What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

Shu Xingmi leaned on the sofa.

Could it be that the uncle killed his own younger brother for money, and then put the blame on his younger sister-in-law?

But why did the mother admit that she killed the person?

threaten?Shu Xingmi's heart shuddered, someone threatened his mother to take the blame...?

If that's the case, the mother should know who the real murderer is. With the mother's personality, it is impossible for him to get away with it.

Besides, in order to make the testimony more convincing, the real murderer should have told the mother all the details of the case, but the mother even made a mistake about the sleeping pills.

Did she really not know, or did she deliberately leave a loophole to imply that others were not the real culprit?

Shu Xingmi's thinking is not limited to this direction. Thinking from another angle, what if it is not the murderer who wants to make the mother a scapegoat, but the mother wants to protect the murderer?Could it be that the murderer was someone very close to the mother?

Who is worthy of her protection...

That was the revenge for killing her husband, the culprit who broke her peaceful life with a single sword.

Shu Xingmi even listed himself as one of the suspects, but at that time he was short and small, it was really too difficult to stab his father, and he had no motive at all.

After his father died, a kind policeman took him to see a psychiatrist, who diagnosed hemorrhoids and post-traumatic stress disorder, but had no history of other mental illnesses, such as multiple personality, schizophrenia, etc. .

"Xiao Fang." Zhang Jinqiu's voice was like two hands, pulling Shu Xingmi up from the abyss of myth.

"En?" Shu Xingmi's slack eyes gradually found the focus, like a group of fish swimming in the air and finally gathered towards the center.Just now I was too absorbed in my thoughts, as if I was in a place where no one was there.

The detective's phone has long been hung up.

"Looking at it now, my aunt doesn't look like a murderer." Zhang Jinqiu looked at Shu Xingmi.

"kindness."

"Besides, your inheritance is gone too." Zhang Jinqiu tried to keep his tone as normal as possible, not wanting to irritate Shu Xingmi.

"That was left to me by my father, I have to come back." Shu Xingmi nodded: "It's a lot of money."

It would be great if I could use this money in exchange for my father's return.

"it is good."

Zhang Jinqiu has already made plans to help, no matter what, he must seek justice for Shu Xingmi.

"I'm so tired, I want to sleep." Shu Xingmi stood up, took a change of clothes from the closet, went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Ah, forgot to undress.

Also forgot to adjust the water temperature.

Just got too distracted and made a stupid common sense mistake about life.

The spirit is a little dazed.

Shu Xingmi was drenched in cold water, and the clothes all over his body were stuck to his body cold and heavy.

Zhang Jinqiu was making the bed in the bedroom when he suddenly heard the faint sound of vomiting from the bathroom.

He threw down his pillow and rushed to open the bathroom door. Shu Xingmi was bending over and retching, coughing while vomiting.

His skin was wet and glowing white under the lamp.

Zhang Jinqiu supported Shu Xingmi: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

His clothes were soaked in a large area, he looked extremely embarrassed, and his hair was also wet.

Shu Xingmi held onto Zhang Jinqiu's arm and barely straightened his waist. He just felt dizzy, but it was nothing. It's just that he has been under too much pressure recently, and has no way to vent. It seems that even the tear glands are off work. Want to vomit, but can't vomit anything.

"No, no discomfort," Shu Xingmi's chest heaved, "Maybe there is."

He just wanted to make a joke, relieve his mentality, and make Zhang Jinqiu less worried.

"Let me wash with you and rub your back for you."

Zhang Jinqiu took off his clothes conveniently, but he was too wet anyway.

"The dignified president can still rub his back? That seems to be my job..." Shu Xingmi combed his hair back, and Zhang Jinqiu found that his hairstyle is also very good-looking, adding a bit of unruliness.

"I serve you today, who made you 'have'." Zhang Jinqiu just wanted to find an excuse to accompany him and talk to him.

"Hahaha……"

The more Shu Xingmi smiled, the more Zhang Jinqiu felt distressed.

"Turn off the light." Zhang Jinqiu touched the switch of the bedside lamp.

"Okay, close it." Shu Xingmi got under the quilt, reached out to find Zhang Jinqiu's arm, and then went down to hold Zhang Jinqiu's hand.

"Good night." Zhang Jinqiu bowed his head and kissed Shu Xingmi's forehead, and paused for a while before lying down.

"You are so gentle, Mr. Zhang." Shu Xingmi put his head on Zhang Jinqiu's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"God has treated you so badly, if I treat you badly, am I still human?"

