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Nian Jinsi appeared at the kitchen door and the two of them immediately stopped talking.
Shentu Hai walked out, and Nian Jinsi's eyes flickered between her and Zhuang Xiaodie, pricking her skin like needles. She pretended not to feel anything.
Adults are very good at putting on expressions of concern, actually guiding people in the direction they want. If you fall into their trap without realizing it, it will be troublesome. Shentu Hai simply doesn't believe that Zhuang Xiaodie would care about him - they are not on the same side. Nian Jinsi and Zhuang Xiaodie are the ones in the same group.
Let the wolf into the house.
What to do next? Find evidence?
Shentu Hai sat at her computer, flipping through Wei Yuling's past messages, reading them word for word. She'd been texting him when she'd learned of his death. Later, she read through their messages from the beginning. They were all meaningless, so boring that they made her want to laugh. What to eat today, what to eat later, where to go on the weekend, where a new milk tea shop had opened, what snacks to eat, what movie to watch.
The more she turned over the pages, the more she wondered how Wei Yuling could possibly be dead. Wei Yuling was clearly still alive. At night, she curled up in bed, holding her phone and reading about their past. When her grandmother got up at night and saw that the light was still on in her room, she walked in, sat by the bed, and touched her head without saying anything. At that time, she held her grandmother's hand, as if touching the rough bark of a tree. The old woman's hands were covered with age spots, like the rings of a tree. At that time, she suddenly realized that one day her grandmother would also leave. It was as if a hand reached into her heart and took out all the contents, like taking out the cotton from a doll.
She clutched her grandmother's hand and burst into tears. Her grandmother held her and rocked her gently, just like when she was little. Her grandmother thought she was just sad for her friend.
She was not afraid of being left behind, but of living alone. She was not afraid of death, but of living alone.
Now, at this moment, Shentu Hai didn't cry. She felt like her tears had dried up. She stared at the screen, paying attention to every punctuation mark, but after flipping through the pages, there was still nothing. Daybreak had already dawned, and the birds chirped in unison. Shentu Hai hunched over the table, her eyes sore, her body exhausted, yet her spirit strangely energized.
After this night, she still came to the same conclusion - Wei Yuling would not commit suicide.
Yes, Wei Yuling would not commit suicide.
Zhuang Xiaodie's statement about Wei Dahe is merely a guess. From her perspective, she suggests that Wei Dahe believed Shentu Hai had evidence. Either she truly knew something, and what the evidence was, but she was deliberately concealing it. Or, if she knew nothing, she was merely guessing—but if she knew nothing, why would Wei Dahe follow her?
Shentu Hai didn't think Wei Dahao would do something in vain, but after the police had already determined that Wei Yuling committed suicide, and after she had been buried for so long, why would he come to cause trouble again?
If Zhuang Xiaodie knew something, she looked remarkably calm when she first saw her drawing of Wei Dahe, with only a hint of confusion. It was completely impossible to tell if she had any connection or entanglement with him. If they were just casual acquaintances, Wei Dahe wouldn't have stalked her like that.
if……
A strange feeling suddenly surged in Shentu Hai's heart. If what Zhuang Xiaodie knew was related to Wei Yuling, in fact, Zhuang Xiaodie's question was very strange.
"Is it possible that he wants to get rid of you?" Upon hearing Zhuang Xiaodie's words, Shen Tuhai subconsciously followed her hint. But now that he thought about it, what connection did Wei Dahe have with him? In essence, there was none. The so-called "relationship" between them was merely a thread connecting Wei Dahe's beating, Wei Yuling's death, and the police investigation. Now that this thread was broken, if he had anything that could threaten this person, he would definitely not give up just like that.
Shentu Hai suddenly paused. She had gotten up to sleep, but the bed was piled high with clothes, leaving no room for her. Now she was sitting on the edge of the bed, haphazardly sorting through the clothes she had dried yesterday, and they still smelled of the dry sun.
Wei Dahai was following Zhuang Xiaodie at that time, but he never took action. Why?
Zhuang Xiaodie appeared to be alone, but her surroundings were often covered by surveillance cameras or other people. Even when Shentu Hai slept under the bridge with her, there were several other people around, both men and women, though they didn't interact with each other at the time.
So - did Wei Daha give up?
The shirt became wrinkled under her hands, and Shentu Hai's heart beat faster and faster. She had forgotten that she was folding clothes. She stood up suddenly. Although she felt dizzy due to not sleeping all night, she immediately walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked down.
No one was there. This made her relax a little. She glanced at the time. It was five o'clock, still early. Zhuang Xiaodie hadn't left for work yet. She sat back down. The reason Wei Dahai wasn't there was, firstly, there was a gated entrance. Although it was an old neighborhood, it wasn't easy to get in. Secondly, with Zhuang Xiaodie watching, he didn't need to show up for the time being.
If Zhuang Xiaodie was Wei Dahe's accomplice, then her question had a reason. She was testing what she knew and what she didn't. Shen Tuhai immediately checked the door—it was locked. She had developed this good habit since Zhuang Xiaodie arrived.
If she had let the cat out of the bag yesterday, Zhuang Xiaodie might have found an opportunity. If she scolded her, would Zhuang Xiaodie have called Wei Dahe over? Was she involved in Wei Yuling's death?
——Could she be one of the murderers?
Shentu Hai trembled all over. She grabbed the shirt, now crumpled like old newspaper, and swung it away. She swung it hard several times, but the shirt still hung wrinkled. She stared at the creases in the fabric. She thought it should be ironed. But the iron at home was ten years old. She had bought a clothes iron before, but where did she get rid of it?
If Zhuang Xiaodie is one of the murderers, wouldn't that be tantamount to walking into a trap?
Shen Tu Hai's hands, clutching her clothes, trembled slightly. Her eyes widened like a hunter stalking her prey. If Zhuang Xiaodie discovered the situation first and joined forces with Wei Dahe, along with that woman who only cared about reading the news, she would have no chance of winning.
But now she was the first to discover what was happening. Shentu Hai slowly crouched down, lying on the edge of the bed, his shirttails dangling to the ground. She was completely oblivious. Now, at this moment, it was Zhuang Xiaodie and Nian Jinsi who were unaware. It was Wei Dahe who was unaware.
She seized the opportunity. This chance was crucial, and she couldn't act rashly. After all, she was on her own, and if she made a mistake, there would be no turning back. She had to plan carefully before acting, she thought, without alerting the enemy. She needed to find a win-win solution, one that could defeat them one by one. Nian Jinsi seemed mentally unstable, so she should eliminate Zhuang Xiaodie first.
——Or, them together?
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