He Cheng found a bottle of safflower oil from somewhere, and sat cross-legged on the carpet where the two cats often nest, that is, Chu Xingyun's feet. He skillfully poured out some oil in his palms, first rubbed it in the palms, then pulled his left foot into his arms, and gently pressed and rubbed it.

Chu Xingyun was surprised and swallowed the bread in his mouth for a long time. He smiled and said, "Yes, young master, who did you learn this trick?"

He Cheng lowered his head and focused on massage his ankles, and said lightly: "Instructions."

Chu Xingyun pursed the corners of his lips and looked at his thoughtful face. He tore off a piece of bread and handed it to his lips like feeding a cat, saying, "Tell me."

He Cheng opened his mouth and bitten: "What do you say?"

Chu Xingyun wiped off a drop of jam that was dipped on the corner of his lips with his thumb, and smiled and said, "I know you want to talk to me about what happened last night. What do you want to ask? Tell me."

He Cheng lowered his eyes, and his slender fingers wandered back and forth on his grease-filled ankle. His technique was no longer like massage, but like a painter who was painting carefully and focused on his brush.

He Cheng's voice was low: "Actually, there is no need to ask, I know who wants to attack you."

"You mean Director Qin?"

"You want to re-examine the kidnapping case thirteen years ago. If he wants to stop you, what can he do?"

Chu Xingyun smiled: "I don't think it's Director Qin."

He Cheng looked up at him with a doubtful look: "Isn't it him?"

Chu Xingyun said: "I have been investigating that case very secretly. So far, only two people know about it, and I absolutely trust these two people."

He Cheng was instinctively suspicious of the two people in his mouth, but seeing the trust and confidence in his eyes, he swallowed the words back to his mouth, lowered his eyes and continued to massage his ankle, his tone became much more depressed in an instant: "Do you know what I felt when I heard the sound of a car accident last night?"

Chu Xingyun left the sofa, sat down opposite him, looked at his face and said with a smile: "It's conceivable."

He Cheng suddenly raised his eyes and pointed them at his eyes, gritting his teeth and saying word by word: "I finally waited for you. You are mine, your people and your lives are mine. I will never allow anyone to take you away from me, and I will never allow you to lose you in any way."

Chu Xingyun's heart heated up, and his eyes suddenly became soft and soft. He raised his hand and touched his face, saying, "Well, yours are all yours."

He Cheng looked at him deeply for a moment, and suddenly raised his right hand covered with safflower oil and pressed on the back of his neck, holding his lips as if he was biting.

Chu Xingyun was hit by him, and his hands subconsciously supported the floor, and his upper body continued to rise back as he approached.

He Cheng hurriedly held his lips and rolled his tongue, forcing him to adjust his breathing to match his own rhythm, and sucked the sweet smell of the jam in his mouth like an evil ghost.

Chu Xingyun was pushed into the deepest part several times by his tongue. The root of his tongue felt a pain and a numbness. In order to defend the position and prevent the city from being destroyed, he fought against his lips and tongue, sometimes pushing and sometimes tangling. This little trick summarized through actual combat caused a lot of desire to torture both sides.

Chu Xingyun was unconsciously overwhelmed by him on the carpet, put his hands on his shoulders, and his fingers were penetrated back and forth at the back of his neck and hair | Insert—

"Someone is here."

Chu Xingyun was sweating on his forehead, and he supported the floor with his hands and raised his upper body to look at him and said.

He Cheng: "...no."

Chu Xingyun listened carefully to the movement outside the door, then sighed, held his forehead and said dizzyly, "Yes."

It seemed as if to verify that what he said was not false, the doorbell was ringed as soon as he finished speaking.

He Cheng stood up from him with a pale face, turned around and punched the air hard, and then entered the bathroom.

"Here you come."

Chu Xingyun stood up with his feet, tidied up his clothes, and walked over and opened the door slowly.

Fu Yi stood at the door and raised the file bag in his hand: "I have clues."

The clue he mentioned was a few paintings he brought back from the hospital, if those simple drawings could also become paintings.

Chu Xingyun poured two glasses of water and brought it to the living room, then sat down beside him, looking at the several drawings he neatly arranged: "What clue?"

Fu Yi pointed him at the figure composed of three English letters in the upper right corner of two of the drawings, and said, "Look here."

Chu Xingyun pinched his chin and looked at it seriously, and said, "I found out, what kind of sign should be, but Gao Yuannan did not retrieve it."

Fu Yi tapped his fingers on the paper twice and said seriously: "This is the logo of the Shu Palace."

Chu Xingyun frowned: "Shu Palace?"

Fu Yi briefly described his experience of "accidentally meeting" Lu Xia at the Shu Palace last night, and then said with a focus: "I think these two pictures with the logo of Shu Palace should be the memories left by Lu Xia in the hotel."

Chu Xingyun carefully examined these two paintings again and found that the simple outlined pictures on it had nothing to do with the Shu Palace. One piece of paper was painted with a maze-like ring figure, and one picture was painted with a Statue of Liberty. The only similar thing about the two pictures was that the Shu Palace was painted with the upper right corner. There was no logo on the Shu Palace in the other two pictures, one pictured with the outline of a long-haired woman, and the other pictured with a cartoon-like long-eared rabbit. No reference is found yet.

