Chapter 004 Chapter 4

Xia Meng felt that Lao Wang was prejudiced against the sentries.

But she didn't know the whole story and it was not convenient for her to comment.

Today was the first time in her life that she had close contact with special humans, and the first time she had opened the door to the world.

She was full of curiosity about the unknown world behind the door.

Compared to the flaming sentry, the guy in flowery shorts impressed her more—

A riot can be stopped with just one hand.

He seemed far more powerful—and possibly far more dangerous—than the rampaging Sentinel.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that Lao Wang is not wrong.

…

After stepping out of the black tower, Wang Xiangyi finally came back to life.

The special car that "invited" them over appeared outside the gate again at this time, and the driver stood respectfully by the door waiting.

Zhou Qi still had some conscience and knew that he had to see things through to the end, and that he had to send the person back in the same way he had kidnapped him.

Xia Meng helped Wang Xiangyi into the car, but did not follow him in.

Wang Xiangyi turned around and asked, "What? You're not going?"

Xia Meng put her hand on the car door and raised her chin towards the nearby area: "This area is quite close to the subway station. It's only two stops away from my home on Line 21."

Wang Xiangyi: "So close?"

Xia Meng shrugged: "Yeah, it's that close."

Wang Xiangyi nodded. "Okay then. Be careful on the road. By the way, remember to send the report to my email on time before 7 o'clock tomorrow."

Xia Meng: “…”

I didn't expect that even in this state, Lao Wang still didn't forget to watch her do her homework.

...I am really touched by the good Chinese Master.

Xia Meng was so moved that she watched the black bulletproof car disappear at the end of the road with tears in her eyes.

There are not many buildings near the Black Tower, and all you can see is a lush green wilderness.

The sounds of insects and birds are everywhere.

Xia Meng stood there for a while, then slowly walked towards the subway station.

Just as she said, her home is only two stops away from the Black Tower.

The Heita side is the terminus of Metro Line 21, called Yanshan Nature Reserve.

Xia Meng's home is in Yong'an, two stops away, a semi-new and semi-old community.

She started renting the house when she was a freshman in college.

Her parents passed away early, and she had been boarding with relatives on both sides of her parents since she was a child.

Her relatives always treated her politely and considerately, but living under someone else's roof was not comfortable.

Later, when she was admitted to a university in Beijing, she started working part-time and never asked her relatives for a penny again.

Considering that she sometimes finished work late and was afraid of missing the school dormitory entrance check-in time, and also afraid of disturbing her roommates, she simply moved out of the dormitory and lived alone.

Due to her limited budget, she couldn't afford to rent a place too close to the school, so she chose this place and has lived here for many years.

Xia Meng entered the house, walked through the living room, pushed open the balcony door, raised her hands and eyebrows, and looked towards the direction of Diyan Mountain.

Under the gradually darkening sky, the sunset glow rolled and the stars were sparse.

The Yanshan Mountains are continuous and the sea of ​​trees undulates.

Calculating the distance, the terminus of Line 21 is only seven or eight kilometers away from her home.

But when she looked around, she didn't see any high-rise buildings.

"That shouldn't be the case... How could we not see the Black Tower, such a striking building?"

Xia Meng narrowed her eyes in some disbelief.

Today she had also made a special observation and found that the black tower had at least 180 floors.

Estimating the building height, it must be at least six or seven hundred meters.

There are no high-rise buildings blocking the view, so the whole view is clear.

But Xia Meng was standing on the balcony looking over there, and she didn't see any black tower or even a similar high-rise building.

"That's strange..." she muttered in confusion.

Although she was confused, she quickly put the matter aside.

The workload assigned by Wang Xiangyi was not small, and she had delayed the work for three days, so time was running out.

She took a few bites of the bread she bought on the road, sat down at her desk obediently, and started working at a speed of life and death, working all night long.

As the night deepened, the last ray of light in the sky disappeared.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and lights are on in thousands of households.

Xia Meng is very efficient in her work. As long as she wants, she can finish the homework that other students take three to five hours to complete in just one hour.

“Click, click, click…”

Ten fingers flew across the keyboard, making crisp sounds.

On the screen, a research report is being written at a rapid pace.

After working for five or six hours, Xia Meng finally finished writing the report in one go.

"Finally it's done..."

After clicking the right button to send, she yawned and stretched.

When I looked at the time, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Fortunately, I can still sleep for four or five hours.

Xia Meng yawned and stood up, her eyes suddenly sweeping over the notebook on the corner of the desk.

The notebook was opened upwards, and that page recorded the content of the forum meeting this morning.

For some unknown reason, Xia Meng subconsciously reached out, turned back two pages, and opened it.

The page was almost completely blank, with only a few words written on the first line:

Serial murder suspect: Fan Xue.

Xia Meng murmured the name again: "Fan Xue..."

For some reason, Fan Xue always gave her a very strange feeling.

It's like there's a layer of fog covering me, making it impossible to see clearly or see through it.

In the few years that she has been following Lao Wang, she has seen hundreds of patients and encountered all kinds of strange diseases. The process of exploring those diseases is always very interesting.

Now, this Fan Xue also made her involuntarily want to explore.

She wanted to know whether the cry of "Save me" was the suspect's last struggle before being executed, or whether there was another hidden story.

Xia Meng took the notebook in front of her, lowered her eyes and stared at the line of words for a moment, then, as if she had made some kind of decision, she reached out and typed on the keyboard, starting to search for Fan Xue's information.

I thought the information would be difficult to find, but after a quick search, all that popped up was news about Fan Xue.

Her personal information has already flooded the Internet.

[Outrageous! Hua University beauty Fan Xue brutally murdered four people!]

[An angel's face, a devil's heart! The true identity of campus beauty Fan Xue is revealed!]

