The bird raised by the boss has lost his memory

About Churou, Song Zhixia didn't know much information, and he hardly closed his eyes that night.

At 05:30, he opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone to look at it, and went to the location Chu Rou sent him after going out.

That location is in the mountain going in from the ancient town, it has not been developed, and the road leading to the mountain is walked out by people who have been picking herbs and growing vegetables for many years.

At six o'clock, the sky was already bright, and there was a layer of mist in the mountains. Weeds were overgrown from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and the branches were crooked.

People who hide the unknown behind the fog and can set the time and place in this kind of place are definitely not idle people.

Song Zhixia exhaled and walked up the mountain. After walking for about ten minutes, he saw a rest pavilion halfway up the mountain. There would not be a serious rest pavilion in this kind of wilderness. Shelter from the wind and rain.

A woman sat in the pavilion, wearing a pure white long cloak, with her long hair loose behind her, she just sat there motionless, no different from a female ghost.

I don't know how long she sat there, the whole body was soaked in a thin cold air, and she felt cold behind her before she got close to her.

Chu Rou tilted her head: "You are here."

Seeing her appearance, Song Zhixia was taken aback. There was no good place for any exposed skin, and the irregularly shaped scars spread their teeth and claws on her body, which was hideous and ugly.

Chu Rou fixedly stared at him, looking at the similar outline, familiar eyebrows and eyes, the light blue was like a gem soaked in sea water, dazzling, just like in previous years.

At this moment, she could hardly tell who was Song Zhixia and who was Lin Yi, Chu Rou sneered again: "You are finally here."

Song Zhixia was silent: "So, why did my mother commit suicide back then?"

"She deserves to die," Chu Rou said with an indifference on her face, "Death makes people unclean, what a disaster."

The corner of Song Zhixia's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Do you think that everything she got is yours after she dies? It's so pitiful."

These words were precise and direct, and they pierced Chu Rou's heart. She stood up suddenly, her eyes were cold, and she said angrily: "That is obviously my thing!"

Song Zhixia took a step forward. He was taller than her, and the height difference brought a faint sense of oppression: "You are in the same company, even the manager is the same. When she was exposed to the scandal and was hidden in the snow, was it because of you?"

There was no expression on the young man's face, and there was a permeating light in his eyes, like a cold blade under the moonlight.

Chu Rou hated his eyes the most. When she saw them for the first time, she was terrified, but every time she looked at them, she felt more pressured.

Her red lips parted slightly, and the skin around her mouth full of dead skin scars wrinkled up: "Guess?"

These two words are no different from admitting, Song Zhixia's heart suddenly became angry, and he lowered his fingers and clenched into fists at some point.

He asked again: "After that, on the eve of the Lotus Award, her legs were disabled, is it because of you?"

Following these words, Chu Rou seemed to see that light girl who couldn't stop spinning and jumping, who was as beautiful as a fairy.

It's her, it's her every time, but wherever she stands on the stage, others will never see anything else.

Extremely hateful.

Chu Rou readily admitted: "Yes! She dances so well, everyone says she can win the prize, she is the queen of dancing, young and talented, her future is boundless, but no one knows, in order to prepare for this competition, I practice eighteen hours a day!"

This is the first time in more than twenty years that she has revealed the deepest secret buried in her heart.

This dark and rotten seed was buried too deep, and dazzling piranhas bloomed from the depths of the mud, gnawing at her heart bit by bit.

Now that the sun has reappeared, it is as if the guilt and pain that weighed heavily on her shoulders have completely disappeared and turned into a wisp of smoke under the sun.

No need for Song Zhixia to continue to press, she smiled and said calmly: "And she committed suicide, don't you wonder why she committed suicide? That's because I visited her specially and brought a trophy."

That afternoon was as fresh in her memory as yesterday.

After 20 years, the years have left some traces of time on Lin Yi's face, and lines have been added to the corners of her lips and eyes, but the gentle and soft temperament radiates from every corner of her body, full of vitality.

It looks like she is living a happy life, but she has nothing, her husband is dead, her reputation is gone, and her money is only enough for food and clothing. How can she be happy?

Chu Rou couldn't figure it out, just like she didn't understand why she had everything, she was still pale and tired all these years, every time she thought of Lin Yi, she always felt uneasy.

It seems that only when she completely disappears can the qi trapped in her chest come out.

So she threw the photo of sleeping with Xie Heng in front of her eyes, smiling and admiring Lin Yi's sudden world-shattering expression.

Then he took out the trophy he got that year, and asked her word by word how she has been in these years.

Everything was as she expected, Lin Yi was a fragile woman, facing such a heavy blow and humiliation, she chose to end everything with death.

Song Zhixia's voice brought her back to reality: "You lunatic, you should go to the lunatic asylum!"

He was a little short of breath, and kept rewinding what she said like a kaleidoscope in front of his eyes. These seemed to be hidden in the depths of his memory, but they were smashed into pieces, and they couldn't be pieced together.

At the same time, the button recorder in his pocket recorded all this silently.

"That's crazy? You haven't seen anything crazier." Chu Rou grinned, revealing her white teeth. It was a distorted smile. She took out a photo and flaunted it, "Look at this Is it? This has something to do with your father, oh, you were young when he died, so you don't have much impression of him, right?"

