The rain was a little lighter, but it was still enough to affect people's desire to travel.

"Eh, damn the rain."

Two young girls in autumn clothes walked through the streets of the old town together, their faces full of heavy makeup and slightly pompous earrings and clavicle chains, although new and fashionable, did not always set off the temperament they wanted.

"yes, Bad is out of business, so I'm running for nothing!"

One of them was obviously in a worse mood, she shook the sparkling rhinestone pendant on her earlobe, and the heels of her boots stepped on the stagnant water, with a disappointed face: "The new resident singer recently is handsome, it's my dish, and I haven't been able to see it today." ”

"Forget it, let's go again tomorrow, the weather forecast on my phone says that the sun will come out tomorrow." The other girl, although she also looked a little unwilling, comforted her companion.

"Hey, I haven't been home so early since I was in high school!"

"Does your mother really care about you?"

"She's busy playing mahjong, so how can she care about me."

The two held an umbrella and walked while chatting, highlighting the insolence peculiar to a youth.

Suddenly, one of the girls stopped and pointed to the front with some confusion: "What's that?" A flower shop? ”

In the row of lights out, the only small shop with lights on stands out.

"Huh? Where is the flower shop on this street? Hearing this, her companion followed her finger and squinted, unable to see clearly in the hindrance of the water droplets on her false eyelashes.

She stretched out her hand and tapped off the droplets, and when she looked closely, the whole street was upheld by the traditional performing arts of the old town, all turned off from 10 o'clock, and it was pitch black, and the only light left came from the occasional flickering old street lamp.

"Where, you're dazzled, aren't you?"

The girl was questioned, rubbed her eyes, looked again, and sure enough, she didn't see any shops with lights on: "Uh...... Probably, let's go. ”

Saying this, the girl still muttered in her heart, after all, the flower shop she saw just now was very real, and she even remembered that there was a bouquet of white flowers in front of the store.

Of course, she couldn't recognize what kind of flower it was, and it was not easy for her to see the color through the heavy rain.

What the hell?

The girl had drunk a little before, and the alcohol worked in her brain, so that she didn't feel any fear, but forgot about it after a while.

The streets and alleys were silent again, and after a while, a petite figure came from the end of the alley.

Han Xinyi was drenched in the rain like this, bowing slightly and looking at the mobile phone in her hand, while walking aimlessly.

I don't know why, the police didn't include this street in the scope of the search, which is very abnormal, but Han Xinyi doesn't care anymore, she just needs a quiet environment.

She had Han Yan's phone in her mobile phone, and after Han Yan left, she tried to dial it, and once the night she left, once a month later, and once after half a year, no one answered.

Since then, for so many years, Han Xinyi has never looked at this number again.

Today was the exception, and she dialed it again.

Await.

Uninhabited.

"The user you dialed is currently unanswered, please dial again later......"

With a beautiful and mechanical female voice in her ears, Han Xinyi's eyes were indifferent, she had already expected this result.

She wasn't sad at all, just a little bit of regret.

Changing the phone book to an information box, Han Xinyi typed a few words into the string of numbers.

When it was time to send it out, she paused again and forked off the interface.

"Forget it, I don't want to give you any chance to prepare...... The look of surprise on your face when you were unsuspectingly killed should be much better than the calm expression on your face when you know I'm dead. The corners of Han Xinyi's mouth hooked, looking forward to Yu Xing's promise to send Han Yan to hell to accompany her.

"You don't control me anymore, can you? I must be starting to exceed your expectations. “

"I'm going to die, I'm going to send you a message, scolding you, cursing you, so that you can be defensive about the future, you know I love you, you know how to control all my psychology, you must know that I will do it." Han Xinyi's eyes were slightly bright, and she spoke incoherently, sickly and longing, but also excited.

"But I met someone who was similar to you but completely different, and I was different. I want you to miscalculate, I want you to never get the slightest feedback from me again! ”

With a "bang", Han Xinyi threw the phone on the ground and stepped on it hard, with regret for the life that was about to end and a pleasure that had been suppressed for many years.

In the face of Han Yan, a little effective resistance was enough to make her happy.

After venting, Han Xinyi felt tired.

Mentally, physically, it all swept in.

She looked up and saw a flower shop with lights on.

Take shelter from the rain.

