This situation

The area of ​​nearly [-] square meters is completely connected, except for the kitchen, bathroom, and balcony which are separated by walls, and the entire room is only separated by a few large screens.At night, the spring wind blows the fragrance of leaves and flowers and blows the curtains in the room.The curtains are all plant-dyed fabrics, and wherever the wind blows, it is full of charming begonia spring//color.There is a freshly delivered bamboo and green curtain on Luohan's bed. It seems that the owner is going to wait until early summer to replace it.A basket of bergamot is placed on the small bedside table, blowing in the wind, the fragrance is overflowing.

It's too late to praise the owner's extraordinary taste, but he is attracted by the owner's extraordinary temperament first, and almost everyone who sees the owner will say: "Ah, what a handsome beauty." Admiration.He behaves politely, has a gentle smile, and speaks modestly, as if God created him to add color to the world.

At this time, the owner of the house was in the room, gently stroking the soft and slightly curly long hair of the person in front of him.The movements are gentle, the eyes are focused, like treating your own bride.

It was a young woman with a generous mature face, between 27 and [-], sitting on a wooden chair, her arms were fixed to the handle of the wooden chair by ties obediently, and there was also a white spot between her ankles. Ties are attached.When the owner of the house sniffed her long hair, he shook his head, with an expression of chagrin, remorse, compulsive composure and panic trying to hide.

The owner of the house was not even half annoyed by her struggle, but touched her face lovingly. "Jiayan, don't try to resist your fate. If your fortune teller is here, he will tell you that fate is called fate because it cannot be resisted. No matter how you choose, how to escape, how to try to change, It will all come back to your destiny in the end."

The person imprisoned in the wooden chair is none other than Song Jiayan, Xuanming's former consultant.In this way, the name of the owner of the house is also ready to be revealed.

"Why?" Song Jiayan asked.Ever since she realized that she was being imprisoned by her boyfriend Chu An, she has been trying to keep calm and keep talking to Chu An, trying to find a breakthrough.She didn't know what Chu An was going to do, she only remembered that Xuan Ming had warned her that this handsome, almost perfect man was dangerous.At that time, she laughed it off, thinking that the neurotic visitor who kept saying that she liked her was ridiculous, just as she felt ridiculous now.

"Why? Your fortune teller will tell you that this is why fate is called fate, even if there is no reason." Chu An also laughed.

"No, I mean, why did you do this." The more Chu An smiled as gently as usual, the more desperate Song Jiayan became.In front of such a normal yet abnormal Chu An, she seems destined to have only one dead end.But how to die is another question.Was he humiliated and brutally tortured and killed, or died happily?She hoped that even if she was about to die, it would not be so painful.Even, she still had a trace of innocent luck, or what can be called a desperate whimsy, that the guy named Xuan Ming could sense her situation a little bit, and fell from the sky to save her.With desperate expectations, she tried her best to deal with Chu An, using her professional knowledge.

"I like your hair, even though she is not the most beautiful hair in the world that makes my heart move. Once, there was a woman with beautiful hair, the most beautiful I have ever seen, so soft, but why did she cut it off? It's gone." Thinking of that hair, Chu An showed nostalgia, "You still want to ask, why do I like beautiful hair, so I want to keep them for myself?"

Touching Song Jiayan's head, Chu An smiled again: "Don't you have a special discussion on the reason? It may be genetics, congenital genes, or it may be caused by the original family. Who knows. I think it may be due to genes. Some, after all...after all these years, no matter who I become, this will never change."

"I think you think that person's hair is the most beautiful, just because she cut it off." If Song Jiayan had known that this scene would happen, Song Jiayan would have shaved off all her hair without hesitation.

Chu An thought for a while and said, "Not exactly. There was also a woman who cut my favorite hair and sent it to others. I didn't think that hair was the most beautiful at all, but I was very angry."

"Maybe the point is that she sent someone away."

Chu An laughed, "Maybe." Under such circumstances, Song Jiayan was brave enough to be able to talk to him about this, although this would not help change the established fate.He was never stingy with praise, and right now, he praised Song Jiayan.

Song Jiayan found it very ironic, if he had one-tenth of what he praised, he would have listened to Xuanming's warning in the first place.Dangerous, not a good person, restless and kind.All left behind by her, she still thinks Xuan Ming is boring and childish.The woman she met at the police station had also warned her that her friend had been with Chu An before disappearing.Heh, so will I become a missing person?Someone who has been missing for many years is still missed and searched for, what about yourself?Would anyone, other than family, look for her like that woman looked for her friends?

"You did the case that you went to the police station to assist in the investigation before?"

When Shi Wu was mentioned, Chu An was a little annoyed, and stopped searching for things, but he still replied in a good temper: "Unplanned, that person is not my target. She found that I was following the woman she liked, and said It's ridiculous that she approached me only because she knew I was interested in someone she liked. She likes to meddle like her friends."

"Her friend? The woman who has been looking for her, Qian Suosuo?"

"Well, Qian Suosuo, that stupid woman, they should meet in the underworld now."

