On the third day after separating from Xiaoyue, Han Dongzhi dialed the contact number she left for herself. He couldn't wait any longer, and wanted to see her again and ask her who she really was.

A soft female voice came from the telephone receiver, tugging at Han Dongzhi's heartstrings as if she were careless: "It turns out that you have seen through it, and I didn't deliberately pretend to be Cousin Huihui, but..."

"Just what?" Han Dongzhi couldn't wait to ask.

Xiaoyue seemed a little embarrassed, and hesitated for a long time before continuing: "Huihui, she said that you are just a ruined house, and any girl can't look down on it. ”

It seems that she still remembers the stories that Han Dongzhi's good buddy used to joke about in the night show, and anger ignited in her chest again: "Then why did you still come to see me?" To tease me?! ”

"No," the girl whispered, "I'm not the girl Huihui. ”

"That kind of girl" drew a clear dividing line between Xiaoyue and Huihui, and her explanation made Han Dongzhi feel slightly relieved.

"That's... Will we continue to see each other? Han Dongzhi asked.

"Of course you can, it's just... I have other things to do today, so I might as well contact you when I have time. ”

When the words fell, Han Dongzhi understood what Xiaoyue meant, she was probably rejecting herself, so she answered lightly and hung up the phone.

I was very disappointed, but I comforted myself, maybe she was really busy.

---

There was little clue to the case from the puppet workshop, other than the smell of formalin mentioned by Star Swirl.

But Bai Xiaohan didn't smell anything, she wrote the seven names of Qin Mo, Pei Yue, Yu Zheng, Han Dongzhi, Hao Rui, the landlord and 502 Scar Man on the blackboard of the apartment, connecting them to the relationship vein.

Pei Yue and Yu Zheng are half-siblings, and from Star Swirl's possession, it seems that both of them have been in contact with Hao Rui.

Pei Yue and Qin Mo lived in the same apartment, and it is very likely that they had contact privately, but no evidence was found that there was a relationship between them.

On the surface, Yu Zheng and Qin Mo seem to be just strangers who don't know each other at all.

The landlord is a teacher in the children's welfare institute where Qin Mo once lived, and the apartment where Qin Mo lived and the puppet workshop where he appeared belonged to the landlord's real estate.

And Han Dongzhi, Pei Yue and the landlord of the scar man are all women surnamed Yuan.

It seems that someone is playing a big game of chess behind this, and these otherwise unrelated people are intricately entangled.

There are three doubts about this: Where did Haorui, who came back from the dead, disappear? Who took Pei Yue's biological father from Yu Zheng's apartment? Is the nameless female corpse in the tanker truck explosion related to the wife of the 502 man?

Star Swirl stared at the words on the blackboard, like a student listening to a teacher's lecture, holding her chin in thought.

"Of these three questions, the last one should be best investigated." Star Swirl said.

"That's right, my colleague has already gone to the man's wife's maiden home to collect a sample of her DNA, and as long as he comes back for comparison, there will be results. But..."Bai Xiaohan's brows furrowed slightly,

"This man's previous report is very unreasonable, and he can't find a motive for killing his wife. Even the people of his wife's maiden family thought that this man, despite his terrible appearance, was very good to his wife. ”

"I want to know what he thinks, I should be able to help you with that." Star Swirl said.

Bai Xiaohan nodded slightly: "As for the other two doubts, I really don't have a clue at the moment." If Hao Rui was really made into a puppet, then where would it be hidden? ”

"You don't have to look for it, he might show up himself." They were pushed away from the outside, and the handsome man Lang Lang said.

I haven't seen it for a few days, and the jade carving-like face is like a cloud in the clouds, and the two people who saw it were stunned.

"How's your business going?" Star Swirl asks, but Mr. X doesn't mention what he's going to do when he leaves.

The blue eyes narrowed slightly, and some scattered eyes "stared" on Bai Xiaohan's face, who did not speak, and said in a low and cold voice: "That's not my private matter." ”

"Is something wrong?" Bai Xiaohan asked.

"A new space-time stowaway has appeared, and the identity has not yet been ascertained."

He changed his shoes and walked over to Star Swirl, glancing at the intricate diagram on the blackboard, and asked, "Who is behind these people?" ”

Bai Xiaohan shrugged: "I also want to know the answer, but Haorui's matter is not an ordinary case, will it... Something to do with space-time stowaways? ”

"No, he's been made a puppet." Mr. X replied in the affirmative.

"So sure?" Star Swirl looked at him with wide eyes.

"Clotho once went to his dream, and saw the silk thread on his head, it must have been manipulated by someone."

Star Swirl was a little surprised to hear him talk about Clotho naturally, for the two brothers rarely had a moment to speak calmly. I remembered the last time I met CLOTHO in the suburbs late at night, and he threatened to take him away.

"The puppet workshop is very suspicious, but I can't see what is going on without a search warrant at the moment, unless..."

"Let's talk about it." He looked at the watch on his wrist and went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. The heat enveloped his face, and the room fell silent for a moment.

"Lu Jingfan, that guy has been clamoring to come to eat lately." Bai Xiaohan seemed to want to find a light topic to get rid of the atmosphere that had cooled down for a while.

"Another day." Mr. X said lightly.

"Then I won't bother." Bai Xiaohan reluctantly pointed to the door, and then instructed, "Star Swirl, I'll come back to you tomorrow morning." ”

The door to the apartment was gently closed. At this time, it was early autumn, and the courtyard was full of dark and light maple trees, dark green mixed with bright yellow, gorgeous and desolate. The sky was very high, and the occasional northern goose flying south, its light black wings drawing a white line, swept away a cloud.

Two people sit quietly on the sofa, sharing each other's silence in the quiet autumn mood.

"The next time I go out, I'll tell you where you're going and how long you're going." His voice was faint, his cool breath was like a cloud, but his eyes were unusually determined.

Star Swirl raised her hand and stroked his chin, touching a bit of stubble, her eyes fluttering, "I can tolerate you, naturally because I know you and get used to your silence." And I'm not happy because I care too much, and since you come back and tell me where you're going, it's nothing. ”

Her tone was brisk, with a little heartiness that she didn't usually have, and she said two words lightly, but it was like a fierce sea breeze, sweeping the waves, hitting his heart and shaking slightly.

It's just because she used the word "tolerance".

Getting along day and night has always been the best way to eliminate the haze and beauty caused by distance.