She followed the sound, but she fell, hitting the back of her head on the cold, hard stone. She woke up in pain, and it turned out that she had dozed off and hit her head on the bedrail. But the music continued, and she regained her senses, it was the sound of the mobile phone at the bedside, and she hurriedly grabbed the phone. The other party set up a hidden number for the call, and I don't know who called.

"Hey, I'm Wei Chihong." After pressing the answer button, the sound of accelerating heartbeat came, Qiao Yan's hand slidied, and the phone almost fell. "You...... Hello. ”

"What are you doing?" Wei Chihong could hear that her reaction was not quite right.

Qiao Yan coughed lightly. "I fell asleep reading a book and was woken up by your phone."

"What books are you reading?" Yu Chihong asked.

Qiao Yan answered truthfully, Hong Bingwei's "Go to Zhulang Island to See the Old Villa".

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds.

"Hey, hey!" Qiao Yan thought it was a problem with the mobile phone signal.

"I'm listening." Wei Chihong didn't mention the book again, "I'm going to the first two crime scenes tomorrow morning, you can go with me." ”

Qiao Yan's heart trembled slightly. "Is there anyone else?"

"No, it's enough for the two of us. I wanted to see what had been missed from the previous survey. Tomorrow morning at half past six, you will be waiting for me downstairs in the dormitory. Wei Chihong's voice was low and soft, which was very different from the tone he usually talked about work.

Qiao Yan's heart skipped a beat and she was excited, but she didn't want to reveal her interest, so she just responded with a short "good" word.

"See you tomorrow, then, good night." Yu Chihong also replied briefly.

"Good night." After Qiao Yan hung up the phone, her heartbeat was not stable. "The two of us are enough", she recalled, her heart filled with joyful tenderness. Whatever his intentions, she was glad to be with him. Such an opportunity is really rare and hard to find.

Qiao Yan woke up early in the morning, with the careful thoughts of the young girl, dressed up for a while, changed into what she thought was the most appropriate dress, and went downstairs on time.

Yu Chihong was already waiting downstairs, he and Qiao Yan's dormitory were in the same community, the two buildings were very close, and they were just a few steps away. Qiao Yan was stunned when she pushed open the iron door, it was so foggy, buildings and trees near and far were floating in the thick fog. Wei Chihong was also shrouded in it, and it was strikingly similar to the scene in last night's dream.

She froze where she was, sunk into a thick fog.

Yu Chihong walked over to her. "What are you doing there?" He urged, "Time is tight today, let's go." ”

Qiao Yan settled down and kept up with his pace. Wei Chihong's car was parked in the parking lot of the community, and he drove out of the community, and the destination was the cemetery in the suburbs, which was the first crime scene. The fog was thick, and Wei Chihong could only reduce his speed and drive carefully. On the way, he stopped the car in front of a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant and took Qiao Yan in for breakfast.

Wei Chihong didn't ask Qiao Yan's opinion, and directly ordered ham and cow yee, west toast and coffee.

"These are all my favorite foods." Qiao Yan couldn't help but speak.

"I know." Yu Chihong knew her well.

Qiao Yan was surprised. "How do you know?"

Yu Chihong leaned on the back of the chair behind him and responded leisurely: "Inferred from your dining habits, this can be regarded as a kind of portrait." ”

Qiao Yan opened her mouth slightly, not knowing what to say. The number of times they had eaten together was only a handful, and it was amazing that he could deduce her dietary preferences. Does this also show that he observes her very carefully and cares about her?

She speculated, but Yu Chihong had already diverted her attention. He took two photos out of his pocket and looked at them carefully.

Qiao Yan leaned over to take a look, almost squirting out the coffee she had just drunk in her mouth. He was looking at the photos of the dead, the first two crime scenes of the serial murder case, one of the victims covered in blood, and the other eyelid was stretched open by adhesive, which was terrible to see. "When you look at this kind of photo while eating, you are not afraid of affecting your appetite."

"Don't you also eat bread and drink coffee while looking at pictures of corpses?" Wei Chihong's gaze shifted from the photo and fell on Qiao Yan's face.

"How do you know?" Qiao Yan was surprised at first, but soon understood, "Did Cao Chongshan tell you?" ”

Wei Chihong lowered his head and continued to look at the photo.

Qiao Yan snatched the photo in his hand. "Tell me what Cao Chongshan said about me."

Wei Chihong raised his head, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. He said......" he paused, "I repeat the original words: Your little Joe is eating bread and drinking coffee. The point is that she ate deliciously in front of the photo of the corpse. Where does that look like a woman, do you like this type of man's wife? ”

Qiao Yan's face was hot, she twisted her hands, and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

Seeing her embarrassed appearance, Wei Chihong's smile deepened a little. Cao Chongshan's words can be completely ignored. I don't think you're like a man's wife, you're still very feminine. ”

"Hmm," Qiao Yan snorted, biting her lip lightly with her teeth, she wanted to know how Wei Chihong answered Cao Chongshan, but she didn't have the courage to ask.

