Han Qingqing's eyes gradually flashed with displeasure: "Good night, I really don't understand why you are targeting me so aggressively?" Yes, Xiaoxiao was in distress twice, I was there, but Xiaoxiao is my daughter, I went to see her at Zhang Tezhu, is there anything wrong? What's more, Xiaoxiao is the meat that fell from my body, according to what you mean, I, a mother, am going to kill my own child? There are so many mothers present, you ask them, who would be so cruel to their children?! ”

Facing Han Qingqing's straightforward questioning, Xia Wan'an's tone became much more serious: "Yes, you are right, but the premise is that you have to be her mother." ”

As soon as Xia Goodnight's words came out, the people present were even more shocked.

"What?"

"What do you mean you have to be her mother?"

"This is to say, Han Qingqing is not Han Yixiao's mother?"

“……”

In the chaos, Han Qingqing smiled as if she had heard some ridiculous joke: "Good night, you are really good at laughing." ”

"I'm not joking, although I don't know who you are, but I can be sure of one thing, you are definitely not Han Qingqing!" Xia Wan's night saw Han Qingqing's lips move, as if she was about to say something, she didn't give Han Qingqing a chance, and opened her mouth again: "I think you must be very curious, how did I know that you are not Han Qingqing, the reason is very simple, the jade bracelet on your wrist, and the oil paintings in your room." ”

"At first, I really didn't think you had any problems, I always thought you were my aunt Han Qingqing, even when I came to you that day and talked to you for so long, I didn't find any problems, but just now, I said that the jade bracelet on your wrist was very lucky, and when it was not broken by the whip, your subconscious action was to touch your jade bracelet...... That action reminded me of the unfinished oil painting you had when I came to you that day...... The woman in the oil painting is your ...... action."

"If you are Han Qingqing, why do you want to paint yourself? If you are Han Qingqing, after painting yourself, why did you look at yourself in the oil painting when you picked up the oil painting that day, and your eyes were so lingering? ”

"I've always wondered why you paint the same woman over and over again, with white clothes, black hair, and no face...... I didn't understand until just now, there is only one reason, Han Qingqing is dead, you have become Han Qingqing's appearance, and you draw Han Qingqing every day...... The reason why you don't dare to paint your face is because ...... Are you afraid...... I'm afraid that people will see the clues, but no matter how careful you are, you still show flaws......"

Han Qingqing, who was in a wheelchair, raised her hand and applauded after listening to Xia Goodnight's analysis: "Wonderful, very exciting, but ...... What about the evidence? Good night Xia, I am Han Qingqing, Han Qingqing is me, your speculation, no matter how bells and whistles there are, but I am Han Qingqing......"

"Really?" Xia Wan'an faced Han Qingqing's composure and said slowly: "Do you really think I have no evidence?" ”

Han Qingqing didn't speak.

"Do you remember Han Jinglun? He once treated Yixiao for ......" Xia Wanjing said, taking out a very old diary: "He has a habit of recording the patient's condition, and in this diary, he records the situation of Yixiao's treatment at the beginning...... Han Jinglun's last diary before his death was about laughter, and there was such a sentence in it......"