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Qiao Weihuan never thought in her life that one day she would return to Syria again.

She sat in a low chair at the police/police station in a mess, her eyebrows drooped, her neck slightly bent, and her long, seaweed-like brown hair soaking wet on her cheeks.

Randomly said that a street was used as a "crime location", and the police/prosecutors had gone to investigate, so she was waiting here to complete the formalities and then send her to the embassy.

It's just that every second of waiting is extremely long, Qiao Weihuan seems to be able to hear the grandfather clock somewhere, struggling to shake the pendulum, and every sound made is a long ominous precursor.

Finally someone came and told her that she could go.

Qiao Weihuan got up lightly and walked out behind this person.

When she was about to walk out of the police station, the person next to her handed her a towel.

"Here you go."

Qiao Weihuan couldn't refuse, so she whispered thank you, took it and wiped her hair.

When he moved, he inadvertently pulled up his long hair, revealing the black butterfly on the neck skin under his ears.

An elderly policeman/detective who came over suddenly stopped and glanced at her.

Qiao Weihuan naturally put down his hand and continued to walk.

"Wait!"

The old policeman turned back and stared at the woman with a lowered brow for a moment.

Qiao Weihuan suddenly raised her eyes and showed him a bright smile, cheerful and weak, without any haze and tension.

The old policeman tilted his head, pointed his finger at her, and asked the person next to him, "Who is she?" ”

"Joe, a tourist, came to Syria yesterday and was robbed, and now I'm going to take her to the embassy."

The old policeman/inspector pondered for a moment, followed his chin and nodded to the police/station, "Let her stay first, and wait for me to send her over." ”

The person next to him showed an uncertain expression, but he still said to Qiao Weihuan: "It seems that you need to wait a little longer before you can go to the embassy." ”

Qiao Weihuan nodded, but a thin layer of sweat quietly appeared in her palms.

was taken back to the original position and waited, and when he saw the old policeman/detective entering, Qiao Weihuan showed a slightly shy expression, "Can I go to the bathroom?" ”

The old policeman entered the office and thought about it carefully.

He was a little impressed by the woman's face, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a moment.

After working in this line for a long time, there will be some intuition. He just thinks that there is something wrong with this woman, what is the matter......

The old policeman/detective began to check the record, and after a long and aimless scroll, the black butterfly at the place of her neck suddenly flashed in her mind, and her fingers unconsciously clicked quickly on the mouse, turning out the information from five years ago.

After browsing the ten lines at a glance, the dark brown eyes moved, and the light of the eyes froze.

The woman in the file photo, with short hair and a knife cut is generally neat and capable, and her facial features reveal the taste between youth and maturity that a growing young person should have. It's just expressionless, and there is a rather thick yin owl between the eyebrows, almost stabbing people's faces through the photo.

On the slender neck, directly below the ears, a crimson mark is very eye-catching.

Cecil.

It's her!

The woman didn't die, and she appeared!

The old policeman/inspector sighed, followed by a serious face, and strode out of the office, his eyes wandering around the crowded corridor, but no one was seen.

The policeman who was about to send Qiao Weihuan to the embassy just now came back with his head, and he asked directly: "Where is she?!" ”

The man was frightened by the solemn tone of the old policeman/inspector, and stammered before saying, "She's in the bathroom." ”

The old policeman went to the bathroom without saying a word, knocked on the door for a long time, but heard no response.

Without saying a word, just kick the door open!

In the shocked sight of everyone in the police/procuratorate bureau, he openly broke in.

The restrooms were empty and the windows were wide open......

Qiao Weihuan struggled out of the window and climbed down along the raised bricks and broken holes in the wall.

The bathroom was on the third floor, the window was on the side of the police/police station, and there were very few people on this road, no one saw this scene, otherwise she might have been arrested.

After landing, Qiao Weihuan didn't look back, and left the police/police bureau quickly.

Following the path in my memory, I walked through the fragmented paths to the main road, and I was a little relieved.

When I lived here in the early years, I remember that there was a distance between the embassy and the police/police department. She had no money, no phone, no documents, and the transportation could only rely on her legs, so she had to resign herself to her fate.