【Virtue is more important than talent! Universities cannot cultivate scumbags!】

[It is rumored online that Fan Xue's parents are professors at Huazhong University of Science and Technology, and that Fan Xue was admitted to Huazhong University of Science and Technology through illegal means through her parents.]

"How good can her parents be to raise such a beastly daughter? As the saying goes, 'birds of a feather flock together.' Aren't her parents perverts too?"

[Support Huazhong University's dismissal of Fan Xue's parents! Please don't mislead Huazhong University students!]

Netizens were outraged and not only found out Fan Xue's identity information, but also her parents and relatives.

Only then did Xia Meng understand why Zhou Qi had said that the case must be closed as soon as possible, because the public opinion on the Internet had reached an boiling point. If the situation continued, not only would Fan Xue's parents be implicated and "put in shackles and put on display in public", but even Hua University would be questioned and criticized, and become notorious.

As one of the top universities in the country, we cannot just throw away the school's century-old reputation and let others trample on it just because of Fan Xue.

It's very late at night.

Xia Meng didn't sleep at all, she had no desire to sleep.

The blue light from the computer screen shone on her calm face. She took a pen and wrote some detailed information under the line of words.

She thought as she wrote.

There was nothing important to do tomorrow, so she thought, so she went to the Black Tower to see Fan Xue again.

Judging from Lao Wang's attitude, he probably doesn't want her to have any contact with Heita anymore.

Xia Meng thought, if not through Lao Wang, she didn't know if she would have the chance to contact Zhou Qi.

...If I had known this earlier, today, oh no, it should have been yesterday.

If I had known this, I would have secretly asked Zhou Qi for his contact information before leaving yesterday without telling Lao Wang.

Just as Xia Meng was thinking, she finished writing and turned the page, and unexpectedly found that there was a thin business card stuck in the middle of the back page.

It’s Zhou Qi’s.

Xia Meng picked up the black business card and held it up to the light.

There are only two simple lines of silver words on the front of the business card.

Black Tower

Zhou Qi

On the back is his contact information.

There is no other information.

It was so simple that it didn't seem like the printing format that someone of his position would use.

Xia Meng stared at the business card for two seconds.

Without any hesitation, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Zhou Qifa.

Hello, Director Zhou, sorry to bother you so late at night. I'm Xia Meng, a student of Wang Xiangyi. I went to the Black Pagoda with my teacher yesterday. I have a request. Could you please arrange a time for me to conduct a psychological interview with Fan Xue? One hour will be enough.

I looked at the time and it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Xia Meng guessed that Zhou Qiming would see it early in the morning, so she put down her phone and planned to wash up and get a few hours of sleep.

I had just stood up when my cell phone rang.

Zhou Qi replied almost immediately, as if he had expected her to look for him.

[Zhou Qi: Fan Xue will be sent to the courtroom at 9:00 AM.]

Xia Meng was feeling regretful when the next second, Zhou Qi's next message arrived quickly.

【Zhou Qi: Tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, I can only give you half an hour.】

Half an hour!

That’s enough!

In fact, she had mentioned an hour just to be on the safe side. As long as Fan Xue was willing to cooperate, half an hour would be enough for her to complete the interview.

Xia Meng quickly thanked him.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qizhen agreed to this request without even asking her what she wanted to do.

Maybe you want to wait until tomorrow morning to ask?

...Never mind!

Xia Meng calculated the time.

She arrives at the Black Tower at 8 o'clock, and the subway runs every 15 minutes, which means she has to get up at 7:30 at the latest tomorrow.

I can still sleep for about four hours.

Why.

These four tight hours.

Xia Meng didn't delay any longer and quickly washed up and went to bed.

Perhaps because too many things happened today and her body was too busy and tired, she vaguely felt a little dizzy.

As soon as she lay down on the bed, she fell asleep almost immediately -

…

The dream was filled with thick fog.

The cold air is everywhere.

Xia Meng opened her eyes wide in surprise, only to find herself in darkness.

She seemed to be standing barefoot, with the hard, cold tile floor beneath her feet. The coldness crept up through her skin inch by inch, freezing her to the bone.

What's going on?

Was this dream so sudden?

But it's okay.

Xia Meng was not panicked.

It was just a dream. Could she be eaten by her own dream?

Dreaming is just a very normal physiological and psychological phenomenon.

After a person falls asleep, a small number of brain cells remain active, which is the basis of dreaming.

At the same time, the content of dreams is a reflection of human subconsciousness and a satisfaction of subconscious desires (Note 1).

This is probably what the saying "What you think about during the day you dream about at night" means.

Thinking of this, she felt relieved.

Let yourself sink into this strange dream.

...So, what is she dreaming about now?

Wait until your eyes gradually adapt to the darkness.

It was then that Xia Meng realized that there was a large empty room in front of her. The corners of the room were filled with a lot of miscellaneous items, drawing boards, easels, some paint boxes scattered on the ground, the cabinets were filled with plaster statues, and there were many paintings on the walls... This should be an abandoned art classroom.

The air smelled of dust and paint.

There was also a faint smell of blood.

She was standing by the window in the room.

The blurry and cold moonlight shines in from the window.

She looked out the window, trying to see where she was, but found that the window was blocked by a high wall.

Moonlight streamed down from high on the wall.

Cold and distant.

Xia Meng felt a little disappointed and was about to turn her head, but when her eyes swept across the window glass in front of her, she was suddenly stunned.

A young and beautiful face was reflected in the glass, with delicate features and a cool temperament.

There were still a few streaks of dried blood on his cheeks, which made his face look even more bloody and enchanting.

Xia Meng widened her eyes slightly and stared at the face in the glass without blinking.

The person in the glass also stared at her.

! !

This is--

Fan Xue's face.