Xu Qiaoling had the results, Xie Jiaqiang logged in to the "Killing" website around the time period, Xie Jiaqiang and Wei Kezheng went to Zhong Chun's house together, and Zhong Jinxiang opened the door for them. At that time, it was Wan Lun who logged in with Xie Jiaqiang's ID and password at the "Spend Time" café. In addition, Shan Xiang's range of activities is mainly in the "Spend Time" café, where there are many people coming and going, Xie Jiaqiang, Wan Lun and Wei Kezheng have appeared many times. Outside the café, except for gathering and shopping with her girlfriends, she has not been in contact with any men, and even her cousin Gu Hengyu rarely meets.

Chen Yufei and Zhao Jun interrogated Xie Jiaqiang and Wan Lun respectively again. Xie Jiaqiang said that that day, according to the agreement with Jim, he planned to receive him on the website, but he temporarily received a call from Wei Kezheng, asking him to go to Zhong Jinxiang's house, and there was an important cooperation to discuss, so he had to give his login ID and password to Wan Lun and let him log in to the website instead of him.

Wan Lun's statement is consistent with Xie Jiaqiang, that day was a rest day, Zhuang Meihua was also at home, he was worried about being seen by Zhuang Meihua, so he went to the "spend time" café near his home to surf the Internet.

Xie Jiaqiang also revealed that when he and Wei Kezheng were at Zhong Jinxiang's house, Wei Kezheng borrowed their computer and said that it took a long time to go online.

Did Xie Jiaqiang tell the truth, or did he deliberately lead Jim's identity to Wei Kezheng? Chen Yufei still can't make a judgment.

"What is the relationship between Zhong Jinxiang and Fan Shaoqi, do you know?" Chen Yufei asked.

"You know, it's not that kind of relationship." Xie Jiaqiang said mockingly, "Zhong Jinxiang is pursuing Fan Shaoqi and spending a lot of money for her, Fan Shaoqi often goes to the Philippines for vacation and shopping, so Zhong Jinxiang bought a villa in the rich area of Manila and gave it to her." As long as you have money, you can sleep with female stars, which is not unusual at all. But it's good to sleep, marry that kind of broken shoes home, there will be endless troubles, I told him, I can't take it seriously, I don't know what he thinks. ”

Just when Chen Yufei was still struggling with who Jim was, Xu Qiaoling made a breakthrough there, and Jim used that computer to make Internet calls again, this time in the French town of Bosnia-Herzegovin. She planted a Trojan into the computer again, and as soon as Jim logged on to the "Kill" website, the information was automatically sent to her email. Soon she made an unusually surprising discovery, she found the domain name registration information of the "Killing Bureau" website, which was registered in Bosnia-Herzegovina two years ago, and the registrant was Cheng Yijie!

At noon the day before Xu Qiaoling found out the registration information, Cheng Yijie received a call from Jim. "You don't really want to see the original copy of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet" in the British Museum, now I can give you a chance, you need to use your keen eyes to identify the authenticity of the painting."

"Where's that painting?" Cheng Yijie asked calmly.

"Wait on the tarmac on the top floor of your house at 10 o'clock tonight, and a private jet will pick you up and take you to your destination." Jim didn't tell him exactly where it was, "You pack your bags and you're going tonight." ”

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yijie poured himself a cup of coffee. He stayed up almost all night last night and needed a pick-me-up. He sat down on the couch and took two sips of coffee, he put his cup down and looked at the steaming, rising heat. Jim asked him to pack his bags and dispatch a private jet, presumably to go abroad. This time, the future is uncertain, he has already put his personal life and death aside, and the most reassuring thing is Mu Qingcheng, Jim and David will not just let her go. He called He Muxuan, briefly explained a few words, and then sat quietly on the sofa, rubbing the corners of his forehead with his hands, trying to sort out his thoughts. He slipped through time until a knock at the door alarmed him.

The door opened, and it was Mu Qingcheng who came in, it was work time, and the two were a little surprised when they saw each other.

"I went to the publishing house to review the manuscript, and then I came back directly." Mu Qingcheng explained first.

"I'm going on a business trip tonight, so I'll be back early to pack my bags." Cheng Yijie also said, "Do you want to drink coffee?" ”

Mu Qingcheng shook his head. The two looked at each other, and for a moment, the room was unusually quiet. Then, Cheng Yijie reached out and patted the sofa beside him. "Come and sit down?"

Mu Qingcheng walked over as he said and sat down beside him. She couldn't help laughing, he said it so politely, it was strange. If it had been before, he would have snapped his fingers, half-commanding, half-seducing, and said, "Come here!" ”

Her smile was so sweet, so playful, like a spring flower blooming, the morning glow first showing, he was dizzy, held her hand, sighed and asked, "When will you leave for France to participate in exchange activities?" ”

"Let's go next Friday." She replied.