"You... killed her too?"

"She always troubles me, what do you think I should do?" Chu An said helplessly, he doesn't like killing people, but that woman has been chasing after her for many years, and she seems to have found some clues.He couldn't let her ruin his life, so he had to deal with her. "Actually, I don't quite understand the friendship between you women. She has been looking for a murderer for many years for her friend, but it's a pity that she went in the wrong direction. But these women are also very interesting. Shi Wu likes Fang Congwen, and Qian Suo Suo likes Shi Wu, but Fang Congwen..." Chu An laughed.He took out various tools and a thick, old and often refurbished notepad. "Fang Congwen actually fell in love with a little girl who was 20 years younger than her, and that little girl was born by herself."

"She fell in love with her daughter?" Although the counselor was well-informed, Song Jiayan could hardly digest Chu An's words. "incest!"

"No, no, no." Chu An looked at Song Jiayan in surprise, because of the undisguised excitement and disdain in her tone. "Having a child does not mean that the child is your own daughter. Surrogacy, you can have no blood relationship with yourself."

"But..." Song Jiayan couldn't figure out how to fall in love even though she knew she was the one who gave birth.

click.After cutting off a bunch of hair, Chu An smiled slightly, "Openmind, I have a chance to see more of this diverse world."

Have the opportunity?Does she still have a chance?Is there still life?But immediately, Chu An extinguished the fragile flame of hope.

"Unfortunately, there is no chance. I'm sorry. But there is no need to be too sorry. According to my understanding of people, people rarely look at the world without their own narrow vision." Open the notepad, turn to the page with Song Jiayan's photo, Put the bundled hair into it, and then write something.Song Jiayan's phone rang, which was the default ringtone of Apple's phone, which was no surprise.

Finding the phone from Song Jiayan's bag, Chu An glanced at it.

"Liu Cong".

This name... Heh, it's the fortune teller who gave him a sense of oppression.

Suddenly Chu An smiled meaningfully: "Your work phone number and personal phone number are separated. This Liu Cong is that Xuanming, your visitor. She has your private number, and you have saved her number in the private number Jiayan, it seems that I still don't know you well enough."

As Chu An said, Song Jiayan has always separated work and life, and she will not give visitors a private number.She had no time to think about why Xuan Ming had this number, and at this juncture, did such a person call her, implying that she would bring her a little life.

"Why did this evil fortune teller call you at this time?" Apparently Chu An also thought of this question, "If she saved you, would you fall in love with her? Or do you have a dislike for her in the first place?" ? Woman, it's really interesting."

When the phone rings a certain number of times, the system will prompt that there is no answer.The phone quieted down, and the surroundings were silent, only Chu An's pleasant laughter, rustling, some people said that rattlesnakes in the desert would make similar sounds. "There is a piece of news that you must not know. Your fortune teller has a beautiful police girlfriend. Why do girls like girls now?"

"Maybe there are too many perverted men." Song Jiayan stared at his phone, hoping to call again.But so what if the call came, that Xuan Ming was so powerful that he knew she was in danger and rushed to rescue her?

Taking out the scalpel, anesthesia needle, and gloves from the neat cloth bag, the phone rang again, this time it was WeChat, or Xuan Ming.When adding WeChat, Song Jiayan reluctantly dragged Xuan Ming into the blacklist for a while, and released Xuan Ming from the blacklist after a while after the consultation.

"Why don't we come and hear what the fortune teller is looking for you for? Do you want to continue consulting with you, or do you never forget you." Chu An pressed the play button.

Cong Liu: "Are you taking a shower or are you doing something else? Whatever it is, call me back, it's life or death."

Life or death?Is it the life and death of Song Jiayan or the life and death of the fortune teller?Chu An frowned.It's really haunting.

Another message.Liu Cong: "Your surname is Song, you are dead already. Let you stay away from masculinity and don't listen. Well, now I just wait for me to collect your body. Just wait for me!"

The evil fortune teller knows Song Jiayan's location?Chu An glanced at Song Jiayan, who seemed to have hope, and immediately restrained himself with surprise on his face, his face darkened.

He had to admit that after living for so long, he still didn't understand women.Why does Song Jiayan still have Xuanming's contact information?Why was Xuan Ming able to find her?Could it be that he was exposed?In Shi Wu's case, he was interrogated by a policewoman who was Xuan Ming's girlfriend.Is this the connection?Chu An looked at his watch, frowning deeply. There was not enough time to finish the rest.

He has always made a decisive decision, quickly put the tools into the cloth bag, and threw the notepad, wallet, and documents into the bag.I can't take this place anymore, I've been running around all year round, and it's not a pity that I don't have a place to live.

The only thing that makes him feel pity is the unacquired hair.Anyway, this is not the most beautiful thing he has ever met.

"Song Jiayan, you're lucky. There will be a date later."

Song Jiayan watched Chu An smile gently at her, opened the door and left calmly, collapsed on the chair, almost incontinent.

Who wants to have a date with him later.