Ren Zixian felt dizzy due to low blood sugar, so he simply took two bites of the takeaway he ordered for lunch. Heating the cold rice with the temperature of his mouth tasted a hint of sweetness.
She was sitting in front of the computer, and outside the window was the pattering rain, sliding down the glass.
Xu Xuanming's house is located deep in the community, and no one usually passes by it, and now no one cares about it on this cold winter rainy day.
Ren Zixian's hands and feet were cold, so she sat on the sofa and looked outside. Because it was close to the university, the residential buildings near the university were always full of life. It was rare that it was so quiet that she could only hear her own breathing.
It has been a day since she moved out of Lin Qingsong's apartment. She has not slept in the bed and has been sitting in front of the computer.
The information the man gave her before was top secret. Ren Zixian could not find any information about the so-called 'Changlingdui Tombs Group' through any channels.
If we rule out that the man deceived her, it can only mean that this project is an official secret, a tomb group that no one in the outside world even knows about.
Ren Zixian looked at the information drowsily, her brain running rapidly consumed her physical strength. When she was tired, she would fall asleep in front of the computer, and when she woke up, she would take a bite of cold food.
He had countless sweet dreams and nightmares in his sleep, and Ren Zixian didn't even know whether he was asleep or not.
Sometimes she felt that she had slept for a long time but only a few minutes had passed since she woke up. She could not remember those dreams. It was as if Ren Zixian had been pulled out of her body. She could not sense the outside world and could only focus on those cold written materials.
Ren Zixian lowered his eyes tiredly, digesting the information, trying to extract useful information from the complicated words.
She could feel her skin numb, and even her hair was trembling.
Ren Zixian knew that something was wrong with her state, and she couldn't stop the excitement in her mind.
Perhaps the puzzle that has been held for many years has finally been loosened, and Ren Zixian doesn't want to miss it in vain.
The information on the computer was still scrolling, and Ren Zixian could not count how many times he had to recover from random thoughts.
She took the phone and Xu Xuanming approved her leave. The reason was illness. Others in the paint coffin project team expressed some concern.
Ren Zixian scrolled down and clicked out the red exclamation mark. Several classmates came over from the confession wall to add her as friends.
There are also some insignificant announcements about literary competitions.
Ren Zixian clicked on the contact. Lin Qingsong's profile picture did not flash. He had not sent any messages since he told her not to make trouble last time.
Logan should have handed him the bank card, and Lin Qingsong should be furious.
Ren Zixian curled her lips, and clicked into Lin Qingsong's circle of friends. There were no photos in it, and it was very clean.
She found nothing and had to quit.
Professor Yu Xinyi left a message in her email: [I saw the list of literary competitions, waiting for you to come to Fengjing. 】
Ren Zixian did not reply to the teacher, but turned off the message screen, cheered up and took a few bites of cold food.
Xiao Gui jumped up on the low stool next to him and looked at Ren Zixian eagerly.
Ren Zixian took out two pieces of meat, washed them with cold water and fed them to it, then subconsciously turned on his phone to check for new messages.
She didn't know what she was looking for, or maybe she wasn't looking for anything.
She took a deep breath, stood up and changed her clothes. She suddenly wanted to see her grandma.
Maybe you can talk to grandma about Lin Xuedi and imagine the future they should have had.
Ren Zixian wrapped herself in a coat and got on the subway without even carrying her bag.
It was a working day and it was the rush hour, so the subway was overcrowded.
Ren Zixian sat on the bench of the subway, watching the crowds of people pouring out of the station, and another group of people filled the entire carriage.
Yanshi has always been so lively and there is never a shortage of people.
Everyone was in a hurry and no one cared about Ren Zixian sitting in the corner.
Ren Zixian, who originally moved from Fengjing to Yanshi, was still a little acclimated, but now he has stayed in this indifferent big city for two years.
Ever since her grandma entered the nursing home, it has been difficult for Ren Zixian to regain a sense of belonging. She has never regarded any house as 'home' again.
Ren Zixian suddenly remembered the old house in Fengjing, the old house with a garden that was sold.
Because I was eager to sell at that time, I could only sell it at 70% of the market price.
Ren Zixian pressed her phone again, but no one else sent her a message.
After nine o'clock, there were fewer people on the subway, and Ren Zixian found a seat to sit down.
The lights moved back quickly. Because of the rain, there were dirty footprints all over the subway, extending all the way to the subway entrance.
Grandma's nursing home is only two hundred meters away from the subway.
In a market where land is at a premium, charging for such a nursing home is a minor issue. What's even more difficult is that not everyone can make an appointment.
Ren Zixian thought about it, if it weren't for Lin Qingsong, she wouldn't be able to let her grandma stay in a nursing home of this size.
Thin raindrops were still falling to the ground. Ren Zixian stood at the subway entrance and looked at the rain curtain. She owed Lin Qingsong a lot of favors.
