Daddy, Delivery of Mommy Has Arrived!

After arriving, An Ziqi discovered that Simon had taken her to Paris.

After six years, after setting foot on this land again, An Ziqi couldn't tell what exactly she felt in her heart.

Once she liked to read suspense mystery novels and watched the protagonist solve the mysteries.

But only now did she discover that she herself was the biggest mystery.

After lunch, Simon took her to an old neighborhood.

An Ziqi looked at the narrow alleys and dilapidated buildings in front of her. It is hard to imagine that there is still such a place in Paris, the fashion capital of the world.

"I bought this block before, and it has remained the same as it was when you left six years ago."

Simon said as he led her into one of the buildings.

He bought this block in the name of a developer.

Except for the building where An Ziqi was originally located, the residents of other places, he did not expel them, all kept their original appearance.

He looked forward to one day when An Ziqi would return here. Wherever he thought, it would be six years.

Simon stopped in front of a door on the third floor, stretched out his hand and pushed gently, and opened the door.

"This is where you lived six years ago."

An Ziqi walked in and looked curiously.

This is a small apartment with one bedroom and one living room. There are small pink floral curtains hanging on the windows of the living room. There are also a few small flower pots on the windowsill with a few green mimosa plants inside.

An Ziqi stepped forward and touched it lightly with her finger, and the tiny leaves curled up shyly, and the corners of her lips showed a shallow smile unconsciously.

On the sofa are floral pillows like curtains.

Walking into that small bedroom, some notes were scattered on the writing desk.

The room is clean and tidy, transparent and bright, and everything is as if there are still people living.

Apparently someone came to clean it regularly.

An Ziqi picked up a note casually and rubbed the delicate handwriting with her fingertips.

She will not admit wrong, this is indeed her word.

From the floral curtains, to the mimosa on the windowsill, and even the pattern in the room, everything here is arranged according to her preferences, and there are traces of her life everywhere.

However, she did not have the slightest impression.

Simon walked to the closet across from the bed, opened the door, smiled and said to her, "Remember this?"

An Ziqi looked up.

"Back then, you stuffed me here."

Simon pointed his finger at the little closet.

An Ziqi thought hard, shook her head, "I don't know."

Simon shrugged and didn't force her.

An Ziqi turned her head, put away the notes on the table, opened the drawer, and found a diary inside.

the other side.

Xiao Moli stood in the middle of the orphanage.

Her thin lips were pressed tightly, and her face was abnormally gloomy.

Today is the death day of those 128 people.

In my mind, the images of those innocent deaths and the blood and blood are still emerging.

The screams seemed to echo in my ears.

The mood is depressed like dark clouds before the storm.

No matter how they checked what happened back then, there was no clue.

The fist on his side was clenched tightly.

One day, he must find out the man who calculated him back then.

Come out of the orphanage.

Habitually drove to the alley back then.

Standing around the corner, looking at the empty alley in front of you.

It was here that he was rescued by Bai Xin'er back then.

Sometimes he would think that if he died here that year, those 128 people would be alive and well now.