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Chapter 27 Now (3)
No, he immediately denied it, he was Du Ning, there was nothing he couldn't do.

It has been more than three months since Wen Xin'ai disappeared, which made Song Zihe have the illusion that Wen Xin'ai had never appeared before, everything was illusory, like walking on the street, seeing a familiar figure, you have been following , and finally walked into a dead end, and that familiar figure didn't exist at all, or it was just your wrong look for a moment.

He ran under the basketball hoop a few times to look at the words written in correction fluid. Only when he saw those words did he feel that Wen Xin'ai had indeed appeared, and the basketball hoop was also removed half a month ago. At that time, he could only look at the empty ruins and smile wryly.

It's always like this, that night ten years ago, when he was trying to grasp the commotion in his chest after that hasty kiss, Wen Xinai disappeared, and now, when he was moved under the basketball hoop inexplicably, Wen Xinai turned around Gone again.

Is this the fate?And he never believed in fate.

Shen Yingying came in from the outside, her brows were tightly frowned, and she looked thoughtful. She had a cheerful personality, and she rarely had such an expression usually.

Song Zihe shared the office with her, saw her expression, and asked casually: "What is the police looking for you for? Your brows can be tied."

"The collapse last time." Shen Yingying sat down, looked at Song Zihe thoughtfully for a while, and suddenly said, "You know, Zihe, time will make a person you don't know at all."

"What do you mean?" Song Zihe thought she was puzzled.

"Go ahead, the police have something to ask you." Shen Yingwen did not answer him, "He is waiting."

Song Zihe was taken aback. When the police station came, they didn't ask him for questioning. Did something happen?

He glanced at Shen Yingying again, stood up, and went directly to the reception room on the fifth floor.

The policeman was the same one who came last time. As soon as he sat down, he handed him a photo: "Dr. Song, I just asked you to identify someone. Dr. Shen said you knew her. Take a look and you know her." Where are you now?"

In the photo is a woman with short hair, wearing an orange prison uniform, and a butterfly tattoo on the right neck that is about to fly. Song Zihe stared at the woman's face in disbelief. The policeman asked, "What crime did she commit?"

"Hiding drugs, Dr. Song, do you know where she is now?" the policeman asked again.

Hidden drugs?Song Zihe felt his mind "buzzing", and stared at the photo repeatedly to confirm whether he was wrong, hiding drugs?This is impossible, he really has no way to associate drugs with that docile and shy Wen Xinai.

Seeing him staring at the photo without speaking, the police reached out to retrieve the photo and put it in the briefcase: "It's actually like this, Dr. Song, the cleanup personnel found a certain amount of drugs when cleaning up the collapsed ruins. It is likely that someone hid the drugs at that time." In the building, she was buried in the ruins because the building collapsed and she was buried in the ruins. Now I have to trace the source, and I just found her in the wounded list you provided. She just has a criminal record. We don’t mean that she must have done it. , we are looking for her, just want to exclude her, if you know where she is, please tell us quickly, it will also be good for her."

"I don't know where she is. I haven't seen her since she left the hospital three months ago." Song Zihe was still in shock, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"Wrong?" The policeman sneered, "She committed a crime in another province back then, and got both stolen goods. How could she make a mistake?"

Song Zihe frowned, unable to speak.

"If you have news about her, please call me in time. This is my number." The policeman looked at his face for a while, making sure that his shock was real and not fake, and took a piece of paper Write the phone number on it and hand it to Song Zihe.

Song Zihe glanced at the paper, reached out to take it, and said in a lower voice than before, "If you have any news about her, please tell me."

Next, Song Zihe couldn't fall asleep for several nights. He had a feeling that his dreams were shattered. At first it was beautiful, but suddenly it became cold and sharp. His mind was thinking about the past repeatedly. Desperately thinking of various reasons to explain Wen Xin'ai's current fall, and then no longer sleepy, always getting up in the middle of the night, flipping through the book beside the bed, but couldn't read a word, and then simply made coffee and leaned against the bed. Waiting for dawn on the window sill, he felt like a child whose fairy tale was broken, suddenly at a loss.

Shen Yingying said that time is a terrible killer, he makes everything look hideous.

Maybe what she said is right, people's hearts will change with time, his understanding of Wen Xin'ai only stayed in high school, and he knew nothing about everything after that, although he still can't accept that fact, but obviously, That did happen.

He went home once on the weekend because his aunt called and said that he had no time to spend with his daughter on her birthday and asked him to take her out.

Song Zihe occasionally lamented how fast time passed. He still remembered that when he was a young boy, he was sweating wantonly with a basketball. In a blink of an eye, the little cousin who pestered him for candy was already a young adult of sixteen or seventeen.

