That day Jiang Chu finally said something, "Even if you will get angry after hearing it, I will say it."

"Zhou Wupu, who Xie Miao likes is his own business, not something you can control. If you really like him, you should go after him instead of targeting me."

After Jiang Chu finished speaking, he left. Zhou Wupu looked at the closed door, but he stood there without moving. Some clear and sharp memories appeared in his mind.

Just a few months ago, the night he and Xie Miao had a car accident.

Xie Miao told him personally in the car that the person he likes is Jiang Chu.

……

The pendant inside the car is a sleeping milk cat with a tiger skin pattern, and the pendant shakes back and forth with the bumps of the car.

Xie Miao was sitting in the co-pilot, staring at the road far away, "Think about what I said last time."

Knowing what he was talking about, Zhou Wupu tightened his palms holding the steering wheel, his face darkened, "Go back and talk."

Xie Miao took a deep breath: "I've already put away the things at home...Go back and get the things and leave. So let's talk in the car."

Zhou Wuforce didn't answer, if it wasn't for the lower and lower air pressure in the car, it would look no different from the two of them usually going off work at this moment.

No one spoke for a long time.

Just at this time, there was a traffic jam, and there was a long queue ahead, and the cramped and quiet atmosphere in the car was even more obvious.

Xie Miao only hoped that time could pass faster so that he could get out of such a tormenting environment earlier.

The traffic flow in front was gradually dispersed by the branch road, and the car gradually started.

Just when Xie Miao thought that Zhou Wupu would not open his mouth, the other party said: "It doesn't matter."

Two words came out of the man's mouth lightly.

Xie Miao's eyes were a little sour, and a somewhat humiliated expression appeared on his face. He pinched the seat belt inch by inch with his fingers, until his fingertips turned white.

He heard his own voice, trying to lower his voice, "Is it interesting for us to do this? I'm really tired of avoiding reporters all day, if one day——"

"Then make it public."

With an extremely calm voice, Zhou Wuceng said something that was enough for countless fans to go crazy.

However, his expression seemed to be saying something that couldn't be more normal.

Xie Miao didn't even know what to say for a moment, and was stunned.

The man said: "I've already told Hua Qiu and Chang You that we can arrange it next week at the latest."

"No," Xie Miao finally came to his senses, rebutting almost reflexively, frowned, pursed his lips and said, "I don't agree to make it public."

Zhou Wuchui said: "If you have any questions, you can ask Chang You."

"That's not the problem..."

"what is that?"

"In short, it cannot be made public..."

After a while, Zhou Wu forced to ask, "Do you have something to hide from me?"

When asked about this sentence, Xie Miao fell silent immediately, but his mood became more and more depressed.

Zhou Wupu was about to pull over and stop, when a phone call came in.

Just as Zhou Wupu was about to hang up, he heard Xie Miao's impulsive voice: "Because the person I like is Jiang Chu. I liked her from the first time I saw her. Do you have to ask me to tell you this? "

The phone kept ringing, but Zhou Wupu ignored it and turned to stare at him.

Under the night, Xie Miao's face was as pale as paper, looking at him with dark eyes, and repeated: "I like Jiang Chu. Let's break up."

A car rushed out of the corner at high speed without warning.

bang!

At the critical moment, Zhou Wu forced to use the body of the passenger car to withstand most of the impact, the tires rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound, and then everything fell into darkness.

At this time, with a "click", the door was opened from the outside.

Standing outside the door of the lounge, Xie Miao saw that Zhou Wuchang was the only person in the room, lighting a cigarette, only the burning part of the cigarette had a little flame.

Xie Miao unconsciously cleared her throat and said, "Director Yang is looking for us."

In the darkness, Zhou Wupu looked at him with silent and deep eyes, full of incomprehensible emotions.

Xie Miao didn't know why he wanted to dodge, but that was too obvious, and he didn't have such a personality, so he still stood by the door, looking directly at Zhou Wupu.

Zhou Wupu took a cigarette and walked over, brushing past him, his voice was very light, "Let's go."

Xie Miao smelled a faint smell of tobacco from him, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, as if it had been the most unforgettable smell.

The last scene of "Dripping".

Han Fu brought a group of police officers to Liang's house.

When they opened the basement of Liang's house, the whole scene was very weird.

The wet floor was covered with water, and there was a huge white bathtub in the middle of the room.

If it weren't for the pungent smell of formalin permeating the whole room, Liang Rou lay in it and looked as peaceful as if she had fallen asleep.

The temperature in the entire basement is extremely low, and there is a trace of cold air, but in such a hot summer, it makes people sweat coldly on their foreheads.

