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But what is Ji Zhisheng doing back in City C?

Xi Jin squatted on the bed for a while, dealt with the police affairs, took a leave of absence for herself, and then called Qin Yan.

He still doesn't know much about Ji Zhisheng.

Xi Jin: "Hello, Qin Yan?"

There was a burst of angry meowing from the opposite side, it sounded like Ah Ruan's, as if he was quarreling with Qin Yan unilaterally.After a while, he heard Qin Yan's weak voice.

"Listen, is Vice Captain Xi okay?"

Xi Jin said in a low tone, "After your senior brother put me to sleep, he ran away and told me he went to City C. Do you know what he was doing in City C?"

"Ah?!" Qin Yan suspected that he had heard wrong, "What did you say?!"

Xi Jinyou sighed resentfully, and recounted what happened last night with embellishment, which won Qin Yan's inexplicable sympathy.

He felt that no man would lie about this kind of thing. Qin Yan was shocked that Xi Jin would be willing to be the next one.

"It's like this. Brother, his parents left when he was six years old. He was young at that time, his memory was confused, and the time of worship was messed up. Later, it was scheduled to be in early autumn every year. He should go back to City C to see His parents have gone."

Xi Jin didn't blush at the lie she told.

"Is that so..."

Qin Yan coughed lightly: "Sister-in-law... No, Vice Captain Xi, I respect senior brother, although I shouldn't interfere too much with his love life, but I still have to say, if you are all serious, please give Brother, give him a little time so that he can accept it by himself."

Xi Jin's eyes flashed, and she said in a nonchalant manner: "...I always feel that he is avoiding me."

There was a moment of silence on the phone, as if Qin Yan was struggling.

Xi Jin sighed, with a sad tone: "I'm lying on the hotel bed alone, last night he tossed me until three o'clock in the morning, and he went to sleep right after finishing the work... you know, I'll wash him He took a bath and washed his clothes."

"Then when I opened my eyes just now, he paid the room fee and ran away..."

He didn't lie at all, he just said it pickily.But after he took it out and said it, Qin Yan's ears changed when he heard it.

Qin Yan had a headache.

He really couldn't accept Xi Jin talking to him in this tone.

It sounds like his senior brother is a scumbag throwing his husband away.

"Okay, okay, I don't suggest you go to City C to find him, but what I can tell you is that senior brother wasn't like this a year ago."

Qin Yan lowered his voice and sighed.

"If he also has you in his heart, it may be because he was worried about the last case of Rose Kiss. ​​He was arrested by T for seven days... What happened in the middle is not convenient for me to tell you, this is the privacy of my senior."

"When senior brother tells you one day, he will be considered as the time when he really intends to accept you. I can't get involved in this kind of thing."

"However, when I was doing psychological counseling for senior brother before, during the period before his consciousness became trance, senior brother was very easy to talk, and he could answer whatever he asked. If you want to be sure of senior brother's mind, you can take advantage of that time to ask him."

That's all Qin Yan said, and Xi Jin couldn't find out the rest no matter how much she asked.

After hanging up the phone, Xi Jin rubbed the phone, pondered for a while, looked at Ji Zhisheng's profile picture on the screen, thought for a long time, but still didn't call.

Before Lao Yuan talked to him about the rose kiss that Ji Zhisheng participated in a year ago, and they had a few words, but they kept it secret.

Xi Jin sighed, poked the screen distressedly, and lip-synced to Ji Zhisheng's profile picture

little fool.

***

City C, Fanyun Cemetery.

Although the two cities are not far apart, it still takes three or four hours to get there by car.

Like previous years, Ji Zhisheng bought a handful of white baby's breath and walked to his parents' joint tomb.

In front of the tomb is a bunch of ruined flowers, white forget-me-nots.The bunch in the photo that T left him before has passed a lot of time, and the flowers are completely withered.

He bent down, calmly swept the forget-me-not aside, and put the baby's breath on it.

The smiles of his parents on the tombstone were bright and gentle, Ji Zhisheng looked at them lightly for a while.He wasn't very sad, after all, they left when they were six years old.How much can a six-year-old remember about family affection.

But when he was a child, he watched other parents pick up their children from school, and he said in his heart that he was not envious.Later, when one got used to it, he didn't think it was a big deal. At most, he just took a look at it when other people's families were busy.

That's all.

After the death of the sixth person from Rosethorn, he came out of the hospital subconsciously avoiding the news about the case.The lunatic who suddenly appeared at the end should also belong to T, an abandoned one-time killer.

This seems to be an unbreakable vicious circle.

