Epigenetic

In the next two days, Zhu Weixing asked the five accounts about Fu Wei.The junior seemed to have already greeted him, and they were polite and knowledgeable to Zhu Weixing.The first four were unclear about Fu Wei's recent situation, and only said that he had no contact with his old classmates after graduation, nor had he attended the class reunion.I asked until the last person. The other person went back to Baige High School to visit the homeroom teacher last month, chatted with the teacher, and happened to mention Fu Wei.The head teacher regretfully revealed that the child was no longer there.

Zhu Weixing's heart sank, and he hurriedly asked what was going on.

The man said that the teacher also spoke vaguely, as if the cause of death was not simple, the police did not disclose the truth, and the family members did not want to speak out for some reason, so the news of Wei's death was covered up, and few people knew about it.But he was very sure that the news of Fu Wei's death was true. Because of his surprise, he asked him several times, but the teacher always answered in the affirmative.

That day Zhu Weixing thought about it all afternoon, at one moment she was determined to figure it out, but at another moment she felt that even the police couldn't figure it out, what could she do, and her mood was complicated.

In the evening, when I went to the wasteland to practice the flute, I was still thinking about it, and I played several notes in a row.

Then it was hit by a stone again.

He didn't hit his body, but hit the ground a few centimeters away from his toes.

There is no one else with such superb skills. Zhu Weixing looked up and quickly locked the pitcher who was sitting under the crooked wall.

It was already dark, and Jiang Yi's face was half hidden and half blurred, and he couldn't see clearly, not sure if he was getting angry again because of the disturbing flute.

I wish MSI would come here to practice every day, the wasteland is dark and dirty, there are many mosquitoes, there is no one else but him.It was obvious that Jiang Yi was trying to find fault with him when he fought for the territory before. After meeting him for the first time, Zhu Weixing never met him again. I don't know what kind of interest this person has become today, and he greeted him as soon as he came.

"Your teacher is a lobster? Being deaf and blind can teach you like this? Playing so badly every day?" Jiang Yi gave a harsh evaluation of his performance.

Zhu Weixingxin said that he is a lobster, but he never taught me.

But today he is really in a bad state. After confirming that Fu Wei is dead, he has been thinking about who might be behind the account of [Domineering]?What is the connection with Meng Ji and himself?

I can't figure it out, I can only sigh.

When he looked up, he saw Jiang Yi standing in front of him at some point, staring at him firmly.

"Wandering soul? Do you think I'm a fake?" Jiang Yi was dissatisfied.

Zhu Weixing hurriedly said: "I saw you, do you have something to tell me?"

Jiang Yi frowned: "Who has something to say to you?! Your microphone?"

All right, Zhu Weixing lowered his head and wiped his flute.

Jiang Yi, who ignored him, began to swing around in circles, kicking the rock that had just been thrown with crackling noises, giving him a sense of presence.

Zhu Weixing maintains the instrument without looking sideways, closes the lid of the box and prepares to leave, but just as he steps forward, he hears a shout behind him.

"Walk."

Jiang Yi passed Zhu Weixing and went to another trail.

After walking a few steps and seeing no one following him, he turned his head angrily, "Why are you standing there?"

Zhu Weixing asked: "Where are you going?"

"I will never sell you."

Guessing that this person can't say anything good, Zhu Weixing thought about it, picked up the flute case and followed behind.

Jiang Yi walks very fast, even though he is stepping on slippers and the soles of his feet landed silently. It is completely different from the aura of the typhoon passing by him at home. He looks like a nocturnal cat, walking lightly and without obstacles at night.Zhu Weixing couldn't keep up with his speed, and almost tripped over the debris in the alley when turning a corner, and his shoulder hit the wall with a soft sound.

He didn't cry out.The person in front slowed down.

"Tsk," I could feel Jiang Yi's dislike even without seeing his expression clearly, "I fainted while standing, fell down when I climbed a tree, and stumbled while walking? Do you want me to hug you?"

Zhu Weixing didn't answer, just rubbed his shoulders, and asked again: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Yi still didn't answer, and continued to move forward, but his pace was twice as slow.

After walking for a few more minutes, Zhu Weixing found that they had circled back into the antelope. In front of them was Building No. [-], but it was not the front, but the back of the building.

Seeing Jiang Yi stop in front of the building, Zhu Weixing was puzzled.

Before he could speak, the little bandit raised his hand and opened a window on the first floor, turned over neatly, and jumped into the house in front of him.

Zhu MSI: "?!"

The street lamps in the distance are ignorant, casting a dim afterimage, and one can vaguely tell that the window is old, without any anti-theft iron bars, only an iron bolt across the safety.Too bad the pin is bent now.

That's right, being beaten up by the little bandits.

It was pitch black in the room, and no human voice was heard.Zhu Weixing was a little startled, and after a few seconds, Jiang Yi turned around and stretched out his arm to him from the window.

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Yi urged.

"Whose house is this?" Zhu Weixing didn't move.

"Afraid?" Jiang Yi smiled, his white teeth could be seen in the gloomy space, "Afraid you will be in jail with me?"

Zhu Weixing looked at the willful rebellion of the little bandit, and he, who had always been cautious, got excited and put his hand in Jiang Yi's palm, and his five fingers seemed to be wrapped in a ball of fire in an instant.

The window frame was about to reach Zhu Weixing's chest. He originally wanted to borrow a handle, but just as he was about to turn over the railing, he easily wrapped his arms around his waist, lifted him up, and easily lifted him from where he was to the other side.

So fast that there was no reaction time at all.

After landing, Zhu Weixing, who had experience, was only half-baffled, and gave him a cold look.

"What are you looking at? It will be daylight when you climb in." The little bandit closes the window, draws the curtains, and turns on the phone's light.