When they arrived at the embassy, there were no surprises, and these police/inspectors would not go to great lengths to rush in and arrest her.

But the stomach began to protest, grunting and accusing himself of being abused. Qiao Weihuan didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly walked through one street after another. Passing by a small burger joint, I looked inside uncontrollably.

The window was spotlessly clean, and through the window, you could see the waitress at the counter loading pies and cokes to customers, which looked delicious......

The waitress pretended with a smile, handed it over, raised her eyes inadvertently, and met Qiao Weihuan outside the window.

Qiao Weihuan also looked at her and stopped with him.

The waitress was stunned, and the paper bag in her hand "clicked" and fell.

Qiao Weihuan saw the waitress's lips move, silently calling her name, and then stumbling out of the counter, describing the hurried out, looking at her in amazement, and said: "Thank God, you are still alive, Cecil......"

I haven't heard others call her like this for a long time, and she was stunned for a short time, but the other party had already pounced and hugged her tremblingly.

There was some sourness in his nasal cavity, Qiao Weihuan raised his hand and pinched it twice, and said softly, "Long time no see, Deborah." ”

Deborah, her only friend here.

When she left here, not only Uncle Han and Han Yirou helped, but the direct cause was an inexplicable fire. After that, the snakes began to fight, and Qiao Weihuan took advantage of the chaos to run out and was separated from Deborah. She tried to look for it, but couldn't find it.

Unexpectedly, Deborah stayed here and worked as a fast food clerk.

Deborah was happy and sad at the same time, and pulled Qiao Weihuan up and down several times, "You look terrible." ”

There was a broken piece on his head, his long hair was a little knotted, and his clothes were in tatters......

Qiao Weihuan spread his hands with a rare ease, "Maybe it's still very fashionable." ”

Deborah was happy, and quickly ran back to ask the store manager for leave, and when she came out again, she had an extra bag of food in her hand. She thinks that what Qiao Weihuan needs most now is a bathtub and bed, as well as pizza.

I couldn't help but take Qiao Weihuan's hand and take her to her house, and Qiao Weihuan also let her.

Deborah lives in a cramped place, not very clean, with traces of snacks on the sofa and floor, much like her usual gluttonous style. After she entered the door, she pushed Qiao Weihuan to the bathroom, and found a set of clean clothes and handed it in.

Qiao Weihuan took the clothes, locked the door, unscrewed the shower, and turned around, her dark eyes swept around the bathroom, and finally landed on the toilet.

Deborah likes to hide things here.

Lift your foot over and pick up the lid of the toilet tank amid the sound of water, but fortunately there is nothing inside.

That proves that Deborah has really quit, and there is no need to have any contact with those ghosts.

Qiao Weihuan completely relieved her heart, and slowly took off her clothes and went to take a bath.

Outside the bathroom, Deborah sat on the couch, her dry eyes motionless, staring at the light behind the door.

The sound of the water is slow, ticking and ticking.

Deborah seemed to be able to imagine Cecil's relaxed expression as he was taking a shower.

She sat for a while, then went to the kitchen to heat up the pizza and went to the bedroom to get new sheets. With all this done, she sat back on the couch, lowered her head, reached for her phone under the cushion, sent a message slowly, and finally put the phone back in place.

Qiao Weihuan came out wiping her hair, sat down with Deborah, picked up the pizza and took a bite, and said while eating, "It looks like you're doing well." ”

"Very good! I never thought that one day I would live like this. Deborah saw that she was not rude to eat, but quickly disposed of a large piece and handed her a second piece, "How are you?" ”

Qiao Weihuan refused, wiped the corners of her mouth, and began to talk about her general experience in the past few years: how she returned to China, how she met Mrs. Mo, and how she entered the showbiz ...... The part of how he came to Syria was basically told to Deborah.

Deborah was stunned when she heard this, as if she hadn't thought that Cecil, whom she knew, would live such a peaceful and smooth life, and reacted for a long time before she said, "O! ”

Her voice trembled a little, "Great." ”

After speaking, he couldn't help covering his face and whimpered lowly: "Great......"

