6000 shoes, but wants 35 for seat occupancy.Zhan Xiang took out his wallet and threw it to Zhou Lei with three tens of dollars and five dollars of one dollar, crumpled and occupying half of the table.

Zhou Lei frowned, and swiped the money back with that Marx: "No cash!"

Zhan Xiang's time is precious, so he took out his mobile phone angrily and added him as a friend, transfer 35 yuan on WeChat.

This person is really annoying, using a laptop is still a rose purple, childish ghost!Violence!

Zhan Xiang endorsed the book with peace of mind, thinking that since he bought this seat with money, if his deskmate harassed him later, he would beat him to death with the 1000-page brick in his hand.

In fact, Zhou Lei ignored him after collecting the money, and concentrated on staring at the computer screen, occasionally there was a light knock on the keyboard.

Zhan Xiang was tired from reciting, so he looked out of the window to relax his eyes, Zhou Lei's profile was clearly reflected on the glass window against the background of the night, his brows were raised, and he looked unhappy.

Then the shadow slammed on the computer, turned around and left the library.

Zhan Xiang: I didn't mess with it.

Zhou Lei came back soon, took two bottles of Lime Flavor Pulse, slapped one bottle in front of Zhan Xiang, and took out a pack of 3 plus 2 from his coat pocket and threw it into his arms. "Please keep your stomach quiet!"

"..." Zhan Xiang's ears turned red, he arched his waist, rustled open the biscuit and began to chew, but he didn't want to chew too loudly, his masseter muscles became sore.

After eating the whole pack of biscuits in one go, he remembered that he didn't share it with the treats, so he gulped a few sips of water embarrassingly.

Oh yes, the water is also bought by others, 35 packs of food and drink, the price is okay!

"Did you forget the password?" Zhan Xiang asked in a low voice.He saw Zhou Lei unlocking a folder, and after changing the password several times, he reported an error, which made the violent madman possibly smash the computer at any time. "Let me try?"

Zhou Lei glanced at him suspiciously, but pushed the computer over.

Zhanxiang crackled his fingers like flying, the interface was a resource manager for a while, and a command prompt for a while, entering the directory layer by layer, clicking on the certificate, modifying the secret key...

"Okay, now the password has changed to 12345, try it." Zhan Xiang didn't open the folder directly, since it was encrypted, the content should be more private, he only noticed that the name of the folder was "Mom".

Zhou Lei didn't shy away from it, and directly typed in the new password, Enter, and expanded the list of a bunch of files in the sub-directory.

A lot of pictures and videos of more than ten gigabytes.

Zhan Xiang withdrew his gaze, stared at the small print on his tome, and said angrily, "You have saved so much...well, the Oedipus complex is... not conducive to dealing with interpersonal relationships..."

Zhan Xiang stumbled and didn't know how to speak. He really didn't expect Zhou Lei to secretly save so much fucking information. This is simply a mental illness!

"I'm not Oedipus!" Zhou Lei closed the folder, "I'll lock you up if you dare to talk nonsense."

"There is no trace of atrial fibrillation P, small f waves are chaotic, [-] to [-] times, and the PR interval is extremely uneven..."

Zhou Lei: "..."

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The view from the balcony of the living room on the second floor is very good. In the night, the lake surface is like a mirror, reflecting a trembling crescent moon, playing the night language like a solitary string swept by the wind.

Jiang Zhen poured cold tea into the sunflower plant leaning on the fence, turned around and tightened the cashmere cloak: "It's getting late, go back, don't worry Xiaowei."

The villa that was suspected of being murdered 25 years ago has been completely redecorated. It has changed from a gorgeous and luxurious baroque style to a simple and subtle new Chinese style. The terrace is not closed, and the cool night breeze blows from the lake.

Jiang Xiaoqi poured another cup of hot tea and handed it to Jiang Zhen to warm his hands: "I can stay here tonight and stay with you. Are you sleeping well?"

Jiang Zhen handed back a device that looked like an old-fashioned mobile phone to Jiang Xiaoqi, and glanced around: "There is no problem here, you don't have to worry about me, but I am a little curious about how you have such a thing?"

Jiang Xiaoqi slipped the portable bug detector into the inner pocket of his jacket: "Xiaoming gave it to me."

Jiang Zhen's eyes trembled, and there was a cold light in his eyes.She obviously knew who Jiang Xiaoming was, as well as the identity of the other party, and could even deduce his intentions and position.

Jiang Xiaoqi stood side by side with his mother, leaning his elbows on the railing and looking towards the distant mountains: "If you kept silent for our lives, now you may have to tell the truth for our lives."