Song Zhixia's headache was about to explode, and he vaguely saw her carrying a photo shaking, so he subconsciously took a step forward, trying to see the content on it clearly.

As soon as he took a step, he was suddenly suspended in the air. The bottom of his feet was not ordinary bricks and stones, but hollow!

Song Zhixia's eyes reflected the disgusting smile on Chu Rou's face. At the very moment, he reached out to grab her, and the two of them fell heavily.

It was dark, you couldn't see your fingers, the light above your head was faint and distant, the air was filled with fresh earthy smell, and the insects were disturbed by the sound of heavy objects falling, and flew up the cave wall.

In the dark and heavy chaos, Song Zhixia heard a voice next to his ear: "Your father was seduced by me. He couldn't stand the temptation and slept with me. Later, because of this, he blamed himself and crossed the road in a car accident. After many years Later, your mother, who was deeply in love with your father and husband, couldn't bear the stimulation and committed suicide."

The voice was soft and soft, with a chilling temperature: "Then guess what I'm going to do now?"

Song Zhixia lingered on the verge of losing consciousness, gasping for breath, everything around him seemed to be immersed in deep water, enveloping and sinking.

It was clear what she was going to do.

"I'm missing you," Chu Rou murmured, "I'm missing you, you can reunite with them, but I won't do that. Then you will be too happy, won't you?"

"After so many years, I've understood a truth. Happiness and relaxation are reserved for the dead, and the most painful is for those who stay behind."

"Song Zhixia——I want you to bear the imprint of your soul and always remember that you killed me, and your conscience will never be relieved."

Song Zhixia hit his head when he fell, and his blood expanded rapidly, as if a torrent pierced his ears.

But this couldn't resist the spread of the cold blood mist, and soon the entire cave was filled with the sound of dripping water.

A bloody dagger was delivered to the unconscious Song Zhixia.

Chu Jing suddenly woke up from the bed, he had a nightmare.

People like him don't care about day and night when they are busy, and rarely dream when they sleep.

He looked at the light outside the window, it wasn't very bright, it was estimated to be around six o'clock.

Chu Jing pinched the bridge of his nose, found slippers by the bed, picked up his phone, and went to the bathroom to process the news.

The first thing he saw was the message from Song Zhixia, which was an address.

【If I don't come back before seven o'clock, come to this place to find me】

The nightmare he had last night suddenly reappeared, Chu Jing had a vague premonition, he glanced at the address, and hurried out without saying a word.

The address is located on the mountain behind the ancient town, and the place is remote. Basically, no one would go to such a place.

After Chu Jing told the director team to organize their staff just in case, he climbed up the mountain at the fastest speed in his life. There were marks made by people along the way, which were small red triangle symbols.

Following these marks, Chu Jing saw the rest pavilion on the mountainside, and the symbols came to an abrupt end.

His heart beat faster and faster, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on Chu Jing's forehead. He held his breath, stepped on the stone steps, and walked to the rest pavilion step by step.

Then he saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

The middle of the rest pavilion was hollowed out, and a cave was left. At the bottom of the cave, Song Zhixia and Chu Rou were lying side by side. Their clothes were soaked in blood, and it was impossible to tell whose blood it was.

Song Zhixia held a knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was stained with blood.

The heartbeat that was about to explode almost stopped suddenly.

Chu Jing immediately called the police and asked his secretary to send a private doctor by helicopter within an hour.

News of Song Zhixia lying at the bottom of the pit with the dead Chu Rou in the early morning, holding a knife in his hand spread like wildfire, but the director tried his best to block the news, and no rumors were allowed until the results of the police investigation came out.

The police cordoned off the entire mountain, and then took pictures of the bottom of the pit, keeping everything around.

As the first eyewitness, Chu Jing was naturally left to inquire about the situation.

After a few brief explanations, the helicopter arrived.

Chu Jing made a pause gesture: "He is injured, can I send him to the doctor temporarily?"

The criminal policeman in charge of the case held his notebook and looked up at him: "What's your relationship with Song Zhixia?"

Chu Jing was silent, and said lightly, "He is my lover."

The policeman nodded thoughtfully.

Chu Jing walked towards Song Zhixia who had been rescued from the bottom of the pit. He was lying on the ground, surrounded by two policemen who were taking care of him.

He pointed in the direction of the helicopter: "The doctor is here, I'll carry him over and come back later to continue taking notes."

"Ok."

Song Zhixia was lying on the ground, he was wearing yesterday's clothes, his face was snow-white, the corners of his lips were tightly closed, and his condition was not stable.

Chu Jing picked him up and called softly, "Xia Xia, don't be afraid."

He knew that he could not kill, and the truth would be found out when he woke up.

After going through this kind of thing, he must have been quite frightened.

Smelling the familiar scent between the nostrils, the fresh and cold pine fragrance, Song Zhixia was awakened from the chaos for an instant. Immediately, he struggled to open his lips: "My pocket..."

Chu Jing took out a button-shaped thing from his pocket.

Song Zhixia seemed relieved, and fell into a coma again.

Chu Jing, who works in the entertainment industry, has seen many methods, and he is no stranger to the tape recorder in his hand. He handed it to the other two policemen: "This may help the case."

The button recorder was preserved as evidence.

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