When Shi Zuo woke me up, my brain was still blank.

"Wake up, you're leaving."

"Sleep a little longer."

"It's too late."

"What are you doing...... I looked at my phone, it was only 8 o'clock in the morning. It's Saturday, and last night I was almost all-nighter, and I'm sleepy:

"My house is quite far away, you let me sleep for a while."

I leaned on the keyboard again, and then I heard Shi Zuocai's cold voice:

"Let's go see Hao Shuqing."

I scrambled up from my chair:

"What did you say?"

"The blog log has been updated."

Hearing this, I followed Shi Zuocai's line of sight to the computer in front of him, and it was a log that was updated at about two o'clock in the morning last night.

【11/15】

[I met Mr. He today. The rain was heavy, and there was a lot of mist around the Canton Tower, and I couldn't see anything clearly. 】

When I first saw this diary, I was a little confused, but when I substituted the narrator of the diary, I immediately understood the meaning of this sentence.

Hao Shuqing is dead.

Mr. Ho is still alive.

There is only one place in the world where the living and the dead can meet.

"So, He Yu went to the cemetery last night?"

Shi Zuocai nodded:

"Zhongshan Cemetery."

"How do you know? I remember that there seemed to be several cemeteries in Guangzhou......"

"Eleven, to be specific." Shi Zuocai said calmly:

"The end of the evening self-study was half past nine, and the diary was published at two twenty-eight o'clock, which should have been published after he had returned home from the cemetery. This is only five hours, and there are only three cemeteries within a five-hour round trip from the vicinity of Hina Guang, and only two can see the Canton Tower: Zhongshan and Admiralty. ”

"Then maybe he went to Admiralty?"

"It rained heavily last night, the visibility was very low, and Admiralty was far away from the Canton Tower, so it should be invisible."

I was speechless for a while:

"How do you know everything?"

Shi Zuocai said the word "Baidu" expressionlessly, and began to pack up his things.

He walked towards the door, and I hurried after him.

"Is there any point in going to the cemetery to find Hao Shuqing now? He Yu isn't there anymore, is he? ”

"Since I don't want to confront He Yu face to face, I have to use other methods to collect clues. At least we might be able to know what Hao Shuqing looks like. ”

I was persuaded by him – to be honest, I wasn't convinced by him, I just had a gossip heart burning.

Sitting in the taxi to the Sun Yat-sen Cemetery, my sleepiness gradually subsided, and I slowly combed through last night's harvest.

We already know what kind of woman Hao Shuqing is.

She likes Leslie Cheung, and her favorite is his song "Dreaming of the Inland River". She is nearly thirty years old and still maintains an enviable girlish feeling. She suffers from type 1 diabetes, and He Yu is the biggest sustenance in her life. She is extremely sensitive to the colors of this world, but she is deeply in love with a man who has no color in his eyes.

As long as I close my eyes, it is as if I can see her. She sat at her workbench as if she were like that, sketching the world in her eyes with a computer tablet, and began to miss her lover in her spare time.

Maybe she didn't know what He Yu really thought until she died.

Maybe the last moments of her life were spent lying in He Yu's arms, she may regret the loss of her life, or she may feel happy because her loved one is still in front of her. But if Shi Zuocai's speculation is true - it all seems too cruel.

I couldn't help but ask:

"Shi Zuocai, do you think...... Would He Yu really do that to her? ”

"Who knows?"

Shi Zuocai turned his head slowly, his head resting on his hands, and looked at me lazily, with a little inexplicable smile on his face - he was actually laughing!

I know he's starting to "nerve knife" again.

"The more self-denying and repressed people are in life, the easier it is to show an anti-SH personality...... On the contrary, those clowns who look crazy and crazy are actually not to be feared. ”

I didn't speak, and I was already acquiescing in my heart. Recalling the social news that has happened in the past few years, those criminals who broke into kindergartens with knives and injured innocent children were just unknown factory workers before committing the crime, and if human pressure cannot find an outlet for catharsis, sooner or later it will break down like a short-circuited machine.

After a while, I recalled Shi Zuocai's words, and slowly twitched the corners of my mouth:

"Speaking of which, why do I think you're talking about yourself?"

"Perhaps." He said with a smile.

