The white snake gradually gasped for breath and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Sorry to make you ...... So uncomfortable. Would you like to drink some water?" Dante saw that her face was a little bloody again, and Fang breathed a sigh of relief and handed over a bottle of mineral water. "Whew, that's great, it's not iced tea. White Snake took the water and unscrewed it and took a big sip, "It's okay, it's not because of your ...... here"

When she entered the living room, she accidentally broke up a pile of empty cans, and they immediately rolled down to the ground like ping-pong pong had been hit by bowling. But she was not to blame, for the dozen or so wine cans, which were said to have been emptied three days ago, had been hastily piled up and hastily placed by the door like the blocks of a one-year-old child, and fortunately the large pool of sticky wine stains in the center of the living room had been wiped away, otherwise the usual newspapers and printouts scattered on the sofa, tables and chairs, and even the slightest smell mixed in the air were nothing compared to it and the empty cans. Despite this, White Snake still remembered Zheng Haohui's studio for a moment, and then recalled the shock he received when he first came to Dante's house with Xingtian. However, these are not the causes of her old problems - "Men themselves have this virtue?" White Snake has no habit of cleanliness, and the last time she said something similar was when she entered the small house provided by Director Zhang for the third or fourth time to help clean up, in a joking tone, except that the man she teased had not contacted her since the quarrel at the clinic that night.

However, she came here today wearing a replica network maintenance worker's uniform and carrying a toolbox, not to ask this man's friends to convey what she meant, they had something to do. Therefore, she adjusted her state as soon as possible, and listened to Dante finish talking about the situation with Zheng Haohui that night. "And then?" she asked, "Did he say what happened to his mother?" Dante shook his head, "No." He's like a little ...... Like a child, crying all the time, I can't persuade me, let alone inquire about anything. I finally cried enough, he was already staring at him in a daze, so I had to carry him to the guest bedroom to sleep. Then I pretended to be reading in the living room with the small light on, keeping an eye on for his movements. But he slept quite well, and did not wake up until eight o'clock the next morning, and when he got up, he did not say much, and went on a long journey. ”

In the end, he failed to get out of the ...... surnamed Zheng Ahem...... Who the hell are the parents? In the comprehensive security office of the vegetable market, Xing Tian scratched his head in discouragement, and suddenly smiled, "Then he poured so much wine for nothing, cough!" Yu Gong stopped laughing, signaled Xing Tian not to speak too loudly, and said: "But he made two inferences, which sound quite scary." "Oh?" "First, Zheng Haohui's mother is likely dead, or at least Zheng Haohui will have a hard time seeing her again. "Or he wouldn't have cried so sadly?" "Yes, Dante was sure it wasn't acting. Second, Zheng Haohui had a psychological motive to kill his father. "Ahh......h cough cough cough ...... How did he know?", he said, he sensed that Mr. Cheng was 'full of resentment towards his father'. "But, well, they talked so much, and Dante complained a lot about his own father, didn't ......he?" Ahem...... Could it be that he also had a psychological motive to kill his father?" I also asked Dante this question. "Yu Gong's demeanor is solemn," he replied, Zheng Haohui is not good at restraint when dealing with his own emotions, but likes to indulge, in this way, his resentment can easily be transformed into murderous intent when it accumulates to a corresponding extent. ”

The two were silent for a while, and then Xing Tian asked, "What did you and the White Snake find at Zheng Haohui's house?" Yu Gong glanced at the door of the house, and bent down to pick up the satchel containing the saucer.

White Snake took out a small cone and a cardboard with paper in his toolbox and walked into Dante's bedroom in a fake way, and Dante followed. The white snake held the cone to check the computer, and casually put the hard board on the bed. Dante picked up the board and saw that the pages sandwiched on it were all printed line by line like a chat log. "What is this printed?" "Copy it out of Zheng Haohui's computer with a USB drive. ”

"Jerry's Tom: 'Honey, have you had breakfast?'"

"Jerry's Tom: 'Well, I did. ’”

"Huh, this ......" read two lines, and Dante was surprised. "It's all copied from his chat. White Snake continued to pretend to fiddle with the computer.

"My Tom, are you going to take me out lately? I have to admit that you surprised me the last time we went out. It's just that the joy came a little late, and it almost made me lose my soul. ”

"Honey, I'm sorry, I'm not too convenient. ”

"Why?"

"Alas, I heard the Stone Waterfall again, louder than the last. ”

All the "conversations", the speaker is "Jerry's Tom". White Snake added that she had copied them in their entirety on pages without "excerpts". The time of each passage was pasted together, and Dante's gaze swept back to the top of the first page.

"I think the death knell is warning me not to continue to react to it. ”

"My Tom, do you really think so?"

"Yes dear, I only dare to admit it to you. ”

"You're brave, Tom. And I, I'm honored. ”

"I said, what kind of chat tool is he using?" asked Dante. "It's the same as we all use. White Snake stopped fiddling with the computer and walked over with the cone in his pocket. "Then who did he send these words to himself?" "The account of 'Jerry's Tom' only has one contact. "I guess, it's called 'Jerry'?" "No, the screen name is 'Jin Xiao Hongyan', and there is no remark name. Xiao is a serious Su under the grass word. "Does he have any other accounts?" "This is the only one on that computer." Dante listened to it and kept his mouth shut, and continued to look at the chat history while pondering this "Xiao Hongyan".

"Tom, you've said so much, shall I say a few words?"

"Okay, no problem. ”

"Have you thought about it, maybe the sound didn't mean to blame, it didn't urge you to react. The louder voice than before may be a casual change that does not necessarily imply a certain attitude. ”

"It's not just the sound, it's something else. ”

"Anything else, my Tom, can you tell me?"

"The ceiling. ”

"What's wrong with the ceiling?"

"You didn't see that either?"

"See what?"

"Purple liquid oozing from the corners of the ceiling. ”

"Really, dear, yes, I haven't looked up at the ceiling. ”

"The liquid was originally stuck to the ceiling of the first floor and didn't drip down. At first I thought it was a leak in the ceiling and wanted to wipe them off, but I wasn't tall enough. They disappeared on their own for a while, and after two or three days they reappeared on the second floor. I went down to the first floor and found that there was also on the ceiling. About a week later, on the ceiling of the toilet on the first floor, they reappeared. But it's as if you or anyone else doesn't see it at all, so I believe this is a revelation to me. ”

On a whim, Dante imitated Zheng Haohui's action of looking at the ceiling three days ago, and muttered in his heart: "Xiao Hongyan, Xiao, Xiao, Yan, Yan, Jia Yan, purple liquid, does he see that I also have a purple liquid on the roof?"