Ren Zixian held an umbrella and walked to the nursing home according to her memory. Pedestrians passing by her in a hurry.
"Hello, what do you want?" The security guard of the nursing home stopped Ren Zixian, "Want to visit? Today is not an open day. Have you applied?"
Ren Zixian raised his eyes and looked at the copper door plate at the entrance of the nursing home, which read the opening day for public visitation.
Today is not an open day. The security staff is very good-tempered and invites Ren Zixian indoors: "Today is not an open day. If you want to go in to visit clients, you can only apply in advance or call the staff in charge of your family. "
Ren Zixian looked at the list of personnel brought over by the security guard, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called the teacher in charge of grandma's daily life: "Hello, I am Ren Zixian."
The teacher in charge of grandma's life was named Li. She was a young woman in her early thirties. When she heard that Ren Zixian was coming on a rainy day, she hurried to the door with an umbrella to welcome her in.
"Miss Ren, are you here to see grandma?" Teacher Li quickly wiped the rain off Ren Zixian's body, "You don't look good."
Ren Zixian didn't speak, just nodded: "Excuse me, teacher, where is my grandma?"
Ren Zixian uses the best facilities for her grandma, and the money spent on it every year is hundreds of thousands, so the staff dare not fail to do their best.
Because of the rain, all outdoor activities at the nursing home were not carried out.
A group of old men and women without children around their knees stayed in the activity room to have fun. Special groups of people like Ren Zixian's grandma were led by a dedicated staff member to do some games or crafts one-on-one.
As soon as Ren Zixian entered the room, the oncoming warmth melted the coldness on her body into rain and covered her body.
At a glance, she saw her grandma staying in the corner, painting ceramics.
Ren Zixian handed the umbrella in his hand to Teacher Li and walked towards grandma.
Grandma was sitting by the window, or maybe her eyesight was not very good, looking at the ceramics in her hands against the light, and painting the patterns on the pottery figurines one stroke at a time.
She was a ceramic artist when she was young and made countless ceramic works, many of which were exhibited in art galleries.
But now the hand holding the pen is shaking.
Ren Zixian suddenly returned to the old courtyard in Fengjing. Her grandma was sitting in the courtyard like this, making dolls for Ren Zixian, while her mother was dancing not far away.
"Grandma..." Ren Zixian walked slowly to her side.
Grandma raised her head and glanced at Ren Zixian, just once, then lowered her eyes and continued to do her own thing.
Ren Zixian sat next to grandma, neither of them spoke.
Teacher Li brought a cup of ginger tea and two plates of desserts from the kitchen and placed them in Ren Zixian's hands.
"Grandma was in a good mood today and took the initiative to make ceramics," Teacher Li said with a smile, "as if she knew you were coming."
Ren Zixian watched his grandma outline the lace strokes one by one. Even though she was confused, the feeling in her hands had not deteriorated after decades of doing ceramic art.
Teacher Li left space for the two of them.
The continuous sound of rain outside the window is annoying, but the house is full of warmth, and Ren Zixiao is rarely quiet.
Ren Zixian said softly: "The information that person gave me concealed the most critical information, and only retained the basic geological survey report and tomb exploration details. I have no way to find out Lin Xuedi from such complicated information. ...The tomb where he had an accident.”
Ren Zixian said to himself: "The tomb complex spans 67 square kilometers and is divided into six areas. The longest one spans the north and south river banks. They removed all valuable information and only gave me an empty shell. . I don’t have any favorable information, and I don’t have any chips in this transaction.”
Grandma seemed not to have heard, still sitting there doing her own business.
Ren Zixian's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice and snow. He stared blankly at the square biscuits in front of him. He lowered his head and sighed: "They removed all the intact planks on the ship of Theseus and asked me to find the ship." Ship, find the storm that damaged the ship.”
The rounded arcs in grandma's hands fell on the pottery figurine one stroke at a time, and a few strokes outlined a small flower, which was the shape she first taught Ren Zixian to draw.
If there is really a mastermind behind Lin Xuedi's death, then at least Li Shangshang's death means that the murderer has become anxious.
Four whole years.
Ren Zixian has been fighting against the case that has been concluded. She does not believe in the outcome or the truth.
Only believe what you want to believe, and then test it over and over again to find mistakes.
But now the man who had never shown his true potential took the first step out of the darkness.
She wanted to find the storm, the storm that could destroy Theseus' ship.
Ren Zixian's eyes were in a daze, as if she had found a tearing light in the deep sea.
Following this light may be the storm that crisscrossed the sea and destroyed countless ships in the sea...
"...Miss Ren..." the voice came from far away.
Ren Zixian suddenly came back to consciousness from the nightmare, cold sweat broke out from her back, and her pupils were full of excitement and trembling.
