"I just wanted to talk to you about five years ago." Ignoring Ou Qingpeng's hostility, I still pushed the door and walked in.

His room was neater than I had imagined, and it was divided into two places by a screen, the part near the outside was the studio, and behind the screen was the living room. It's hard to imagine that Ou Qingpeng is obviously living quite nourishingly here. Ou Qingpeng is a person who is content with the status quo, will he really be as Lu Yifei said, will the two of them find a place to live in the future where no one knows?

As soon as my words fell, Ou Qingpeng seriously rummaged through the cabinets, took out a very well-preserved oil painting from it, and handed it to me. If you just look at it upside down, the person in the picture does look like Aunt Shi, but her fiery red clothes make me feel a little dazzling, and a pair of black round-toed high heels on her feet add a bit of charm to her. The person in the painting still looks cold, his eyes are looking at the lake in the distance, and he is wearing a red bead bracelet on his wrist, which looks similar to the material of agate.

"This is Xiao Sulan, I remember correctly, right? Do you remember where she went? I looked at Ou Qingpeng slowly and began a conversation between me and him. I remember you were the only one who was close to her. ”

Ou Qingpeng blinked his eyes, and after a while, he said slowly: "Five years ago, there were too many things I can't remember clearly. But when I saw this painting, I remembered that it was indeed like that, but the relationship between us may not be what you think, I said it a long time ago. Girls are different from boys, love is too important for girls, especially those girls who are in love with a boy, they will be very self-respecting and know how to protect themselves. Unlike most boys, see one and love the other. ”

His last sentence was a little vague, and I didn't know what he meant, but he didn't give him much time to hesitate, and continued: "I know what you want to ask, and a lot did happen that summer. It took a lot of effort. Ask her to be my model, and I do like her, but it's all over, isn't it? She made it clear at the time that she had someone she liked. I'm very self-aware. Definitely won't harass her. ”

"And do you love her?" I turned my drawing board to Ou Qingpeng. Obviously, the painter was very fond of the woman in the painting. The woman in the painting is depicted in great detail, "Have you ever noticed any difference in her mood?" Did you inquire about her later? Ever wondered where she might have gone later? ”

"I'm not that lowly, and I don't want to crave something that I would never have gotten myself." Ou Qingpeng nodded a little helplessly at me. "Besides, at that time, liking was just just liking, wasn't it? Do you think of us too complicated, although at that time we would play some detective games from time to time, but you can't help but admit that our minds are not that complicated, right? But...... One thing you said was right, just a week before she left, she did seem to be in trouble, she was always very depressed, but I couldn't tell what it was, I asked her, but her mood seemed weird, and she completely avoided the question. ”

This sentence aroused my interest, and I looked at him intently, naturally hoping that he would continue, but to my disappointment again, he shook his head again and said, "I asked again and again, but she said nothing." I thought she was with her boyfriend...... It was the boy named Cui Zhixiong who was angry and didn't ask much. At that time, our thoughts were quite simple, didn't Cui Zhixiong always have a good impression of Tong Jiaoyang at that time? And it seems that she can be courteous to anyone, but I didn't expect her to leave like that. ”

What caught my attention the most was that when I mentioned the accident five years ago, Ou Qingpeng's expression changed subtly, and as usual, he was more regretful than sympathetic. But when I asked if there was a chance of an accident, he frowned and said, "What do you think of that wooden house?" It's not my studio, but all the rooms have the paints for those paintings? But it was really strange, and I thought about all kinds of possibilities later, it was a new house after all, and there should be dew at night, why would a fire be so strange? Can it really be explained by a short circuit? I think it's unlikely...... I can now close my eyes and remember that fire, it's incredible. ”

His words suddenly woke me up in the chaos, yes, the fire, the billowing black smoke, and the people who didn't react at all in the fire, all the keys seemed to be in the place where we couldn't see, but I couldn't grasp what the hell it was, Ou Qingpeng's words made me feel like I had a sudden realization.

"Remember everyone's behavior that night?" Ou Qingpeng glanced at me, and said after a while: "The scene at that time was indeed very chaotic, but the expressions on everyone's faces were different, there were curiosity, horror and sadness, but what happened later was really a bit strange, we didn't expect that the conclusion they gave would be so child's play, but it may be caused by a short circuit in the circuit, but it is absolutely impossible...... Uncle Lu studied abroad, and people like him who have lived abroad must have an extraordinary ability to survive, so I definitely don't think things will be so coincidental. Pity...... No matter how much you doubt it now, it's useless, everything is burned down by fire, isn't it? Even that piece of land, because of planning problems, was bought back at a great price, and no matter how much suspicion there was, it was useless. ”

According to Ou Qingpeng, the land was bought three years ago at a large price, and the person who handled the transaction was Tong Chuan, Lu Yifei was not in favor of selling the land at first, but she was finally convinced, after all, keeping that land would be a permanent psychological shadow for her. Tong Chuan made some effort and asked someone to clean it up again before handing it over to the other party, as for the things left back then, some of them were put into Chen Ran's warehouse, and some of them were burned, after all, those things were too occupied.

"But what if the current case has something to do with what it was five years ago?" I said a little excitedly, yes, maybe the crux of the matter is right under our noses. And Chen Ran's death was just a fuse. (To be continued.) )