A thousand words, it seems that they can only be expressed in this one sentence.

Qiao Weihuan also sighed infinitely, "I won't stay here for a long time, you ......"

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly thought of the man sleeping at the bottom of the sea, and the blood flowers around him, and then his fingers trembled slightly.

Deborah cried enough, and put down her hand with a suspension, and her heavy eyeliner blurred out two big panda eyes. Qiao Weihuan wiped her face with a tissue, couldn't help it, and laughed, "My phone has dropped, borrow your phone for me?" ”

Just as the doorbell rang, Deborah handed her the phone under the cushion and wiped her eyes as she went to open the door.

Qiao Weihuan swiped her fingers across the phone screen, and before she could make a call, she inadvertently saw an unread text message.

The content is only three words: coming soon.

Her eyebrows jumped fiercely, and she subconsciously raised her head when she heard the chaotic footsteps.

Deborah came in with four men, all of them tall, with fierce faces and vicious flesh and bloodthirsty flesh.

Someone whistled at her and complimented Deborah: "Yes, you will be paid well!" ”

The four of them walked towards the sofa in unison, forming an impenetrable wall that blocked the way of the woman on the sofa.

Qiao Weihuan seemed to have been pointed, her whole body was stiff and difficult to move. After a moment's heartbeat, it was as cold and silent as stagnant water.

His lips moved slightly, and he asked Deborah softly, "Why?" ”

Deborah didn't respond, her dark brown gaze slipped through the gap in the figure, met Qiao Weihuan's dark eyes, and shook her head, "You ran away, but I didn't." ”

Deborah is white and not pretty, and from the aesthetic point of view of various countries, there is no way to classify her into the category of beauty. Especially when I cried just now, my eyelashes were wet, my black eyeliner was not wiped clean, and I was messy and messy, and my face, which was still visible, turned into a ghost-like shadow.

"You shouldn't come back, it will make me want to pull you in again."

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

……

Qiao Weihuan never thought in her life that one day she would return to Syria again.

She sat in a low chair at the police/police station in a mess, her eyebrows drooped, her neck slightly bent, and her long, seaweed-like brown hair soaking wet on her cheeks.

Randomly said that a street was used as a "crime location", and the police/prosecutors had gone to investigate, so she was waiting here to complete the formalities and then send her to the embassy.

It's just that every second of waiting is extremely long, Qiao Weihuan seems to be able to hear the grandfather clock somewhere, struggling to shake the pendulum, and every sound made is a long ominous precursor.

Finally someone came and told her that she could go.

Qiao Weihuan got up lightly and walked out behind this person.

When she was about to walk out of the police station, the person next to her handed her a towel.

"Here you go."

Qiao Weihuan couldn't refuse, so she whispered thank you, took it and wiped her hair.

When he moved, he inadvertently pulled up his long hair, revealing the black butterfly on the neck skin under his ears.

An elderly policeman/detective who came over suddenly stopped and glanced at her.

Qiao Weihuan naturally put down his hand and continued to walk.

"Wait!"

The old policeman turned back and stared at the woman with a lowered brow for a moment.

Qiao Weihuan suddenly raised her eyes and showed him a bright smile, cheerful and weak, without any haze and tension.

The old policeman tilted his head, pointed his finger at her, and asked the person next to him, "Who is she?" ”

"Joe, a tourist, came to Syria yesterday and was robbed, and now I'm going to take her to the embassy."

The old policeman/inspector pondered for a moment, followed his chin and nodded to the police/station, "Let her stay first, and wait for me to send her over." ”

The person next to him showed an uncertain expression, but he still said to Qiao Weihuan: "It seems that you need to wait a little longer before you can go to the embassy." ”

Qiao Weihuan nodded, but a thin layer of sweat quietly appeared in her palms.

was taken back to the original position and waited, and when he saw the old policeman/detective entering, Qiao Weihuan showed a slightly shy expression, "Can I go to the bathroom?" ”

The old policeman entered the office and thought about it carefully.

