Chapter 47 Recording (Evidence Here!) The Sunflower Playing the Saxophone...
The man's voice suddenly turned shrill, followed by a loud "bang".
Guo Renyi slammed his hand on the desk, causing it to shake violently. The sunflower toy playing the saxophone fell to the ground and began to wriggle.
The harsh, cheap, low-quality saxophone music rang out in the boy's bedroom, making the man's nerves twitch, and he cursed under his breath in annoyance.
Guo Renyi picked up the toy from the ground, pressed a switch, and turned off the music. He then panted like a wild beast that had been provoked: "Cheng Shiyun's phone was smashed and burned by me the day she died. The police couldn't even find the ashes, so how can they convict you?"
"Just based on those few stars?"
That was his oversight.
He never expected Feng Yue to write those things on the note.
Does Feng Yue feel like she's dating him?
He has a wife and children, a happy family, how could he possibly be dating a female student who hasn't even grown up yet?
What an idiot.
However, Xie Shijin took the video of him sexually assaulting female students. Once Xie Shijin reports it to the police, all the career, fame, status, and family he has accumulated over half his life, everything he has now, will be destroyed in an instant.
He called her by her name: "Feng Yue".
He also complained, "If you hadn't called me to school on the night of July 12th, none of this would have happened."
"I killed Cheng Shiyun, but you also killed her."
The man's words were like a thunderbolt from the blue. Feng Yue was stunned on the spot, her mind felt like it had been doused with hot oil, and even her cheeks burned.
She was speechless.
Before hanging up the phone, Guo Renyi said to her, "Before you turn yourself in, your photo will definitely be sent to your parents, relatives and friends. Think it over carefully."
Feng Yue raised her hand to cover her face, and suppressed sobs escaped through her fingers, gradually turning into heart-wrenching wails.
She couldn't understand why she had to be the one to harm anyone when all she wanted was to study hard and get into a good university. Why did she have to be pushed to this point?
After crying for a while, Feng Yue didn't dare to cry anymore, as her parents were coming back at eleven o'clock.
She scooped up handfuls of water and repeatedly rubbed the red marks around her eyes until the person in the mirror was deathly pale and showed no trace of crying, before finally stopping.
As she walked out of the bathroom, her phone suddenly rang again.
A call came from an unknown number: "Hello? Is this Feng Yue?"
Feng Yue bit her finger, trembling, "Yes..."
"Where exactly is the stairwell in your building? I've circled around twice and still can't find it," the person on the other end said. "Could you come down and get your things?"
Feng Yue was somewhat bewildered: "My things?"
"Yeah, wasn't it you who called the errand runner?"
Feng Yue went downstairs.
"Your package." The deliveryman in work clothes handed her a cardboard box wrapped in tape. "Please sign for it if you've confirmed everything is okay."
"I didn't call a delivery person."
"The phone number and address are yours," the deliveryman said. "Did your friend call it for you?"
Filled with suspicion, Feng Yue reached out and took the box. It was light and almost weightless. She instinctively shook it; it seemed to be empty.
The deliveryman said, "Why don't you open it and take a look?"
Feng Yue's fingertips trembled as she unwrapped the tape; it wasn't empty.
There is half a headshot inside.
On Qianfeng Road, she threw away the one she didn't want, which was picked up by Xie Shijin.
A photo of her and Cheng Shiyun, but the half belonging to Cheng Shiyun has been torn off.
Feng Yue asked, "Who gave you this package?"
The deliveryman recalled: "It was a boy, tall and thin, quite handsome."
Xie Shijin.
It must be Xie Shijin.
Feng Yue looked around in a panic, her gaze sweeping frantically over the pedestrians and vehicles on the road. The next second, her eyes were startled as she looked into a taxi across the street.
The rear window was half-lowered, and Xie Shijin sat inside.
He wore a black baseball cap with the brim pulled low, obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, revealing only his straight nose and thin lips pressed into a straight line.
The dim streetlights streamed through the car window, casting a patchwork of shadows on him. The boy sat there, motionless, like a statue.
How long has this car been parked here?
Feng Yue stared in surprise, wanting to go over and take a look, when the boy in the back seat slightly raised his chin and looked over.
The moment their eyes met, a gloomy atmosphere descended upon her, giving her the unseen feeling of being shrouded in darkness and seen through.
Feng Yue trembled violently, her pupils contracted sharply, and she staggered back two steps.
The taxi meter started ticking at seven o'clock and has been running ever since.
At 8:30, Xie Shijin saw Feng Yue's parents take her younger brother out of the house, leaving Feng Yue alone at home.
