After dinner, Yan Yu sat on the sofa watching the evening news, and Da Hei lay beside him, wagging his tail lazily and yawning.

Zhao Jingqing floated in mid-air, and a gust of wind blew, and her fluttering body swayed in mid-air.

Among them, Su Han was the hardest, she was correcting the students' homework in the room, and when she saw that the students she had taught with hard work could make mistakes in even a question that she had taught countless times, Su Han was so angry that her teeth itched.

Zhao Jingqing suddenly floated to Yan Yu's side and whispered, "Husband, we talked about it last time, you ......"

"What did you say?" Yan Yu wondered.

"When you come back, you will use the Soul Confession ...... on me."

Yan Yu frowned slightly: "You...... Are you sure you want to do this? ”

It's not that he doesn't want to help Zhao Jingqing take revenge, but he is worried that Zhao Jingqing will become obsessed because he knows who his murderer is, so that he will no longer be as pure and innocent as he is now.

Zhao Jingqing nodded seriously.

"In that case, then you have to promise me that no matter what I see, you have to calm down and control yourself, and if you lose control, I can only seal you in a stuffed animal."

"I understand......" Zhao Jingqing is kind-hearted, and she doesn't want to be bad or hurt innocent people.

There was no danger in entering the soul to defend grievances, so Yan Yu did not remind Su Han, who was angry, but took Zhao Jingqing to his bedroom.

After closing the door, Yan Yu asked Zhao Jingqing to lie down on the bed, and he moved a chair to sit on the edge of the bed and gently held her hand.

"I'm a little scared." Zhao Jingqing said in a low voice.

"There's me." Yan Yu squeezed Zhao Jingqing's cold hand and said with a smile.

"Uh-huh!"

Zhao Jingqing slowly closed his eyes.

Yan Yu also held his breath and began to cast his soul to defend his grievances.

……

If Yan Yu's guess is correct, the murderer who killed Zhao Jingqing eighteen years ago originally wanted to kill his mother Tang Xinyi.

So if he could learn the identity of this murderer, Yan Yu would be one step closer to the truth of his mother's death.

When he opened his eyes, the light around him was very dim, and Yan Yu was in a dilapidated class.

The equipment in the class is very rudimentary, even the desk is shared by two people, and the chair is a long bench for two people to sit on.

"Why is there a sudden power outage?"

"Students, the power supply bureau just came with the news, because of the circuit failure, our school may not call tonight, after a while, the life committee members will go to the playground to get a candle, everyone overcomes the difficulties, and it will be overnight."

"Qinqing, your face doesn't seem to look good, are you not feeling well?"

Yan Yu turned his head sideways, his table mate was very familiar, it was Ye Han.

"That's right, Qinqing, if you don't feel well, ask the teacher for a leave to go back to the dormitory to rest, anyway, there will be a power outage today." At the front table, Zhang Weiwei also turned around and said.

Zhao Jingqing opened his mouth: "I may have come to that......"

After asking the teacher for leave, Zhao Jingqing walked alone along the campus path to the dormitory.

At this time, Rongcheng No. 1 Middle School still had no rebuilt old campus, and there was not even a street lamp along the way, so Zhao Jingqing could only rely on the weak light and his memory habits to return to the dormitory in the dark.

Along the way, most of the pictures Yan Yu saw were broken, perhaps because of the long time, Zhao Jingqing's memory was no longer complete.

Zhao Jingqing's self-talk sounded in her ears: "Xinyi asked for leave to go to the hospital today, hey, she is nine months pregnant, how dangerous it is to be alone, why don't you let me go with her?" ”

Walking and walking, Zhao Jingqing had already come to the outside of the dormitory, opened the padlock with the key, and Zhao Jingqing pushed the door in.

The dormitory was pitch black, with a simple bunk bed and a giant HelloKitty plush toy on the bed on the left.

Zhao Jingqing glanced at it, sighed and said, "It's a gift from that man to Xinyi, but it's a pity that it's ......."

At this time, countless thoughts flashed through Yan Yu's mind.

It turned out that this HelloKitty was actually a gift from his mother, and in those days, he could afford to buy such a huge plush toy for a girl, and that man was probably not from an ordinary family background.

Zhao Jingqing covered his lower abdomen and walked to the bathroom.

At this moment, Yan Yu inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure squatting there in the corner of the dormitory!

It was too dark in the dormitory, and Zhao Jingqing didn't think that there would be a second person in the dormitory with the padlock intact, so she didn't care at all and walked straight to the balcony.

But Yan Yu, as a bystander, even if what he sees is what Zhao Jingqing sees, the focus of his gaze will still be different!

He saw it!

The murderer has been hiding in the dormitory, just waiting for Zhao Jingqing to come back!

Look back!

Look back!

Yan Yu unconsciously shouted in his heart, but his thoughts could not affect Zhao Jingqing's memory, so Zhao Jingqing still walked into the balcony.

"It's cold."

There was a kettle on the ground, and Zhao Jingqing poured hot water into the washbasin, wanting to warm up.

She stood on the edge of the laundry tub and looked at herself in the mirror, slightly haggard.

Suddenly—

A pair of eyes suddenly appeared in the mirror, behind Zhao Jingqing!

"Ahh

Before Zhao Jingqing could scream, the man behind her had already covered her mouth, and the huge power was not something that a little girl could resist at all!

The man directly pressed Zhao Jingqing's head into the washbasin, and the warm water frantically used up Zhao Jingqing's ears, nose and mouth, making her very painful!

In the panic, Zhao Jingqing kept struggling, his hands kept swinging!

"Gollum ......"

The man's strength did not decrease in the slightest, and Zhao Jingqing's struggle became more and more weak, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

Finally, with unwillingness, Zhao Jingqing lost consciousness forever......

"Tang Xinyi, don't blame me, I can't help myself, if you want to blame, blame you for finding the wrong person, and pregnant with his child."

……

……

"Ha ......"

Yan Yu, who opened his eyes, breathed violently.

His lungs twitched like bellows, and he breathed the air greedily, like a man dying of thirst in the desert encountering a sweet spring.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?!" Zhao Jingqing hurriedly got up from the bed and helped Yan Yu to calm down.

"I experienced ...... The pain of your drowning ......," Yan Yu said with a gasp.

Unexpectedly, after such a New Year, Zhao Jingqing's memories have not disappeared too much, and a considerable part of them have been completely preserved.

And Yan Yu also fully experienced the feeling of drowning.

Zhao Jingqing waited until Yan Yu's breathing stabilized before he cautiously asked, "Husband, do you see anything in my memory?" ”

Yan Yu was silent, recalling the nightmarish face in the mirror, and he found that because of the light at that time, Zhao Jingqing didn't see the murderer's face clearly at all.

However, he can remember that in the mirror, the murderer has a pair of butterflies tattooed on his neck.

"Your killer has a pair of butterflies tattooed around his neck, and there are no other clues." Yan Yu said.