Bailian's stand-in has collapsed [Transmigration Book]

"Miss Li!"

The wind was howling, and Ms. Li couldn't hear other people's cries, but felt a pull on her wrist.

She fell from the bridge railing.

A passer-by nearby exclaimed, and subconsciously rushed forward to act as a backing.

Ms. Li fell on the back of one of them, dizzy from the impact.

But she was pulled back.

The people around breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister, is there anything you can't think about? There is nothing you can't pass through in such a wonderful time."

"People have to look forward, right? There are still beautiful things in life."

"Do you want to call the police? Did you encounter any difficulties? You can ask other people for help."

"That's right,? There are still many good people in this society."

……

They tried to comfort Ms. Li, but unfortunately none of them got the point.

Miss Li was still in a daze.

She also remembers raising her head a little to pay attention, because she realized that someone was very close next to her.

That was the one who had just pulled her back.

As if he was afraid that she would jump off suddenly and impulsively,? The man didn't let go, and still clasped her wrist.

Miss Li slowly focused her vision, and it took a long time before she recognized the person in front of her.

"You were the one just now..."

A familiar young man, she didn't really pay much attention to what he looked like,? But she was very impressed by the gauze and band-aid on his face.

He ran all the way panting,? At this time, he has not fully recovered,? His breathing is still a little short.

But he didn't blame Ms. Li, nor did he offer words of comfort, nor did he explain the reason to the onlookers.

To Ms. Li, this is a kind of thoughtfulness.

She calmed down a little bit,? At least she didn't tremble so badly anymore, and she could hear what others said clearly.

Gradually return to reality.

She heard people around her saying, "The police are here."

A car drove to the side of the road, and the high police officer in police uniform got out of the car, and the pedestrians parked around rushed up. You explained the situation word by word, and asked him to persuade the man who wanted to commit suicide young woman.

Officer Gao glanced at Ms. Li, nodded at Lin Jianqiu, and turned around to deal with pedestrians.

"Is there any representative who can tell me the specific situation?" He took out the notebook.

Pedestrians, you look at me, I look at you, and finally someone raised his hand hesitantly.

Then one after another, supplementing what they saw.

The traffic police also arrived soon and began to deal with the traffic accident.

Miss Li received much less attention immediately.

"I'll take you back." Lin Jianqiu said.

"Then this way..." Ms. Li looked at the crowd and felt a bit of uneasiness and guilt in her numbness, but her voice was still tired, "Did I cause you trouble?"

"They will take care of it." Lin Jianqiu replied.

"I..." Ms. Li muttered, looking down at Lin Jianqiu's hand, she said without much confidence: "I won't do that again, so can you let me go..."

She thought that Lin Jianqiu would insist, fearing that she would jump into the river again.

But Lin Jianqiu didn't even hesitate, and let go of his hand directly.

Miss Li didn't know how to react for a while, but her not overly cautious attitude undoubtedly made her gradually relax a little.

Lin Jianqiu asked her, "Where is your home?"

Miss Li pointed in a certain direction: "Go straight over there..."

So they walked over there.

Officer Gao waited until the nearby policemen arrived, handed over the on-site work, got into the car again, and followed the two of them not too far away.

That's how he brought Lin Jianqiu here before.

They all felt that Ms. Li's condition was too dangerous, so no matter what they wanted to send her to her parents, it would be better if someone took care of her.

But he was afraid that his identity as a policeman would irritate Ms. Li again, so Officer Gao could only follow at a place a little further away, where the person concerned would not easily notice.

Fortunately, Lin Jianqiu was there.

Lin Jianqiu is an amazing person.

Officer Gao realized this again.

Not only the talent of memory and intuition, but also the unparalleled affinity - but the latter is an active skill, it depends on his own wishes.

As long as Lin Jianqiu thinks about it, he seems to be able to establish a good relationship with anyone.

Including the nervous family members of the victim.

But... is that really just a reaction based on good insight?

Officer Gao followed behind, seeing Lin Jianqiu's side face full of regret.

There were moments when he was not looking at Miss Li, but at the scattered leaves on the side of the road, some of them were green shoots, which were blown down by the strong wind along with the branches.

Lin Jianqiu's expression also seemed to be a little dazed.

"Why is it her?"

"She's so young...why?"

Ms. Li muttered to herself, originally she just wanted to vent, but gradually fell into that emotion again.

She really meant that.

"why it's not me?"

