star hunter

It turned out that he knew.

Zhong Yuncong felt mixed feelings and emotions, and he didn't know what to say for a while. He stared blankly at Su Xian for a while, then looked away in embarrassment, trying to cover up his gaffe with a smile: "No need... ...you have a lot of things to do on your own, and I don't want to..." get you into trouble.

He couldn't say the second half of the sentence, Su Xian forced him to swallow it back with his lips, the pause was very short, then he rubbed Zhong Yuncong's cheek with the tip of his nose, and said in a low voice: "You just said , Between us, there is no need to be so polite."

When he was speaking, Yingying, who was blindfolded, flickered out of the corner of his eye, and he raised the corner of his mouth, thinking that this idea was not bad.

Zhong Yuncong was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand to smooth his wet forehead hair, put the tip of his tongue against the palate, swallowed back the "thank you" that was about to blurt out, and then laughed: "Okay. If you really see my dad , Be polite to his old man, otherwise, if he has a bad impression of you, I will be very embarrassed."

Su Xian couldn't help laughing, and gently pinched his earlobe: "Let's go."

After that, he mentioned the little girl's petite body, the latter was very docile and well-behaved, and didn't struggle, only the small mouth was not very quiet, and asked curiously: "Are you doing something shameful?" matter? Otherwise, why don’t you dare let me see it?”

The two looked at each other, then quickly looked away, Su Xian didn't say anything, Zhong Yuncong coughed lightly: "I'm afraid you will cause trouble, that's the simple reason."

"Tsk tsk," the girl was very clever, how could she be fooled so easily, "There is no silver 300 taels here."

Zhong Yun was speechless, so he could only threaten with bluff: "If you talk too much, I will seal your mouth!"

Yingying pursed her lips, feeling that Zhong Yuncong was a bit more ruthless than before, and that he could really do this kind of thing, so she finally closed her mouth wisely.

The smile on the corner of Su Xian's lips deepened a little, and he led her out.

After Zhong Yun watched him and Yingying leave, he slowly stroked his chest, his heart was overwhelmed, and he took several deep breaths in a row to suppress the earth-shaking flood.

He leaned against the wall slowly, closed his eyes, and the morning light slanted on his side.

The spring sun was light and peaceful, but Zhong Yuncong seemed to be in lava at this moment.

Is he being too nice to me?Zhong Yuncong thought with trepidation, am I worthy of his being so kind to me?

He is so strong, gentle, intelligent, brave, and resolute, almost a perfect person.But for me, I basically can't find any outstanding advantages, even if it is the only face I can show, it is nothing in front of him.

He is so handsome.

For the first time, Zhong Yun felt that he was completely worthless. He grew up in a wealthy family and was pampered since he was a child. He always felt good about himself—until he met this person.

He began to reflect, began to feel inferior, began to be at a loss, and even began to question—just like now.

He felt as if he had been shattered, then combined again, and made into a new Zhong Yuncong.It looks the same as before, but something is different inside.

He couldn't tell exactly what changed, but the root cause was generally clear—wanting to be better, to be closer to him.

He seldom faced up to his secret emotions, but once he tried to go deep, he fell into a maze-like vicious circle inexplicably, unable to extricate himself.

That feeling is like floating in a weightless space, top-heavy, loose muscles and bones, unable to find a support point at all, flustered and weak, but happy.

It's okay not to think about it, but when Zhong Yuncong thinks about it, he realizes that his situation is a little worse - he likes him even more than he thought.

... It's pretty damn good.

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After Su Xian brought Yingying back to the headquarters of the Management Bureau, although the superiors were surprised, they didn't waste any time, and immediately transferred people to take over.

There are special people in the headquarters, who have the means to seal the space, leaving Yingying nowhere to escape. Su Xian handed over the people with confidence, and he was at ease.

It's just that when the little girl was about to leave, she said a meaningful farewell to him - "One day, you will take the initiative to beg me."

Naturally, Su Xian would not take this childish provocation seriously, he sneered, turned around and left.

I happened to meet Zong Zhengze in the corridor, and the latter raised his eyebrows: "You're back?"

"Uh..." Su Xian's injuries are almost healed. As for the previous mental block, he has almost resolved himself, and he should return to work due to emotion and reason.However, remembering his promise to Zhong Yuncong, he thought about stealing another day or two of free time, so he temporarily changed his words: "Well, it's still not very comfortable, and it may take another two days."

Lying in front of his immediate boss, even if it was him, he still felt a little guilty, his eyes wandered twice, and he staggered away from the other party without a trace.

