After the accident, Pinting stayed at Xiaoshanghe's home, and was taken care of by Mr. Zheng. Every two days, a specially hired hospital nurse would come over and take her to take a bath to wipe her body, and check her health once a quarter.

For Mr. Zheng and the nurse, they are all light work, because Pinting's madness is not the kind of hoarseness that is twitching. She is so quiet that she is almost dull. She often sits on the ground from morning to night, occasionally stretches out her hand and points at the carpet that is clearly stained with fear.

What Zheng said "is wrong" goes back to the night several days ago.

Due to geographical location, Xiaoshang River is very quiet at night, and you can often hear the whistling wind. Uncle Zheng is old and has long been accustomed to the wind, but is extremely alert to other abnormal movements.

He woke up in the middle of the night that day.

There are faint singing voices, and thin silks circling in the empty room.

Pinting is singing.

Pinting has always been a girl who can sing and dance. When she was a child, she sang in a gentle and beautiful way. Although it seemed abrupt when she came in the middle of the night, it might be because she changed her crazy method.

Uncle Zheng hesitated for a while and decided to go over and take a look.

With Luo Wenmiao's lessons, no one knows whether Pinting will run away silently one day, so her room has always been locked, but in order to facilitate the care and delivery of things, the upper part of the door has been changed to look like a fence.

This is why the singing sounds so clear, and this room is not soundproofed.

In the middle of the night, I walked along with the song, and my back was inevitably cold. Uncle Zheng gritted his teeth and rubbed against the door. Only then did I realize that Pinting was not just singing.

She is still dancing.

It is completely different from her previous delicate and graceful dance steps, with wide movements and a simple and weird posture, as if she was surrounding something, singing and dancing.

Luo Ren asked: "What did she sing?"

"Come back and forth, two words, just eight words." Zheng Bo tried hard to recall, "She sang, holding on, Xu Zhu, Fei Tu or bandit, pork."

...

***

After several days of calm, Luo Ren had no news. If she remained silent like this, Mu Dayi believed that soon she would throw away the fallen lake, Luo Ren and so on.

But one night, Li Tan called, his voice trembled slightly, and he was very excited.

"I didn't expect things to go so quickly. After the portrait was painted, I thought, I saw that person in Xiaoshanghe, and I should have found him from Xiaoshanghe. I went there again. I didn't dare to ask with great fanfare. I looked at my face one by one on the street. Two days ago, a car entered Xiaoshanghe. I saw the person driving, and I saw the person driving..."

He was so excited that he couldn't speak.

"I followed me, it's not difficult to find. I've seen that car. The owner of the household is Luo Wenmiao. You said it was coincidental that the person died the next day of the Xiao Shanghe case. Also, the person in the portrait is Luo Ren..."

Mu Dai felt a headache, so how should he tell Li Tan? The matter was not what he thought, so why did he just take the blame?

"Anyway," he seemed to have made up some determination, "If something happens to me, you... understand."

What did you understand? Before Kiyo could speak, he had already hung up the phone.

In Li Tan's words, it seems that there is the tragic wind and cold Yishui.

Mu Daixin said it was not good, so she quickly called back, but there was no answer on the other end. She had to edit the text message first and ask him to be calm. Things are very complicated, not what he thought, and Luo Ren is not an accomplice.

It was sent out, and it was as straight as a rock sinking into the sea.

I had to call Luo Ren, and I felt unwilling to accept it: Why should I call him first if I leave?

Luo Ren answered the phone quickly. Mu Dai briefly said the matter and reminded him: "Li Tan has gone to you."

"Thanks."

Mu Day suddenly became unhappy: "You have kung fu, I know he can't beat you. Don't hurt him with heavy hands, he's very pitiful."

After saying that, his nose felt sore, and he hung up the phone without waiting for Luo Ren to answer.

She thought Li Tan was quite pitiful. She said that to Huo Zihong before just to make the effect vivid, but now, the more I think about it, the more I feel sorry for me. I lean on my arm and fall asleep, and I feel that this night is particularly desolate.

He went to Xiaoshanghe as soon as he drew a hypnotic portrait. He was really not ready to live a good life. How long can his life last? If Aunt Hong was indeed Li Yaqing, Li Tan spent most of his life on a ridiculous thing.

Tossing and turning, finally getting sleepy and having a strange dream. Dreaming of picking up a phone, Luo Ren said, "Li Tan is here."

She replied vaguely: "Oh."

"Miyo, have you woken up? Li Tan is here."

The consciousness gradually became clear, the phone was in his hand, the screen was on, and the timed call time increased in seconds.

So, not dreaming, really answering the phone?

Kiyo quickly sat up from the bed, with some inconsistency saying: "Here... Li Tan? You?"

"Well, I came in over the wall. I have to remind you... I've tied up and stared at me... Uncle Zheng, don't let him lean against the wall!"

The next sentence seemed to be saying to Mr. Zheng. Muyo couldn't imagine what he looked like there, and his heart was pounding.

After a while, Luo Ren talked to her: "After I was tied up, I kept scolding him, sealing his mouth with tape, and hitting his head against the wall... I was most annoyed by this, so I was too lazy to explain to him... I couldn't listen to it even if I explained it."

The poor person makes people hate him and itchy. Mu Day suddenly felt passionate and got out of bed regardless of it: "Wait for me, don't hang up the phone."

She rushed to Huo Zihong's door in one breath, and was timid again before knocking on the door, and advised herself: Forget it, it's so late, don't make Aunt Hong unhappy...

Turning around and trying to leave, I suddenly saw a ray of light coming from under the crack of the door.

Maybe hesitated and knocked on the door.

Huo Zihong opened the door for her in clothes: "Miyo, I haven't slept so late yet, just so come and help me see the patterns."

