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The man's voice was like stones grinding through sand, mixed with roughness, and the ending was sinking. The accusing tone was especially clear in the dark night: "Why don't you answer my call."

Yang Qingheng subconsciously wanted to retort, "Who wants to answer your phone?", but listening to the heavy breathing over there, the pitiful image of the man with red eyes at the train station emerged in his mind, and his tone softened: "I'm sleeping. How can I answer your call?"

"Well, it's okay." Song Hengjue was flattered by her gentle tone. The tips of his ears twitched, and all the sadness disappeared.

The cold winter wind poured into the collar and hem of the clothes. Yang Qingheng shuddered and said helplessly: "Why are you calling? Come on, I have to go back to sleep."

In the middle of the night, she stood here with her hair disheveled, scaring a random passerby to death.

There were no lights on in Song Hengjue's room, it was dark outside the window, not even the moon, and the only warmth in the room was the woman's impatient voice.

The Adam's apple rolled for a second.

"If you don't tell me, I'm dead." Yang Qingheng wrapped her coat tightly and held the door handle to open the door and go back.

Song Hengjue heard footsteps coming from the other side and breathed quickly: "I..."

"What are you?"

"……I want to see you."

There was pleading in the man's voice, and it was faintly hoarse from crying. Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, and a strange feeling rushed into her mind: "Song Hengjue, are you drunk?"

"No."

"What are you seeing? Where did the Wenqing disease come from? Go to sleep, I'm sleepy." Yang Qingheng yawned, opened the door and crept in.

"I..." Song Hengjue was anxious. When he heard the sound of a woman sneezing from over there, he became mute for a moment. After a long time, he said nervously, "Are you sick?"

Nonsense, who is not cold in the middle of winter?

Yang Qingheng cursed inwardly, managed to say "good night" patiently, and hung up the phone. However, the strange feeling lingered in his mind. After thinking about it, he returned to the yard and dialed Fang Nan's number. .

"Hello? Who is it?" Fang Nan was confused.

"I."

Yang Qingheng's indifferent voice came from over there, and Fang Nan jumped up from the bed in excitement, holding the phone to his ear respectfully: "Sister Yang? What are your orders in the middle of the night?"

As he said that, he punched the air hard. This couple is simply sick! One is more noisy than the other.

"Is there something wrong with Song Hengjue recently?" Yang Qingheng hesitated.

Fang Nan bared his teeth and said, "When will he live normally? He was born with a brain defect."

If he hadn't been given a lot of money, who would have loved to treat his bitchy mouth like a cow or a horse.

Thinking about it now, it's no wonder that Yang Qingheng doesn't want to turn around. If they want to be together, they will either be mad to death by this man or be mad to death by him.

Just crazy.

"I'm serious, he's been a little out of sorts lately." Yang Qingheng had a headache.

Fang Nan immediately retracted his big-tooth grin and said with twinkling eyes: "No, Sister Yang, are you feeling wrong? He's been eating so well lately, and he was still quarreling with Aunt Yao in the afternoon."

"Then I feel wrong." Yang Qingheng pinched the center of his eyebrows, breathed a sigh of relief, hung up the phone, opened the door, entered the room, and got into bed.

Crazy bitch, she was so cold.

Soon I fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, on the ground, a pair of searching eyes looked this way.

Fang Nan hung up the phone, jumped up from the bed, put on his slippers and rushed upstairs. When he opened the room, he was shocked when he didn't see Song Hengjue.

At the same time, there was a slight sound of rummaging for things downstairs, and he rushed downstairs with a dark face.

Seeing the man searching in the medicine box, his head hurt: "You're up so late at night, what are you doing here?"

He also called Yang Qingheng, which was so scary that he didn’t know.

Song Hengjue sniffed and looked up at him, with a few strands of hair hanging down on his forehead: "Where is my sleeping pill?"

"Finish it. No matter how much medicine you take, I can't stop you from eating like this." Fang Nan's anger was extinguished the moment she saw him. She sighed and patted his shoulder, "It's so late at night, go back and lie down quickly." , I’ll wake up Aunt Yao later and I’ll be scolded again.”

Song Hengjue pursed her lips, stuffed everything into the medicine box, and went back to the room with her slippers on.

Fang Nan couldn't stand it any longer, so he rushed up to him and grabbed him. He took out a bottle of white wine from somewhere and stuffed it into his arms: "Drink, drink this, and you'll fall asleep after drinking it."

"This is not good for your health." Song Hengjue took it hesitantly.

Fang Nan rolled his eyes: "Taking sleeping pills is not good for your health. Get out of here. You are tormenting people all day long."

Song Hengjue seemed to be convinced by him, and took out a cup from the kitchen and returned to the room.

…………

The next day, the police station.

"Ms. Yang, I know you are worried, but our police have not found any evidence yet. Please wait patiently to see what the facts are. The truth will be revealed by then." The young policeman poured her a cup of hot water from an enamel cup. Place it on the table in front of her.

They did find some clues, but the two men kept their mouth shut and hid the people behind them tightly. No matter how they threatened or lured them, it was of no avail.

What's more, in a society governed by law, is it possible for the police to use torture on people?

Yang Qingheng has a headache. She also knows that the police have worked hard and cannot force people to hurry up. However, it has been two weeks and there is no evidence in this matter. If it is delayed, the little evidence will be buried. , then it will be really difficult to find out who is behind it.

I can only ask him: "Mr. Police, can I meet the two kidnappers who kidnapped me before?"

The young policeman hesitated for a few seconds, glanced at the clock on the wall, and sighed: "Okay, but you only have ten minutes of visiting time, and you must be accompanied by us. Do you think this is okay?"

"Thank you." Yang Qingheng stood up quickly and nodded gratefully to him.

Tang Bainian followed her in. When the policeman who led them in saw this, he frowned and reached out to stop her. The older policeman on the side winked and slapped his hand away.

The young policeman was stunned for a second, and then retracted his hand. When the two of them entered, he said strangely: "Master, I remember you said you couldn't do it before..."

"Then it depends on who is in," the policeman who was called master gave him a meaningful look, "You are not as flexible as Li Cheng."

The policeman was a little unhappy after being remarked upon.

Inside, after half a month, Yang Qingheng finally saw this familiar face. She glanced at the person opposite, pulled out a chair and sat down.