The road Zong Zhengzheng has traveled will not be less than the salt he has eaten. With a glance, he can see through it all, and he didn't expose him. Instead, he frowned and looked at him: "Since you are not good, you are not good What are you doing wandering around in the hospital?"

"...Staying in the hospital is too boring, come here to catch up with acquaintances."

"Oh, and catch a wanted criminal by the way?"

The sneer on Zong Zhengzheng's lips let Su Xian know that the lie he told was really clumsy, so he smiled flatteringly and stopped talking.

The director of the Management Bureau shook his head and waved his hand in distaste: "Okay, okay, if you have any private matters to deal with quickly, there are a lot of things in the bureau these days, come back to help as soon as possible."

Su Xian hurriedly saluted: "Yes!"

He was about to leave when he was stopped suddenly: "By the way, what about your self-criticism?"

Su Xian froze: "...It's only been one night, how can I write it, let's give it a few more days?"

Zong Zheng smiled slightly: "Okay. Then hand it in when you come back."

Su Xian breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and couldn't help muttering in his heart that he was getting older, how could his memory be so good?

After leaving the Administration Bureau, he went straight to the west of the city, intending to visit Zhu Ci's residence.

To be honest, he doesn't have any clues at hand right now. Since Father Zhong is said to have something to do with Zhu Ci, he might as well start with Zhu Ci.

It's just that Zhu Ciren is dead, and his memory has been wiped clean, so he can only find out from things outside his body.

It was a detached villa, located in a remote place, away from the busy city, and stood alone within a cluster of walls.

Two-and-a-half stories high, with red tiles and white walls, it looks quite impressive from a distance, but when you get closer, the remaining beauty is untenable. The walls are mottled, the climbing vines grow wildly, the turf is yellow, and the whole building reveals There was a withered breath, like a brocade robe covered in lice.

Not long ago, Su Xian came here once, and it was a group of people. They moved Zhu Ci's suicide body out of the house, searched the entire villa, and left after confirming that no important clues were missed. .

So he didn't really have much hope, and it was a helpless move to run this trip.

The interior was much messier than the exterior. After all, after a carpet search, it was necessary to rummage through boxes and cabinets. The room was very messy, the furnishings were crooked, and it had not been lived in for a while, so it had accumulated a layer of dust, and the air was stagnant and turbid.

Su Xian covered his mouth and nose, avoiding the clutter all over the floor, and wandered aimlessly through each room.

When he passed a corridor, his footsteps slowed down, and his eyes were attracted by the oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides.

The several paintings are all in the same abstract style, with chaotic lines, mottled color blocks, and unclear meanings, making people confused.

They were framed in honey-painted oak frames, which had probably hung for a considerable time, the color of the frames had dulled, and the canvas had many tiny, irregular cracks, which formed the There are ravine-like lines that can only be seen when you get close.

Su Xian looked over one by one, and found that these portraits were from the same person, and the signature on the lower right corner was "Xiao Yin".

He thought for a while before realizing who Xiao Yin was - he was the real owner of this villa, Zhu Ci's husband, and once the richest man in Mengchuan City.

It's just that this person has been dead for many years, even before the virus outbreak.

Su Xian's knowledge of this person was limited to the identity of "Zhu Ci's deceased husband", and he knew almost nothing. It was only after seeing his works that he realized that this rich man was also good at painting.

As for whether the painting is good or not, his poor artistic accomplishment really doesn't make sense.

But it looks like that.

Su Xian didn't pay much attention to these oil paintings, but was interested in why they were displayed - based on common sense, behind this move more or less revealed Zhu Ci's nostalgia for her deceased husband.

But is Zhu Ci a normal person?

Compared with Xiao Yin, who died young, Su Xian is much more familiar with Zhu Ci, although this impression is only from many years ago - Zhu Ci and his mother Yu Wan used to be close friends in the boudoir, and the two were college classmates. After the outbreak, co-founded the Salesian Home.

Because of this friendship, Su Xian was also very familiar with that Aunt Zhu when he was a child. In his early memories, she was a gentle, beautiful woman with an excellent temperament.

It is in stark contrast to his misnamed and vigorous mother.

At that time, Su Xian liked the gentle Aunt Zhu more than her carefree and not-so-loving mother.

Zhu Ci was also very kind to him. In that period of extreme material shortage, he could get new toys and candy every few days, which made other children envious.

"I really envy you, having such a good child." He once heard Zhu Ci sigh to his mother with a lonely face, while Yu Wan comforted her in a hurry.

"You know what? I really want to have his child, but unfortunately..."