After letting her blackmail herself, she dragged her to do a manicure.

"If you accompany me to do it, my mother won't say me." The little cousin took him into a small shop. As soon as Song Zihe entered, he could smell the scent of banana water. It's pungent, and from his perspective as a doctor, it's not good to smell it often.

But before he had time to say leave, he was already pulled by his cousin to choose the style of manicure.

"Is this good?" My cousin asked him, pointing to a black style that was too mature.

"Not good, do this," he directly denied the over-mature one, pointed to a pink style with small diamonds on it, and said to the service lady next to him, "Just make this for her." No Cousin's chance to argue.

The cousin pursed her lips, but she had no choice but to be brought in front of a manicure lady by the service lady.

"Can you change the pink to black?" Sitting down, she quietly asked the manicure lady wearing a mask.

The nail girl's eyes are big, she thought about it seriously, and said, "I think pink suits your skin better, and black is a bit old-fashioned, and it's suitable for older people."

"Really?" The cousin hesitated, and after thinking about it, she said, "Okay, it's pink."

"The decision is made." The manicure lady reconfirmed softly, and subconsciously glanced at the direction of Song Zihe waiting at the door, and her eyelashes trembled slightly when she lowered her eyes.

After an hour, the work was finally finished. My cousin opened her ten fingers and was very careful not to let the manicure just painted touch the flowers. At the same time, she kept asking Song Zihe who was paying at the counter if it looked good.

Song Zihe said it looks good several times, and when he got bored, he patted her on the head, pushed her out of the store, and followed her out.

The air outside seemed particularly fresh, and he took a deep breath.

The cousin was still looking at her fingers, thought for a while, and said to Song Zihe: "Brother, if I'm older, can you convince my mother to let me get a tattoo? The sister who did my nails just now has a tattoo on her neck Butterfly tattoo, super pretty."

Song Zihe's heart skipped a beat, he stopped opening the door, and subconsciously asked, "Butterfly?"

The cousin said: "Yes, the purple butterfly fluttering its wings is so beautiful, it's here." She pointed to her neck on the right side.

Song Zihe frowned, maybe it was just a coincidence.

"Wait for me in the car." He pushed his cousin into the car, quickly closed the door, and walked into the nail salon just a few steps away.

"Did you say you love me? As soon as you left, she said she was in a hurry and got off work early." The reception lady still remembered this handsome gentleman, and immediately named Song Zi and the person she was looking for.

It really was her, why didn't I find out just now?Song Zihe pushed the door out of the store, stood at the door and raised his eyes to look around, seeing people coming and going on the road, he only felt anxious, but he couldn't see Wen Xinai's shadow at all.

"Do you know where she lives? I'm her high school classmate. I need to find her." He had no choice but to go back to the store.

No matter how handsome he was, he was a stranger after all. The reception lady was a little hesitant, and said after a while: "I don't know too well, but she has been waiting for the car at the corner in front." This should not be considered a leak of other people's privacy.

Song Zihe said thank you, and ran towards the station regardless of his cousin still waiting in the car.

There were not many people waiting at the station, and he could see her carrying a bag and looking towards the place where the car came from a distance. Her shoulder-length hair, brows and brows made her whole face look smaller, but her eyes grew bigger Surprisingly.His footsteps slowed down, looking at her face, that face gradually coincided with the short-haired and wearing prison clothes in the photo, his heart tugged for no reason.

Is it really the years that make everything hideous?He found that all the words he used to persuade himself and calm himself down did not work. He just wanted to rush up and hold Wen Xin'ai and let her tell him that everything was false.

The car that Wen Xinai was waiting for arrived and stopped in front of her. She was about to get into the car in a few steps, but Song Zihe had rushed up and grabbed her arm.

She had already stepped into the car with one foot, she was pulled back, she turned her head reflexively, then her eyes were fixed on Song Zihe's face, and she froze there.

"Are you going to make it or not?" the people behind were urging.

"No." Song Zihe put his other hand around her waist domineeringly, almost hugging her, and hugged her down.

Wen Xinai put her hands on her chest and pushed him away, but she couldn't push him away. She felt his arms tightened again, so she had to stop and let him pull her to the side of the road.

"Let's talk, Wen Xin'ai."

The little cousin was stuffed with a lot of money and went to the nearby Haagen-Dazs to find a place to eat by herself. She looked out from the floor-to-ceiling window curiously. The cousin was so strange that he pulled back the sister who had done her manicure just now. I don't know what to talk about in the car, but my cousin's expression is so serious, and it's the first time she saw her cousin holding the hand of that elder sister. She must be happy to go back and tell her aunt.