Chen Gan was dumbfounded and said, "This... who did this."

But Han Fu knew very well in his heart that there was no doubt that the basement was in such a secret place, and only Liang Jin, who knew the Liang family well, would know the secret.

A few bunches of tied white roses were placed in front of the bathtub, and many petals fell on the ground and in the bathtub.

With such an arrangement, Liang Rou was painstakingly hidden, and the body was preserved to the best possible extent. Anyone could see that Liang Jin had some unusual feelings for his sister.

Liang Jin always knew that Liang Rou had died a long time ago, but he still went to the police station to call the police, and even asked them to find Liang Rou over and over again, emphasizing that she was just missing.

As long as the police are still looking for someone, Liang Jin can comfort himself that his sister is not dead.

Over there, Chen Gan was still calling for the forensic doctor to come over quickly, but Han Fu, who knew the most about this matter, had already figured it out a lot, but for a while, there were too many clues in his mind, occasionally mixed with the flashing words of the young man. The face is delicate and simple.

He was still wearing the clothes Liang Jin prepared for him in the morning.

Everything this morning was actually very abnormal.

Han Fu thought that Liang Jin was alone at home now, and suddenly felt very uneasy.

Ignoring Chen Gan's shout behind him, Han Fu hurried back all the way.

The only thing about this matter that Han Fu didn't want to think deeply about was that since Liang Jin had feelings for Liang Rou, what exactly was he?

On the way, Han Fu received a call, and Chen Qian's voice came from there.

"Old Han, we found a painting in Liang Rou's room... It seems to be someone she has a crush on." At the end, Chen Qian suddenly became a little hesitant.

Han Fu asked, "Who is it?"

"……It's you."

When Han Fu heard these words, his heart skipped a beat.

There is also a sycamore tree downstairs in Han Fu's house. In fact, this kind of tree can be seen everywhere in the city, and it has tenacious vitality.

As soon as Han Fu arrived downstairs, he looked up and saw Liang Jin wearing a clean white shirt, standing on the edge of the balcony. His figure was as thin as a leaf, and he was about to collapse when the wind blew.

Han Fu's heart almost stopped at that moment, and he yelled at him: "Liang Jin!"

Liang Jin didn't seem to hear this sentence, and took a step forward.

Until passers-by suddenly exclaimed, everything happened in an instant.

Han Fu witnessed Liang Jin committing suicide by jumping off the building in front of him.

Before dying, Liang Jin said the last sentence.

Sister, I finally became like you.

Become the way you love him.

The police found the suicide note left by Liang Jin, which was written to Han Fu.

Han Fu opened the thin letter paper, and he seemed to be able to vaguely see Liang Jin's appearance when he wrote this letter.

Han Fu, in fact, I have always hated you.

My sister was taken away by you.

It was obviously a rainy day, so she may not come back outside, but she must come back to see you, and it is useless for me to persuade you.None of this would have happened without you.

I deliberately seduced you, from the very beginning to revenge you, to let you know what it feels like to be cheated and betrayed.

Now you feel it.

Liang Jin's last pen

Rather than saying it is a suicide note, it is better to say that this is Liang Jin's last revenge.

Like a knife inserted into the body, the wound is deep enough to show the bone.

Ever since Han Fu knew that Liang Rou had liked him, he had vaguely guessed it.

In fact, he once felt Liang Jin's hostility towards him sometimes.

But this feeling was diluted by the later intimate relationship, so he didn't care.

The forensic examination of Liang Rou's body showed that there was an impact mark on the back of Liang Rou's head, which was her fatal injury.

It can be inferred that Liang Rou fell down the stairs on the second floor of the house, resulting in an accidental death.

Liang Rou came back from outside in the rain to see Han Fu passing by the window.

But Han Fu finally looked at the date and found that it was a rainy day, and he didn't go to the police station at all.

Liang Jin blamed Han Fu for everything, but the story was wrong from the beginning.

This is the dripping truth.

Han Fu didn't believe it.

He had some intimate words with Liang Jin before, but Liang Jin never responded to him, nor looked directly at his questions.

But that doesn't mean he wasn't tempted.

Han Fu didn't believe a single word of Liang Jin's letter.

Later, Han Fu saw the painting that the police found in Liang Rou's room.

In the lower right corner is a delicate signature with the word Liang Rou written on it.

Han Fu could tell at a glance that this was painted by Liang Jin disguised as Liang Rou at his home.

And there are two lines of writing on the back of the painting.

【I love you deeply, but I am deeply desperate.

Deep despair, but can't stop loving you. 】

It's Liang Jin's handwriting.

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