The dark room in the house on the third floor was not discovered by the police.

Ji Zhengling was ready to take the heart inside to the police station and surrender.

But when he opened the dark room, it was empty.

At this time, he received a call from Wei Qing, and her voice was exceptionally calm, "I'm waiting for you at the police station." ”

The sky was clear and dark clouds suddenly overhead, and a light rain fell.

Ji Zhengling, who got out of the taxi, ran to the police station vigorously.

Wei Qing stood on the steps, with a policeman standing on her left and a policeman on her right.

"There it is."

When he was still a meter away, Wei Qing suddenly spoke.

Ji Zhengling stopped, he brushed the rain off his face, and said busily, "It was I who instigated Liu Zhenghao to kill people and take hearts, and it has nothing to do with her!" ”

Wei Qing chuckled, "I'm sorry, I don't accept your guilt." ”

Ji Zhengling's mouth was dry, his heart was beating faster, and he looked at her in a panic, "You took the things in the dark room, don't think that if you take the blame for me, I will be grateful to you, and even like you!" ”

Wei Qing looked sideways at the police station beside him and smiled, "Is my prediction very accurate?" ”

Before making the call, she told the police that her bamboo horse would come to take the blame for her.

No one responded to her, only herself laughing.

The sound of the rain became more and more noisy, and Wei Qing's laughter became louder and louder.

"Ji Zhengling, don't think that I don't know that you want to take the blame for me for the sake of our childhood sweetheart, I'm sorry, I want to take responsibility for the mistakes I made."

"I asked you to come just to show you what it was like to be ruined by hypocrisy."

"Take good care of Tang Xuemei, don't live up to her heart for you, even if her kindness to you is mixed with other intentions, please remember that only she is willing to be good to you now."

"Ji Zhengling, goodbye."

Wei Qing turned around resolutely, and the afterglow of half a second was not given to the people behind him.

The moment she fully stepped into the police station, tears hanging from the edge of her eyes finally slipped down her cheeks.

Ji Zhengling stood like a puppet in the thin and dense rain curtain.

Is he Ji Lin or Ji Zhengling?

Does he want to fulfill Ji Lin's birthday wish, or do his best to avoid Ji Lin's birthday wish?

Did he care about hypocrisy, or was it because he was used to being persecuted by Ji Lin, and he split into a strange personality for a while?

On the day Ji Lin died, he understood one thing, he was sick.