After entering the cemetery, Shi Zuocai walked directly into the registration room, claiming that he had come to worship distant relatives, and reported Hao Shuqing's name. Without a trace of suspicion, the staff directly took out the roster, and after rummaging for a while, pointed out the location of Hao Shuqing's tombstone.

Although Zuo Cai had already guessed the death of Hao Shuqing as early as last night, when the name really appeared on the list, my brain couldn't help but feel in a trance.

It's all true.

"Register your name before you go."

The staff handed out the visit list, and I was hesitating when Shi Zuocai had already taken it, signed it with joy, and handed it to me.

When I looked closely, the scribbled handwriting seemed to be "Lan Silin", which was clearly a nonsense pseudonym.

I thought about it for a moment and signed "Takeshi Kaneshiro" in even more scribbled handwriting underneath.

It rained heavily last night in Guangzhou, and the path leading to the cemetery was muddy. On the left and right sides of my field of vision are a variety of tombstones, the names on which they were once alive and the last traces they left in this world.

The sky was still gray, and I followed Shi Zuocai, my steps were a little slower, and I was inexplicably in awe in my heart.

It's more of apprehension.

We have known Miss Hao Shuqing for a long time, and now we are about to meet her.

I never thought I'd actually meet her, let alone in this form.

Unfortunately, I don't need to brew a pleasantry.

With a lot of indescribable emotions, I continued to walk forward.

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The process of finding the tombstone was much easier than I thought.

November is not a special holiday, and the only people in the huge cemetery are me and Shi Zuo.

So, we easily saw the black umbrella among the rows of tombstones.

- It rained in Guangzhou last night.

The umbrella was still carrying wet droplets. It leaned quietly on Hao Shuqing's tombstone, like a lover's silent and broad arms.

The tombstone was not wet. It was deliberately left behind.

Shi Zuocai and I glanced at each other, and coincidentally squatted down in front of the monument and looked carefully.

Disappointingly, there isn't much information worth noting on the tombstone. There is no record of Hao Shuqing's life, only her name, date of birth and death.

"Looks like we're here for nothing this time."

I stood up and stretched my muscles a little. I found a rock and rubbed the mud off the toe of my shoe.

"Huh?"

Shi Zuocai's voice came from behind me, and I turned my head to see him crouching where I had just squatted, intently studying my footprints.

"What are you doing?"

The soil of the cemetery is very soft, and it is easy to leave footprints on it after being beaten by rain. I could even see a string of footprints that didn't belong to the two of us, obviously belonging to Ho Yu.

The footprints coincided with where I was squatting, indicating that he had also squatted down in front of the tombstone.

Shi Zuocai stretched out his hand, pulled on the soil in front of the monument for a while, and found a thumb-sized stone.

After carefully wiping it clean, my eyes slowly widened.

"What's going on?"

What was on Shi Zuocai's hand turned out to be a ring.

A small diamond is set on it, shimmering faintly in the sunlight after the rain.

"It should have been buried last night, and it was the engagement ring He Yu wore before."

I looked closer, and a lot of doubts arose in my heart.

"Why did he leave the ring here?"

"Maybe he's already thought about it, or maybe he's made some decision, anyway, since he buried this kind of thing that has been kept, it means that he doesn't need it anymore."

Shi Zuocai put the ring back in front of the tombstone and scratched his hair lazily:

"People always have to look forward. The 'broken love' that lasted for 500 days should always come to an end. ”

I pursed my lips and was about to speak, when I heard the faint sound of footsteps behind me. We were both stunned, and when we turned our heads, we saw the most unexpected and natural person.

What a encounter.

I was going to let go of my legs, but I was dragged by Shi Zuocai: "If you run, the monk can't run to the temple." ”

He Yu gradually approached, and when he saw the two of us, He Yu's expression was also very surprised.

I lowered my head, like a defeated rooster, but I was still squatting on the ground and looking up at him.

"What are you two doing here?"

It's really not easy to explain. Anyway, I can't directly explain that the two of us came here because we suspected that there were clues in Hao Shuqing's diary and thought he was a murderer.

As a result, before I could think of the wording, Shi Zuo had already spoken:

"How did she die?"

My heart was beating wildly for a moment, and I pounced on Shi Zuocai to hold Shi Zuocai's mouth, but was pulled by Shi Zuocai.

The expression on He Yu's face was cloudy and uncertain, and gradually solidified.