He was a little impressed by the woman's face, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a moment.

After working in this line for a long time, there will be some intuition. He just thinks that there is something wrong with this woman, what is the matter......

The old policeman/detective began to check the record, and after a long and aimless scroll, the black butterfly at the place of her neck suddenly flashed in her mind, and her fingers unconsciously clicked quickly on the mouse, turning out the information from five years ago.

After browsing the ten lines at a glance, the dark brown eyes moved, and the light of the eyes froze.

The woman in the file photo, with short hair and a knife cut is generally neat and capable, and her facial features reveal the taste between youth and maturity that a growing young person should have. It's just expressionless, and there is a rather thick yin owl between the eyebrows, almost stabbing people's faces through the photo.

On the slender neck, directly below the ears, a crimson mark is very eye-catching.

Cecil.

It's her!

The woman didn't die, and she appeared!

The old policeman/inspector sighed, followed by a serious face, and strode out of the office, his eyes wandering around the crowded corridor, but no one was seen.

The policeman who was about to send Qiao Weihuan to the embassy just now came back with his head, and he asked directly: "Where is she?!" ”

The man was frightened by the solemn tone of the old policeman/inspector, and stammered before saying, "She's in the bathroom." ”

The old policeman went to the bathroom without saying a word, knocked on the door for a long time, but heard no response.

Without saying a word, just kick the door open!

In the shocked sight of everyone in the police/procuratorate bureau, he openly broke in.

The restrooms were empty and the windows were wide open......

Qiao Weihuan struggled out of the window and climbed down along the raised bricks and broken holes in the wall.

The bathroom was on the third floor, the window was on the side of the police/police station, and there were very few people on this road, no one saw this scene, otherwise she might have been arrested.

After landing, Qiao Weihuan didn't look back, and left the police/police bureau quickly.

Following the path in my memory, I walked through the fragmented paths to the main road, and I was a little relieved.

When I lived here in the early years, I remember that there was a distance between the embassy and the police/police department. She had no money, no phone, no documents, and the transportation could only rely on her legs, so she had to resign herself to her fate.

When they arrived at the embassy, there were no surprises, and these police/inspectors would not go to great lengths to rush in and arrest her.

But the stomach began to protest, grunting and accusing himself of being abused. Qiao Weihuan didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly walked through one street after another. Passing by a small burger joint, I looked inside uncontrollably.

The window was spotlessly clean, and through the window, you could see the waitress at the counter loading pies and cokes to customers, which looked delicious......

The waitress pretended with a smile, handed it over, raised her eyes inadvertently, and met Qiao Weihuan outside the window.

Qiao Weihuan also looked at her and stopped with him.

The waitress was stunned, and the paper bag in her hand "clicked" and fell.

Qiao Weihuan saw the waitress's lips move, silently calling her name, and then stumbling out of the counter, describing the hurried out, looking at her in amazement, and said: "Thank God, you are still alive, Cecil......"

I haven't heard others call her like this for a long time, and she was stunned for a short time, but the other party had already pounced and hugged her tremblingly.

There was some sourness in his nasal cavity, Qiao Weihuan raised his hand and pinched it twice, and said softly, "Long time no see, Deborah." ”

Deborah, her only friend here.

When she left here, not only Uncle Han and Han Yirou helped, but the direct cause was an inexplicable fire. After that, the snakes began to fight, and Qiao Weihuan took advantage of the chaos to run out and was separated from Deborah. She tried to look for it, but couldn't find it.

Unexpectedly, Deborah stayed here and worked as a fast food clerk.

Deborah was happy and sad at the same time, and pulled Qiao Weihuan up and down several times, "You look terrible." ”

There was a broken piece on his head, his long hair was a little knotted, and his clothes were in tatters......

Qiao Weihuan spread his hands with a rare ease, "Maybe it's still very fashionable." ”

Deborah was happy, and quickly ran back to ask the store manager for leave, and when she came out again, she had an extra bag of food in her hand. She thinks that what Qiao Weihuan needs most now is a bathtub and bed, as well as pizza.

