Chapter 282: The Twelfth of Evil Fate
The person Yi Tian was waiting for didn't come.
It had been a long time since the night fell, and the woman in the house had finished washing, turned on her daily mode and sat in front of the computer, either writing her manuscript to the newspaper or writing a reply.
The damn pajamas, with so long sleeves, he never saw if she was wearing the watch or not.
She was always very focused at work, and he walked around her several times, but she didn't respond.
risking her life to make her a cup of tea and hand it to her, she knew how to enjoy it, reached out to take the cup of tea, and on the wrist that was stretched out, the watch stayed on it.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"You write slowly, but don't write for too long, I'll go out for a trip, and I hope that when I come back, you'll already have a date with Zhou Gong."
She rarely cared about him.
"Do you have to go out so late?"
"Yes, to meet someone."
"Who, male, or female?"
The inexplicable joy in her heart, a woman who has always had a big heart, finally cares about herself a little bit.
"Uh......"
He was pondering whether to sell it, but he didn't expect that he hadn't figured out how to sell it yet.
She waved her hand: "That, it's not important, just pay attention to safety, go early and return early." β
He continued to tap on her keyboard, and at times, he even envied the laptop, as if she had been with it longer than she had been with him.
The mood is like a roller coaster, with ups and downs, and it's not a taste at all.
In the world of feelings, in the end, he cares more about her.
The car was parked at the entrance of the alley, and after about a cigarette, he got out of the car.
The night in the alley was extremely quiet, and the moonlight was just right, reflecting down, pulling his shadow to the elder.
The sound of footsteps on the bluestone pavement is clearly audible.
At the end of the alley, the moonlight will shine and the boy can be seen sitting quietly under the basketball hoop.
From a distance, it looks like a melancholy Japanese teenager in the movie lens.
The boy was there, and he was not surprised at all.
He walked towards the boy, who, when he saw him, seemed unwilling to see him, and got up to leave.
"Guess you're here, don't you want to talk to me?"
The young man turned around, and his eyes were extremely clear: "What are you talking about?" β
"Talk about your mother, she hasn't been back for a day, aren't you worried about her?"
The boy bit his lip and didn't speak, his hands had nowhere to place, and he seemed to be trembling slightly.
"Aren't you worried about her physical condition inside?"
"Uncle Hu has already brought her medicine, it's summer, and the clothes I packed for her are enough."
"I mean, aren't you worried that she'll never come back?"
The boy raised his head, and his eyes were bright and wise.
"I believe in the police, and I believe in my mother, she is not the murderer."
Yi Tian was speechless for a while, he underestimated the young man's psychological endurance.
"And what about my sister? Do you believe her? β
In that window, there was a faint figure, looking at it motionlessly.
If he didn't guess wrong, that figure was Xiaoya.
In fact, there is no need to guess, at this time, she is the only one left in that room.
The boy hesitated: "I, I don't know, she doesn't like to communicate with me very much, she always thinks my ideas are naΓ―ve, even though she is only two minutes older than me." β
"So, what about her relationship with her mother and that person."
"She's just such a person, no one likes to communicate."
"What about that person?"
The boy bit his lip again, this time for a long time and did not let go, as if it was particularly hard.
Yi Tian was afraid that he would hurt himself, however, he just thought about it too much.
He opened his mouth, obviously impatient: "I don't know, don't you ask?" β
He felt that it seemed a little difficult to know something from the young man's mouth tonight, so change the subject.
"Do you know someone who likes to play the clown?"
The young man's face was calm, and his angular face was extremely green.
Although he didn't want to speak, he still shook his head, not like he was lying.
"Or some other mask, a person who doesn't like to show his true face to others."
The man in the fox mask flashed in the boy's mind, what did the officer mean? Did the police already have any incriminating evidence against him?
In fact, he should not be surprised, a man who often wears a mask and is haunted in the night, and does not dare to show his true face.
He shouldn't be a normal person, he has a secret that no one knows, and that secret should also be a secret that deviates from the Fa.
But he knows that he is a person with a story, and like himself, he has the experience of helplessness and wanting to escape from reality.
He knew that his original intention was not to be like that, he should be a good person, a good person to measure from another perspective.
So at this time, he instinctively shook his head in the face of the officer's questioning, but he knew that he hesitated for two seconds.
It was these two seconds that he would not be able to escape this sharp-eyed police officer.
Fortunately, the officer didn't dwell on it too much, and the conversation changed.
"What about your sister? Have you noticed that she is in contact with some mysterious person? β
"Who knows, she's mysterious in her own right?"
"Can you tell us more about that?"
The boy hesitated for two seconds: "Well, I can't tell, she hardly talks much in this house, and sometimes, I wonder if there is a person like her in the family." β
"So, does she usually like to hang out?"
"That's not true, a student, you have to look like a student, not to mention that she is a scholar, and a scholar is not born, if you don't work hard, where did you come from."
"Uh......" Yi Tian seemed to want to know something, but he didn't know where to start.
This didn't seem to be the same as what he thought when he came, and to be honest, he was a little confused.
The previous confidence and speculation have new doubts at this time.
"Rest early, don't worry your mother."
As soon as he turned around, he glanced back at the window not far away, and the figure was gone.
Walking in the long alleyway, my mind is a mess.
What is the truth?
The public security bureau building was quiet, and Xiao Wang dozed off in the security room.
He habitually looked towards the forensic office on the second floor, which was pitch black.
I can't remember how many nights he had when he was confused about a case, and the light was always on in that window.
But now, that person is gone, and the lights will naturally not turn on.
But why would she rather die than tell the truth?
He became more and more unable to understand what the beliefs of people like them, who were on the margins of society, were in their faith. If you can guess their minds.
In their minds, is there a law-abiding existence?
Or is there a self-contained set of values in their world?
He knew that the answer was actually known to one person, but she refused to say.