"It's obviously my fault. I shouldn't let her go. I didn't protect her well..."

"I'm the damn one."

"Why can't it be me?"

"Because it wasn't your fault." Lin Jianqiu said.

Miss Li looked up at him numbly: "But, that's not An An's fault, she did nothing wrong, why was she the one who died?"

Questions that were almost crying blood.

Lin Jianqiu avoided her gaze for the first time.

"Yes, she did nothing wrong, she should have been alive."

Such a good time, she, they should all be alive.

Going to see flowers, grass, and the four seasons, to laugh, to cry, to be praised, to be scolded, to grow taller, grow up, and grow into what they want to be.

But God of Death didn't leave them that chance.

Miss Li looked at Lin Jianqiu's face fixedly.

As if looking for psychological comfort, and as if she had noticed some clues, she asked, "Have you seen such a thing before?"

"I..." Lin Jianqiu paused and said, "I have a friend."

He started with that, and then he was able to go on.

"He has a sister, a very small little girl."

"The little girl did nothing wrong, but... she was killed."

"She has no other family members. After she died, she didn't even have a grave. The body was found after a long, long time."

An An at least has a mother, grandparents, and grandparents.

Ms. Li's eyes were moist and her eyes were red. She couldn't figure out why there were such cruel people in the world, and she didn't dare to think that there would be another person who had the same experience.

Instead, she asked, "What about your friend?"

"He also felt that he didn't protect the little girl well, that he killed her, and that he didn't deserve to live."

Why wasn't I the one who died?

She is still so young, why can't she live?

He could have saved her.

Despair and self-blame, pressed up like a mountain, so suppressed that even breathing became a sin.

"and then?"

"And then he survived. If that child can still talk, he must hope that those who care about him can live a good life."

"At least, we must find the murderer and let him be punished, so that she can really rest in peace."

These are comforting words, and Miss Li understands this rationally.

But she still couldn't control the tears streaming down her face, and her tense nerves let go.

"...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Ms. Li murmured in a low voice.

She was apologizing for being mean.

Because she knew clearly that this was a hopeless tragedy, but once she knew that she was not the only one in the world, she felt sad, but she seemed to have found comfort and support.

That is not punishment from heaven, not retribution, but an ordinary tragedy in the world.

It wasn't her fault, it was the murderer's fault.

Ms. Li stood downstairs in her house, squatting down against the lamppost regardless of her image, broke down and burst into tears without any scruples.

Miss Li's parents opened the door.

They just learned the news that their ex-son-in-law and granddaughter were killed, and they couldn't believe it for a while, their eyes were also red, and they felt unacceptable.

But seeing their daughter's haggard look, they swallowed back their questioning words.

"Come back to eat first." Li's mother held her daughter's hand, and looked outside at Lin Jianqiu, "Young man, please send her back, if you don't mind, let's have a meal together."

Li's father nodded silently, and patted his daughter's shoulder casually.

Miss Li lowered her head and sobbed softly, but she was obviously more relaxed in front of her parents.

Lin Jianqiu was also relieved, shook his head, and said goodbye to them: "I have other things to do, so I won't stay any longer."

He paused for a moment, and waited for the Li family to calm down a little, before finally reminding: "If you have any clues about Mr. Dai and An An, I hope you can tell the police if it is convenient. It doesn't matter about the case. It’s something wrong with my intuition, and I’m not sure whether to tell the police, or you can tell me, and I’ll check.”

As he spoke, he touched his pocket.

The pen was still there, but the notebook he used to carry with him was gone. He froze for a while, and soon recovered.

He took a small ticket from his pocket, wrote a series of numbers on the back of the small ticket, and handed it to Miss Li.

"I'm not a policeman, so I don't have to worry about disturbing me, affecting my handling of the case, and of course I don't have to worry about taking any responsibility."

Li's father's expression was slightly relaxed, but he still had doubts: "Then what do you do? You can't be a reporter, right?"

"No." Lin Jianqiu smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, I won't use your stories to make money."

"It's just running errands, helping the police a little, and earning some hard work money."

"I also hope that the case can be solved as soon as possible. Only after the case is closed can I get the bonus."

In short, take money to do things.

Li's father felt that this person looked a little loose, but he relaxed his vigilance because of this. It's not that they didn't believe in the police, but when they saw the police, they unconsciously confronted the death in the homicide case, and they were majestic enough to let them Feel the pressure.

