The next night, Liang Kexin was going to participate in a business promotion, and in the afternoon, she had to go to the event process.

When Liang Kexin woke up, her eyes were like fish bubbles, and her eyes were bloodshot and a little swollen.

She felt uneasy, and the burning sensation spread across her chest, running down her limbs and all over her body.

So, Liang Kexin scribbled on light makeup, put on sunglasses, and walked towards the old city.

A neighbor who had moved away had told her that when she was ready, she would remember to come and pick up the relics of her biological mother, Su Yue.

I don't know if it's fear or other feelings, Liang Kexin hasn't received anything for a long time.

Maybe she should have faced all of this a long time ago, if she could end the entanglement as soon as possible and find out the cause of her death.

Does she still have room to choose her own life?

She had a dream last night, in which she dreamed of Ji Linghao.

He didn't say anything, just took a step back, hiding in the gloomy setting, as if to take everything from her.

When she wakes up, she discovers that it's all true.

He had already taken away his former self.

Liang Kexin wandered in the alley and waited for a long time, and a middle-aged man in a shirt walked out of the corridor and asked her, "Are you Su Yue's daughter?" ”

Liang Kexin nodded, "What do you call you?" ”

The other party sighed: "Just call me Uncle Zhou, you have grown so big, are you doing well now?" ”

"Also...... It's okay. She said against her will, and she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"Originally, I should have told you as soon as your mother died, but you didn't come for a long time, while thinking about you to ask, and on the other hand, you didn't want to disturb your life, so you were entangled, and you have been annoyed until now, in fact, for you, we neighbors are very guilty."

Liang Kexin didn't understand, she asked tremblingly, "What do you mean?" ”

Uncle Zhou smiled bitterly, "It's impossible for your mother to commit suicide, she loves you so much, how can she leave you alone." ”

"How?" Liang Kexin was like a great enemy, goosebumps stood up instantly, it didn't matter if she didn't remember the previous things, but someone always remembered.

She was right, things weren't that simple.

"Have you ever heard of an international ballet festival?"

"Yes, I know my mom used to be a ballet dancer."

"Hey, you don't have to do that."

Liang Kexin broke her hands and was silent.

"Your mother was once nominated for the award of the Queen of Ballet at the International Ballet Festival, this ballet festival is held every five years, before she passed away, there was another talented dancer in China who won the championship, but the day after the award, the dancer was gone, and the two Chinese dancers passed away, I don't know if you know Lin Zeshan, your mother and the dancer had contact with him before their deaths, it is probably not accidental, I also heard from others."

Liang Kexin was stunned, a hoarse sound came out of her throat, moved her lips, and said, "Ballet queen, so you have to die?" ”

Uncle Zhou was silent, he handed a photo in his pocket to Liang Kexin, and said, "The dance that Su Yue won the award was called The Death of the Nightingale, but she was buried in the fire soon after. ”

It's too cruel to look at the photos like this.

Uncle Zhou covered Su Yue inside with his rough fingers, and when he was about to touch the photo, he was suddenly held by Liang Kexin rudely.

The latter relaxed, "I want to see my mother." ”

She insisted on watching it, and Uncle Zhou couldn't do anything about her.

The dead are gone, and the living are suffering.

Liang Kexin didn't even have a photo with Su Yue, this is what she looks like, and you have to keep it in mind.

The costume is a black ballet bell-shaped pleated skirt with a thin black feather long veil tied around the waist, and when it falls in the air, it is like a brilliant summer flower, blooming with the wind, magnificent and moving, and thrilling.

Then her mother collapsed in a pool of red blood, deprived of her breath of life.

And so she became a nightingale and flew away forever.

Liang Kexin suddenly asked, "Is the costume still there?" ”

Uncle Zhou pursed his lips, "There should be." ”

Liang Kexin said, "I want to take it." ”

The first time she approached Su Yue so closely, it was through the hands of outsiders.

"Okay, I'll help you find it."

Uncle Zhou went upstairs to look for something, and Liang Kexin sat with his knees hugged.

She was a little nervous, and this emotion was indescribable.

How wonderful it is to meet with Su Yue's past and fall asleep with the object that once covered her body temperature.

I feel as anxious as I can see my mother.

Uncle Zhou asked her a question, "Why don't you think about it, your mother really committed suicide, and the living continue to live, live their own lives, and don't be affected by the dead." ”

Liang Kexin smiled and didn't speak.

Just such two concerns, how can you say that you can break it.

Uncle Zhou understood, and didn't ask any more.

His ambition was clear to him.

Uncle Zhou sighed and said to her, "There is not much progress in this matter, and there is no other evidence, so for the time being, you can only deal with it like this, if you want to overturn the case, you have to have new evidence, the witness at the scene of the death is Lin Zeshan, you can start with him, in addition, I know that this matter has always been thought to have something to do with Ji Linghao, but Uncle Zhou reminds you that sometimes the truth is not what it seems on the surface, you have to find the answer yourself." ”

There are no clues at all, only these bizarre coincidences remain.

If this matter really has nothing to do with Ji Linghao, could it really be that Lin Zeshan forced his mother to death?

Anyway, Liang Kexin wanted to give it a try.

She got Su Yue's performance costume, and she took it out of the vacuum packaging, because there were blood stains, for fear of breeding germs, it had probably been disinfected, and there was a pungent cleaning smell on it.

Liang Kexin ignored it, and pressed her cheek into the soft black feather coat, trying to get into the broken dream.

In the dream, she hugged Su Yue with attachment and leaned her side face against her warm chest.

Now Liang Kexin is like a young beast waiting to be fed, the mother beast was killed by a ruthless hunter, it was in a pool of blood, making a coquettish sound, and continued to rub against her mother, but she didn't know that the body temperature was gradually losing.

The most important person will leave her sooner or later, and she has to face reality.

For a moment, Liang Kexin noticed some details, all the feathers of this performance costume belonged to birds.

Liang Kexin muttered to herself, "The feathers of this kind of bird are rare in China, right?" ”

Uncle Zhou frowned, pinched the feather tail, and looked at it carefully.

Liang Kexin asked, "Can you find the source of the feather?" ”

"Ballet shoes are basically sewn with their own needles to make shoeboxes, outsiders don't know the size, they don't know the size, and it is impossible to cut them open, so my mother is also hands-on, even the ballet skirt is the same, the big aspects will find a tailor to do, small details will be added by themselves, these feathers and decorations, it is very likely that my mother sewed them up with a needle and a thread, find them, even if it is useless, I want to be closer to my mother."

"Okay, then you wait for me for a few days, I'll find someone to help, he should be able to find someone."

Liang Kexin waited for news at home, and about three days later, someone sent her an email.

"Miss Liang, hello, the other black feathers in the performance costume are not special, they are common black crow feathers, but the two on the chest are of special origin, which are the long feathers of the black-headed cuckoo, this is a national protected animal, if you can't explain it clearly, it is likely to be arrested, please contact me."