Zhu Weixing has gradually learned not to argue with him, and when the room lights up, he withdrew his hand that was still being held, backed away from Jiang Yi's encirclement, and looked around.

The layout of the buildings in Lingjiali is similar. This house should be about the same size as my own home, but it looks extraordinarily empty, with mottled walls and old furnishings, almost bare walls.

There was no one in the room, so they broke through an empty door.

Different from Zhu Weixing's cautiousness, Jiang Yi has moved around generously, looking through the pages naturally, bold and big-hearted, as if he is not the first time back.

Zhu Weixing looked at him for a while, and chose to walk to the nearest cabinet.

In fact, he had already guessed in his heart who it was, and when he saw the family portrait in the cabinet, he still felt his heart skip a beat.

A very small photo, only five or six inches, in which a family of three stand side by side, which is normal.The boy in the middle is about ten years old, with ordinary appearance, thin body, generally malnourished, and looks very shy.

A certificate of merit was placed on one side—Excellence Award in the School Composition Competition, Class 5, Grade [-], Meng Ji.

Zhu Weixing suddenly felt very sad, whether he was the perpetrator of the harmless boy in this photo, whether he was... a murderer.

"I brought you to visit the grave?"

Different from Zhu Weixing's sensitive mind, Jiang Yi's venomous tongue interrupted his sadness, dissatisfied that Zhu Weixing wasted unnecessary feelings.This also made Zhu Weixing swallow the sentence "Have you been here before" that Zhu Weixing wanted to ask.

The various behaviors of the little bandit really don't seem to have any deep friendship with Meng Ji, he is completely stranger, stranger to the point of inhumanity, just like he treats every unintentional person he passes by.

The timing is not right, Zhu Weixing has no time to analyze Jiang Yi.It was less than seven o'clock, far before the neighbors had a rest, and the sound of walking and laughing could be heard from time to time outside. They should move quickly and leave as soon as possible to avoid trouble.

Zhu Weixing put away her excess emotions, walked to Jiang Yi's side and looked through it together.

There is really nothing to look for in the Meng family, everything is so poor that you can see the inside of the house in about ten minutes.

Zhu Weixing wiped the desk with his fingertips, there was some dust, but it wasn't as thick as if he hadn't lived in it for more than two years.

"His personal items are too few." Zhu Weixing said suddenly.

Jiang Yi looked over, and the light of the mobile phone shone from below, making his face more three-dimensional, and his eyebrows and eyes more unpredictable.

Jiang Yi: "Oh?"

Zhu Weixing tapped the table with her fingers: "He was in the third year of high school when the accident happened, but there were only a few books in the room, and there were no important subjects."

Jiang Yi raised his eyebrows.

Zhu Weixing: "There is still a change of clothes, no underwear?"

Jiang Yi pouted.

Zhu Weixing: "When he passed away, did you burn it to him?"

Jiang Yi looked at him.

Zhu MSI frowned.

Jiang Yi smiled, a beautiful smile: "No."

"Where did that go?"

Jiang Yi rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingertips: "During the time he was in the hospital, I took all the clothes and books to the ward. I insisted on it when his mother was still awake, saying that he could use it when he woke up. But he didn't wake up. I Naturally, leave it there and don’t want it.”

Zhu Weixing looked at him with deep eyes.

Jiang Yi looked at him unhurriedly. Troublesome Jing's eyes were pretty good-looking. The pupil color was not pure black, but a dark gold of ocher mixed with amber. It was especially transparent when it was wide open.

Jiang Yi's hand swept over the edge of his trouser pocket, as if he wanted to touch the cigarette, but finally put it down.

"What? When I lie to you? I don't care?" Jiang Yi asked.

I wish MSI would stop talking.

Suddenly a rustling sound came from behind, knocking down the empty bottle on the shelf, startling Zhu Weixing.He jumped forward reflexively, almost fell over, but was blocked by Jiang Yi, who blocked Zhu Weixing and ran directly into his arms.

Jiang Yi hugged him upright.

Zhu Weixing bumped his nose into the hollow of his shoulder, startled, and was about to push him away and stand still.Jiang Yi clasped his hands, turned off the phone light, supported the back of the man's neck, pulled Zhu Weixing in front of him, and retreated to the wall by himself.

At the same time, footsteps and voices could be heard outside the window.

"I just heard movement here?"

"Where? Building 102, Room [-]?"

"That's right, something fell on the ground? Isn't there no one in the Meng family?"

"I'll see, I'll see..."

After the words fell, two shadows appeared by the window.

I wish MSI's heart lifts.His whole head and face were buried in Jiang Yi's chest, and he could hear the strong and steady heartbeat of the other party through the skin. Compared with his trembling when he entered the house at night, Jiang Yi was as calm as if he had no nerves.

At this time, Zhu Weixing naturally couldn't tolerate Zhu Weixing's dodge, he could only cooperate and let the other party's breath cover his whole body, through the clothes under his nose, Zhu Weixing smelled a faint pleasant smell, like the sun baked amber wood, dry and hot, Thick and warm.

That seems to be the original aura of the little bandit, hidden under the scent of cheap laundry detergent, unaware of its aggression and strength, but instead blocks Zhu Weixingge from prying eyes from the outside world, bringing a great sense of security.

After 1 minute, the two who only relied on visual inspection without actually stepping forward to check the window communicated and left.

"Probably rats. No one has lived in Meng's house for two years. Rats are infested. I can hear them squeaking at night."

"Really? Then get some rat poison and put it on the door some other day. Don't crawl to the next door. We're going to be miserable..."

The two walked away gradually.

The footsteps went away, and before Zhu Weixing could react, Jiang Yi backed away first, and said with a sneer, "Quail guts? You almost made a hole in my chest."

Zhu MSI: "..."