The car was eerily quiet, Song Zihe was a little upset, just now he grabbed Wen Xin'ai so urgently and said he had something to talk to her, but now he didn't know where to start.

Wen Xinai clasped her hands tightly and got entangled. She didn't plan to meet Song Zihe again, but fate just liked to joke with her, "If you have nothing to say, I'll leave." She couldn't bear such silence, But in such a narrow space with only two people, she wanted to escape, but found that the car door was locked.

"Are you still running away? If I call the police now, they will be here in a few minutes." She still wanted to avoid him, as if he was such a hateful person, Song Zihe watched her push hard The car door, some gritted their teeth and said ruthlessly.

She looked back at him in disbelief, only to see his heartbroken face: "Wen Xinai, why hide drugs? Why do you do such a thing? If you think you can avoid everything by pretending you don't know me, why don't you thoroughly Disappear, and don’t even come back to this city?”

The voice was so sharp and emotionless, stabbing at her like a sharp weapon, she was totally caught off guard, her eyes widened, he knew it all, he knew it all, he knew she was a prisoner, he knew how unbearable she was, she clenched it tightly Unlocking the doorknob, she looked at him in despair, and then the tears burst without warning, and she slammed her hand to cover it.

He saw her tears, but he was indifferent, he thought of that year, also in the car, he hugged her tightly, she cried fiercely, he said, Wen Xinai, everything will pass, everything will be fine, and But now he can't do that, because he doesn't know if she is still Wen Xinai, even though the face is the same, the tears are the same, and even the pain in his heart is the same at this moment, but he dare not hug her regardless. She said, it doesn't matter, it's fine.

"This is the policeman's phone number. Drugs were found in the collapsed ruins. She wants you to go back and assist in the investigation." He ignored her tears, and with a cold voice, he took out the note the police left him from his pocket and handed it to her. .

Wen Xin'ai raised her head, saw the coldness in his eyes, then lowered her head to pick up the paper, but Song Zihe took it back before touching it, and pulled it into a ball.

"I'll ask you again, Wen Xin'ai, is that true? Possession of drugs, arrest, is it true?" Even though he saw her tears, even though he thought it was an admission, he still couldn't bear it. Asking it in person, he even hoped that Wen Xin'ai's answer would be no.

"It's true." Wen Xinai shattered his ridiculous hopes.

He closed his eyes, leaned his head on the backrest behind him, and the annoyance in his heart became heavier for no reason.

"Get out." He opened the car door with a cold voice.

Wen Xinai's whole body trembled, the sound of going out seemed to be pierced in her heart, and it hurt her heart. She saw him closing his eyes and not looking at her, her lips moved, and finally said nothing, she clenched her hands outside the door, Push it out.

Goodbye, Song Zihe, she bit her lip and got out of the car, remembering the last words she said to him that year.

It wasn't really cold, but when the wind outside the car blew, she suddenly felt extremely cold. She closed the door and couldn't help but look back at Song Zihe in the car. He still had his eyes closed and didn't move.

Du Ning sat in the car, watching the car parked on the other side of the road from a distance.

He said that he would not disturb her life, because he didn't want his identity to cause her trouble, so occasionally, when he was free, he would drive a car and watch her secretly at the door of the store, but he didn't expect to see Wen Xinai was pulled into the car by Song Zihe.

His expression didn't change, but his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

This was a sign of getting angry. The fat man who was talking stopped and looked at Du Ning cautiously.

"Go ahead." Du Ning just waved his hand.

The fat man swallowed and said, "Brother, my sister-in-law has been in some trouble recently."

"What's the trouble?" He didn't take his eyes off the car, although he couldn't see what was inside.

"At the wharf here, one of Chen Guaizi's brothers happened to live in the same building as his sister-in-law. Later, the building collapsed. Some of the white goods he hid were found by the police, but the police couldn't catch anyone. Now the suspect is on the sister-in-law."

"Oh?" He finally looked away.

"Brother, I just found out about it. Do you want to ask Chen Guaizi to hand over that brother, otherwise sister-in-law has a criminal record, and this matter will be troublesome."

He pondered for a while, and said: "If he wants to hand over the person, it's better to provide clues to Tiaozi and take Chen Guaizi to his knees."

"Brother means..."

"Chen Guaizi has been against me before, and now is just an opportunity, but the clues must be cast carefully, so as not to let people see that we did it."

"Yes, brother, I understand," the fat man said respectfully. When he saw his boss looking at the car over there, he couldn't help but also took a look, but just in time to see Wen Xinai coming out of the car crying. He couldn't help being shocked. Turning pale, he pushed open the car door and said, "Brother, I'm going to be that kid."

Du Ning frowned, but said in a cold voice, "No, I'll handle it myself."

(End of this chapter)