She also started from sheltering from the rain, and was completely included in the game against the throat cutter by Yu Xing, at this time, her emotions about sheltering from the rain are quite complicated.

It is both the beginning and the end.

Approaching the flower shop, Han Xinyi first saw the warm light in the store through the glass door, and then looked down and found that there was an unobstructed bouquet of tuberose at the door of the store.

The white clusters of leaves are joined together, and the flowers are in full bloom, high and soft, and they look shivering in the rain swept by the wind, and I feel sorry for them.

She just stood like this for more than ten seconds, until the glass door made a slight noise and the heating came out of the crack in the open door, and Han Xinyi came back to her senses slightly.

A smiling voice appeared in front of her: "What is the little sister doing standing alone in the rain?" Broken out of love? ”

A little ridicule will not cause her discomfort, but will give people a sense of relaxation and closeness.

Han Xinyi's eyes moved, first she saw a pair of dark jeans, then a light brown turtleneck, and then up, a bright face and black medium-length hair tied behind her head and on one shoulder came into view.

This is a man who can't see his age, it's okay to say that he is twenty years old, and it doesn't seem to be contrary to the harmony of thirty years old, obviously he should be cold and good-looking, but with a gentle and soft smile, he exudes a peculiar temperament.

Han Xinyi looked at this person leaning against the door of the store and seemed to have soft bones, and thought for a while that this was an "artist" or "designer".

In her inherent impression, it seems that there are more men with long hair in these two professions.

However, the next moment, she realized that this person was not an artist or a designer, but a flower shop owner.

Because the man didn't say anything when he saw her, he turned sideways, revealing the nature of a businessman: "Do you want to come in and sit?" Or how about you buy a bouquet of flowers and I'll give you an umbrella? ”

“…… Good. ”

Han Xinyi answered and walked in.

The glass door was closed, and the warm temperature suddenly enveloped her, and she looked around, and found that although the flower shop was small, the flowers were all very well raised, no matter which one they were, they were all very exquisite.

"Your clothes are all wet, but it's a pity that you're a girl, and I don't have anything you can change here." The florist owner took care of himself enthusiastically and took her to the side of the vertical air conditioner where she was working, "You blow it for a while, it should be a lot warmer." ”

"Thank you." At this moment, Han Xinyi just wants to empty herself and welcome death.

She wanted to die happily, sitting in a warm place and dying, better than dying outside, covered in dirty water.

So, Han Xinyi is in a good mood now, she looked at the flower shop owner sitting on a flower stand, still smiling at her, as if she had made up her mind to sell a bouquet of flowers, and couldn't help but take the initiative to start a topic: "Can I take a look at your flowers?" ”

"Of course, the customer is God, and you have to look at it." The florist spread his hand lightly, as if to say, everything here, you can choose.

The flower shop is very full, there are common carnations, starry sky, red roses, and less common yellow roses, white roses, blue irises, and so on.

Han Xinyi walked around roughly and saw the only black rose in the entire shop on the flower stand where the boss was sitting.

Perhaps it was due to the rarity, which aroused Han Xinyi's interest, and she wanted to touch it, but was gently blocked by the flower shop owner.

He smiled and said, "This one doesn't work." ”

Han Xinyi was stunned: "Is there anything important?" ”

The florist reached out and plucked the petals of the black rose, and said in a soft tone, "You are a demon, and you belong to me." ”

Han Xinyi didn't hear clearly.

However, the boss didn't plan to say it again, he smiled even more: "This flower was ordered by someone else, so customers can't touch it." Would you like to drink some hot water? I've got another kettle here, so I should have some hot leftovers. ”

"Okay, thank you." Han Xinyi lost interest in Black Rose.

After a while, Han Xinyi, who was holding hot water, sat on the empty flower stand and asked a little gratefully, "Boss, what's your last name?" ”

The boss didn't seem surprised that she would ask this question: "My surname is Hana." ”

"Really?"

"Yes, I think the person surnamed Hua is the owner of the flower shop, it's a coincidence?" Seeing Han Xinyi nodding, Boss Hua explained, "Unfortunately, it is because my surname is Hua that I opened a flower shop." ”

Han Xinyi suddenly found that this flower boss's affinity was really strong, and when she sat with him, she would unconsciously relax. She remembered what she had just seen outside the store: "Boss, what's wrong with that bundle of tuberose at your door?" ”

"Huh? What's wrong? Boss Hua repeated with interest.

