Just after leaving the old man's home, Zhang Xianxian suddenly received a call from Manager Tian, saying that two big customers came to the company and they were anxious to rush to customize the shroud and urn, and they also named her to do it. This news made her happy and anxious. What made her happy was that she, who had always been unknown and had no sense of existence, had finally been recognized by her customers.
This time, Manager Tian, who has extensive sales experience, praised her as the company's gold medal designer. He also said that in the future, more and more customers would ask her to draw patterns, and everyone would get more and more money. Once he had money, he didn't have to worry about his mother's care and treatment, and he didn't have to worry about the mortgage at home. Zhang Xianxian suddenly felt that the burden on his body seemed to be lighter.
The urgent thing is that she knows that the busyness of a migrant worker means that she has no time to drink water. She knows very well that she will not be able to take a vacation immediately, let alone spend a lot of time tracking down the secrets of Xie Qiu and her father. Even the black leather diary that the old man gave her may not have time to read carefully. Thinking of this, she could only sigh deeply and said again sincerely: "It's so hard to live!"
After all, for her who is very short of money, working non-stop is the way to go. Fortunately, the customer's customization requirements this time were not special, and the pattern to be painted was not complicated. Zhang Xianxian, who was already very skilled in craftsmanship, only had to work for more than four hours to finish it.
She was finally able to drag her tired body back to her home outside the Fifth Ring Road because she needed to pick up a change of clothes for herself and her mother. While on the road, Zhang Xianxian kept thinking about what she saw and heard at the old man's house. What she learned about the cause of Zhu Rui's death and some past events from the old man's mouth gave her a sense of clarity. It seems that many things that were previously unexplainable suddenly make sense.
So, when Zhang Xianxian returned home, he immediately found a few pieces of paper and a pen and listed all the bits and pieces of information he had learned from the old man. She imitated the detectives in movies and TV shows, organizing information with lines and word cards, trying to find some clues.
In fact, she was extremely exhausted at this time, both physically and mentally.
However, Zhang Xianxian did not dare to rest. She knew very well that there was no one behind her, who was as ordinary as dust. If she wanted to know the truth, she could only grit her teeth and persist. However, she would never give up. The reason why she was so concerned about Zhu Rui and Zhu Xiang's affairs was because she felt that the big red wooden coffin and the big red urn were both strange.
Why did Zhu Rui, who was obviously crazy, send a big red wooden coffin and photo negatives to so many people? Moreover, the timing of Zhu Rui, Zhu Xiang and Xie Qiu's accidents was too coincidental. It was as if they had opened a mysterious Pandora's box of curses, which led to the death of three people one after another.
Zhang Xianxian repeatedly looked at the small cards and notes he had sorted out, but still found nothing. What is the truth?
On the surface, no matter whether it was Zhu Rui's bizarre disappearance or her many love affairs, there was no clue that could be linked to Xie Qiu's death. Wang Li, the man who has been pursuing her for a long time, seems to have no reason, because she went to kill his teacher Xie Qiu, and Zhang Xianxian couldn't figure it out.
There must be something going on that she didn't notice or was negligent about. Where should she start? The old man has talked endlessly about Zhu Rui and Zhu Xiang. If even the old man doesn't know about it, who else will know? Zhang Xianxian felt that his extremely tired brain had returned to the starting point.
What she learned about the Zhu sisters did not melt the iceberg of doubts. Perhaps it only melted a corner of Wang Li, but it was only a corner. Zhang Xianxian anxiously held her head in her hands and kept rubbing her hair with her hands. She needed to breathe, take a deep breath!
She opened the window, and the cool late night breeze blew in her face, and she suddenly felt much more energetic.
"Dumb~dumb~dumb", suddenly there were several more hoarse calls outside the window, and two black birds hovered in front of me like ghosts in the night. Sure enough, they were still the two damn crows. Zhang Xianxian was startled, and quickly closed the window, staring at them with cold eyes through the glass.
Two crows crowed outside the window a few more times, resembling the legendary black and white impermanence that came to seduce souls, insisting on reminding Zhang Xianxian that her bad luck was not over yet.
"Get out! Get away! Get out!!!" Zhang Xianxian suddenly opened the window like crazy, picked up a fly swatter at hand, and waved it at the crows with all his strength.
Now that she has been fired, her boyfriend is dead, her father is dead, and her mother has become neurotic and is hospitalized because of two million dollars, what kind of bad luck can continue to befall her?
Facing Zhang Xianxian's hysteria, the two crows circling outside the window seemed to be mocking her, showing no intention of leaving. Instead, she once again let out a cry of "dumb~dumb~dumb". They were mocking her powerlessness against fate in a visible way, especially those two pupils that were glowing with dark yellow, just like those in the stage when they were teasing people. The camera recorded her anger, helplessness and paleness.
"Go away!!!" For the last time, Zhang Xianxian picked up the pebbles in the flowerpot and threw them viciously at the crow.
This time, she couldn't care about the consequences of throwing objects from high altitude, nor could she remember the need to be kind to animals. She just wanted to drive away these two plague gods at all costs. Sure enough, Zhang Xianxian, who was stunned and scared for his life, succeeded in driving away two crows.
She smiled bitterly and closed the window, thinking how crazy she would be if she could read the information recorded in the crow's eyes. They really turned her into a shrew. These two crows deserved to be captured and made into specimens, and then displayed in the exhibition hall for people to visit.
It would be best to write an article to illustrate the bad luck caused by two crows. Example, this word instantly stunned Zhang Xianxian. How could she forget something very important? That black leather diary that the old man gave to me!
At that time, after answering the phone, Zhang Xianxian took it directly to the company, put the laptop bag in his closet, and then started working overtime. Then, I fucked my CPU until it was smoking, and hurriedly carried a big backpack back home. Now I suddenly remembered that it must have been left in the bag in the closet.
She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already ten o'clock at night. As Manager Tian whose cell phone was turned off 24 hours a day, he should still be awake in the office. Thinking of this, Zhang Xianxian quickly picked up her phone. She wanted Manager Tian to help check whether the diary was safe.
"Well, well, well, everything is well. It doesn't matter what time it is to talk about work, it's true!" Manager Tian complained for the first time.
Zhang Xianxian heard that he was in a bad mood. This was the first time she had known Manager Tian for so long that she felt that he was really angry. So, I continued to ask cautiously: "I'm sorry, boss, are you really angry? Sorry, sorry, I forgot the time!"
"Forget it, it has nothing to do with you. Alas, I'll wait until you come back. I'd better not talk about it anymore. Are you in a hurry to get the diary?" Manager Tian, who has always been straightforward, spoke hesitantly for the first time, as if there was something wrong. Hidden from Zhang Xianxian.
