"The sweet song has become a distant sound in memory,

The brilliant countryside turned into a solemn city wall in the dead silence,

The cracked streets are like my torn heart,

Let the roar in my heart turn into a thunderbolt that pierces their eardrums!

Let the flames of anger in my chest erupt and engulf them completely!

Let their blood clot red and raindrop everywhere!

Bless me, they will rot in the dirt, and I will welcome Nirvana!"

"That's it...... This one. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info I received it almost at the same time as Dr. Song, and we were both a little confused at the time, and we were hesitant to call him right away or wait to see if he would continue to send it, and then, and then ......" Li Yunqing felt that her emotions were becoming more and more difficult to restrain herself. "Are you sure who else is answering this message?" Holding her phone, Dante looked away from the screen to see her face, a little unbearable to continue. "Mr. Hu took the initiative to call me and asked him what he meant. I asked him to ask the centre if anyone else had received it, and he later told me no. I also asked Trini and she didn't receive it either. Speaking of this, Li Yunqing turned her head and asked, "What about you?" Without waiting for Dante to answer, she reacted again: "Oh, you told me, no." Yes...... That's fine. By the way, what do you mean by 'Zheng Haohui, or the person who sent the text message'?"

Dante made up a slightly heavy lie at the end: "Before reading the text message, I thought that Zheng Haohui's mobile phone number was stolen by fraudsters, and then the scammer sent something like 'I was kidnapped, and if you don't pay to redeem me, they will tear up the ticket' and so on to scare you." But apparently I was wrong. He handed her back the phone and stared at her fist-clenched hand for about three seconds. "Sister Yun, I really wish I could say to you, 'Don't worry, it's okay', but that's more like coaxing you, and I'm afraid that coaxing won't solve the problem at this time. So I have to say: be careful, stay safe. There's something I should do. "What are you going to do?" "Specific...... I don't know, but it's for us, maybe...... It also has to be for Zheng Haohui. I can't just sit by and watch just because I didn't get a text message. He looked up for a moment, then raised his right arm, first to her hand, then to her shoulder, and finally with his right hand he tapped her back. "When I was playing basketball in college, I used to encourage my teammates like that, and of course I had to work a little harder than that. He explained to Li Yunqing, "But I believe you don't really need any encouragement, because I know you more calmly and resolutely than many men, including me." So I just want to make two requests: first, to be careful about your own safety, but not to be too nervous, and second, I need to take 10 days off, and I ask for your approval. "Do you know the police or anyone in the government?" asked Li Yunqing. "I don't know. Dante shook his head, "I'll have to do it myself." "Don't be stupid!" "Don't worry, it won't. I don't even dare to argue with the waiter at the fast food restaurant if I'm alone. ”

If there's one benefit to Beijing's congested ground transportation, it's that it gives Dante plenty of time to settle his thoughts. When Li Yunqing asked him what he was going to do, he really hadn't thought it through. He belongs to the kind of person who does not easily perceive the situation and discern the direction immediately, and must spend more time thinking and reconsidering. "This guy has two negligences. So, by the time he was in the afternoon when he was rarely late due to traffic jams and silently rushed to the Dongyuan Printing House, a complete set of inferences had matured in his chest in front of Yugong, Xingtian and Jane Eyre, who had been waiting for a long time, "It was these two points that convinced me that this poem-like text message was by no means written by Zheng Haohui." ”

Although the group meeting was held urgently, it was not convened on an ad hoc basis. At the Acacia Bean Nightclub that night, the last conversation between Xingtian and Dante was to convene a meeting the next day (Xingtian would inform the others) to exchange new information about the "bystanders" to determine if the current plan needed to be adjusted. However, at this moment, Dante had a vaguely unusual feeling - although the "colleagues" were attentive to him to explain why they judged that the person who sent the text message was not Zheng Haohui, but from the subtle point of view, they all seemed to have something in their hearts. Dante didn't think much about it, and further analyzed: "First point, I believe that the people who received this text message must not be the only ones in the rescue center - the guy who sent the text message must have sent it to all the people who thought they had a relationship with Zheng Haohui, but he just missed me, because he couldn't imagine that Zheng Haohui had drunk with me and had a heart-to-heart relationship...... "The matter of you two eating together is not a text message?" Xingtian interjected, "Zheng Haohui has your number in his mobile phone, and he has the opportunity to go out to eat with him." There aren't many people in the rescue center, right?" "So that's an oversight! If Zheng Haohui is fa, there must be my share." And the person who actually made up the text messages either didn't take the two text messages we exchanged seriously, or they didn't even know that we had eaten and drank!"

"The second point is that Zheng Haohui can't write such a text. "He has a little bit of a knack for drawing comics, but he doesn't have much of a talent for language, and he's not a poet." From the experience of being in contact with him, I am very sure of this. Looking at this poem, the person who compiled it intended to convince everyone that this is Zheng Haohui's fateful poem, so he tries to express a desperate emotion between the lines. But if Zheng Haohui really has this kind of emotion - and whether he will do any physical movements - he will definitely use straightforward language to completely vent it, regardless of the carved words. And look at this poem, hum, it uses a lot of sensational rhetoric and imagery, but unfortunately too much attention is paid to the display of literary style, but it restricts the expression of emotions, which is really self-defeating. If it weren't ghostwriting, he wouldn't have put the cart before the horse. ”

Yugong didn't prepare tea today, but Ding talked for a long time, felt that his mouth was a little dry, and unscrewed the mineral water in front of him. After a brief silence, the three of them did not ask a single question, but Dante went further: "Based on the above two points, I began to imagine again: Who is the person who made up the text message?" "It seems that you have a suspect?" asked Yu Gong. "This person doesn't know about my relationship with Zheng Haohui, and he probably doesn't know about me as a round-the-clock volunteer. Based on this, I have a bold speculation: at the latest, since I first went to Dizi Jiayuan, this person has disappeared from Zheng Haohui's life. "Already?" Jane Eyre's eyes lit up, "you mean ...... once" "Yes! This man had been in his life, and was very close to him, familiar with his thoughts and emotions, and especially knew his troubles well, and knew how to ignite them into outpouring anger. ”

Xingtian put away the nail clippers that he had been playing with for a while, and rubbed his hands vigorously, he roughly expected who Dante was referring to. "Although it sounds a little incredible, I judge that this person should be Zheng Haohui's bride!" Sure enough, Dante's final conclusion was not as expected by Xingtian, including the sentence that followed: "And she has accomplices!" (To be continued.) )