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It was an extremely cold morning, the wind was as cold as a knife, the weeds in the wilderness were undulating like waves, and the wind could even feel very small ice crystals on the face.The small town in the safety zone ushered in the first cold wave in early December, and the temperature is expected to drop to minus ten degrees tonight.

A black Mercedes-Benz GLS off-road vehicle stopped at the gate of Prison No. 9. Under the watchful gaze of the armed prison guards, a thin woman slowly got out of the vehicle.She was wearing a white Canada Goose mid-length down jacket, which was a jacket style with four large pockets on the front.The zipper of the down jacket was open, revealing a plaid scarf.She held a black leather bag in one hand and the down jacket's fur hat in the other, walking with difficulty in the cold wind.

A delicate and clean face was exposed from the hat, and the skin was almost transparent with the dew of the morning sun.The eyebrows are like ink painting, the eyes are like lacquer, and the whole person exudes a bookish atmosphere.Lin Shuqiao stood at the gate of Prison No. 9, seemingly thinking about something, her eyes were as foggy as distant mountains, and she walked in after a while.

The visiting room was dark and small, and there was a clear difference in level from the last time I visited Vian in Prison No. 7.Mo Qiudi was pushed out by two prison guards in a very rough manner. It is conceivable that she must not have a good life staying inside.

The two of them sat down across a glass window, Mo Qiudi was visibly haggard, his long wine red hair was disheveled and even a little knotted.The moment she saw Lin Shuqiao, her chaotic eyes condensed again, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, and she was still as unrestrained as before.

"Can I speak with confidence here?" Lin Shuqiao asked.

"Yes," Mo Qiudi spread his hands, "The two prison guards can't understand Chinese."

Lin Shuqiao looked at her helplessly, and whispered, "I can come out next month, do you know?"

Mo Qiudi showed a weird and sly smile: "You told me that?"

"I don't want to intervene in your previous grievances, but this matter," Lin Shuqiao looked at her with a calm and delicate expression, "You and I both know what's going on, I must get you out of it." come out."

Mo Qiudi lowered his voice: "How did you check?"

Lin Shuqiao took out the photo album of her mobile phone and showed her the photos she took during the cracking process: "This is another puzzle piece on the back of the starry sky puzzle, and I sorted it into a 12*12 number square, and then got it from it." A string of numbers answers 8688569296, similar to a number game."

"I don't know what Wei'an's mother meant by leaving this message, and how to decipher this number?"

Lin Shuqiao now mentions the woman in Cell 23 of Prison No. 9 25 years ago, and has already regarded her as Wei'an's mother by default.

Mo Qiudi thought about the 8-digit number for a while, and his eyes flickered: "Could it be a phone number?"

Lin Shuqiao looked at her in disbelief: "What, it's so simple?"

Mo Qiudi rubbed his thin chin: "Think about it, if you were her, and you and your young daughter were locked in prison, what would be the first thing you would think of?"

Without even thinking about it, Lin Shuqiao replied, "Of course I'm trying to find a way to ask for help."

"Yes, she will try to find a way to ask for help, and then we have no way of knowing whether this call for help will work." Mo Qiudi fell into deep thought as he faced the string of numbers, "I have been thinking for a while, why is she Why would she leave a puzzle and a blank notebook when she was painting on the cell wall? I guess maybe she knew she was hopeless and wanted to leave something behind to prove her identity."

"For future people to investigate?" Lin Shuqiao quickly understood.

Mo Qiudi nodded, his brows were furrowed, and his fingers were drawn and tapped on the table: "She must have encountered a very wronged thing, and she was very afraid that the truth would be taken away because of her death. So she wants to keep Write down some things, these things can't be too obvious, you can't write your name on the paper, so that the prison guards will find out immediately. But it can't be too difficult, so that investigators can't decipher her clues. "

"Of course, it's also possible that she's still alive, leaving some clues for others to find her. Therefore, she doesn't need to set up another puzzle after this string of numbers, she must be simple and straightforward!" She said, her eyes were aggressive, as if she was very Eager to get the truth, staring at Lin Shuqiao felt unnatural.

Lin Shuqiao looked down at the string of numbers, and said to herself, "It does look like a landline phone, and 86 is the international area code."

Mo Qiudi added: "I have a dial-up software I developed on my computer called QDphone. If you use that software to make a call, you can find out their location, but the other party can't find out our caller's location, unless they are better than me. .”

Lin Shuqiao hesitated for a moment: "Call, what should I say?"

"I don't know either, smart Dr. Lin, please adapt accordingly." Mo Qiudi twisted his shoulders a little excitedly, and stretched out his fist, sticking it against the glass window, motioning for Lin Shuqiao to touch her, "What are you doing?" It's very beautiful, and we really cooperated seamlessly in this matter!"

Lin Shuqiao had no choice but to clenched his fist and touched her in the air, which was declared a small phased victory.At the end, she couldn't help laughing again: "Be sober, you are almost going to be kicked out to feed the zombies!"

Mo Qiudi is in a good mood today, and there is a bright light in his depressed eyes, as if he is waiting for the day when he will be released from prison.

Lin Shuqiao looked at her, crossed her hands on the table, and said lightly, "I have to go. Before I leave, Wei An has something to convey to you."

Mo Qiudi's heart trembled suddenly, and the joyful expression on his face froze: "There is no need to say any more insulting words."

"No." Lin Shuqiao looked into her eyes and said slowly, "She said that when you were in the most difficult time, she didn't choose to help you, which delayed your career in the army. And you, too, betrayed Your relationship...so she thinks that the harm you caused to each other is equal to a certain extent. She will not hate you anymore, and hope you will stop hating her. I will accompany her to the house at No. 10 Palm Street. The district real estate trading hall sold it for 320 million US dollars, and she has already transferred all the money to your account."

