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He was doing drugs and later he took out the syringe and I tried to stop him but failed. "

"So you witnessed his death?"

Jin Zhongda closed his eyes and nodded: "Yes."

"Mr. Jin, you cannot be cleared of your suspicion now, because you were present when he died. If what you said is true, we may have to wait until all the results come out before we can clear you up."

"I understand, officer, what I'm telling is the truth, and I won't lie about this matter."

The police officer nodded, cleared his throat and continued to ask, "Do you still remember what Song Ping said to you?"

"Song Ping...he's blaming me...we, saying we shouldn't provoke him, and saying that no one can save him."

"'We'? Can you explain that word?"

Jin Zhongda frowned: "In the beginning it was Yixing, Zhang Yixing met him first, and later we played together occasionally, and there were a few other friends."

"Can you provide me with a list of these people? Just in case."

Jin Zhongda's lawyer interjected: "Officer, this is the preliminary investigation stage, and this question is not appropriate."

The police officer was obviously dissatisfied with missing an opportunity, and pouted impatiently: "I see, so the next question, what is your relationship with Song Ping?"

"We..." Jin Zhongda closed his eyes, remembering Song Ping's kiss on his knuckles: "We are friends, or I thought we were friends."

The knuckles of that finger were still slightly hot, Jin Zhongda had no time to wash his hands, and Song Ping's blood was still in the skin lines.

He walked out of the police station, gently whirled the blood with his thumb, then raised it to his mouth, sticking out his tongue to roll the scarlet blood into his mouth.

"Song Ping, I'm sorry."

When Byun Baekhyun received the group message from Park Chanyeol, he was resting in the apartment with Oh Sehun. He sat up suddenly and kicked off the blanket covering his legs.

Wu Shixun obviously also saw the message, but he didn't care about anything else, he stepped forward to hold Baekhyun's shoulder: "Baekhyun?"

"Song Ping...he's just like this..." Bian Boxian never thought that a fresh life would suddenly die beside him, and the fear of death swept his whole body.

"I'll call Brother Chanyeol tomorrow to ask about the details, don't think about it, just don't think about it."

Bian Boxian gradually calmed down under his comfort, but he still couldn't get rid of the sudden fear.

Wu Shixun frowned to suppress the unhappiness in his heart, put aside the business he was supposed to discuss with Bian Boxian, embraced him in his arms, and comforted him silently.

Do Kyungsoo in the library clicked on the information, glanced at it, packed up his things and went outside, and called Kim Junmyeon: "Did you see the information?"

"I saw it."

"Chanyeol didn't clarify the specific situation. I'm worried that Brother Yixing and Zhong Da will be involved too deeply."

"Kyungsoo, you are so ruthless, don't you mourn Song Ping's death?"

"Me? You don't too, why do you pretend to be sad for insignificant people?"

Just after getting off the plane, Kim Jong-in and Kim Min-seok put down their phones and smiled relaxedly.

"It's finally over." Kim Jong-in shrugged, stood in the smoking room and handed Kim Min-seok a cigarette.

Jin Minshuo bit the cigarette in his mouth and lit it, took a deep breath and said: "Jong Ren, you are wrong, it's not the end, but the beginning."

"Brother is right, this is just the beginning."

CH31

When I opened my eyes, it was also boundless black.

Song Ping's lifeless appearance on the ground, his gray fingers, blood-oozing lips, and forearm full of pinholes gradually turned into a whirlpool that kept rolling.

"Brother Yixing?"

"Yixing...wake up."

Zhang Yixing struggled a bit in his sleep, but he still couldn't wake up.

The evening wind in September in S city was blowing, he sat in the back seat and looked at Song Ping, who had two or three injuries on his face, who was cautious but very emotional.

"Brother Yixing."

"Yixing? You're having a nightmare."

On Christmas Eve, Song Ping sat across from him, talking to Bian Boxian about the Premier League team for next season, while stuffing a large piece of pizza into his mouth.Zhang Yixing forked a large piece of lasagna for him and put it on the plate, in exchange for a smile from the other party.

"Thank you, Brother Yixing."

"Yixing? It's okay, it's okay, I'm here."

Song Ping broke free from his hand and put down his sleeves. Under the reflection of the neon lights, his face was like a ghost.

"Zhang Yixing, I wish you a happy death."

"Yi Xing!"

He finally woke up from the darkness, sitting on the sofa panting heavily.

Park Chanyeol hugged him from behind: "Yixing, it's okay, it's okay."

Zhang Yixing raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but touched the tears on his face.

"It's okay, don't think about it anymore." Park Chanyeol's chest was pressed against his back, and he allowed himself to hand over the supporting initiative to the other party.