"Okay. We'll let you know if something happens."

Li's father nodded and said a few polite words, but he was obviously a bit colder.

Lin Jianqiu didn't care, Li's father and Li's mother didn't necessarily know much about Mr. Dai's situation, and there was Miss Li around, so it would be more convenient for her to convey the situation on her behalf.

"Then I'll go first. Ms. Li has a good rest. If there are any new developments, the police will notify you."

"Wait." Miss Li suddenly stopped Lin Jianqiu.

Lin Jianqiu had already walked down the steps. Hearing this, he stopped and turned to look at her.

Ms. Li pushed her parents into the door, then stood outside and closed the door behind her backhand.

The soundproofing of the door of her house is very good, and at this time, she really doesn't care that much.

"Why?" Miss Li paused and asked, "Your friend...why did that murderer kill that child?"

Lin Jianqiu was startled.

He didn't answer, and Ms. Li asked again: "The murderer, has he finally been caught?"

Lin Jianqiu nodded: "Caught it. He caught it with his own hands. In the end, the murderer was sentenced to death."

Miss Li leaned against the door in a daze, watching Lin Jianqiu go down the stairs.

She was grateful for this result, but her heart was heavy with pain and despair, and it was difficult to feel joy.

And she also felt that Lin Jianqiu, who was talking like that, didn't seem to be happy about it.

In any case, it is impossible for the dead to open their eyes again.

What the living can do is limited after all.

But you have to do it.

The dormitory building of the research center.

The new intern nervously stood outside holding the folder, and stammered thanks to Ye Huaishuang: "Ma, sorry for the trouble, Teacher Ye!"

Ye Huaishuang happened to have the reference materials he wanted here.

Ye Huaishuang was surprisingly easy to talk to, after hearing him stammering his request, he agreed without saying a word.

It's also not that busy recently, it's rare for him to get off work on time, so he just brought someone to pick up his things.

The intern was flattered and followed Ye Huaishuang almost at the same time.

After standing at the door, he didn't dare to move an inch, he just stood there stiffly.

There are quite a few reference materials, Ye Huaishuang took out two from the bookshelf, turned around and saw someone standing outside, and had to remind him: "Come in."

"Huh? Oh, good."

The intern hurried in, Ye Huaishuang turned to look at him, he took a step back in fright and bumped into the desk behind.

A stack of draft paper placed on the edge of the desk crashed to the ground, and the little pink doll also fell upside down into the trash can.

The intern was even more flustered by this, and turned around in a hurry to clean up.

"Don't move." Ye Huaishuang said.

The intern immediately dared not move.

Ye Huaishuang stuffed the materials he took out into his arms, and then turned to get the rest.

"The above three volumes can be given to you, remember to return the others when you are finished."

The intern looked at the knocked-off things in embarrassment: "Sorry, those things..."

Ye Huaishuang: "It's okay, I will clean up later."

He really wasn't angry because of this, he took the last book and handed it to the intern, then bent over to pick up the things that had fallen from the table, and took out one of the booklets and handed it over.

"This one can also be given to you, it's the latest one this month."

The intern nodded blankly: "Thank you, Teacher Ye."

Ye Huaishuang's reaction made him a little surprised.

Such a trivial matter on ordinary people is naturally not worth mentioning, but Ye Huaishuang has a different identity after all.

He is not only the eldest son of the Ye family, but also a genius in the field. It is natural for him to have eccentricities and bad temper, but he is too peaceful to make people feel a little dazed.

Unexpectedly approachable.

Not at all like his brother.

The intern thought of Ye Linyun whom he had met by chance. The sense of superiority in his bones was not against the aura of his birth, but if Ye Huaishuang was compared in front of him, it would be a bit dazzling.

Fortunately, he was working with Ye Huaishuang, not Ye Linyun.

It's certainly a good thing that your boss has a good temper.

The intern quickly came to his senses, looked at the book in his hand, quickly picked an open space and put it aside for the time being, and went forward to help pick up things.

Some of them had already fallen to the ground. The window was opened with a small gap and it was not closed tightly. Probably the wind just came in and blown the scattered papers to the ground.

Of course, what is placed here is not any important information, but a draft paper that is readily available. From the corner of the eye, the intern saw Ye Huaishuang pick up the doll from the trash can, patted the ashes and put it back on the table.

