Nie Ming lit a cigarette again, paced back and forth in the room, and kept saying, "If that's the case, then it's really hell!" It sucks! ”

"Forget it, Nie Ming. Let's look no further! Song Jingci almost cried, "This matter is terrible, completely beyond our imagination!" ”

Nie Ming sighed: "It seems that this is the only way." Now, all we have to do is ask for more blessings. ”

Then, the two men were silent for several minutes without speaking.

Nie Ming raised his hand and looked at his watch, only to realize that it was almost eleven o'clock now.

"I have to go." Nie Ming extinguished the cigarette butt, "You should also rest." ”

He stood up, suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, that little book, I think it's better for me to keep it—after all, Yu Cheng entrusted me to deal with this book before he died." ”

Song Jingci nodded and said, "Okay, you can take it—but, what are you going to do with it?" ”

"I haven't thought about it yet—maybe I'll hand him over to Yu Jie. This is what they are supposed to be. He said, opening the door.

Song Jingci sent Nie Ming to the door, and when she was about to say goodbye, Nie Ming suddenly found a bag of things in the garbage bag at the door, which looked a little familiar.

He bent down and picked up the bag of things, only to find that it was the manuscript and information left by the old lawyer who had taken it back from Yu's house.

"You threw away your father's things?" Nie Ming looked at Song Jingci puzzled.

"Oh, Nie Ming." Song Jingci showed a pained expression, "You know, I can't face these things, as long as I see it, I think of my father, which makes me sad for a while." ”

"But it's a shame to throw it away like this." Nie Ming shook his head and said, "Why don't you let me keep it as a souvenir." ”

"Oh, take it if you want." Song Jingci said with a wry smile.

"Okay, goodbye."

When he got home, Nie Ming was exhausted, he collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep in less than five minutes.

The small book was placed on the desk beside him, and Nie Ming pressed it underneath with a thick book.

The next morning, Nie Ming finished his breakfast of ham, fried eggs, and milk in the dining room and returned to his room.

It occurred to him that he should put the little notebook that was at stake in a safer, more secure, and less easily discovered place. So he walked over to his desk and opened the thick book.

Suddenly, he froze in place - the little notebook was gone!

Beads of sweat soaked out of his forehead almost instantly, and Nie Ming took two steps back, his nerves tense.

He hurriedly rushed out of the room, found his mother in the kitchen, and asked loudly, "Mom, where is the little notebook I put on the table?" Did you see that? “

"Which little book?" Nie Ming's mother asked.

"That's it...... There are no covers, about thirty pages......"

"Oh, it's that book." Mother smiled and said, "I saw it in the morning when I cleaned up my room, and I was afraid that I would lose it if I scattered it, so I put it in the drawer of your desk." ”

Nie Ming ran back to the room without looking back, and opened the desk drawer - fortunately, it was just that there was no danger, and the notebook was lying in the drawer unharmed.

Nie Ming let out a long sigh of relief.

At this time, my mother also rushed over and asked, "Did you find it?" What,Is this book important? Look at how nervous you are. ”

"Yes, very important." Nie Ming said, "Fortunately, I found it." ”

"That's good, I just cleaned the table and got it a little loose, so I'll put it in order, you count, is it exactly 29 pages."

Nie Ming was stunned for a moment: "What?" 29 pages? ”

"Why, isn't it 29 pages? When I counted it, it was 29 pages. ”

Nie Ming's mouth opened wide, and he quickly counted the dozens of papers—sure enough, it was 29 pages.

"Mom! You didn't lose a page when you cleaned up your room just now, did you? This book...... It should be 30 pages! Nie Ming said anxiously.

"It's impossible to lose it." "I remember it fairly well, and when I put it together, it was 29 pages." ”

Nie Ming was stunned for a few seconds, searched the desk, the floor, and under the bed, but did not see any paper.

Nie Ming sat down slowly. At this time, he remembered that he had neglected such an important matter—from the time he got this little book to the present, he had never counted whether it was thirty pages or not!

He began to recall. From finding this notebook, opening it, flipping through it, and now taking it home, there is no link in the whole process that can lose one of them in the middle.

So, this book is only 29 pages since they got it? So, what about the last page?

Nie Ming immediately thought that the old lawyer might have hidden this last piece of paper in a more hidden place, or had already destroyed it. But there is no doubt about one thing - there must be an even more important secret hidden on this last piece of paper!

Thinking of this, Nie Ming immediately stood up, he put the 29 pages in a thick big book and hid it, then walked out of the house and took a taxi - he was going to tell Song Jingci about it.

Twenty minutes later, Nie Ming came to Song Jingci's house, and he rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a few minutes, no one came to open the door, he pressed it several more times, and there was still no response.

Nie Ming sighed, it seems that Song Jingci went out with her younger brother and was not at home.

Nie Ming exhaled wistfully. With a sense of loss, he returned to his home and sat on a leather chair in his bedroom.

After half an hour, Nie Ming found that he couldn't calm down and do anything at all—his mind was full of guessing what was hidden on the last page.

In the midst of boredom, Nie Ming's eyes focused on the package of manuscripts and materials that he got back from Song Jingci's house yesterday. He reached out and took out a few notebooks and manuscripts from them.

Nie Ming propped his head on his hand as he casually flipped through the old notebook—judging from the contents, it should be a memo book used by Lawyer Song to record miscellaneous matters, with some work tips, phone numbers, and life essays written scattered on it.

Nie Ming looked at it, the hand holding his head slowly moved away, and his body slowly sat up straight, his brows furrowed more and more, as if he had found something.

There are a few sentences in this notebook that caught his attention:

On the day of the February sting, I received a call from an old friend who had not seen each other for more than ten years, and we had a very happy chat.

On the 10th day of September, the verdict of the first instance of the food poisoning incident came out.

In the summer of June, it finally rained heavily.

On the ninth day of April, I attended a conference on medicine and law.

……

Nie Ming quickly flipped through this notebook, picked up another notebook, flipped through it quickly, and then browsed a few more notebooks.

Immediately after, Nie Ming stood up suddenly, walked to the desk, picked up a calendar on it, and counted it with his fingers.

In less than two minutes, beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, and Nie Ming shouted, "Oh my God! It turned out to be so! ”