seek her

Jing Shu followed Jin Yi out of the car, and when she saw the misty lantern hanging on the hotel signboard, an ominous premonition hit her, her body swayed slightly, Jin Yi stretched out his hand to support her waist, and looked down. She glanced.

At this time, Jin Yi was serious and serious, without the usual image of a sunny boy.

Several police cars came down one after another, several solemn police officers, Jin Yi changed into work clothes, put on a work permit, and threw gloves, foot covers and a mask to Jing Shu, Jing Shu saw that the battle was like a major criminal. At the scene of the case, her heart beat faster, and her fear and intense sadness rose sharply. She followed Jin Yi into the low-rise hotel, went up to the second floor, walked through the dark corridor, and stood in front of an open room.

Jing slowly opened his eyes wide.

There was blood everywhere in the room, and the blood was dragged from the bed to the bathroom, and at the door of the bathroom, Song Sipu was standing there stiffly, with his back straight, feeling extremely isolated from the world.

Jin Yi walked into the room, doing routine.

Jing Shu stepped into the room with top-heavy steps. There were many photos scattered on the floor and the bedding was messy. Jing Shu never dared to look in the direction of the bathroom. She was photographed with Lu Jinqiao's face and Ji Chan's identity when she lived beside Song Sipu in a high-profile way. The pictures of her sweeping the street, the pictures taken on the street, the pictures of participating in variety shows, all kinds of pictures of her, full of Looking at the photos related to her, Jing Shu's scalp was numb, her legs went limp, and she slumped on the ground. She slowly raised her eyelids and looked in the direction of the bathroom.

In the narrow and dirty bathroom, Lu Jinqiao's face was bruised and swollen, and she was wearing her favorite winter white skirt, sitting on the floor like a lifeless puppet, with her back leaning against the wall, and the white skirt was already stained red with blood. , but she was dressed neatly, with deep blood grooves drawn on her wrist, and in her other hand, she was tightly clutching the high-heeled shoe that Jingshu had left behind.

There were many bloody handprints on the glass of the only small window in the bathroom, which seemed to be left by her desperately slapping for help. Jing Shu was gasping for breath, tears couldn't stop falling, she could almost imagine how Lu Jinqiao dragged her with her. The bloody body crawled all the way from the bed to the bathroom, and under what circumstances it was sitting there with all the clothes on.

Sadness like a wave choked in his throat, Jing Shu suddenly raised his hand and bit the back of his hand hard, as if to suppress the overflowing crying.

Jin Yi gently held her arm, trying to pull her up from the ground.

Jing Shu shrank her body sensitively suddenly, avoiding Jin Yi's touch, she retreated to the corner of the wall, hugged her head, squatted there tightly, buried her face deeply between her knees, as if resisting the outside world Everything, the strong sense of guilt and weightless pallor, the pain of parting from life and death enveloped her, just like the night when she accidentally killed someone, she was so flustered that she had no idea, no matter what Jin Yi said to her, she couldn't hear her, and there was only one voice in her heart , she killed... killed...

Obviously not long ago, she was laughing at Yan Yan with Lu Jinqiao, looking at Lu Jinqiao's warm smile, and seeing her cramped and nervous appearance with her hands behind her back, she said she was going to get married, she said she would go with Song Sipu Look at this world, what a simple and kind girl, what a pure and sincere person, like a lotus growing out of the mud, like a long and clean firework.

She remembered her sad and hot tears, and her expression of no regrets, even if Jing Shu stole her face, she only blushed slightly, stretched out warm hands, and pulled her ashore from the small boat, Jing Shu likes this woman in his heart, like an inconspicuous but faintly blooming flower in the corner, swaying in the wind, seemingly humble like duckweed, but blooming with such a pleasant fragrance.

"Xiao Min..." Jin Yi called her worriedly, and patted her on the shoulder.

Jing Shu shrinks her body even tighter. The woman she once hated so much has unknowingly become the spiritual support in her subconscious and the light of her salvation. As long as this woman is still alive, there will always be a clean and kind corner in the world. The faintly blooming flowers in his heart were instantly wiped out, Jing Shu resisted Jin Yi's touch.