"Xiao Qiao, we have found out that phone number, do you know whose it is?" Mao Daxin's excited voice came from the other end of the phone, listening to the echo, as if he was calling her in the corridor or something.

Hearing that it was not a homicide, Jiang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, Mao Daxin was able to call this phone to ask herself, indicating that the owner of the phone must be someone she knew... She knows ...

"It's Qian Duoduo's call!" Jiang Qiao said affirmatively.

Mao Daxin's voice on the phone was surprised with admiration: "How do you know, yes, I've already checked, this is Qian Duoduo's phone, and we have adjusted her call records, there is a phone number that contacts her very frequently, and the registrant of this phone has been found, it is a man, I am going to leave for his registered address now, wait for my news." ”

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Qiao told Li Yang what Mao Daxin had found, as long as he found Qian Duoduo, he could prove whether Li Yang's inference worked. "Oh, by the way, what were you going to tell me?" Jiang Qiao remembered what Li Yang hadn't finished saying before answering the phone.

"Oh, hehe, it's nothing, it's just some ideas that can't be confirmed yet, I'll tell you when I go back and sort it out." Li Yang picked up a piece of fish and handed it to Jiang Qiao: "Now that the problem is solved, you should be able to eat it." ”

When I got home, Jiang's mother was still waiting for the door, and when she saw Jiang Qiao coming back, her face sank and muttered: If you don't come back to eat and don't say a word, I have a lot of leftovers. ”

Jiang Qiao hurriedly changed his shoes, and sat next to Jiang's mother with a smile to apologize: "Good mother, I was wrong, next time I must remember, I forgot to eat with Li Yang today." ”

As soon as she heard the name Li Yang, Jiang's mother immediately smiled, took her hand and asked, "How is it, did you talk well?" When will I bring it back to my mother. Marriage is a big event, and my mother will help you check it. ”

"It's still early, we've just met, and we're still far from getting married." Pulling it on again, Jiang Qiao closed his eyes helplessly.

Seeing Jiang Qiao's impatient look, Jiang's mother couldn't help but chatter: "Mom, it's all for your good, you kid... ”

'Good for me, good for me, do you know what is really good for me!' Jiang Qiao retorted dissatisfiedly in her heart, but suddenly heard a voice whispering in her ear: "Do you want me to tear off her mask and reveal her true face." ”

Jiang Qiao shuddered, who is it... Who is talking next to her?

"Mom, we'll talk about this later."

Jiang Qiao was unintentionally entangled with Jiang's mother, hurried back to the room, hugged the quilt tightly and leaned against the head of the bed, and looked around the room uneasily. The voice just now was so clear that Jiang Qiao could even feel the airflow generated by the voice caressing her ears.

This is by no means an illusion.

When, on earth, did this voice find itself?

Is it because of "The Legend of the Martyr"?

"You're Red Lotus? Or are you Meng Tianzhen? Jiang Qiao was bold and asked into the empty air, and there was no sound in the room except for the sound of her own breathing.

"Red Lotus? Did you come to me with something to say to me? Jiang Qiao asked again, but there was still no response.

Don't... Could it be that I am thinking wrong?

When I first heard this voice ... It was a coincidence that after I went home after watching "The Legend of the Martyr" with Li Yang, the second time I heard it again was just... If it's because of that "The Legend of the Martyr", then why didn't I read anything yesterday, but I only heard it today...

If it's home ... But yesterday I went home myself... I also talked to Jiang's mother... It's also a mouthful.。。。

Odd... How could it be ... I can't figure it out anyway...

Tick tock...

Kitchen faucet not closing tightly?

It's noisy! It's so noisy that I can't sleep!

Sick of it....

Jiang Qiao sat up in a daze, rubbed her eyes, her eyelids were heavy and she fought up and down, she couldn't help but lie down again, but the annoying sound of running water was ticking very clearly, straight into her head. Jiang Qiao sat up sleepily again and reluctantly walked towards the toilet.

Jiang Qiao squinted and pushed open the door of the toilet, and squeaked, Jiang Qiao was a little strange, when did the door break?

A sobbing sound came from the door that was pushed open, and Jiang Qiao shivered and woke up.

A little girl of twelve or thirteen years old in a blue T-shirt was squatting on the ground crying, she was holding her legs and burying her face between her legs, because she didn't dare to cry loudly, her little face was red, and her shoulders were shaking. The T-shirt and coarse cloth pants on the girl's body were empty and did not match her figure, and it could be seen that this was an old dress that others did not want.

"Ah Lian, Ah Lian, don't cry, let your dad hear that he should be angry again. Come, where is it hurting, mom take a look. You, when you see your father in a bad mood in the future, you will stay away from him. Listen to my mother, my mother did this for our life, and without my father, we didn't have anything to eat. ”

A woman in her 30s looked panicked and touched the toilet, she gently hugged the girl named Ah Lian, and gently stroked her back. Under her comfort, Ah Lian gradually stopped crying, she nodded obediently, raised the face that was crying like a little flower cat, and gently leaned on the woman's shoulder.

Seeing that Ah Lian stopped crying, the woman took out an egg from her arms, wrapped it in a handkerchief and handed it to her: "Good, the egg compress will not hurt, eat the egg after the dressing, sleep well, mom went back to the room, dad woke up for a while and couldn't see mom was going to be angry again." The woman reluctantly kissed Ah Lian's little face, stood up and quietly walked out of the toilet.

A hint of loneliness flashed on Ah Lian's little face, and she sat there holding the egg for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking. There are still crystal teardrops on the butterfly-like eyelashes, and the immature little face is innocently distressing. The exposed areas of the arms and neck are covered with red marks, which look like they have been beaten by bamboo strips.

Jiang Qiao was distressed when she looked at it on the side, and the little girl was stunned for a while, put away the eggs, stood up and walked towards the yard. Jiang Qiao looked through the window, it turned out that she was going to fetch water to wash clothes, and her small body struggled to lift water from the well.

Jiang Qiao already fully understood that it was now in a dream, passing through the body of the woman when she walked in just now.

The little girl's eyebrows and eyes are eight or nine points similar to the woman, and you can see from the woman's body what kind of beauty the girl looks like when she grows up.

But who is this little girl?

Lotus?

But isn't the name Red Lotus a stage name that was chosen later?

The scene in front of him rippled like a water mirror, and when Jiang Qiao saw it clearly, it had changed to another scene.

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