There was only the desk lamp on the table in her room, and many books, pictures and pictures were spread out on the top of her, and there were more than a dozen or imitations of them. Huo Zihong took one and showed it to her in the light. This one was compared with the patterns of architectural decoration, one was the pattern of diamond flower leaking windows, and the other was the pattern of lotus waterfowl.

"There are still flowers and plants now, and there is nothing new. I think the mountain stone can be used to polish jade, and some of the patterns on the building will be quite unique if they can be printed..."

After saying a lot, Mu Dayi didn't listen. She stared at the soup bowl on the table. When Aunt Hong stayed up late or slept late, she always kept a bowl of Sichuan Petal Sweet Soup with Wolfberry and Pear Sweet Soup at hand in order to moisten her lungs and resist dryness.

I went to copy the tricks one by one by one in the warm light, and I was tired of taking a sip of sweet soup. After being tied up, I kept scolding me, my mouth was sealed by tape, and I hit my head against the wall...

"Aunt Hong, are you Li Yaqing?"

The room suddenly became quiet.

After a while, Huo Zihong gently put the copied sample paper in his hand on the desktop, and the sample paper rubbed and made a slight rustling sound.

Luo Ren was stunned for a moment, glanced at Li Tan in front of him, stood up and walked into the quiet corridor outside, and his breathing suddenly became a little heavy.

Kiyo regretted for a moment, and thought, since he had asked, he just asked them all.

"Aunt Hong, I have met Luo Ren. A case like Luo Mahu happened in his family. Uncle died and sister went crazy, so he was chasing everyone who might know the truth. Not to mention Li Tan, he spent most of his life on this matter..."

"Aunt Hong, you may have a hard time and want to hide some secrets. I won't ask. But, without hurting yourself, can you tell me what you can say? Give others some tips, at least, don't let Li Tan go around like that?"

"If I guessed it wrong, then Aunt Hong, please scold me."

She activated the screen of the phone, allowing Huo Zihong to see the other person talking, and then handed the phone to Huo Zihong's hand. As soon as Huo Zihong's hand was loosened, the phone fell to the ground.

Mu Daye didn't pick it up, didn't say anything, nor did he look at Huo Zihong anymore, so he turned around and left. She returned to her room, went to bed, and covered her with a quilt.

It's great, the upper and lower eyelids are closed, and the blackness is rumbling, and nothing can be seen.

There is only so much she can do.

***

Luo Ren kept listening quietly without saying a word. In fact, he no longer had any hope for Huo Zihong. But Mu Dayi was quite surprised.

In ancient times, he must be a chivalrous woman, quite enthusiastic.

For some reason, he didn't hang up the phone immediately. Maybe he had a glimmer of hope in his heart. After a while, he laughed at himself for thinking too much.

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Huo Zihong's hoarse voice came from the other end: "Hey?"

***

The next day, Kiyo woke up very early, but to avoid embarrassment, she deliberately grinds her in bed and missed the breakfast time.

Aunt Hong must have been angry, so she didn't come to call her, nor did she ask her to come and ask her if she wanted to keep her food.

At around ten o'clock, she felt something was wrong. In the past, even if the downstairs were not crowded, people would have been unable to rest assured.

She put on her clothes and came down. She held her breath when she passed by Huo Zihong's door, afraid of being called or something, and she was thinking about how to express her regret and humility to the greatest extent when she saw Aunt Hong.

Yes, after a night of sweet grinding with the bed, when I woke up, the enthusiasm of the chivalrous and indignant indignation had dropped. I always felt that I was not doing well, but what was wrong was, and I couldn't explain it clearly.

When I went down the stairs, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

The downstairs was very dark. When I opened the door to do business, I was full of sunshine. Not only did I not open the door, I also put down the curtains that had been rolled up.

Mu Dai took two steps at three steps at once and ran downstairs.

Aunt Hong was not there, and Yi Wansan and Uncle Zhang were sitting at the table. The breakfast seemed to be not over yet and the dishes on the table were confiscated. However, the two seemed to be thinking about eating. They were speechless at the cold porridge bowl. When they heard footsteps, they looked at Mu Dayi together.

Mu Dai felt guilty: "What do you think of me?"

She came over as if nothing had happened: "Where is Aunt Hong?"

Uncle Zhang replied: "I've gone far."

While saying that, she pushed her cell phone over. Her cell phone was stuffed to Aunt Hong last night and fell to the ground, but she didn't pick up the cell phone.

"I knocked on my door at around 4 a.m. and told me that I would go out to relax. I didn't say when I would come back, so I would like to watch the store and help you well."

He learned Huo Zihong's words without missing a word: "If Mu Daye is interested in business, let her care. If she is not interested, you can follow her. She is young and has a lot of fun."

"I have also settled with 10,000 yuan. I don't want him to pay back the money. I have paid two more months of salary. I want to stay, but I don't want to stay, so I can go wherever I want to."

Why do you feel like explaining your funeral? Mu Dai's heart fell down and said in a daze: "Why?"

She subconsciously turned on her phone and flipped to the call record form. The final call was with Luo Ren, which lasted: 2 hours and 27 minutes.

She was confused and turned back directly. When she heard Luo Ren's voice, she almost cried: "Luo Ren, my aunt Hong... you last night..."

Luo Ren interrupted her: "Miyo, don't worry, your aunt Hong is gone, right? She mentioned to me that it's not because of you, or for other reasons."

Is that true? Kiyo feels a little better.

"Kiyo?"

"Um?"

"Your Aunt Hong is indeed Li Yaqing. And..."

He wanted to speak but stopped, and the heart that Kiyo had just let go of was raised again: "What else?"
Chapter completed!