If Feng Yue truly intended to confess Cheng Shiyun's cause of death to him, she could have explained the whole story over the phone. Even if she insisted on a face-to-face confrontation, she should have chosen a spacious, well-lit place with surveillance cameras, so that their conversation would be documented and she could also prevent him from harming her.
But she did the opposite and chose to do it at her own home.
Is it safe?
It's safe for her, of course.
In fact, this dim, obscure, and unwitting environment was advantageous to her.
Guo Renyi wouldn't take a single hair from him for no reason, and then he met with Feng Yue.
What's on his hair?
Hair follicles, DNA.
By repeating the enumeration method, we can roughly deduce the trap that the two have set.
Their eyes met, and the girl's completely bloodless face confirmed his guess.
Feng Yue fled upstairs and called Guo Renyi.
At 10 o'clock, Guo Renyi's car was located on Xuezi Road. The man had gone to his house to look for the USB drive and hadn't left yet.
Inside the taxi, Xie Shijin looked away and said to the driver, "Xuezi Road."
...
On the other side, Guo Renyi, wearing a pair of nitrile gloves, searched the boy's desk, wardrobe, bedside table, and every place where things could be hidden, but couldn't find the USB drive.
Did Xie Shijin carry it with him?
Why aren't you back yet, it's so late?
Did they go to the police station?
No.
The man looked around the 20-square-meter bedroom again; it was narrow, cramped, and full of life.
If Xie Shijin had called the police, he should be being interrogated at the police station right now.
Why didn't Xie Shijin call the police? What was he trying to do? Threaten him? Force him to reveal the truth about Cheng Shiyun's death?
Guo Renyi frowned wearily.
Guo Renyi's phone vibrated; Feng Yue was calling again. Just as he was about to answer, he suddenly heard footsteps.
The residential building is not well soundproofed. If people are arguing downstairs, they can hear them clearly upstairs. At this moment, the footsteps are uneven, one light and one heavy, with an irregular rhythm, like a lame person going upstairs.
He opened the door and looked downstairs. The boy, whose left leg was in a cast, was leaning on crutches, sweating profusely, and limping up the stairs.
Before his leg was injured, Ni Jiaqi could walk briskly, leaping five steps at a time. Now, lifting his leg takes him half his life.
The doctor said he couldn't get out of bed yet, but he couldn't let Cheng Shiyun come to find Xie Shijin alone, so he bought a pair of crutches and struggled, enduring the excruciating pain, to climb to the fifth floor.
Ni Jiaqi was too slow, and Cheng Shiyun couldn't wait for him.
"Cheng Shiyun!"
The little snake in his sleeve darted out and climbed up the handrail, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Ni Jiaqi was so anxious that he threw away his cane and hopped up the stairs on one foot.
Having jumped up to the sixth floor, Ni Jiaqi, panting, knocked on the door: "Xie Shijin?"
No one responded.
"Not home?"
Ni Jiaqi glanced at the time: "It's almost eleven o'clock. Where is he going if he doesn't go home so late?"
He then called Xie Shijin several more times, but this time the calls went unanswered and the phone was switched off.
Cheng Shiyun tangled in the doorknob, thought for two seconds, and then started climbing towards the rooftop.
"Cheng Shiyun, wait for me!" Ni Jiaqi followed her again.
Just like the last time she went back to Xie Shijin's house, Cheng Shiyun swung to the balcony, but the window was closed.
The boy moved the gardenia into the living room. Xie Shijin pruned its branches, loosened the soil, added fertilizer, and took great care of it, but in the end, it was all in vain, and the few flower buds still did not bloom.
The window was locked from the inside, and no matter how much Cheng Shiyun pushed or squeezed, she couldn't open it.
Xie Shijin seemed determined not to let her come back to him.
Didn't he say that this was also her home?
Why can't she go home?!
"Cheng Shiyun?"
Ni Jiaqi jumped onto the rooftop and called out to her hoarsely.
Cheng Shiyun climbed up again, but the snake had lost its previous rampaging energy and looked like a wilted eggplant.
Ni Jiaqi was panting, his voice trembling slightly: "Xie Shijin isn't here, you should come home with me first."
don't want.
She stayed at the door of her house as long as Xie Shijin didn't come back.
Cheng Shiyun dashed downstairs, with Ni Jiaqi chasing after her, practically scared out of his wits.
Standing at her front door, Cheng Shiyun looked up at the tightly closed door.
When she was a kitten, she had a key.
Later, the rope broke, and Xie Shijin retrieved the key.
The night she returned as a little snake, Xie Shijin asked her if she wanted a key. She did want one, but no matter how she hung it, the rope would slip to the base of her tail if she moved it even slightly above her head.