For some reason, he has remembered Zhu Ci's words to this day. He couldn't understand them when he was a child, but now he understands them.

The "he" she mentioned should be her late husband Xiao Yin.

Su Xian's mood was quite complicated. In his memories, it seemed that Zhu Ci was kind to him, but in fact, this seemingly weak and harmless woman was probably the murderer who killed Yu Wan.

And when he learned of this, Zhu Ci was already dead, and he couldn't take revenge even if he wanted to.

He quickened his pace, walked through the corridor, and pushed away the room at the end.

This room is not spacious, with simple furnishings, tables, chairs and bed cabinets. The only advantage is a whole side of floor-to-ceiling windows, which are bright and facing the small garden.

It's a pity that there is no more scenery to enjoy now, but the desolate and desolate one, which touches the heart.

Fortunately, Su Xian had nothing to do with Shang Chun Bei Qiu. As soon as he walked in, he immediately got to the point. The previous investigation had found out the villa thoroughly. This should be Zhu Ci's bedroom.

He opened the closet door, and there were a lot of women's clothes hanging inside. He scanned around, and when he was about to close the closet door without interest, he unexpectedly found that there were some men's clothes inside.

The style and texture are very particular. Although it still looks crisp, it still exudes an old atmosphere. As for the owner of the clothes, he is naturally ready to tell.

It seemed that she missed her late husband very much.

However, Su Xian didn't think that these clothes had anything to do with Zhong Yuncong's father, so he quickly changed his target and went to search elsewhere.

He found a large pile of letters in the corner of another drawer. After opening them, he scanned them at a glance. It turned out to be the love letter written by Xiao Yin to Zhu Ci back then.

It is said that Zhu Ci's background is quite ordinary, and his relationship with Xiao Yin back then can be regarded as a realistic version of a fairy tale.

Su Xian flipped through all the letters hastily, but didn't find anything unusual. After thinking about it, he took out the letters, took them away after preparation, and studied them after returning home.

Half an hour later, he had thoroughly searched the bedroom again, but he did not find any clues related to Zhong Zhiyuan.

Although it was expected, he was still inevitably disappointed, not by himself, but because he was afraid of disappointing Zhong Yuncong.

He became irritable, and tried his best to hold it back, patiently, and looked around again.

His gaze slowly scanned the furnishings in the room, still monotonous and rigid, without any special features... Wait!

His gaze suddenly stopped on the wall facing the head of the bed, where a square and rectangular imprint was suspended, which looked... like a trace of a mirror frame.

frame?Judging by the size, it is likely to be framed with wedding photos or something.

Su Xian still remembered that in his own home, on the bedside of his parents' bedroom, their wedding photos were also hung.

So...why was the frame taken down?What about the photos inside?

Thinking of this, Su Xian gasped abruptly, and he finally realized that something was wrong - Zhu Ci's nostalgia for his deceased husband was everywhere, and the clothes and love letters were kept, so why in the whole bedroom, there was a No photos of Zhang Xiaoyin?

In fact, not only Xiao Yin, but even Zhu Ci's own. Strictly speaking, there is not a single photo left in the entire villa.

Because he didn't see it, he didn't notice this problem at all at first. Now that he thought about it, it was really abnormal.

It would be fine if Zhu Ci was a person who didn't like to take pictures, but the marks on the wall clearly showed that there was a picture frame hanging there for a long time, otherwise it wouldn't leave such a deep mark.

Could it be that before she died, all the photos of her and Xiao Yin were burned and buried with her?

It is not impossible.

But there is a bigger possibility—someone deliberately took away all the photos of the Xiao couple.

As for why, it probably didn't want people to see it.

Such a method can easily remind Su Xian of someone.

If he guessed correctly, the opportunity to sweep all the photos was probably the last carpet search. That time all his attention was attracted by Zhu Ci's corpse, and he did not participate in the search.

It must be what that person meant.

But why doesn't that person want him to see the photos?

Assuming it was for Zhu Ci, that's not necessary, he is very familiar with Zhu Ci; in this way, there is only the second and only hypothesis left - Xiao Yin.

Some people don't want him to have access to Xiao Yin's photos...why?

What are the photos for?is used for recording.

When a person sees a photo, the most intuitive impression is the person or object recorded on it.

The answer was obvious - the man didn't want him to know Xiao Yin's appearance.

But after guessing an answer, Su Xian fell into even greater doubts.

It seems that Xiao Yin, who has been dead for nearly 30 years, also has some mystery buried in him.

Otherwise, why would Zong Zhengze go to so much trouble?