Chapter 93

The reason why Chen He came to Lan Zhou without telling Song Zhou was because she felt that although they were together, Qiu Yue's affairs were her own business and had nothing to do with him.

Just handle it yourself and don't involve him.

But why would he meet someone so similar to Song Zhou in a foreign place where Qiu Song had been?

Could it be that Curly is Song Zhou?

What was he thinking about? Chen He shook his head and stared at the "Curly" on the screen.

She recalled Boss Niu's description of Curly: "smiling at everyone he saw" and "good-tempered."

There are also features such as fair complexion, curly hair, glasses, and frailty...

Do people with curly hair have similar genes, so they all look white and have soft personalities?

She kept revising the drawing, trying to change the character away from Song Zhou's image, but no matter how she modified it, it still looked like him.

I felt a little panic in my heart.

She put her hands on the screen, closed her eyes and comforted herself: It's impossible, I must have been too deeply poisoned by the little sheep.

You should put Song Zhou aside and imagine him as a stranger.

If it doesn’t work, delete it and redraw it!

I moved my hand away and was about to open a blank page when I suddenly noticed the character's eyes.

The eyes are not drawn right.

For people with curly myopia, after wearing glasses, the image of the eye should appear smaller than it actually is due to the optical properties of the concave lens of the myopia lens.

Although Song Zhou also wears glasses, he's not nearsighted. He simply wears plain glasses to block out pollen and dust because his conjunctiva is prone to allergies.

I forgot this point just now and did not realize the shrinking effect of the myopic glasses on the eyes.

She gripped the stylus tightly, almost holding her breath, as she modified Curly's eyes.

After the modification, it finally looked less like Song Zhou. She breathed a sigh of relief.

But once doubts arise, they are hard to dispel.

She was upset and simply put down the tablet and stretched her neck.

I looked out the window and saw the sky had turned a dark blue, dotted with stars. From the high-rise window, I could see the small city ablaze with lights at night.

I checked my watch and it was already past nine in the evening. I was so engrossed in painting that I didn't realize it was already so late.

Then I remembered I hadn't eaten dinner yet. I reached for my phone, opened the form, and ordered takeout from the second line...

Song Zhou called.

"Have you had dinner?" Song Zhou asked.

His voice rang in my ears, just as it had every day for the past two years.

"Not yet. I was so busy painting that I forgot the time. The food I just ordered hasn't arrived yet..." said Chen He.

"Look, the emperor has missed his dinner without me by his side," said Song Zhou.

Chen He couldn't help but laugh. The pressure on his heart suddenly eased a little, and he felt that his previous suspicion was ridiculous.

How could Song Zhou, a graduate of Jiangzhu Medical University, be the curly-haired boy from Lanzhou Medical School?

"The restaurants you recommended are all delicious," she said. "You know so much about local cuisine. Have you been to Lanzhou before?" She couldn't help but ask.

Song Zhou said: "No, I just searched it all on the Internet."

"My beloved concubine is really amazing."

"If I want to be the queen, I must work harder to please the emperor."

Emperor Chen was delighted by the flattery, but his suspicion remained.

"Oh, by the way... I remember you said your mother used to run a snack business. What kind of snacks were they?"

Song Zhou paused and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"Nothing, just... I saw a lot of snack bars here, and suddenly remembered."

Song Zhou said, "Selling pancakes."

"Oh, Jianbing Guozi, that must be delicious." Chen He felt relieved. It wasn't Liangpi.

"I'll cook it for you when I get back."

"Okay, add two sausages and two eggs."

The two of them chatted for an hour. Meanwhile, takeout arrived. The hotel didn't allow outsiders to go upstairs, so they were only allowed to deliver to the front desk, where the waiter would be responsible for delivering the takeout to the guest room.

Chen He turned on the speakerphone and ate while listening to Song Zhou talking about gossip in the hospital.

Then he gave her a long-winded reminder about food, clothing, housing, transportation, and other things to pay attention to.

Chen Heyuan was also worried that he would ask about the platform activities and he wouldn't be able to make up a smooth story.

In the end, he didn't ask a single question.

Chen He lost her temper and said with a smile, "Why don't you ask me if I've had any romantic encounters here?"

Song Zhou was silent for a moment, then said aggrievedly, "Anyway, I'm the first wife."

Chen He chuckled out loud.