Look at the paper I just picked up in my hand. The back of the discarded exercise paper is divided into two halves. One half remembers that I am going to attend a lecture at a certain school tomorrow, and the other half has the names of several novels written on it.

Internships are inexplicably subtle, and most of them are accidents.

He has always heard that Ye Huaishuang is so serious and serious that he has no interest in anything other than researching his career, not to mention having fun and relaxing, and he doesn't even know about the raucous entertainment gossip.

So much so that before he met Ye Huaishuang, the impression he had in his mind was that of an old man in his 80s and [-]s with a wrinkled face.

Facts have proved that the rumors are not entirely credible.

It's as nonsense as saying "Ye Huaishuang is arrogant, indifferent and unreasonable".

"Does Teacher Ye also like to read mystery novels?" the intern asked.

"I'm a little interested recently." Ye Huaishuang replied.

"Really?" the intern said with great interest, "To tell you the truth, I actually like reading mystery novels very much. If you are interested, I can recommend a few books to you. Although the ones you wrote are well-known, But it's not the best in the circle..."

"Wait." Ye Huaishuang interrupted him.

The intern froze for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed.

He couldn't stop talking about the things he was interested in, and he seemed to talk too much unconsciously.

Ye Huaishuang got up and took out the pen and paper, then turned to look at him with a serious face: "You tell me, I'll write it down."

intern:……?

Outside the dormitory.

Zou Mingzhi held the bag in one hand and the mobile phone in the other, comparing the photos with the building outside.

The research center not far away still has Yip's logo printed on it, which Zou Mingzhi can still recognize.

He frowned because of this, and he couldn't believe it.

"What is Lin doing here again? Didn't he break up with Ye Linyun? Is he looking for an opportunity to get back together?"

Zou Zhiming muttered to himself.

The photo in his hand was the photo of Lin Jianqiu when he entered the dormitory.

In fact, it was several days ago, and the photo was taken very blurry, but Zou Zhiguang cast the net to inquire about Lin Jianqiu's news, and this photo was sold to him to earn some pocket money.

Zou Mingzhi didn't know about it, and didn't care too much about it. As long as it was a place where Lin Jianqiu haunted, he was willing to try his luck.

After all, it's the last few days.

If he couldn't find any other way, he wouldn't have set his mind on Lin Jianqiu.

The so-called dead horse is a living horse doctor.

"Could it be that the photo came out of P?"

After waiting for no one to come in and out for a long time, Zou Mingzhi finally began to have doubts.

He was hesitating whether to leave first, but when he looked up, he saw someone coming out of the gate.

Still a familiar face.

Zou Mingzhi looked around, subconsciously jumped into the nearby bushes, then squatted down, then slowly raised his head, and looked out furtively.

Ye Huaishuang and a young man with a book in his arms came out of the building and approached along this path.

Zou Mingzhi recognized him as the person who was with Lin Jianqiu last night.

He was thinking of going out to say hello and make love, when he heard the young man next to him call out, "Ms. Ye."

Zou Zhiming was stunned for a moment.

He had never met Ye Huaishuang before, but he also recognized that this was Ye's territory, and he was a little nervous when he heard the word "Ye".

Moreover, the young man's attitude was quite respectful, and the status of the person next to him was not low.

When the two got closer, he heard them mention Ye Linyun again.

When the intern talked about it, he thought that Ye Linyun would take over here, but Ye Huaishuang said that he couldn't control this place. He didn't care about exposing his younger brother's faults. If an outsider manages an insider, it will only make a mess.

It is enough for him to do a good job in the company's business.

The intern was insinuating, and he was relieved when he heard this.

Zou Zhizhi, who was hiding behind the bushes, opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it for a long time.

It took a long time for his dull brain to realize who this "Lao Laolao" in front of him was.

Ye Linyun's brother, the eldest son of Ye's eldest son, is the eldest son who has a higher inheritance right than the second young master Ye.

Fortunately, he didn't offend this Teacher Ye before.

This was Zou Zhizhi's first reaction, he touched his neck subconsciously.

Then he widened his eyes again and realized another thing——

How did Lin Jianqiu get along with Young Master Ye?

Does Ye Linyun know about this?

The author has something to say: Zou: Shocked my whole family (bushi)

Let me tell you a joke. I squinted for a while when I was coding last night, then woke up and looked at the document. More than 2000 words were deleted to only three garbled characters.

I:……

I pondered all night how I did it

(So ​​I got up this morning and rewrote TAT)