"You should leave me," Shu Xingmi said vaguely, as if drunk: "Whoever you are with may be happier than being with me. My life is a mess..."

Shu Xingmi spoke the truth.

With Zhang Jinqiu's conditions, finding a beautiful, talented and sunny spouse is a matter of minutes. On the other hand, I have troubles one after another, with complex family backgrounds and a history of mental illness.

Zhang Jinqiu kissed Shu Xingmi, gagged him, and after a while, let him go: "What are you talking about? Who can I be happier with than you? En?"

He lightly squeezed Shu Xingmi's face: "Don't think about it, go to sleep."

"Well Goodnight."

Zhang Jinqiu stared at Shu Xingmi's face in the dark. At first, he was attracted by his appearance, figure and demeanor. He thought he was perfect... After walking into his life, he found that he seemed to be in a deep quagmire .

He seemed to be bound by chains one after another.

A garden with its gates and high walls perfectly repaired, but inside it is full of weeds. The statues that should have been white are covered with thick dirt and cracks everywhere. A faint withered breath, a cool aroma.

Compared with a garden full of flowers and full of spring|color, such a ruined garden fascinates him even more. He wants to bring the garden back to life, bit by bit, to imbue the garden with his own atmosphere.

Zhang Jinqiu was addicted to it and forgot to return.

"I have something to discuss with my grandmother."

On Friday afternoon, Shu Xingmi and Zhang Jinqiu came to Fang Zhai. Grandmother Fang's mansion is in the center of this rich area. mansion.

Nothing that happened outside Grandma Fang's house could escape their eyes.

The fat security guard in the guard room was condescending, looked at Shu Xingmi with his head, and said expressionlessly: "The old lady is not at home, if there is something important, I will convey it for you."

He recognized this young man, and what the old lady told him, as long as he came, he would never disappear.

"Not at home? When will you be back?" Shu Xingmi raised his head slightly and asked.

"I don't know." The security guard replied mechanically, "What's the matter with you?"

"Then please tell the old lady that I need the original copy of my father's estate list."

After Shu Xingmi finished speaking, he glanced in the direction of the villa. The second floor was the grandmother's bedroom. The originally closed curtains seemed to move slightly.

Zhang Jinqiu understood that the old lady was at home and she just didn't want to see her.

"Is there anything else?" The security guard scribbled down in his notebook.

Shu Xingmi smiled: "Also, please tell the old lady that it's been windy recently, so you have to close the doors and windows tightly to avoid catching cold... But it doesn't seem to help if you close them tightly. The windows are closed tightly today, but the curtains inside the windows But it was blown by the wind, which is really weird."

The security guard looked back, puzzled.

In the mansion not far to the west, Uncle Fang saw that Shu Xingmi had turned around and left, and immediately picked up the receiver to call the guard room of his mother's house. There was a deep cut between the two eyebrows.

"I see, it's all right, next time he comes again, you still reply like this." He said.

The microphone almost fell back on the seat by itself. Before the buttocks were hot, the uncle picked it up again. His stubby fingers pressed the shortcut key. As soon as it rang, the voice of an old woman came out of the microphone: "What? thing?"

"Mom, does the child know?"

"Know what?" Grandma Fang stroked the snow-white Pekingese obediently lying on her lap, without emotion in her eyes.

The man's voice was very low, but there was a hint of urgency: "Inheritance. Fourth brother's inheritance."

The grandmother was silent for a long time, her thin hands were wrinkled, and she gently stroked the puppy's head: "What did you say? I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm getting old, I forgot. I don't even know, little How would Fang know?"

Hearing what she said, the uncle felt relieved and swallowed: "I hope."

"Don't mention the past again," the grandmother sighed softly, with a trace of boredom in her eyes: "People don't live to suffer, but to live comfortably. Your fourth brother doesn't understand this truth, and your fourth sister-in-law doesn't understand it even more. If you don’t understand anymore, then I was really helping you in vain.”

"Yes, yes..." The uncle took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, and a few drops of oily sweat stains appeared on the brown golden fabric: "Mom is right, I understand."

"You understand? You don't understand as well as your daughter-in-law." The grandmother said with a sneer: "Don't look at your daughter-in-law who is usually quiet..." At this point, she stopped talking cleverly, no Going on: "Okay, just hang up if you have nothing to do."

"She doesn't see you, what should I do?" Zhang Jinqiu sat in the driver's seat and closed the car door.

Shu Xingmi sat in the co-pilot, closed the door, and put on the seat belt: "I have my own way, but I need your help."

"my pleasure."