Park Chanyeol's heartbeat coincided with his, and in the silence there were only his unrelieved panting and Park Chanyeol's murmured words.

"Chanyeol..." Zhang Yixing turned and leaned against him, "I can't miss him."

Patting the other party's hand lightly, Park Chanyeol tried his best to put away the unhappiness in his heart, and comforted him softly: "Yixing...it's all over."

"In the past? That's right, human lives are gone."

He just couldn't understand Zhang Yixing's appearance: "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"I killed him! If it wasn't for me, how could he have entered this circle and become like this?"

Park Chanyeol stood up, turned his back to him and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table: "It's not like you don't know what he did, he cheated money, he took drugs, you instigated him? You don't have to blame yourself."

"But that's me too..."

"It's not you! Zhang Yixing, you better figure out the situation now, because of Song Ping, you may be framed for drug trafficking! Don't put yourself in it because of Song Ping!"

Park Chanyeol's words were hidden in the rising white smoke, and the nicotine couldn't calm him down. Instead, his lips trembled because of anger and anxiety.

"A Song Ping? That's a human life! Song Ping is not an insignificant person!"

Zhang Yixing stood up with fists clenched, and corrected Park Chanyeol word by word.

"What about you? Because he went to jail? Because he committed an inexplicable crime? You know what those media say better than me!"

"I……"

Park Chanyeol directly snuffed out the cigarette butt on his finger, not caring about the high temperature scalding his fingertips, he walked over and squeezed Zhang Yixing's shoulder fiercely: "Zhang Yixing, you need to know what you should do now! I said trust me, follow me Say it and do it!"

"False testimony according to what you said?! This kind of thing was found out! I might as well tell the truth!" Zhang Yixing pushed Park Chanyeol hard, and he staggered two steps.

Park Chanyeol spat on the ground: "Have you figured it out, Song Ping met you the night before he died to frame you! Don't think so well of him! To be honest, he will only get you in!"

Zhang Yixing was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his pale cheeks were flushed with anger, Park Chanyeol squeezed his shoulder with a little more force, and he groaned in pain.

"False testimony is the only way out... I asked the lawyers of the Pu family and the Zhang family, and there is a seamless solution," he continued in a soft voice, "Yixing, can you trust me? I won't let you Those who are hurt, you are the last person who needs atonement."

Zhang Yixing's mood is as messy and smoky as this room, he certainly understands that Park Chanyeol is the one who will harm him the least, but the guilt towards Song Ping makes him struggle on the edge of moral boundaries.

Song Ping is right, they will not die well, they should all go to hell.

But definitely not now, he can't fall down here.

He raised his head slightly, looked into Park Chanyeol's eyes and said, "Do it, tell me what to say."

Park Chanyeol kissed the top of his hair: "Thank you for coming back."

Two lovers who seem to be drifting away embrace each other, and what is deafening is each other's heartbeat, but is this an inaudible noise, or a guide to get out of the maze?

While Zhang Yixing made up his mind, Seoul was also in chaos.

Zhang's mother didn't often ask her eldest son to come back for dinner. She made a surprise attack and called the eldest son's assistant at four o'clock in the afternoon.

After getting an affirmative answer, Zhang's mother urged the kitchen to add a few more dishes.

The eldest son lived in Seoul since he was a child, and he didn’t often eat Chinese food. He only ate too much corn rib soup. Today, Zhang’s mother cooked the pork ribs and skimmed the blood to remove the smell. She sat in the kitchen and watched the casserole on the fire. Serve with this delicious soup.

The clock turned eight o'clock, and the eldest son and her husband entered the house together. The eldest son, who was rarely taken care of at the table, ate this meal for nearly an hour and a half. He wiped his mouth with a napkin when Father Zhang put down his chopsticks and returned to the room.

"Mom, I'll take care of Yixing."

Zhang's mother nodded, and poured some red wine for him: "Your brother is too simple, easy to be deceived, you should pay more attention to him."

What the eldest son said to his mother was clear: "Don't worry, mother, I will definitely not shame the Zhang family."

After hearing this, Zhang's mother was relieved, clinked glasses with her eldest son and drank the wine in the glass.

After dinner, the eldest son was sent away, and Zhang's mother went for a walk in the yard. On the third lap, she received a call from Zhang's family's legal assistant in S City: "Madam, young master, he..."

After listening to these words patiently, her fingernails almost bleed from the palm of her hand: "Find someone to distract him, we can't let them stay together!"

"But ma'am, the young master is in a bad mood, I'm afraid I'll dismiss the young master of the Pu family at this time..."

"Do as I say, don't worry about Yixing's emotions."

The other end of the phone answered obediently, and Zhang's mother tore a rose from a bush, rubbed it in her hands and crushed it: "It's a worthless thing.