"I used to think things were very simple. I saved the lives of Jiang's family. My surname is also Jiang. I wanted to get back my share. But later, countless realities told me that if I didn't have the authority to control the overall situation ability, it is impossible for them to give me back what I deserve, even if I ask for a little less.”

"Mom, do you trust me? I don't want to use your freedom to exchange anything with the Jiang family, and I don't want to be thrown around like a pawn. I decided to be the one holding the pawn, and then control the game and win."

Jiang Zhen turned to look at his son who was a head taller than him, his haggard face was covered by light makeup and immersed in the cool moonlight: "I know this day will always come, but I used to think that I couldn't wait for it. They told you How many?"

"All the facts, and reasonable speculation." Jiang Xiaoqi folded his hands, pinching his knuckles one by one, "So, I don't want you to live here anymore, not even for a day!"

Jiang Zhen smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were kind: "My son has grown up, he looks so good, and knows how to protect his mother, but your mother and I will not always be that panicked little girl in her twenties."

"Compared to the ICU, this place is nothing to me. If you see me with dark circles, it's not because of the ghost who shouldn't have knocked on my door. It's not a mistake for me and my children to survive. Little Period, when mom saw you, she never regretted her choice."

"Don't worry, I am in good health now, so I cherish my life and have no time to worry and suffer. I hope my son will also live a good life, with the people he cares about. For Xiaowei's birthday, my mother must go , go back and tell him for me."

Jiang Xiaoqi stood up straight: "Okay, let's talk about the previous things on that day."

&&&

Jiang Xiaoqi parked his car downstairs in the apartment, made a phone call with Jiang Xiaoming, then locked the car and went upstairs.

The old love he thought his father had for his mother was just the reflection of the beautiful villa in the lake, but in reality there was only a gorgeous cage.

No matter if Jiang Zhen has ten or eight years or three or five years left in his life, he will break it for her!

Zhou Wei was already asleep on the sofa when he entered the door, the reading lights and the electric fireplace were on, Jiang Xiaoqi walked over gently, and found that he had taken off his earphones and put them in his usual small notebook.

The separated pages are filled with clusters of small children's characters, which are intricately connected with each other by arcs and arrows, weaving into a dense network.

What was Ji Qing's call?A story told by one person... Leaving home, avoiding surveillance, why?Scarves and sunglasses to cover your face, why?

Long-distance buses, witnesses... like small animals, like babies, hate children in the same car, new mothers hate other people's children?

A bold question mark and a series of crosses are drawn behind this clue, obviously feeling irreconcilable contradictions and strong doubts during the thinking process.

Silk scarf—who took it away?Ji Qing, with layers of circles drawn on her name.

In the lower right corner is a small frame illustration, the back of Wei Lerong waiting to get on the bus in the crowd, wearing a long skirt and silk scarf...

Zhou Wei wrote a few words next to it: Is it really you?

Jiang Xiaoqi looked at Zhou Wei who was sleeping soundly on the sofa in surprise and pity for a while, then took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the entire page in the small notebook and sent it to Jiang Xiaoming.

He turned off the reading light, got up and went to the bathroom to wash, and pulled a blanket over Zhou Wei's body, so that he could directly roll him into the bedroom when he came out.

The phone rang, Jiang Xiaoqi turned off the electric toothbrush and hurriedly rinsed his mouth, and when he saw the incoming call, it was Jiang Xiaoming. "Hey, understand?"

"Yeah," came Jiang Xiaoming's voice of typing on the keyboard with one hand, as if he was smoking a cigarette in his mouth, "Phew, it's ok, haha, cats are good..."

There was a crashing sound of an empty soda can falling to the ground in the living room, followed by a dull heavy object falling to the ground.

Jiang Xiaoqi ran out of the bathroom, the can rolled to his feet, Zhou Wei was struggling to get up from between the sofa and coffee table, his hands and feet were wrapped in blankets, like a big butterfly eager to break out of its cocoon.

The scene was very funny, but he still had to endure it.

Jiang Xiaoming asked on the phone: "What's wrong? A thief broke into the house? You can definitely call the police at the fastest speed in history."

"No," Jiang Xiaoqi coughed dryly, "The cat smashed the vase, let's talk later, I have to clean it up."

Zhou Wei had already broken free, sat on the floor to wake up, he knocked over some things on the coffee table, and couldn't touch the earphones for a while.

Using the light from the electric fireplace to vaguely see someone approaching, Zhou Wei said, "Brother Seven, are you back?"