He held her hand tighter, and said deeply and sincerely: "My business trip may take a long time this time, you should take care of yourself alone." ”

Her smile vanished, and she stared at him for a moment, then quietly withdrew her hand, silently lowering her eyelashes. "How long?" She asked in a low voice. In fact, he usually goes out early and returns late, and often does not come back for the night, and they rarely have the opportunity to meet and communicate. I haven't had intimate sex since the last time I was drunk. However, she could at least see him from time to time. His tone made her feel down, how long was it?

"I don't know yet." There seemed to be an invisible force in his voice, something that made her nervous. She had a sense of foreboding, but she couldn't figure out where that ominous feeling came from, and there were many questions surging in her heart, but what she finally said was:

"Is He Muxuan going with you?"

He ...... Don't go. He looked at her, trying to read her thoughts from her eyes, but he couldn't, the eyes were too deep to look like bottomless pools, and he couldn't detect anything at the bottom of them. She is no longer the little woman who was simply dependent on him in the past, she was deeply hurt by him, experienced emotional setbacks, and finally rose up and lived her own wonderful life. If he never comes back, will she forget about him and continue with her wonderful life? There was a strong convulsion in his heart, and his heart twisted spasmically, and he took her hand and pulled her into his arms with all his might.

He hugged her, caressing her soft hair, feeling her body tremble slightly, he kissed her sideburns, earlobes, and sniffed the fragrance of her hairline. He didn't dare to speak, for fear of being frightened away from the dream, and he didn't dare to let go, for fear of letting go of the dream.

She looked up and saw a trace of pain in his eyes, a trace of distress, a touch of heartbreaking affection. Her eyes were on him, her eyes were dark and clear, and her eyes were firm and composed. "No matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you!" A layer of water vapor floated in the pair of clear eyes, and the water vapor gathered more and more thickly, and finally fell quietly.

A heart-wrenching heartache came up, he was in pain, sore, his hands tightly wrapped around her body, her tearful eyes enlarged in front of him, like two pools of grief and tenderness, rippling. The pressure of pain rushed through his veins, and finally leaped out, reason, worry, struggle...... All flew away. "Little orange!" His cry wrenched out of his heart was so hot and painful, "I'm not Gay, I'm not. He Muxuan and I are partners, partners who must hide their identities. For so long, my inner torment is definitely no less than yours. ”

A shiver crossed her back, the partner who had to hide his identity, he had been hiding it for so long, why was he telling the truth now? "You're not on a business trip this time, are you?"

"Don't ask, you still don't know anything, you can't say anything to anyone, except Yufei, understand?" His voice was shaky, muffled, and indistinct.

"Understood." Her vision blurred, and two large teardrops rolled down her cheeks.

He touched it at once, and muttered, like a dream, "Don't cry, little orange." If I'm really gone, you have to be strong, along with my share, and live happily. In the future, there will definitely be someone better than me to take care of you and love you. ”

She couldn't stand it anymore and began to sob, and her words touched her weakest of feminine nerves, and she cried sadly, bitterly.

He sucked her tears bitterly and tremblingly, his burning lips sliding down her cheeks and pressing feverishly against her tear-stained lips. He pressed her tightly, hugged her tightly, his lips furious and fierce, with the needs of his whole heart. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, her whole body was as weak as cotton, her consciousness was far away from her, her mind was light, her mind was light, and her soul was light. He fumbled and pulled her zipper, and the white dress fluttered down, like a butterfly, fluttering its wings like a dream.

Her hands wrapped around his neck and closed her eyes. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she moaned lowly, melting into the illusory, dreamlike feeling. He burned her like a fire, deeply embedded in her body and embedded in her soul.

They rolled from the couch to the carpet, so desperate, their hearts burning with palpitations. The sky is spinning, and everything is gone.

Later, it was completely dark outside, and there was no light on inside the house, and it was also dark. They were lying on the carpet, he wrapped his arms around her, she was tired, tired, her chin pressed against his chest, and she thought in a daze, what would she do if she lost him? With such unforgettable love and pain, no one can give it to her anymore, and she will never fall in love with anyone else again in her life. She will be strong and will live with his share, but the word "happiness" will be insulated from her, and she will guard the little memories that belong to them and die alone.

"Get a good night's sleep, huh?" He shook her softly, his voice so low, so soft, so calming. So, she relaxed, and really fell asleep like that.

On the top floor, a small plane was parked on the helipad of the observation deck, and the darkness flowed like ink, swallowing up the plane, the tarmac, and everything around it.