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After arriving, An Ziqi found out that Simon had taken her to Paris.

After six years, stepping on this land again, An Ziqi can't tell what kind of feelings he feels in his heart.

Once she liked to watch suspense reasoning, and liked to watch the protagonist solve mysteries one by one.

But now she realizes that she herself is the biggest mystery in itself.

After lunch, Simon took her to an old neighborhood.

An Ziqi looked at the narrow alleys and dilapidated buildings in front of her, and it was hard to imagine that in Paris, the fashion capital of the world, there was still such a place.

"I bought this block before, and it's still in the same way it was when you left six years ago."

Simon said as he led her into one of the buildings.

He bought the block in the name of the developer.

Except for the building where An Ziqi was originally located, the residents of other places, he did not evict them, and all of them retained their original appearance.

He looked forward to the day when An Ziqi would return here, where did he think that this would be six years.

Simon stopped in front of a door on the third floor, reached out and nudged it, opening it.

"This is where you lived six years ago."

An Ziqi walked in and looked curiously.

It's a small one-bedroom apartment, with small pink curtains hanging from the windows of the living room, and a few small flower pots on the windowsill, with a few green mimosas planted in them.

An Ziqi stepped forward and touched it lightly with her fingers, and the tiny leaves immediately curled up shyly, and the corners of her lips unconsciously showed a shallow smile.

On the sofa are floral pillows like curtains.

Walking into the small bedroom, there were notes scattered around the desk.

The room was clean and tidy, transparent and bright, and everything was as if there were still people living in it.

Apparently someone came over and cleaned it regularly.

An Ziqi picked up a notebook casually, and rubbed her fingertips over the delicate handwriting on it.

She won't be mistaken, it's indeed her word.

From the floral curtains, to the mimosas on the windowsills, and even the layout of the room, everything here is laid out to her liking, and there are traces of her life everywhere.

However, she was not impressed.

Simon walked to the closet across the bed, pulled open the door, and said to her with a smile, "Remember this?" ”

An Ziqi looked up.

"That's what you stuffed me here back then."

Simon gestured to the tiny closet.

An Ziqi thought hard and shook her head, "I don't know." ”

Simon shrugged his shoulders and didn't force her.

An Ziqi turned her head, put away the notes on the table, opened the drawer, and found a diary inside.

The other side.

Xiao Moli stood in the center of the orphanage.

His thin lips were pursed, and his face was unusually gloomy.

Today is the death day of those 128 people.

In my mind, the images of innocent and tragic deaths and blood rain are still emerging.

The screams still seemed to echo in my ears.

The mood is depressed like a dark cloud before a storm.

No matter how they investigated, there was not the slightest clue about what happened back then.

The fists at his sides were clenched tightly.

One day, he must find out the person who calculated him back then.

Coming out of the orphanage.

Habitually drove to the alley of the year.

Stand around the corner and look at the empty alley in front of you.

It was here that he was rescued by Bai Xin'er.

Sometimes he thinks that if he had died here, those 128 people would still be alive and well.