The steaming millet porridge was forcibly sent into his mouth by Lin Fan, and his stomach was full of burning sensations.

He suppressed the discomfort in his body, looked at Xin Chen on the other side and hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" He frowned.

Putting away the phone, Xin Chen absentmindedly stirred the lotus seed porridge in the bowl, she took a sip, raised her head and said to Lin Fan: "There are no other valuable clues left on the perfume bottle except for my fingerprints, and the courier company confirmed that the item was picked up and delivered by Huang Youbo's courier, he shouldn't know." ”

"I expected this to happen a long time ago," Lin Fan obviously had no appetite anymore, he put down the spoon and thought for a moment, "Are there any other valuable discoveries?" ”

"Yes," Xin Chen tucked his long hair behind his back and supported his head with one hand, with a puzzled expression, "There was also a CD hidden under the express wrapper, which I didn't find at the time." ”

“CD？” Lin Fan's movements slowed down suddenly, and he said in surprise, "What's the content?" ”

"It's a light piece of music." Xin Chen tilted his head and pursed his lips.

"Call the Forensics Section and ask him to show me!" Lin Fan stared at Xin Chen and said solemnly.

"No, didn't you say okay at noon, you have been focusing on your body these days, don't take care of it!" There was panicked worry in Xin Chen's eyes.

Lin Fan stretched out his hand to pull Xin Chen's arm, but Xin Chen moved his body and turned his head stubbornly.

"Sister Chen, this may be a teaser of her next crime, there are special clues in it, maybe only I can find out." Lin Fan stood up and strode in front of Xin Chen, he said anxiously, "Time is pressing. As long as she sends out a notice letter, she will definitely carry out the criminal plan! ”

raised his head and looked at Lin Fan, who was a little haggard in front of him. His face was pale. There was a faint bloodshot in the corner of her eyes, Xin Chen's heart was sour, she subconsciously took out her hands to hold Lin Fan's face and approached.

When skin to skin touches, the atmosphere freezes suddenly.

Between snorts, she stared at Lin Fan's eyes and said seriously: "Then you must promise me not to be reckless in case of danger." ”

There is a soft aroma on the sides of the cheeks. Lin Fan looked back at the eyes that had been carved by time, and nodded vigorously.

……

The plucked strings make strange beats, the flute blows with a mysterious atmosphere, and the melody of the opening passage rises and falls, like a sudden mist in a valley that spreads violently in the wind.

Then the tight beat of the main melody that rushes like the sea is lengthened by the gentle timbre of the violin, and the passionate and cruel calmness appear one by one, and the climax of the whole piece is like the trembling cry, struggle and resistance of a man who has been crushed by fate after falling into the abyss.

Finally, the blurred oboe and French horn accentuate the intensity of the piece's expression, as if the final choice of life, ridicule and deprivation. Life and death.

Time was recorded in Lin Fan's slightly trembling palm, and the notes passed through his body like threads.

Shredded. Suture.

"Windancer of Mystic Garden." Lin Fan felt the emotions of the music, those final emotions that were full of that shadow.

"What do you mean? What is she trying to tell us? The ghostly light of the mobile phone flickered, and Xin Chen closed his eyes again and felt it again.

"This is her last dance." Lin Fan breathed heavily, his chest rose and fell, he took Xin Chen's hand and asked solemnly, "Is Fang Ping dead?" ”

Xin Chen was taken aback, she took a few steps back, "How is it possible, how do I not know." ”

"The news must be blocked." Lin Fan suddenly thought of something.

"What's wrong?" Xin Chen asked worriedly, she saw that Lin Fan's face suddenly turned extremely pale.

Wrong, wrong, all wrong, Lin Fan began to tremble, and he quickly pressed the number he knew by heart.

Sorry, the phone you are calling is turned off.

"Quick, find someone to go to the rooftop where Wuxing fell from the building!"

When he rushed out of the door of the restaurant, Lin Fan knocked a delicate woman to the ground, but he couldn't care so much.

The rain instantly drenched his whole body, and the cold irritated his bones and skin.

Windancer is the soundtrack to the last scene of Infernal Affairs, on the rooftop, when Tony Leung pointed his gun at Andy Lau's eyebrows.

Give me a chance......

I'm sorry, I'm a police officer......

Wu Xing, Fang Ping, himself or her? Who gave whom a chance?

Wu Xing is dead, Fang Ping is dead, she won't give herself another chance.

This last song, Windancer, this last scene, the rainy night rooftop.

The most beautiful, the most innocent will be stripped of by her, withered, decayed, and died.

The story ends where it begins.

……

The rain was replaced by the sky into a doji, and one by one smashed into the deep and quiet rooftop, like a cross scar on the side of Kenshin's face that could never be erased, and majestic sadness struck.

The night was dark and silent, and Hu Xiaoye stood in it, letting the heavy rain wash over his body.

"This is where you said you first walked into his world, right?" She shouted behind her.

No response.

"It's really beautiful." An eerie smile appeared on her face, "Look at the lights in the distance, they don't look like stars." ”

Except for the sound of rain, there was silence all around.

"Dying on such a rainy night full of stars is also a kind of romance, don't you say?" She laughed uncontrollably.

The clouds were overcast, and the sound of the rain was like a sad sonata.

She threw away the ether-soaked towel in her hand, turned around and walked to the corner and squatted down.

The pink bag was opened, and the books inside were scattered all over the ground, and the girl lay there quietly, her long eyelashes shaking slightly from her breathing.

Distant mountain eyebrows, melon seed face, under the bright arc is fair skin, undulating lip line. There's no denying that she has a face that would make any woman jealous.

"It's so beautiful, my sister can't do it anymore," Hu Xiao touched the girl's cheek reluctantly, "If you want to blame, you can only blame you for picking the wrong lover." ”

She wrapped her raincoat around the girl's body, and then laboriously carried her to the side of the daughter wall on the rooftop.

The rain was swept by the autumn wind, and sadness passed through her body like cold air.

"I'll send you away after listening to the last song." She kissed the girl's forehead.

In the heavy rain, she rummaged through the girl's bag to find the pink CD player, and she took out the CD in her arms.

Pressing the play button, the emotional music came like a tidal wave, and the memories swarmed into the autumn wind, about to break her body.

"Below that light, where you are." She covered her headphones with both hands, and the light in the distance kept cutting the line between life and death.

Lost in the swamp of love and hate, the raindrops of a doji star can also turn hell into an infinitely glowing galaxy.

Rooftop, heavy rain, night like ink, girl breathing quietly, the last song, ThePromise.

Hu Xiaoye closed his eyes. (To be continued.) )