Yu Chihong had already seen through her thoughts. "I told Cao Chongshan that I had no interest in men. But you're not a man's wife. ”

Qiao Yan's hand trembled inexplicably, and the photo in her hand fell to the ground. She hurriedly crouched down to pick it up, but her hand was halfway up but was grasped. When I opened my eyes, I saw the hand that clasped my wrist, the fingers were slender and powerful, and the green tendons were faintly flowing under the skin, as beautiful as the pianist's hand. She raised her head very slowly, and was immediately locked by Yu Chihong's deep and dark eyes.

"Let it go!" She whispered sharply.

Just in time, the waiter came over with breakfast. Yu Chihong let go of his hand, and Qiao Yan quickly got up and returned to her position. Wei Chihong picked up the two photos on the ground unhurriedly and sat up straight.

Qiao Yan picked up the knife and fork and began to concentrate on dealing with the piece of toast in front of her, and when she swallowed the last bite of toast, she caught a glimpse of Yu Chihong staring at her while eating egg cow ye.

"Look at what!" She raised her eyebrows, the ends of which were slightly frowned.

"Appreciate the way you eat." Yu Chihong's eyes shone brightly.

"You...... It's just ...... It's just ......" Qiao Yan couldn't think of what to say, so she stared at him with wide eyes.

He actually said: "Don't be simple, you eat yours, I look at mine, we don't affect each other." ”

Qiao Yan put the knife and fork on the plate and put on a posture of confronting him, but he suddenly remembered something, grabbed the photo on the table, and fixed his eyes on it. Qiao Yan knew that he must have found something, so she didn't dare to disturb, so she sat next to him and watched him, and didn't care about eating anything else.

Wei Chihong stood up suddenly, took his coat and put it on. "Let's go!"

"Hey, you haven't finished eating yet, don't waste it." Qiao Yan shouted.

Yu Chihong had already ignored the matter of breakfast, and when he heard Qiao Yan's words, he paused and beckoned the waiter to come over and pack it quickly.

The car continued to drive in the fog, Yu Chihong was concentrating on driving, Qiao Yan leaned crookedly on the passenger seat, carrying a bag of unfinished breakfast in her hand, she was still thinking about the delicious ham, but she was embarrassed to eat it alone in front of Yu Chihong. After getting out of the car, she forgot to put the bag back in the car and carried it away.

The cemetery is halfway up the mountain, and the car is parked in the parking lot at the bottom of the mountain, and you have to walk up a mountain road. Wei Chihong glanced at his watch, it was already more than 9 o'clock, just now all the way, the dense fog in the urban area was gradually dissipating, but the mountainous area on the outskirts was still shrouded in a light veil-like fog. Qiao Yan looked around, the trees and rocks were faintly shrouded in a vast expanse. The mountain road was twists and turns, rugged, and the fog obstructed her vision, so Qiao Yan had a little difficulty walking.

"Give me your hand." Yu Chihong's voice came with the mist.

Qiao Yan involuntarily stretched out her hand to him, and Yu Chihong held her hand firmly and took her through the fog. The cold wind greeted them, and a thick fog with chills hit their faces from time to time. In the churning mist, the mountains and valleys surrounded by mountains were all hidden in the thick mist. Qiao Yan only felt that everything was as vague as a mirage, only Yu Chihong's hand was a real existence, so warm and powerful, giving her a solid sense of security.

The cemetery was in front of her, Qiao Yan raised her head, and saw that above the mountains in the distance, in the misty clouds, a red mist suddenly appeared, like the flash of red gems reflected upwards in the deep valley. The sun came out, and the fog began to fade and fade, and in the gradually brighter light, the white fog dots churned and drifted away one after another.

Outside the cemetery, Yu Chihong stopped beside a rock. "Dispose of the bag in your hand before you go in, I can't make it out now, wait a while."

Qiao Yan realized that she was still carrying the bag of leftover breakfast in her hand, and she didn't feel embarrassed, he probably thought she was very greedy, right? Stunned, his hand was light, and the bag had been taken away by him, and he took out a piece of toast from it, and handed her the rest of the ham.

Qiao Yan was hungry for ham on the road just now, and she was not polite, opened the bag, and took a big bite. The egg is wrapped in a ham cut into strips, and the fresh flavor is delicious even though it is cold. It's just a little greasy, and she eats a mouthful of oil. Wei Chihong handed over a napkin at the right time, Qiao Yan didn't notice it, when he was packing in the restaurant, he considered that the napkins on the table could come in handy, so he took two of them, he was really a careful man.

Qiao Yan wiped his mouth with a napkin, turned his head to look at him, the mist floated in his hair and ears, and the contours of his face were a little misty, like a man in a dream.

In an instant, the strong sunlight shone down, and Qiao Yan narrowed her eyes. The milky white mist turned into small droplets, sprinkled on her hair and face, gently, greasy, a little damp, she took a deep breath, the air was filled with the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums, she was a little drunk, and her mind was in a trance.