A year ago, Rose kissed seven people to death. He took over the first case and completely empathized countless times. He almost caught T's tail a few times, but he was always close.

The result of too many times of empathy is that during that time he almost thought he was T. After Rose Kissed the sixth person to die, he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Many people advised him to give up the case and replace it with someone else. .

Ji Zhisheng exhaled slightly, and put his palm on the cold tombstone, rubbing it for a moment.

T knows him very well, Ji Zhisheng doesn't know why there are people who know him so well in the world.In the last case of Rose Kiss, he caught T, and T also caught him.

But during the seven days when he was taken away, his eyes were blindfolded almost every day, his vision was lost, and his other senses were infinitely magnified. He will never forget T's voice and the cold touch of his fingers on his skin for the rest of his life.

Now, the case of the second rose that T re-enacted, that is, the case of the rose thorn, was completed with only one death.Inexplicably, Ji Zhisheng felt that one person would die in the end.

He still remembers the words T left him

"Rose is stronger than roses, I look forward to the next real meeting, mybeliever."

If nothing else, he will meet T again soon.This is also the reason why he didn't care too much about the news from the police station. He knew what T wanted to do, and T's ultimate goal was only him.

Ji Zhisheng's phone vibrated slightly.

He took it out and saw that it was a call from an unknown number.Ji Zhisheng's pupils shrank, and an almost terrifying intuition arose in his heart.

The yellowed leaves that fell next to the cemetery were swept up by the autumn wind, making it inexplicably empty and depressed.

One second before the phone was about to hang up automatically, Ji Zhisheng lowered his eyes and chose to connect.

"..."

His other hand tightened unconsciously, and his heart beat quietly accelerated.

There was a long silence, and a familiar low laugh came from the other side of the phone. The magnetic voice hit the eardrums directly, and it was pleasant to hear: "Long time no see."

It's T.

As soon as the voice fell, Ji Zhisheng's heart did not fall, but tensed instantly.His eyes were cold, and his fingertips had already landed on the recording key

"I guess, are you recording?" T smiled.

Ji Zhi paused.

He squinted his eyes and looked around the cemetery, but found no place to hide people.

T: "Don't look for it, I didn't spy on you."

He sighed regretfully, "Aren't you talking, I miss your voice very much, it's so beautiful."

Ji Zhisheng withdrew his gaze. Although T said he was not being watched, the feeling of being followed was really stuck in his throat.

"……What do you want to do."

T: "It's nothing, you don't want to see someone die again."

Ji Zhisheng said concisely: "Conditions."

"The condition is very simple," T said elegantly, "You, come and be my sacrifice."

"You come to replace those who should have been chosen to die."

T kills people without any other basis other than to delineate the geographical scope.As long as he wanted to kill, there would be no problem at all in randomly picking someone out at the location of the seventh node.

Danger can be predicted, but death cannot be avoided.

This is also the reason why Ji Zhisheng couldn't predict who the next person would be no matter how empathetic he was a year ago, he is not a god.

Ji Zhisheng: "I don't believe you."

When he faced T, he was in a sharp state that he didn't even notice, and his tone was sharp and calm, almost cruel.

"Hey..." T seemed to have a headache, "What should I do, you should know that I won't lie to you."

Indeed, T did not deceive him.

In Ji Zhisheng's eyes, this guy is a lunatic who has no logic at all, but on the contrary, he is extremely gentleman in a certain aspect.

T doesn't lie.

"Okay, I'll show my sincerity."

beep.

The phone hangs up.

Ji Zhisheng looked at the time, 59 seconds.

Strictly control it within 1 minute, if it exceeds 1 minute, if he calls the police to locate it from the beginning, T's position may be exposed.

Call again, as expected, the number has become empty.

Ji Zhisheng put down the phone.

What does the sincerity that T refers to...

What he said just now was that he didn't believe it, but he didn't say he didn't agree. T also heard it, so he told him his sincerity.

Ji Zhisheng raised his head and looked far away.

The rain in city C is always more than that in city G. When he came out, it was after ten o'clock, and it was two o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived in city C. Now it is after three o'clock, and layers of dark clouds rolled up in the distant sky.

Another predictable rain.

He didn't stay here any longer, Ji Zhisheng turned and left the cemetery, and drove back to City G.

It was still raining on the road, rarely mixed with thunder, Ji Zhisheng drove very slowly, the originally four-hour drive dragged on to six hours.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he arrived at Tianxi Court.

It was also raining in G City, and Ji Zhisheng was already drenched when he parked the car without an umbrella.

He frowned and pulled the wet clothes on his body. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he looked up and saw a big lump squatting at the door of his house.

