Opposite side.

Huo Qin walked to Zhong Yin's side and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?" ”

The corners of Zhong Yin's mouth were slightly hooked, his eyes were playful, and he shook the red wine in the glass, "I saw a frightened little white rabbit." ”

Hearing this, Huo Qin took the opportunity to look at the opposite side, and only saw a woman snuggled in a man's arms in the crowd, an extremely beautiful woman, and the blue long skirt was particularly temperamental on her body.

He quipped to his friend, "Just came back and found your target?" ”

Zhong Yin looked at Ruan Qing, drank all the red wine, raised his jawline slightly with a wordless rebelliousness, and his eyes were dark, "Sort of." ”

"But it seems that everyone has a name."

I only heard Zhong Yin say contemptuously: "So what? ”

"She's mine."

When the auction began, Ruan Qing didn't see the man in the hall again, and he was instantly deeply relieved.

When the last lot was over, Ruan Qing couldn't wait to get out of here, because the man really resembled her nightmare.

And at the same time, upstairs.

Zhong Yin looked at Ruan Qing's figure leaving in a hurry, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and the yin owl under his eyes was exactly the same as Lin Zhengxiao seven years ago, "Qingqing, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Chu Fengjie sent her home, and after he left, Ruan Qing took a taxi to the police station.

The staff stopped her and said, "Hello ma'am, is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

"I'm looking for Officer Ho." Ruan Qing was nervous.

"Okay, you come with me."

Leaving the police station, Ruan Qing walked on the road in despair, recalling the conversation just now.

"Officer He, I want to ask if all the people in the Momen case seven years ago are really all dead? Lin Zhengxiao, is he really dead? ”

"Of course they died, after they were cremated, their bones were buried in Lishan."

"But I saw a man who looked like him, especially with eyes that looked very similar."

"Ah Qing, it is inevitable that there will be people in this world who look alike, there is nothing to make a fuss about, their executions were all carried out with my own eyes, how could they escape death."

Ruan Qing muttered, "So it's really dead?" Really, isn't it? Is it really just a simple resemblance? ”

She certainly didn't believe that a dead man could come back from the dead unless he wasn't dead at all.

At night, she looked at the moon in the sky by the bedroom window, thinking about the man she saw during the day, he had tear moles, but Lin Zhengxiao did not.

Compared with Lin Zhengxiao, he is actually not like anything else except those eyes, he is much better looking than Lin Zhengxiao.

But the eyes are exactly the same, and only these eyes can produce an abyss-like gaze.

The more Ruan Qing thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and he wanted to close the curtains and go back to sleep, but he saw an expensive Maybach at the mouth of the alley, but this is a poor area.

She could vaguely see the man sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette in the dark, the cigarette light flickering slightly, and the slender, bony hand resting out the window, the side face of which was so similar to the man she had seen at the auction during the day.

Ruan Qing suddenly felt a chill behind him.

At this time, on the car.

A disfigured man in the cab saw the woman upstairs aware of their presence and asked his master, "Boss, she's here." ”

Zhong Yin just lit a little cigarette ash, his eyes were indifferent, "Has the new monitor been pressed?" ”

"I pressed it during the day."

"Let's go."

Upstairs, Ruan Qing watched as the Maybach drove out of the alley and headed in an unknown direction.

After this incident, Ruan Qing lay in bed and suffered insomnia.

She woke up early the next day, thinking that she would come out to Yutan for a get-together this weekend, but she said that she was too busy with work to leave, so Ruan Qing had to stay at home with Ruan's mother, and she didn't leave home until sunset and went to school.

Because her home is close to the school, Ruan Qing often goes home to accompany Ruan's mother on weekends, and she is the only one left in the family, barely making ends meet by opening a small supermarket on weekdays.

The summer always comes early, and it starts to get hot in May, and the oncoming wind is hot.

Ruan Qing is currently in her third year, majoring in oil painting, and there was no class on Monday afternoon, but her tutor Luo Jiang suddenly sent her a message asking her to come to the teacher's office, saying that she was going to introduce her to a senior.