Warm Water Spirits

Wencuo was the first to take a seat for dinner.

Pei Zhe glanced at him.

Aunt Song didn't know what was going on between the two of them, so she asked Pei Yue and Wenwen to eat together before the meal.

Wen Cuo waved his hand, knowing it clearly: "When you leave the exhibition hall, there is a pizzeria. When you go out in the afternoon, you will make a deal with me. Now, will she let her mother pass by for nothing?"

Aunt Song smiled and greeted Jiang Yunqi who went to the study to do homework after cutting her hair.Pei Zhe went to knock on the door.

Jiang Yunqi's homework was about the same, and there were still signed weekly exam papers and ancient Chinese words to memorize. When he came out, he gave the papers to Pei Zhe.

Pei Zhe looked at the grades that were basically the same as last week, didn't say anything, took the pen and signed it on the dinner table.

Wen Cuo leaned over curiously, seeing two failing subjects and one just passing the standard, his brows immediately frowned, and he turned to stare at Jiang Yunqi.

Jiang Yunqi felt a little nervous when Wen Cuo probed his gaze.

"Go to the kitchen and help Aunt Song. Don't eat my food for nothing." Pei Zhe ordered without looking up.

Wen Cuo: "..." Then he whispered disgust: "Is there anyone like you..."

Jiang Yunqi stood at the table and didn't dare to look at Wencuo.

Pei Zhe looked as usual, signed the language and numbers and handed it to Jiang Yunqi.

Jiang Yunqi put away the papers and went back to the study and put them in his schoolbag.

Wen Cuo, who came back with a bowl of rice, couldn't help but said, "Don't you say anything? Anyway, tell me to do better in the next exam! There are no rules!"

Pei Zhe glanced at him indifferently, "Want to eat?"

Wencuo: "...I want it."

"To shut up."

"Wenwen has never passed such a test..."

After a while, Wen Cuo was still puzzled, "Are you considering finding a tutor for Jiang Yunqi? But even if it's like this, it won't come—"

"Aunt Song, three bowls of rice. Wencuo go back and eat." Pei Zhe turned to Aunt Song who was serving rice in the kitchen.

"Hey—Aunt Song, I ate it!"

Wen Cuo glanced at Jiang Yunqi who was coming out of the study, and gritted his teeth to protect the bowl of rice in front of him: "Can I shut up?"

"What did you do?" Pei Zhe dismissed.

Wencuo: "..."

Aside from Wen Cuo's ulterior motives, the meal was half-hearted, and the meal was generally quite lively.

After the meal, Wen Cuo was determined to dig out something from Pei Zhe, and when Pei Zhe moved the processed documents and laptops into the study, he blocked people in it.

Pei Zhe didn't want to pay any attention to him at all, and compared the years and various folders of previous agreement negotiations on the bookshelf, he put the documents back in their original places one by one.

"If you don't tell me, that's fine! Then I'll ask."

Wen Cuo stared closely at Pei Zhe's profile, "Have you seen Jiang Zhenghe?"

Pei Zhe remained motionless, his eyes slowly gliding across the third floor of the bookshelf.

"Even if he doesn't show his face, that person should be in the dark... Otherwise, what about the bomb?"

Wen Cuo murmured, thought for a while, and said, "Is it the hostage exchange that we talked about last time? Jiang Zhenghe sent someone to contact you again this time? Did Yun Qi know? Yun Qi is at the scene, he won't know, right? How do you-"

Wen Cuo, who hadn't expected Pei Zhe to respond in the slightest, had just finished speaking when Pei Zhe turned his head towards him.

But Pei Zhe didn't speak immediately.A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and his brows gradually turned cold. After thinking for a long time, as if he had figured out something, Pei Zhe paused word by word to Wen Cuo: "The hostage exchange is just a cover."

"Pretend?"

Pei Zhe nodded, swipe across the three rows of folders with one finger, and said very slowly: "From the beginning to the end, Jiang Zhenghe has spared no effort to awaken Yunqi's memory."

"Then why did he—"

Wen Cuo felt that he couldn't keep up, so he stretched out his fingers and scratched his temple vigorously, his eyes fell on the corner of the table, trying to recall all the things that happened before and after this time.