Ji Zhisheng: "..."

Xi Jin squatted, turned her head expressionlessly, "You are finally back."

The two stood and squatted, one high and one low, and their eyes met.

The memories that were left behind last night poured out frantically, and they stretched their teeth and claws in the narrow space to challenge their sense of existence.

Xi Jin stood up abruptly, and walked in front of Ji Zhisheng with a sullen face.The latter retreated subconsciously, and was pulled over by Xi Jin.

He said fiercely: "The elevator is yours? Are you stupid in the rain? Just stand on the side and don't know how to take a step forward?" How dangerous.

He is tall, and his hands are a circle bigger than Ji Zhisheng's. The temperature in his palm is very hot, and he easily wraps around Ji Zhisheng's cool wrist, so warm that people can't help but want to miss it.

"Oh..." Ji Zhisheng looked away uncomfortably, and it was rare that he didn't chat with Xi Jin, and whispered, "Got it."

He broke free from the mat, dropped his hands to his sides, and subconsciously hid them back.

"You... what are you doing squatting in front of my house?"

Is it because of the incident at the hotel at night?

If Xi Jin really asked, what should he say, saying that he forgot everything, not at all?

But what if he continued to ask, if Xi Jin told him what happened in the hotel again, what would he do.

Ji Zhisheng has lived such a long life without having such complicated and entangled thoughts, which is not like him at all.

His body was slightly tense, and there was a subtle and low sharp feeling on his body, which was a gesture of self-protection, resisting anyone's overly intimate approach.

Xi Jin looked at him for a while, then snorted suddenly, raised her mobile phone and shook it, "It's not a big deal, it's not because you've been out for such a long time, and then it's raining outside again. I called you so You didn't answer many calls, so you were worried, so you came over and squatted."

He smiled and said, "Make sure you are still alive at the first time."

Ji Zhi paused, and looked at his mobile phone first. There were more than 20 missed calls from Xi Jin... He was driving on the highway at the time, and it was raining. He was very focused, so he didn't hear any of them. .

"……Gone?"

Xi Jin: "That's right! There is one more thing."

Ji Zhisheng raised his heart again, he pushed his glasses: "Well, what's the matter?"

The two of them are really close, Xi Jin walked back to her home in two or three steps, after a while, she took out an insulated box in her hand and handed it to Ji Zhisheng: "I have some leftovers from the freshly cooked rice, so it's a pity to throw it away. Out of the concern of neighbors and colleagues, I left it for you. You haven't eaten much today, have you?"

The rice is new, but the thermal box is from last night.

It was handed to Ji Zhisheng.

He originally wanted to refuse, but for some reason, looking at Xi Jin's smiling eyes, he swallowed the words of refusal on his lips.

He lowered his eyes, reached out and took the insulation box.

Ji Zhisheng wanted to say thank you, but felt that saying these two words seemed too much, but he didn't know what to say for a while, and stood there speechless.

During the two or three seconds of silence, he suddenly felt that the heat preservation box in his hand was very hot.

Before Ji Zhisheng was about to open his mouth to return it, Xi Jin patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Okay, you can go back and eat, and return it to me after you finish eating. This thermal box is too expensive."

After saying that, he went back directly, and closed the door neatly, leaving Ji Zhisheng alone outside.

Ji Zhisheng heaved a sigh of relief.

He hasn't dealt with his mood well yet, too many things happened today, and he needs to relax.

The door lock is still a combination lock.

Xi Jin also knew.

Ji Zhisheng's eyes were complicated, he opened the door, turned around and locked it, and put the heat preservation box in his hand on the table. He sat by the table for a while before opening the heat preservation box.

Three dishes and one soup.

Not much, but enough to fill you up.

The chopsticks and cutlery were neatly arranged, and a dish of steamed sweet rice was clumsily arranged in the shape of a heart.

This is not what Xi Jin said about "some left over", "it's a pity to throw it away, so I leave it to you", it is clearly made with a lot of effort, and it is specially reserved.

Ji Zhisheng was silent for a moment, then took the meals out of the insulated box and arranged them one by one.

The hot aroma gradually filled the cold room.

Many people have experienced such scenes countless times when they come home from get off work or school, and their loved ones have prepared meals and put them on the table, or are serving dishes in the kitchen, calling you affectionately for dinner.

Very ordinary, very common.

It is the ordinary that Ji Zhisheng has never experienced since he was six years old.

He picked up his chopsticks and took the first bite.

Then slowly, little by little, he ate all the food that Xi Jin had left for him.

The rice is sweet rice, and the porridge is sweet porridge, hot.