"Mo Qiudi, you have to live a good life in the future."

Mo Qiudi was startled, a huge sense of loss caught her, and she stood up abruptly: "What, it's sold?"

"Well, take care." Lin Shuqiao nodded helplessly, turned and left.

The door of the visiting room was closed, and Lin Shuqiao heard her yelling again vaguely, but she was finally isolated at the other end.

She is so sad, so unwilling.As if in Mo Qiudi's heart, when they broke up, when they were entangled later, when she was scolded or even beaten by Wei'an, she never felt that Wei'an had really left, as if entanglement and torture were also a kind of staying together.Even Mo Qiudi is so obsessed with tracing Wei'an's life experience, he just wants to make a contribution in front of her again, find a sense of existence again, even if Wei'an looks at her again, she will go through fire and water for it...

It wasn't until the house where they lived together was sold and the settlement became a cold number in the account that she fully realized that everything was over and everything was in vain.

Lin Shuqiao returned to the Mercedes-Benz, her hands on the steering wheel, motionless.She thought about being with Wei An during this time, and the love she saw was so sweet, happy, brave and full of hope.And in Mo Qiudi, she saw the cruelest side of love. For her it was a beautiful beginning, but for Mo Qiudi it was an irreversible ending, just like two sides of a coin...

Wei'an, Wei'an, if one day I lose you too, what should I do?

Lin Shuqiao felt that she was more sensitive and vulnerable than ever before.She said that it doesn't matter if Wei An doesn't love her enough, but in fact, she was worrying about gains and losses day and night in her heart. She was more and more eager to have that woman, and even to occupy everything about her, so that she would never leave.

Lin Shuqiao was taken aback by her own thoughts, she took a deep breath and calmed down for a while.Step on the accelerator with your right foot and drive away.

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Lin Shuqiao went home and locked herself in the study again. She turned on Mo Qiudi's computer and found the software QDphone. The faint blue light on the computer screen reflected the serious face of the young woman, half bright and half dark.

She decided to make this call today, silently read the string of numbers in her mouth, put on the headset, tapped her fingertips on the keyboard, and clicked to dial...

After a few long beeps of "beep, beep——", an extremely alert voice came from the opposite side: "Hello?"

Lin Shuqiao's heart was beating wildly. She suppressed her nervousness and excitement, and replied in a calm and calm tone: "Hello."

The other side responded quickly: "You are, who are you?"

It sounded like a young woman's voice, but it was a very young girl.The woman's voice was soft and powerful, with a natural sense of oppression, she seemed to be a more serious and cold character than Wei An.

Lin Shuqiao couldn't help but clenched the headset tightly. Every word she said now was carefully considered in her mind: "Excuse me, what is the number of this place, is it a home or office phone?"

The woman's voice suddenly rose, and she asked coldly, "Who are you, can you tell me clearly?"

Lin Shuqiao began to make up stories: "It's like this, I have a little mental problem, I don't know who I am, I have been locked up in a hospital for a long time. There is this phone number in my belongings, I think Might be useful to restore my memory...

"So miss, can you tell me, who am I? Or who are you? I can think about it slowly."

The woman obviously didn't expect it. She seemed to cover the receiver and whisper something to the person next to her, then lowered her voice, her tone changed from persuasive questioning to probing: "Where are you locked up, tell me."

In fact, from the first Chinese "Hello" when the other side answered the phone, Lin Shuqiao knew the call was right.She needs to extract useful information from the other party, but she can't say a single word wrong, because she is not sure who the opposite person is.

Lin Shuqiao stabilized her emotions and started to say: "Excuse me, are you my family? I left some messages for myself before I lost my memory. I was reading it, and then I saw this number. I still have a notebook, but The handwriting inside is gone, and there is Haishi Wenchuang at the bottom of the notebook."

The woman on the opposite side seemed to have a suspect, and it was also a cliché: "How old are you?"

"I, cough," Lin Shuqiao lowered her voice so that it would look a bit more aged after being processed by Mo Qiudi's software, "I may be almost 50 years old, I don't know."

The woman really fell into the trap, and suddenly called out: "Little aunt?"

Lin Shuqiao was stunned, she immediately took out a pen and paper, and waited for the woman to continue talking.

She seemed to realize that she had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly denied: "No, you went to the Antarctic scientific research station with Professor Nanshan more than 20 years ago. How could you be in a mental hospital?"

Lin Shuqiao immediately wrote down the three key words of little aunt, Nanshan, and Antarctic scientific research station on the paper, and then confirmed: "Nanshan? The south of the north and the south, the mountain of the mountain range?"

The woman's words turned cold and harsh: "You don't even know Nanshan? Who are you?"

Lin Shuqiao's heart suddenly rose to her throat. She knew that the conversation was about to break down, but she almost wanted to beg the woman to give her some more information...

Holding the headset, she begged in an extremely broken and low voice: "I have lost my memory, I beg you to tell me, what is the name of my little aunt, please tell me now? Help me."

The other side was silent for nearly 10 seconds. Lin Shuqiao glanced at the dialer, cold sweat dripping down his face.The other party seems to have located her coordinates...

The woman finally spoke, her voice was too cold to be recognized: "I can't confirm your identity, I have no comment."

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Satisfy everyone, Sister Mo will be released soon.In fact, I was really emotional when I wrote about her. I ordered Li Ronghao's "Don't Make It Up", which is very suitable.

Therefore, it is very important to cherish the one you love~~~

Wei An's life experience is almost revealed, the woman who answered the phone is easy to guess!

I have thought about it for the past two days, some chapters will be re-expanded after the full text is finished (you know)

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