Jiang Xiaoqi knelt down and helped him put on the earphones: "Did you have a dream?"

"I dreamed of a martial artist," Zhou Weilai said on him, "I can't see the way clearly, give me a hug."

Jiang Xiaoqi picked him up and carried him back to the bedroom: "I think about it every day, and I dream about it at night. Holmes Zhou Wei, the police uncle thinks that your reasoning is a bit reliable."

"I dreamed that she didn't die," Zhou Wei confessed, "in that river, at the bottom of the river, she was entangled in many, many aquatic plants, her hands, feet, body were covered with aquatic plants, and she couldn't move... She asked me why this time I didn’t see me again after so long, I asked her when she saw me last time, her lips kept moving, but I couldn’t hear her voice, and I couldn’t read her lips… Then I was so special In a hurry, I swam over and pulled the water plants on her body, I couldn't finish pulling them, and they wrapped around me like a snake..."

Zhou Wei leaned on Jiang Xiaoqi and breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey? What did you just say, uncle policeman?"

Jiang Xiaoqi rubbed his fingers one by one: "Xiaoming is working overtime, and he has also made new discoveries about Wei Lerong's case. The scope of visits and inquiries back then was very large. In addition to the contents of the case, there were also some recordings and notes of repeated inquiries. Some suspicious points were found in the recording of the conversation with the lady in the car."

"The lady said that it was very hot at that time, and Wei Lerong's high-heeled shoes were half worn on her feet, so the child's vomit may have splashed into the shoes, which was one of the reasons for her obvious disgust. But you think, Wei Lerong That kind of lady, would she take off half of her shoes to dry her feet when riding a car like a foot-picking uncle?"

Zhou Wei straightened her back: "Of course not!"

"Well, the possibility is extremely small," Jiang Xiaoqi pulled him back again, "So, if she took off her shoes, if it's not out of habit, the most likely reason is that the shoes don't fit well, so she secretly relaxes while riding in the car. In fact, Wei Lerong is used to wearing leather shoes with heels, and she knows that she will go out that day and will walk some distance, so it is unlikely that she would choose a pair of shoes that are worn out."

"I also don't think that person is her!" Zhou Wei sat up again, "It must have been impersonated! She didn't call a car at the door of the house, and deliberately avoided the camera. Something must have happened during that time!"

"You're right, calm down, I haven't finished yet. What you analyzed makes sense, but it's just a guess, and the conclusion depends on evidence."

Jiang Xiaoqi continued: "Do you still remember that lady said that when she mentioned the birthmark on Wei Lerong's neck, she thought it was a hickey? In fact, the original words in the questioning recording at that time were 'Oh, I see that on her collar... Thought it was a hickey'. However, whether the police take notes or the clerk records the court hearing, it is impossible to record verbatim, and there will be key summaries, otherwise the final contents of the transcript will be too complicated, so she This half question is not reflected in the documentary evidence transcript. But, it's strange, right?"

"On the collar?" Zhou Wei frowned and thought, "What's the relationship between the collar and the hickey, it's not the lipstick mark on the man's shirt."

"Can't rub lipstick marks on a woman's collar?" Jiang Xiaoqi asked back.

"The man who kissed her first kissed the woman's lipsticked mouth, then rubbed it back when it got stained? Or was it a woman who put on lipstick and then kissed another woman..." Zhou Wei showed an incredulous expression.

"Can't you?" Jiang Xiaoqi leaned over, pressed Zhou Wei on the pillow, and kissed him, "Just like this—"

Zhou Wei panted and pushed him away: "Speaking of business, why... ah? You mean, that...that person is Lesbian?"

Jiang Xiaoqi gave him a "kiss and it will definitely crash" look: "It doesn't have to be a lesbian, but it doesn't prevent others from misunderstood that she is a lesbian."

"That is to say," Zhou Wei's eyes widened, "that is to say, before he finished the sentence, there might be a lipstick mark on his collar! It's a lipstick mark..."

The lipstick marks on the collar are always reminiscent of kisses. At least half of the original partners in film and television dramas find adultery/love in this way.

Jiang Xiaoqi nodded: "It was a small summer day, and the highest temperature in Danyang was 36 degrees. If you use lipstick to fake a birthmark, the wax will melt and easily stick to your collar. Do you remember? Wei Lerong was wearing a white cotton and linen dress that day , it will be obvious when stained with other colors."

Zhou Wei tightly held Jiang Xiaoqi's hand, his palm was wet with sweat.