Fu Yi's speculation is not without reason, because some of the four pictures have logos and some have no logos, which means that Lu Xia also has a certain ability to distinguish memory and combine and separate memory images.

Whether Fu Yi’s speculation is true or false, they all need to verify it.

Since these two memories may exist in the Shu Palace, then go back to the crime scene.

Chu Xingyun put a few pictures away and put them in a file bag, stood up and said, "Go."

After washing his face, He Cheng came out of the bathroom and happened to see Chu Xingyun standing up from the sofa, looking anxious to go out.

“Where to go?”

He Cheng put his hands in his pants pockets and looked at him and asked.

With a new direction, Chu Xingyun instantly had clear ears and eyes, and his eyes were refreshed, his feet no longer hurt, and his anger was no longer dry. He walked steadily to the floor-to-ceiling window and picked up his cell phone: "Go out, are you here?"

While he was talking, he had already walked to the entrance to change his shoes. He Cheng chased and stood behind him. He was surprised to be silent for a while and said, "No."

Chu Xingyun put on his shoes, looked back at him in surprise, and confirmed repeatedly, "I really won't come?"

"Well, be careful."

Chu Xingyun thought he had figured it out and became sensible, so he smiled with relief and said, "Then I'll leave, call if you have something to do."

He Cheng nodded: "Okay."

After leaving the Jiuli Jinting, Chu Xingyun sat in Fu Yi's car and headed straight for Shu Palace.

In the car, he couldn't help but think of his new car, so he wanted to call Xiao Shu to ask if the car could be repaired, but after changing the new phone, he didn't have Xiao Shu's number, so he had to give up.

Seeing him bared his teeth and frowned, he looked like he was having an angina pectoris, and thought he was worried about He Cheng, so he comforted him and said, "He Cheng is not a child, you don't have to worry about him so much."

"I'm not worried about him now."

Chu Xingyun said with a frown: "I'm worried about the car he gave me."

Fu Yi:......

His new car is about one million, so he should worry about it.

"Write a report."

Fu Yi gave him an idea: "See if the team can report it to you."

Chu Xingyun was even more worried, covered his face and sighed: "It's no good idea. I'll report to me the tires when I got in the car."

Fu Yi didn't know what to say, so he could only give him a sympathetic look.

More than ten minutes later, Chu Xingyun had no time to go to the car that He Cheng gave him, and the Shu Palace arrived.

He already knew about Manager Zhang's crime of "taking bribes", so he didn't believe anyone this time, and he didn't even let the security guard follow him. He climbed the stairs with the door key and went up to the third floor.

In the corridor, the cleaning lady was cleaning the floor with a vacuum cleaner.

Chu Xingyun looked at her with doubt, then opened the door of Room 106 and walked in.

The second time they returned to the crime scene, but this time they had a clear goal. Although the goal was still very illusory, like two ghosts painted on paper.

Chu Xingyun took out the painting, looked at the pattern sprayed on the wall on the door and the logo on the paper to compare, and found that the two patterns can be said to be the same. But this pattern is used in every room. How do you explain that Lu Xia left the memory in Room 106? If it is impossible to confirm that the memory of the pattern comes from 106, then their guess will be meaningless.

"Lu Xia said he wanted to go back to the room he lived in before the accident, but he ended up in this room?"

Chu Xingyun asked.

Fu Yi said: "That's right, do you think it's his subconscious?"

Chu Xingyun didn't say anything, and returned to the door of the bedroom where the corpse was in the corpse, looking at the steps that Yang Kaitai used to break the trap, looked for a while, then moved his eyes upwards, facing the door, and a silver mirror standing on the head of the bed.

For the sake of style and show off, the room here is equipped with multiple silver mirrors to extend the visual effect.

Chu Xingyun looked at himself who was pulled away in the mirror, suddenly took a few steps back, stood at the door of the bathroom directly opposite the bedroom, and then looked down at the Statue of Liberty with a torch on the paper.

"Brother Fu."

Suddenly, he called Fu Yi, and his tone was unprecedentedly gloomy.

Fu Yi heard the unusualness in his voice and hurried over: "What's wrong?"

Chu Xingyun raised a pair of yin-like eyes and stared at the empty point at the bedroom door, as if he saw Zhou Shiyang's soul standing at the door there.

"This painting is not a statue of Liberty."

"Not Liberty? What is that?"

Fu Yi hurriedly asked.

Chu Xingyun looked at the direction of the bedroom, and the dark undercurrents in his eyes kept floating and surging. His eyes were determined to see Zhou Shiyang's stern body climbing up from the ground, and slowly turned around to look at them-

The dead Zhou Shiyang's head and face were covered with blood, and his eyes were ashes like a dead tree filled with a strong breath of death. He dominated his body and said through his mouth: "It is the murderer who raised his weapon and was killing people."

Fu Yi was stunned and looked at Zhou Shiyang's bedroom with his eyes. Suddenly, his scalp exploded. At this time, a gust of wind blew over from somewhere and he got goosebumps.

"You mean, Lu Xia witnessed the murderer's crime?"

Fu Yi asked in disbelief.

Chu Xingyun suddenly called the cleaning staff who swept the floor outside the door, walked to the window of the outer hall, and asked, "Can the guests open this window by themselves?"
To be continued...