Where did Xie Shijin put that key after that?
Ni Jiaqi scrambled down from the rooftop and collapsed onto the ground.
The door to room 602 was already closed, and Cheng Shiyun went to bite his pants pocket.
"What's wrong?" Ni Jiaqi asked, still out of breath. "You want my phone?"
He took out his phone and placed it on the steps, and Cheng Shiyun typed with her tail.
[Ni Jiaqi, check if there's a key behind the house number.]
Ni Jiaqi frowned, stood up while leaning against the wall, took down the 601 address plate, and turned it over to take a look.
Transparent tape was wrapped around and around. Wrapped in layers of tape was a key.
Cheng Shiyun's heart suddenly clenched, her heartbeat quickened amidst her trembling breath, and a strong sour taste shot straight into her nasal cavity.
Why leave her a key if you don't want her to come home? You're just saying one thing and meaning another.
The little snake's pupils swelled slightly, and it commanded Ni Jiaqi: [Open the door.]
Ni Jiaqi held the key tightly, motionless.
[Open the door.]
Ni Jiaqi's aura was weak, and he said in a muffled voice, "He's not even here, what's the point of you going in?"
Cheng Shiyun: [...]
yes.
She couldn't find him, and it was only at this time that Cheng Shiyun realized how little she knew about Xie Shijin.
So much so that when he left without a word, she didn't even know where to look for him.
But if Xie Shijin doesn't go home, where else can he go?
Cheng Shiyun said, "[I'll wait for him to come back.]"
Just like last time, Xie Shijin waited for her.
This time, it was her turn to wait for him.
Xie Shijin had said he would come to pick her up.
Ni Jiaqi's eyes reddened, and he wanted to ask, "Are you sure he can come back?"
Cheng Shiyun typed again: [Together with me.]
Together. They didn't send him away.
Ni Jiaqi was subtly coaxed, but still stubbornly said, "Oh..."
Upon opening the door and returning home, Cheng Shiyun first noticed that the baby mouse in the styrofoam box had escaped.
Once the baby mice grow up, they are basically the same as adult mice. They will bite things and squeak loudly at night. Cheng Shiyun would scare them every night before going to bed.
Cheng Shiyun instructed Ni Jiaqi: "[Catch the rats and take them back; don't let them chew on things.]"
[Sweep up the foam on the floor and water the plants on the table.]
Ni Jiaqi mumbled, "...I understand."
He pocketed his phone and, limping, went to catch mice.
Cheng Shiyun went to Xie Shijin's bedroom.
There was no one there.
She sniffed the boy's pillow; the pheromones were very faint.
He doesn't even go home to avoid her?
Ignoring messages and not answering calls, they've really gotten themselves into it.
Cheng Shiyun sniffed carefully again and detected a very unfamiliar scent in the air.
In the afternoon, teachers from the Academic Affairs Office came to present Xie Shijin with her certificate; they went into her bedroom.
They weren't there for long, so why does it smell so bad?
The bedroom light was off, but the light from the living room shone in from the doorway and fell on the boy's desk.
How did her sunflower fall to the ground?
She transformed into a kitten to get her ears checked at the vet. The device was a saxophone; pressing it once made it play; pressing it a second time made it record; pressing it again made it repeat the recording; and pressing it twice in a row turned it off.
Cheng Shiyun jumped off the bed and nudged the sunflower with her head, trying to straighten it.
However, a man's voice came from the writhing sunflower.
"I smashed and burned Cheng Shiyun's phone the day she died. The police couldn't even find the ashes, so how can they convict you?"
—"Feng Yue".
"On the night of July 12th, if you hadn't called me to go to school, none of this would have happened."
"I killed Cheng Shiyun, but you also killed her."
The recording is only 15 seconds long.
No one pressed pause, and the recording played over and over again in the room.
Cheng Shiyun was completely stunned.
This is Guo Renyi's voice.
The man's scent suddenly became stronger in the air.
The stench of fish, burnt, bitter, sweaty, and the putrid smell of old tobacco all rushed over at once.
Hearing the sound, Ni Jiaqi entered the bedroom: "Cheng Shiyun?"
Cheng Shiyun turned her head away.
Following the scent, she saw the toes of leather shoes sticking out from the bedroom balcony.
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Author's Note: Here's a ghost story: Guo is still in the bedroom [scared]
More nutrients mean more motivation to write! [Sprinkling flowers]
P.S.: I saw that some readers guessed the toy was foreshadowing, so amazing!!! [See Chapter 21 for details, we finally resolved this foreshadowing! I'm so good too!]
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