"Look, it's just what you told me before. From the new drug case, Jiang Zhenghe started preparing to come back. Afterwards, all of Yunqi's medical files were lost, Li Xun was followed and killed, and was almost assassinated—this is where you and your sister are. At the scene, the murderer left a message just before he fled, proposing a hostage exchange, and implying that Sun Jiarong is still alive. You refused outright—"

Wen Cuo took a deep breath, took a pen from Jiang Yunqi on the desk, tore off a page of the math draft book, and while drawing the clues, he repeated in a low voice: "You're saying it's a pretense now...then why did he do it before?" Still want to send his confidants to leave the hostage exchange conditions? Is this unnecessary? He knows that you will not agree to—”

"He didn't know then. He was probing."

Pei Zhe turned to face Wencuo, his expression more serious than before.

In the study room, only the eye-protecting desk lamp on the desk was turned on, and a clump of light was gathered to extend to Pei Zhe's side, leaving only a large group of dark shadows, shrouded in emptiness, making the already deep eyes look suddenly dark on the browbones. The bottom becomes deeper and sharper.

A clue that Wen Cuo accidentally mentioned suddenly made him understand Jiang Zhenghe's true intentions.

A few steps stepped on the carpet, making a rustling sound.

Pei Zhe approached and took the draft of the event that Wen Cuo had briefly drawn. After a careful look, he highlighted and circled the word "file" with a pen.

"From beginning to end, his goal is Yun Qi."

Pei Zhe looked at the words "drugs", "Li Xun" and "Sun Jiarong" on the paper, and spoke slowly without any hesitation: "Drugs are Jiang Zhenghe's way to get files."

"Remember the suspect who died because of drugs? We were all focused on why he went to the jacquard shop. Obviously the owner of the flower shop didn't know about drugs, and the suspect had just seen it-in fact, our starting point was wrong. We His eyes have been on whether the suspect obtained the drugs from the flower shop, but if Jiang Zhenghe is the person behind the scene, then it doesn't matter where the suspect obtained the drugs from. This is his way of concealing the truth."

"Because what Jiang Zhenghe really wants to do is to divert our attention from the black Volkswagen that suddenly caught fire."

Pei Zhe put down the draft paper, his face suddenly changed, his eyes were filled with shock, and he said calmly, "Because he was sitting in the car at that time, watching Yun Qi and me enter the mall, and then—"

"I found that Yun Qi was indifferent to his instructions."

Pei Zhe was expressionless.

He thought of the rainy shopping mall, the pool of dirty water, and the blurry figure that flashed by, that was Jiang Zhenghe.

Pei Zhe went to the window and opened the curtains. The buildings stood tall and thousands of houses were lit. In the distance was a dark night that was so thick that it swallowed everything, and the stars and the moon were also thin.

Wen Cuo's heart sank, he opened his mouth to say something, but finally felt his throat dry.

"The safest thing is to burn the car. But burning the car in public is too eye-catching, so he used the mouth of the flower shop owner and the dead to divert our attention to the source of drugs again, let us go to this line search on."

Pei Zhe lowered his head and made a phone call. After connecting, he said, "Go check the flower shop owner before. Just ask one question, has he met Jiang Zhenghe?"

After hanging up the phone, Pei Zhe continued: "Next, Jiang Zhenghe wants to understand why Yun Qi is indifferent to his instructions."

"Thus, the suspect died suddenly the next day—a botched murder. It was also a repeat of the same trick. It was to find out Yun Qi's medical files and divert the direction of the investigation. The sudden cheap performance of the incident was really easy to guide the investigation for a while. direction."

"—At that time, no one doubted that the suspect finally left from the fifteenth floor."

"Until Yunqi's medical files were lost."

Layer by layer, peeling off the cocoon.

Those clues and signs floating on the surface are considered to be the tip of the glacier in the thick fog, and the wind direction and the so-called glacier theory will guide the way forward.But when the deep sea was turbulent, the torrential rain was pouring, the mist melted into the huge waves, and when I opened my eyes again, I realized that the abyss was right in front of me.

They never left.

Wen Cuo took out the cigarette case from his pocket, walked to the window and opened it a little.The blue flame flashed suddenly, and a very faint wisp of smoke shot out from his mouth.

Wen Cuo took two quick puffs, cleared his throat, turned his head and said to Pei Zhe, who was wondering what he was thinking, "He got the medical file, and then he started to act. First of all, Li Xun who has been arranged by his side."

"Li Xun was an accident."

Pei Zhe recalled what Jiang Yunqi said after the car accident that Li Xun sent him all the way, "but it did give him a chance to try."

"Try what?"

Wen Cuo suddenly felt that there was a big net in front of him, full of suspicious loopholes as far as he could see, but when he checked around, the net had completely surrounded him.