"That's it...... Why put it out alone? ”

Boss Hua said "oh": "Because it's dying, I can't feed it." ”

The three words about dying touched Han Xinyi's nerves, and she was stunned: "I think it looks pretty good, how can it be dying?" ”

"Because it tried in vain to steal the moisture of the black rose, but unfortunately failed. It was destined to die tonight, because it was associated with the rainstorm. Boss Hua turned his head to look out of the glass door, this reason sounded a little strange, which made Han Xinyi frown unconsciously.

The boss suddenly smiled and asked, "Do you know the flower language of tuberose?" ”

"I don't know."

"Happiness on the edge of danger." Boss Hua looked at the rainstorm outside the door and laughed.

Han Xinyi didn't know what was funny about this, she suddenly became uncomfortable, maybe because the wording of Boss Hua when describing this bouquet of tuberose was very similar to herself.

After being stripped of her identity as a deducer, Han Xinyi's mind has always been dull, and she only thinks when it comes to Han Yan.

But now, she still sensed that something was wrong.

Boss Hua turned his head back, his smile looking as warm as the sweater he was wearing, and he himself had a cup of hot water in his hand, which was still steaming upward. He asked, "Are you happy?" ”

"Do you feel joy in the danger of your own creation?"

Han Xinyi stood up and said that she couldn't hear that the tuberose in Boss Hua's mouth was referring to her. Then she was stunned, and found that she had nothing left to resist.

So she sat back down and asked, "Who are you?" What do you want to do? "Could it be someone sent by Han Yan?

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a kind florist owner who wants to provide you with hot water and heating, as well as a place to shelter from the rain." Boss Hua showed an apologetic expression, vivid and natural, as if he was really sorry for scaring Han Xinyi.

The other party's gentleman's behavior made Han Xinyi purse her lips, waiting for his next sentence.

Sure enough, Boss Hua didn't let the silence have room to brew, he took a sip of hot water and squinted his eyes as if he was enjoying it: "It's so warm~ Little sister, I just said, if you buy a bouquet of flowers, I will give you an umbrella." ”

Han Xinyi: "Hmm. ”

"But I suddenly realized that you don't need an umbrella, so you won't buy my flowers."

Han Xinyi: "......"

"Then I'd like to order something else, in exchange for me providing you with hot water, do you think it's okay?"

Han Xinyi: "It's okay, anyway, I'm destined to die tonight, and it's very related to the rainstorm." ”

"That's great~" Boss Hua smiled and bent his eyes, "I just want a little memory." ”

"Memory?" Han Xinyi frowned.

Boss Hua said: "Don't worry, I don't want your privacy, I just want to see what my demon has grown into now." ”

Han Xinyi looked at the black rose, then at the tuberose, and finally said "ah": "You know Yu Xing." ”

……

The next day, the report unexpectedly exploded.

Some media outlets do have this magical skill, the eye of catching wind and shadows is comparable to that of an eagle, the sense of smell of gossip and headlines is more intelligent than that of a dog, the sky has just broken and almost stepping on the point where the first group of office workers open their eyes, and several news reports have been circulating on the Internet.

Among them, the focus is on the key words such as "the throat cutting case is solved, and the murderer is arrested", which is probably the cooperative media contacted by the police, while some other magazines that have heard the news have found another way to try to attract attention in other ways.

Words such as "girl killer" and "death confession" made Yu Xing, who got up early in the morning and had not yet gotten up, sobered up a little, he squinted his eyes and went in, only to see that most of the reports were written-

[At two o'clock in the morning, the murderer of the throat cutting case was found dead in an empty storefront that was being rented out on King Street, it is reported that the cause of the murderer's death was a heart attack, and it is puzzling that at the same time as death, the murderer was holding a bouquet of fresh tuberose in his hand, I don't know what the meaning is. 】

[There are no flower shops on Gold Street itself, so the police checked all the flower shops in the nearby streets and determined that tuberose did not come from these shops, so where did the murderer in the throat cutting case get this bouquet of flowers? At the moment this is an unsolved mystery! I will continue to follow up for you. 】

"Tuberose...... Joy on the brink of danger? Yu Xing was leaning on the bed, half of his body was nested in the quilt, but he was suddenly not sleepy at this time.