Song Zhou said, "Okay, it's past ten o'clock, time to wash up and go to bed..."

"good……"

Before going to bed, Chen He took another look at the call log.

It lasted over an hour and was incredibly sweet. My suspicions were practically washed away by the sugar.

If—if Song Zhou was Curly, he would be Qiu Song's friend. And I was Qiu Yue's friend. We were on the same side, so why would he hide it from me?

I must be overthinking it.

I put my phone next to my pillow, closed my eyes with a smile, and had a dreamless night.

In the morning, Chen He got up, stretched, and went to the bathroom in slippers.

The door to the house is next to the bathroom.

Under the door lay a yellow envelope.

Chen He seemed to be frozen in time, staring at the envelope for a long time. The edge of the envelope was against the door, obviously, it was stuffed in from under the door.

She tiptoed to the door and looked out through the peephole.

There was no one outside.

It was probably stuffed in while she was asleep.

She didn't open the door, but picked up the envelope and examined it. It was a plain yellow envelope, unmarked. It had no seal, and when she opened it, she saw a folded A4 sheet of paper inside.

Pulling it out and unfolding it, it was a letter. A typed letter.

——Hello, I am an insider of the Qingde Auto Repair Factory explosion.

The first sentence reads like this.

The letter was very short. Chen He sat on the floor and read it until her fingers became cold.

After a long time, he folded the letter carefully, put it close to his body, stood up, opened the door and walked out of the room.

She went to the first floor, adjusted her mood and made her expression right before walking to the front desk.

There was a young man on duty at the front desk.

"Hello ma'am, how can I help you?"

"Last night, someone stuffed a small card into my room." Chen He said coldly.

The young man was horrified. "No... no way? We're a four-star chain hotel with strict management. You have to swipe your room card to take the elevator. How could someone go up there and hand out cards randomly?"

"Then it might have been done by one of your staff."

The young man sweatdropped, "This is impossible, ma'am!"

"Really? I don't believe it. I want to see the surveillance footage."

So, Chen He was able to enter the monitoring room and check the corridor surveillance from last night.

At four o'clock in the morning, a man in black appeared at the exit of the fire escape, came to the door of Chen He's room, bent down, stuffed something into the crack of the door, returned the same way, and disappeared.

The guy accompanying me to watch the surveillance footage wiped his sweat in embarrassment: "Oh, you live on the tenth floor, and this guy actually climbed up the stairs? He actually went to such lengths to harass you!"

Chen He said nothing. He watched the video several times, and finally froze it, his eyes fixed on the man in black.

Black baseball cap, black mask, black shirt, black pants, black shoes. No face was captured at all.

The way it walks is like a leopard: agile, swift, and alert.

But there is always a sense of familiarity.

People who paint have a better perception of the proportions of the human body than ordinary people.

She was sure she had seen this person before.

This person knew her whereabouts and her purpose, and was most likely following her.

She thought back to everyone she had met since arriving in Lanzhou City. She couldn't recall where they had met before. She also didn't know why they had provided her with information.

Finally, he slowly raised his phone and took a picture of the surveillance screen.

The guy behind me was about to cry: "I'm so sorry, ma'am, our safety management is indeed negligent. Could you please not...don't complain to us..."

The security team leader also heard the news and said with a sweat, "We will definitely strengthen security and make sure this person doesn't harass you again. Please don't call the police. If the boss finds out, I..."

"Okay, okay. Be careful next time." Chen He said generously.

The young man and the security team leader were overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

Soon after returning to the room, the young man brought a fruit basket to my door as an apology.

Chen He leaned back on the sofa, holding a peach in his mouth, took out the letter and read it again——

"Hello, I'm an insider about the Qingde Auto Repair Shop explosion. Please don't go to the people at the Jinda Auto Repair Shop; they're bad people.

After the auto repair shop exploded that year, I went to watch and saw Xing Yao from Jinda Auto Repair Factory also watching the excitement.

He held a modified stainless steel slingshot in his hand and wore a peach-pit pig strung with a red rope on his wrist.

I know Qiu Song and I know that the peach pit belongs to Qiu Song.

I suspect that Qiu Song's case was not an accident, he might have been killed by Xing Yao.

I am unable to appear in person, so please tell the police on my behalf."

——The letter ends here.

Xing Yao.

Chen He stared at the unfamiliar name in the letter.