"You also said just now that Jiang Zhenghe was probing, what exactly is he probing?"

"Use the hostage exchange to test whether I will give up on Jiang Yunqi. If I give up, he should have a second step. But I didn't, so it is logical-recovering Yunqi's memory has become the most critical bargaining chip."

Wen Zuo was silent.

The study is very quiet, and you can hear the sound of chairs being dragged and dishes colliding from the dining room.

"I wasn't worried about Jiang Yunqi's memory recovery..."

Wen Cuo looked at the light on and off between his fingers, frowned a few times and said in a low voice: "I have always felt that Pei Yue is making a fuss out of a molehill. Such a small child, I don't know what to do. And I have been with you all these years. Be nice and well, there's nothing to worry about. But now..."

Wen Cuo let out a long breath, thick white smoke drifted out of the window, the temperature was too low, and it didn't disperse for a long time.

"Jiang Zhenghe put so much effort into reminding Jiang Yunqi of the past, does that mean—"

Wen Cuo dusted off the cigarette ash, then turned to look at Pei Zhe, who was standing by the table and flipping through Jiang Yunqi's homework.

Wen Cuo didn't continue talking, and quickly finished his cigarette.

After a few seconds of silence, Wen Cuo changed his angle and said, "Why is Jiang Zhenghe so sure that Jiang Yunqi, who has recovered his memory, will be steadfast in his orders? Will he kill you?"

There was an abrupt sound of broken porcelain from outside the study.

Pei Zhe looked up, "I'll go and have a look."

Jiang Yunqi was squatting on the kitchen floor picking up broken porcelain pieces. Aunt Song was pulling him up quickly, muttering distressedly: "Are you scared? Yunqi is fine! Broken pieces are safe! A plate! Yunqi don't pick it up, be careful and hurt your hands." !"

But Jiang Yunqi's attitude was a bit strange, he kept his head down, and didn't say anything after hearing the words.

Pei Zhe glanced at him, feeling a little worried, and called out "Yun Qi".

Aunt Song turned her head and said with a smile: "Yun Qi wanted to wash for me, but accidentally dropped the dishes. It's okay, Mr. Pei."

Pei Zhe approached and reached out to pull Jiang Yunqi to him.

Jiang Yunqi suddenly raised his head, a smile flashed across his face very quickly, the corners of his mouth were curled up, looking no different from usual, "Brother Pei, I'm fine, I'm going to wash my hands."

Pei Zhe didn't let Jiang Yunqi leave, he grabbed Jiang Yunqi's arm, his eyes were focused, almost scrutinizing.

Jiang Yunqi looked at him for a moment without blinking, and lowered his head in silence a second before his eyes were bloodshot.

Pei Zhe let go after a while, patted Jiang Yunqi's head, and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

"Go."

Almost immediately, Jiang Yunqi nodded several times.The line of sight still stays at the feet.

Jiang Yunqi didn't know if Pei Zhe saw something.

Maybe you see it, maybe you don't.

However, Jiang Yunqi, who turned his back on Pei Zhe and left step by step, found that he could behave so calmly.

Jiang Yunqi walked into the bathroom.

With the click of the door closing, Jiang Yunqi collapsed and sat on the ground clutching his chest.

Pei Zhe knew that some things were unavoidable.But Jiang Yunqi, he absolutely does not allow anything to happen.

Wen Cuo also came out at this moment, "What's wrong?"

"Yun Qi dropped the plate."

Pei Zhe wanted to go to the bathroom to ask, but then he was worried that he was too nervous, which would also add to the pressure...

Pei Zhe stood where he was, and didn't listen to Wencuo's words.

Aunt Song, who was washing the dishes, saw Pei Zhe's worry and knew what Pei Zhe was thinking. After washing her hands, she said to the two people standing there, "I'll go and see Yun Qi, Mr. Pei, do you want some water?"

"No need. Aunt Song will go and have a look."

"it is good."

"—Pei Zhe!" Wen Cuo was left hanging for a while, "What were you thinking just now?"

Pei Zhe turned and went into the study, "What did you just say?"

Wen Cuo accepted his fate, and repeated his previous words: "I just suddenly remembered a question."

"what is the problem."

"Do you know how Jiang Zhenghe's arm was broken?"

Pei Zhe looked at him, "I don't know."

"The last time I saw it was a broken arm."

At this moment, Pei Zhe's cell phone rang.

The investigator on the other end of the phone acted quickly, and he would reply: "The owner of the flower shop admitted to seeing Jiang Zhenghe."