dark crossing

In the evening, Chu Huainan answered the phone. He was temporarily invited to a dinner at another nearby private manor.

There was no way to have dinner together, Shen Ting happened to have no appetite, so he stayed in the room alone to read the closing report of Xu Xiaoxiao's case.

At five or six o'clock, Lin Youband knocked on his door.

"Huainan is not here, do you want to have dinner with us?" He asked friendly.

"No, I'm not hungry." Shen heard, "I'd rather read in my room than have dinner."

As if wanting to prove that he was really addicted to novels, he raised the ghost novel in his hand, "Go and eat, enjoy your meal, good night."

Lin Youban also said goodnight to him politely, and before leaving, he also thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

There was a case report in the ghost novel, and Shen Ting marked a few doubtful points on it with a pencil that he thought had not been resolved.

According to the investigation, Xu Xiaoxiao once mentioned that the self-proclaimed domestic zombies came from his line. His original name was Gao Qiang. security chief.

In addition to on-site security, he is also responsible for some customer reception and "product" reception.After Xu Xiaoxiao's death, Gao Qiang and several other club staff who had been in contact with Xu Xiaoxiao suddenly resigned from their jobs in Bliss and went to other places to develop.

With such a sudden personnel change, it is hard to believe that bliss has nothing to do with Xu Xiaoxiao's death.

But the Lei Yaoping who hit and killed Xu Xiaoxiao has always insisted that he accidentally hit and killed him since he came to the case.And his previous psychiatric appraisal report process was compliant, and his medical records and hospital records were seamless.

The police could not find any flaws in it. In the end, he was sentenced for causing death in a traffic accident and had escaped circumstances. However, since he was the person responsible for restricting his behavioral capacity, he was given a lenient sentence, and his sentence was only six years.

As for the Alice that Xu Xiaoxiao mentioned, even though Jiang Zhi and his team dug three feet into the ground, they couldn't find her.

Shen Ting frowned slightly.

If Xu Xiaoxiao's death was an accident, he was the first to not believe it.

The child raised by Lei Yaoping and Heping Li has passed the dangerous period.In the face of repeated questioning by the police, this old Jianghu who came out to work in his teens insisted that he knew nothing about his "boyfriend".

Shen Ting also noticed that Lei Yaoping, who killed Xu Xiaoxiao, and Wu Ling, who held a gun to kill him in Yueqing Mountain, had both been treated in a mental hospital called "Kangren".

After discovering this "coincidence", Chen Cong immediately cooperated with the relevant departments in charge of medical treatment to make a surprise inspection of the hospital.But the result is that Kangren Psychiatric Hospital is very formal, and because of its public welfare nature, it is well-known among patients from poor families.

The process is formal, the fees are low, the doctors are responsible, and the nurses have a good attitude.This psychiatric hospital that produced two "killers" was impeccable in the background investigation report.

Around 06:30, the doorbell rang.Shen Ting put the book upside down on the desk, got up and opened the door.

There was an apologetic cleaner standing outside the door.

A guest reported that the fragrance nozzle connected to the fresh air system was blocked, which caused a peculiar smell in the room. He came to clear the pipe and add fragrance oil.

"I'm really sorry to bother you." The cleaner in uniform bowed sincerely.

Shen Ting didn't move but still blocked the door and didn't let him in: "Come to add essential oil so late?"

"I'm sorry, our fragrance pipes are not independent, so each room needs to be unblocked, and it only takes a few minutes of your time."

"Let me take a look at the work permit, and ask your front desk to call to verify it." Shen Ting looked down at the other person with one hand propped on the door frame, "There are quite a few people who want to kill me recently." He half-truthfully Jokingly, "I'm quite afraid of death, so it's better to be cautious."

The waiter didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This room was reserved internally. It was either the boss or the boss's guests. He couldn't offend anyone. According to Shen Ting's request, the cleaner immediately notified the manager.

Five minutes later, the manager on duty, with a smile on his face, scolded the cleaning staff for disturbing the guest's rest in front of Shen Ting.

Shen listened to the surprisingly good speech, and turned sideways to indicate that they could all go in.

It's just a change of fragrance. Since it's true, there's no need to add obstacles to other people's work.

The essential oil is a special blend of chamomile and citrus. The fresh scent of flowers and melons really refreshes the air in the room.

Shen Ting sat back at the desk and continued to read the documents. After a few minutes of reading, the doorbell rang again.

What the hell?What day is today?Why is there always someone knocking on the door.He simply closed the book and stood up impatiently.

The one who knocked on the door was the administrative butler who was dedicated to serving the suite. He held a courier box in his hand and said respectfully, "Mr. Song, your courier."

"Mine?" Shen Ting raised her eyebrows.No one at Song Ci knew that he and Chu Huainan were here, so how could someone send a courier to "Song Ci"?

"It's yours." The butler pointed to the column of the recipient. It was indeed written Song Ci, and even the room number was correct, but the recipient's phone number was filled in at the front desk.

Shen Ting took it with one hand, closed the door before opening it vigilantly.