I couldn't help but take Qiao Weihuan's hand and take her to her house, and Qiao Weihuan also let her.

Deborah lives in a cramped place, not very clean, with traces of snacks on the sofa and floor, much like her usual gluttonous style. After she entered the door, she pushed Qiao Weihuan to the bathroom, and found a set of clean clothes and handed it in.

Qiao Weihuan took the clothes, locked the door, unscrewed the shower, and turned around, her dark eyes swept around the bathroom, and finally landed on the toilet.

Deborah likes to hide things here.

Lift your foot over and pick up the lid of the toilet tank amid the sound of water, but fortunately there is nothing inside.

That proves that Deborah has really quit, and there is no need to have any contact with those ghosts.

Qiao Weihuan completely relieved her heart, and slowly took off her clothes and went to take a bath.

Outside the bathroom, Deborah sat on the couch, her dry eyes motionless, staring at the light behind the door.

The sound of the water is slow, ticking and ticking.

Deborah seemed to be able to imagine Cecil's relaxed expression as he was taking a shower.

She sat for a while, then went to the kitchen to heat up the pizza and went to the bedroom to get new sheets. With all this done, she sat back on the couch, lowered her head, reached for her phone under the cushion, sent a message slowly, and finally put the phone back in place.

Qiao Weihuan came out wiping her hair, sat down with Deborah, picked up the pizza and took a bite, and said while eating, "It looks like you're doing well." ”

"Very good! I never thought that one day I would live like this. Deborah saw that she was not rude to eat, but quickly disposed of a large piece and handed her a second piece, "How are you?" ”

Qiao Weihuan refused, wiped the corners of her mouth, and began to talk about her general experience in the past few years: how she returned to China, how she met Mrs. Mo, and how she entered the showbiz ...... The part of how he came to Syria was basically told to Deborah.

Deborah was stunned when she heard this, as if she hadn't thought that Cecil, whom she knew, would live such a peaceful and smooth life, and reacted for a long time before she said, "O! ”

Her voice trembled a little, "Great." ”

After speaking, he couldn't help covering his face and whimpered lowly: "Great......"

A thousand words, it seems that they can only be expressed in this one sentence.

Qiao Weihuan also sighed infinitely, "I won't stay here for a long time, you ......"

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly thought of the man sleeping at the bottom of the sea, and the blood flowers around him, and then his fingers trembled slightly.

Deborah cried enough, and put down her hand with a suspension, and her heavy eyeliner blurred out two big panda eyes. Qiao Weihuan wiped her face with a tissue, couldn't help it, and laughed, "My phone has dropped, borrow your phone for me?" ”

Just as the doorbell rang, Deborah handed her the phone under the cushion and wiped her eyes as she went to open the door.

Qiao Weihuan swiped her fingers across the phone screen, and before she could make a call, she inadvertently saw an unread text message.

The content is only three words: coming soon.

Her eyebrows jumped fiercely, and she subconsciously raised her head when she heard the chaotic footsteps.

Deborah came in with four men, all of them tall, with fierce faces and vicious flesh and bloodthirsty flesh.

Someone whistled at her and complimented Deborah: "Yes, you will be paid well!" ”

The four of them walked towards the sofa in unison, forming an impenetrable wall that blocked the way of the woman on the sofa.

Qiao Weihuan seemed to have been pointed, her whole body was stiff and difficult to move. After a moment's heartbeat, it was as cold and silent as stagnant water.

His lips moved slightly, and he asked Deborah softly, "Why?" ”

Deborah didn't respond, her dark brown gaze slipped through the gap in the figure, met Qiao Weihuan's dark eyes, and shook her head, "You ran away, but I didn't." ”

Deborah is white and not pretty, and from the aesthetic point of view of various countries, there is no way to classify her into the category of beauty. Especially when I cried just now, my eyelashes were wet, my black eyeliner was not wiped clean, and I was messy and messy, and my face, which was still visible, turned into a ghost-like shadow.

"You shouldn't come back, it will make me want to pull you in again."

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