When a person is alive, his skin is rosy, but when he is dead, he becomes pale. The blood stops flowing in the body and everything stops.
There were many wounds on An Shuang's body, so many that they could drain her blood.
She had lost so much blood, and Ye Xuyang thought it must be very painful, but why, she had a smile on her face, and she had the same look until her death. He really didn't understand.
There were many things that he didn't understand. For example, An Shuang's parents turned out to be her adoptive parents. It turned out that she was an orphan when she was a child.
He waited outside with her parents while they dissected her.
When he hung up the phone, he felt as if he was a world away for a moment.
How could An Shuang die? They had obviously quarreled and bickered not long ago, and she said that he had had enough of the love he said, but he really didn't know what to say at that time.
She said he was hypocritical. If he didn't like her body, how could he express love so easily.
He admitted that he liked her appearance and body, but for a man, aren't these two things that make his heart flutter in the first place? If he didn't even take a fancy to her face, then he wouldn't even have the patience to understand her character.
An Shuang has always been under his hand. When he saw this girl for the first time, he felt that she was as white as a piece of paper. Her exposed arms and neck were so white, and the side of her face was so white that you could even see the slight veins.
At the first department dinner, she had just come out to work, and the boss teased her and asked her to toast one by one. She didn't like it. It was obvious at that time, and he intervened to save her.
After drinking some alcoholic drinks, it started to stain his face. It looked better with a little blush. He admitted that he was seduced by her beauty and went to the company early just to see her. He, a person who is not doing his job, actually no longer Want to move home.
Anyway, fishing is not fishing. There are senior brothers at the top and An Shuang at the bottom. Life is not bad.
The autopsy report said something about stabbing with a sharp object, more than ten wounds... He read those words dozens of times, and all the words were sorted in front of his eyes. He clearly saw it clearly, but in an instant he I began to doubt my language ability, as if I couldn't understand these words.
His white rose with thorns was crushed like this.
When he stretched out his hand to touch it, his hand had been stabbed countless times. How could such a sharp person be so unprepared? He didn't understand, he couldn't figure it out.
The forensic doctor said that her fingers were not injured. Logically speaking, as long as she defended herself, her fingers would have wounds every time she blocked it.
However, there is nowhere to be found.
Who could let her die? There were no sleeping pills or other drugs in her body, which proved that she was fully conscious when she was killed, and she could feel all the pain.
Why was she not afraid of death at all and was still laughing before she died?
He couldn't sleep all night long thinking about it.
The police found that the place where An Shuang died was a suburban villa owned by the He family.
An Shuang reported work to Zhong Xingfeng alone many times, reporting work contents that even he, Ye Xuyang, did not know.
He felt that he was already deep in a fog.
Standing on the rooftop of the company, I smoked out a cigarette. This brand was An Shuang's favorite, and it was not very exciting.
When Zhong Xing sealed it, he had already put out the cigarette butt, pressed it on the railing, and threw it aside.
"Why don't I give you two days off? You're not in good condition." Zhong Xingfeng sat aside, trying to persuade him.
He didn't call him up just to talk about this, "You know, but you're avoiding me, aren't you?"
Of course Zhong Xingfeng denied it, "I'm just a little busy."
"You know what I want to ask you, why did An Shuang die? Did you kill her?"
A lie that is both true and false is most like the truth, and it is also best to say, "How could I kill her? Am I some kind of perverted murderer?"
Ye Xuyang sneered a few times, "Before this, I believed what you said, but now that An Shuang is dead, do you think I still believe you?"
Zhong Xingfeng leaned back on the chair and looked at the sky, "The light of the living cannot shine on the dead. Since she is already dead, why do you need to remember a dead person again."
Ye Xuyang was really angry at him for the first time. When he was in college, he had no living expenses. Ye Xuyang sold him a watch and treated him to meals for a month. He could remember his good deeds for a lifetime, but that didn't mean he could control him. Everything, he must do according to all his words.
"You have no right to point fingers at the person I like."
"At least you should like a living person, then there will be some hope." Zhong Xingfeng said.
Ye Xuyang stared blankly at the person in front of him. He suddenly didn't dare to recognize him. Was Zhong Xingfeng such a ruthless person to begin with?
"If you say one more thing, I won't be polite to you."
Zhong Xingfeng laughed, "What can you do to me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Xuyang punched him in the face, causing the person and the chair to overturn. Unable to relieve his anger, he grabbed his neck and continued to hit him, "You can't say that to her, no!"
Zhong Xingfeng pushed him away, "I'll give you one punch, right?"
"Not enough! Tell me why An Shuang died!"
"You ask me? Is it because you think I killed her?"
"You have too many plans. Can you tell which step will challenge the bottom line of law and morality?"
Zhong Xingfeng also punched him to shut up, "You are the person I trust most in this world. If even you betray me, I-"
"What, kill me too?" Ye Xuyang glared at him.
"No matter what you think, I didn't kill An Shuang. My hands are clean."
Ye Xuyang felt relieved when he heard him say this. If he really admitted that he was the murderer, he didn't know what to do.
But at this point, Ye Xuyang's face was already full of tears. He had never cried again after he was twenty years old, but this time he couldn't stop crying at all.
"Can you tell me, why did An Shuang die?" He insisted on asking clearly, "Even if you didn't kill An Shuang, did you really not know that An Shuang died in your house? Was it Mr. He or Mr. Luo who did the killing? Got her?"
"I tell you, what can you do?"
"Whoever killed her, I will kill, tooth for tooth."
Zhong Xingfeng gritted his back teeth and said, "You are really a real idiot. An Shuang has never loved you. Every sentence you say I love you is a joke in her eyes."
"So what, I don't care about being a joke."
People who fall in love are hopeless. Zhong Xingfeng rubbed the spot on his face where he had punched him. "A man can do this well for you. Who do you like? Do you like her?"
Ye Xuyang stood up, his eyes darkened after being beaten by him, and he slowly leaned against the wall.
After a while, he started crying again.
He was upset by Ye Xuyang's crying, "That's enough, you are obsessed with it. She has been dead for so long, even the sadness has been diluted a lot, right?"
Ye Xuyang's eyes were almost cannibalistic, "If I find out that you have anything to do with her death, I will tell you to never laugh again."
Zhong Xingfeng handed over the tissue, "Wipe it off for a while before going downstairs. Remember not to let anyone see that you cried."