There are no dangerous items such as bombs inside. It looks like a book in outline, wrapped with several layers of bubble wrap, and packed very thickly.

Shen Ting opened it and took a look, the expression on his face immediately became solemn.

This is a diary.

Strictly speaking, this is a facsimile of a handwritten diary.

Even if you don't read the inscription on the inside page, you can recognize it just by listening to the handwriting. The owner of the diary is Chen Feng, who was brutally murdered and dismembered by Li Songyuan a few months ago. His head has not been found yet.

This diary should never have appeared in Song Ci's hands.Shen Ting's heart shuddered, and the dull pain of seeing the relics of the elders and the panic of being misplaced as an undercover agent swept over at once.

His expression was still calm, but the fingers holding the paper turned slightly white due to excessive force.

In the face of difficulties, Shen Ting's psychological quality has always been strong, and with the attitude of being at peace with what comes, he opened the diary that had disappeared from Chen Feng's house.

……

When receiving the call from Shen Ting, Chu Huainan was chatting with his long-lost friend on the balcony with a wine glass.

The humidity in the air is very high, and the wind blows on the face with warm moisture, as if it is going to rain.

Chu Huainan put the wine glass on the waiter's tray, and his gentle attitude and soft tone when he answered the phone made the friends beside him very curious.

"Sister-in-law?" The other party silently mouthed at him.

Chu Huainan covered the phone like a treasure and nodded at him, waving his hand to signal him to stay away.

It is rare for a capitalist to be ungrateful, and the expelled friend became even more curious, and turned to ask Chu Huainan's cousin, Chu Qiubai, who was also at the banquet.

As a surgeon, Chu Qiubai didn't drink much in the past, but recently he was always drunk in every situation, and now he was almost drunk, his thin cheeks were flushed with drunkenness, and he laughed contemptuously: "Sister-in-law? The horoscope has not been written yet, I think this kid seems to be in unrequited love, and he is still far away from the consummation of his merits and virtues."

Chu Qiubai is of average quality, and after drinking, he always speaks surprisingly, "My younger brother has always been admired by the stars, and there is no one around him! This time it is a hard bone, how can we say that Feng Shui turns around? He is the newspaper of the present world."

"What's wrong with me, can't you expect me to order something good?" Chu Huainan came back from the phone with a bad complexion and an angry tone: "What's better than me? Is it because you're such an adult that you don't have a family? I at least There is still a direction to work on, what about you? If you don’t let me go, I won’t bother to help you deal with the old lady in the future. You can deal with it yourself.”

Chu Qiubai was taken aback by his drinking, and stared at him with half a glass of wine.

Anyway, I don't have the mood to attend the next banquet.

Shen Ting called suddenly, saying that he had to leave urgently, but no matter how much he asked, he didn't let go of what happened.

Chu Huainan had no choice but to coax and comfort him, saying, "It's getting dark, I'm definitely worried about you being alone at this point."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you for 10 minutes." Shen Ting replied dryly.

Chu Huainan didn't know what happened to him, but he felt that something must have happened, and it was a big deal.

He knew that Shen Ting could bear it. Although the tone of the phone call just now was flat, the voice was as crisp as broken glass, which made his heart skip a beat.

Ten minutes later, the surprisingly efficient capitalist had already returned to the room.

Along the way, the driver, who is used to winking, drives the car very fast. When waiting for the red light, he only regrets that there is no auxiliary propeller on the roof so that it can be used as a helicopter.

There are three minutes and 10 seconds left before the agreed two and ten minutes.

Shen Ting didn't leave, and sat in front of the long desk at the far end of the reception room of the suite, with a stack of thick papers in his hand, turning over page by page.

As if out of some secret considerations, only one reading light on the desk was turned on in the room.The ups and downs of his face were cut into the dim yellow light of the night, and the contrast was extraordinarily clear and deep.

The face of the young man who looked down at the book was very calm, but the sharp-eyed Chu Huainan noticed that his lips were trembling slightly.

Chu Huainan, who walked quickly for a long distance without panting, at this moment his heart and lungs trembled along with the other's lips.

He didn't speak, and even his footsteps were as light as possible, like a calm cheetah approaching gracefully.

As soon as the person entered the door, Shen Ting, who was keen, had already noticed something. He raised his head and saw that it was Chu Huainan, and then lowered his eyes again numbly.

This diary is like a vicious dog rushing towards him, tearing apart his long-standing belief with its jagged fangs.

This is a disaster.

The armor of glory was torn apart, and the indomitable Superman was also dimmed. Under the mask of the hero, there was a desolate, ghost-like, hypocritical face like a clown.

In this situation shrouded in a huge conspiracy, no one can escape completely.

That vicious dog tore open everything bloody, took out one after another a heart that was willing to give all its enthusiasm for justice, and swallowed the blood called faith with its huge mouth.

Every word, every sentence, is like a thorn sharpened by a knife.

Those who hold salaries for everyone have frozen to death in the wind and snow.

He who paved the way for freedom has died in thorns.

"What happened?" Chu Huainan asked softly.

It's nothing, Shen Ting thought, but suddenly discovered that everything he believed in turned out to be false.