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On Zhang Mingxin's expression, Xia Cen couldn't catch a trace of hypocrisy and hypocrisy, put away his guard, and smiled slightly, "I see, thank you Mingxin."

"Where is it, I came here to make friends, and I think you are very nice."

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It was almost dusk, the cars on Lijiao Bridge were driving slowly, the sky was full of clouds burning like fire, reflected on the glass windows of tall buildings, and Wei Lingxin's favorite music was playing in the car.

Ni Xian raised his hand to turn off the sound, looked out the window and murmured, "Actually, in the past two years, I've been very afraid of touching the things that Sister Ling Xin used to like."

Ning Ke glanced at Ni Xian, raised his hand to turn on the music again, and asked, "Do you believe Ling Xin will commit suicide?"

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The author has something to say: The story unfolds slowly.

Chapter 9 Weibo

"Do you believe Ling Xin will commit suicide?"

Ni Xian looked at the sunset reflected in Ning Ke's sunglasses in surprise, and slowly she calmed down, tears falling silently, "What do you mean by that? If it wasn't...the police..."

"Don't go to the police and the media." Ning Ke asked again, "Do you really believe she will?"

Of course Ni Xian doesn't believe it, the person in this world who most hopes to achieve something is Wei Lingxin.She didn't respond right away, but sat upright and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, because she knew Ning Ke's character well.

"In the past two years, you left with an excuse, and now you come back suddenly, did you find out something?"

"I have known Wei Lingxin since I was 21 years old. She was an unpopular agent at the time, and she had just debuted at that time, because she was not from a professional background and had no background. Naturally, she had to suffer a lot to stand out in this circle. But I have never heard her complain. I asked her, and she said that suffering and tiredness can pass with time, but when you complain, you have to live with your own heart, and it is not so easy to get over it... ..." Ning Ke held the steering wheel with both hands, controlling the distance from the car in front, his arms trembling slightly, even after two years, he couldn't control his emotions, "Such a strong person would commit suicide because of something, how could she commit suicide !?"

Listening to Ning Ke's doubts, Ni Xian looked out the window at the setting sun and muttered to himself, "I heard Sister Ling Xin said that you have known her for 20 years, and no one knows her as well as you do."

"But for so many years, I only understand her, but I still can't get close to her." Ning Ke regained his emotions, because he felt that anger could not solve the problem, looked into the distance, and said solemnly, "She is like this sunset, smiling at the tender blood It's cold, but this kind of coldness is an illusion of self-protection. After you understand it, you will find that her heart is hot..."

Ni Xian agrees with this description, and recalls the initial impression she made on herself, with her occasional smile, her cold tone, and her warm heart when facing bottlenecks.

"Sister Ling Xin is such a contradictory body, so people can't forget it."

Ning Ke nodded in approval.

The name Wei Lingxin is like a bond between two people, without her presence, there would be no communication between them at all.

"Xiao Xian, do you know why I left China for America?"

"The media said that you can't bear Ling Xin's departure..." Ni Xian interrupted himself before speaking, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Isn't it?"

"It's because I went to investigate the information about Ling Xin's phone calls before she died, and the last location of her cell phone. These can prove that Ling Xin's death was not a suicide, let alone an accident. And these materials were handed over to me. On the afternoon of the re-investigation by the police, I received a notice from the company to send me to the United States for further study." Ning Ke glanced at Ni Xian with a smile, and continued to look forward, "What does this prove?"

The problem is like the end of the world coming, people are caught off guard, because Wei Lingxin's death hit Ni Xian too hard, she didn't think about it at all. Maybe it was not a suicide, or even an accident. Ning Ke's words were like I woke myself up with a slap in the face.

Yeah, why didn't she think about it seriously?

Self-blame was like suppressing the accumulated flood of rain for many years. Her brain stopped functioning and her breathing became short of breath. She raised her hands to cover her eyes, and her tears were completely uncontrollable.

Ning Ke listened to Ni Xian's cry, turned up Wei Lingxin's favorite music, turned the car to the side road and drove out of the bridge.

As night fell, Ni Xian slowly walked out of his out-of-control emotions, took the tissue that Ning Ke handed to him, "What do you want to do next? Where do we start our investigation?"

"Xiao Xian, there's no need to rush this matter. Before we find out the cause of Ling Xin's death, we can't rush."

"Why?" Ni Xian looked at Ning Ke's eyes, and saw a trace of fear in his eyes, "Could it be that you..."

Ning Ke took out a mobile phone without a SIM card, opened the photo inside and handed it to Ni Xian, "I have been wearing this mobile phone close to my body for the past two years, and it is within my field of vision even when I take a shower."

The photos on the phone are all photos of the furniture Ning Ke lived in the United States, including a study room, a bed, and a desk. After seeing more than a dozen almost duplicate photos, Ni Xian was puzzled, "What are these?"

"This photo was taken when I left. Look at the inclination of the chair. This is the photo when I came back." Ning Ke compared the two photos back and forth, "Have you noticed?"

He Wei was terrified when she thought about it carefully, the hairs on her arms gave her the answer, Ni Xian frowned, "So you haven't contacted me for the past two years, no matter how I find you, you ignore me ...Is it because of this?"