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"The base penalty for intentional homicide is death penalty, life imprisonment or imprisonment of 10 years or more. Juvenile offenders must receive a lighter or reduced sentence based on the base penalty."
"If the base sentence is 10 years, maybe they can reduce it," Jiang Qing read the articles, circling the words "mitigated or reduced" with her pen. "He's out now."
Lin Nanyan paused, "That's possible."
He turned his head to look at Jiang Qing. The girl was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and the coffee table was covered with her notes. She stared at the paper with a straight line on her lips.
Lin Nanyan: "Perhaps we can start with Senior Sister Jiang Qing's family. As the victim's family, they should know something."
Jiang Qing's mood suddenly worsened upon hearing this: "My original plan was to build a good relationship with Senior Sister Jiang Qing first, gradually getting familiar with her life, and then having a deep and honest conversation. But the accident happened too suddenly, and I know nothing about her except who she is."
Lin Nanyan was silent for a moment and said, "Since she attends Jiangyuan No. 1 Middle School, according to the school's enrollment area, her family most likely lives north of Shui'an District."
"The northern part of Shui'an District is so big, and we don't know anyone there. Besides, after all these years, we don't know if their family has moved," Jiang Qing scoffed at him. "Your method is worse than what I suggested. At least there are only five prisons in the city, so the area is smaller."
She put down her phone, pen and paper, and thought blankly, "So because of the limited information we have, we can't find anything. The best way is to go back before the senior dies..."
She didn't say the rest of the words, but Lin Nanyan and Jiang Qing both knew why.
She is scared.
If she goes back without knowing anything, can she really save Senior Jiang Qing in time?
If we make the same mistake again, can we turn back time next time?
At least, before Jiang Qing regained her courage, before she stopped trembling when recalling that night, she didn't dare to gamble, and she couldn't gamble.
Lin Nanyan picked up the ball of paper that the girl had crumpled up and thrown on the ground. He unfolded it with his fingertips, smoothed it out, and piled it into a pile.
"Wait a little longer."
He raised his eyelashes slightly, "We can go out for a walk first..."
Jiang Qing was so angry that she crumpled up the paper in her hand and threw it at the man, "It's already this late, and you're still acting like a parrot!"
The paper ball hit the man's chest, bounced twice, and rolled to his feet. Lin Nanyan calmly picked it up and continued his interrupted words as usual: "Maybe we'll find some clues."
Jiang Qing: “…”
You can't blame her for misunderstanding. It was clearly Lin Nanyan who kept whispering in her ear that made her think the wrong thing.
Out of sight, out of mind, she turned around and lay deflated on the table, her face facing Lin Nanyan, and one side of her body was immediately flattened.
As far as the eye could see, the space between the coffee table and the sofa was so narrow that the man had to bend his long legs when sitting there.
Lin Nanyan's eyes were calm as he patiently put the pens and papers scattered all over the table back in their places, tidying up the desktop that had been messed up by Jiang Qing.
Then he took out a wet wipe, took Jiang Qing's hand, and carefully wiped her finger which had been stained with a small black spot of ink at some point.
Jiang Qing didn't move, just lay there looking at the man.
From her perspective, the first button on Lin Nanyan's neck was unbuttoned, revealing his fair skin and protruding Adam's apple, which was inexplicably attractive.
Looking down, she saw a black shirt tightly wrapped around the thin muscles of the boy she had touched before. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and the ridges and valleys of his upper body were hidden, giving off a mature and ascetic aura.
Their fingertips touched, warm and moist.
Jiang Qing moved her fingers slightly, and suddenly grabbed Lin Nanyan's fingers with her backhand. When she met the man's gaze, she chose to ignore it.
“The first time I came back was on the day of the art museum, and the second time was on the day of the mountain climbing.”
"Once it was Song Yao, and once it was Jiang Qing."
She whispered, "When they're hurt."
Lin Nanyan's eyes moved up from his clasped hands: "You mean that if someone gets hurt you will return to the present."
Jiang Qing blinked: "We can't rule out this speculation."
"But why Song Yao and Jiang Qing?" Lin Nanyan asked, following her line of thought.
Jiang Qing was momentarily stunned by the question. "I don't know."
Song Yao and Jiang Qing are from No. 2 Middle School and No. 1 Middle School respectively. One is in the second year of high school and the other is in the third year of high school. They are two people who have nothing in common and have nothing in common at all.
She thought about what they had in common.
"They are all students, and they have all been hurt. More importantly—" Jiang Qing looked at Lin Nanyan, "I didn't know them before."
"Is there a possibility," Jiang Qing said, suddenly realizing something. She jumped up, "that every time I go back to the past and meet a new friend, she will use time travel to warn me when she's hurt?"
Although Lin Nanyan had been prepared for a long time, he was still surprised by the girl's magical thought process.
Jiang Qing's eyes lit up. "I met Song Yao on the bus. She got blocked, so I came back. I met Jiang at school..."
"That's not right," she paused, "I took the initiative to get to know Senior Jiang Qing because of that invitation letter that was sent to the wrong address."
"That invitation..." Jiang Qing turned around suddenly, "Did you send it?"
Lin Nanyan remained calm as the girl stared at him. "Why do you ask that?"
"How could it be such a coincidence that you answered my call right after receiving that letter?" Jiang Qing couldn't help but get angry when she thought of the scene. She squeezed his knuckles tightly with her hands and gritted her teeth. "You eavesdropped on my conversation and then hung up while I wasn't paying attention."
Lin Nanyan was silent for a moment, and opened his mouth to say something, but Jiang Qing interrupted him in time.
"Think it over carefully first. Someone who was seventeen years old reminded me that someone sent it to the wrong place on purpose." She placed more emphasis on the last half of the sentence.
Lin Nanyan glanced at his palms which were ravaged red, and wisely did not move, letting the girl do whatever she wanted.
He said, “I sent it.”
As soon as the man finished speaking, it was like thunder coming out of nowhere.
Although Jiang Qing thought it might be Lin Nanyan, she couldn't completely rule out the possibility that it was someone else. The man admitted the matter so cleanly and neatly that she felt as if she was in a dream.
"W-why?" she asked.
Lin Nanyan: "Those memories that suddenly appeared once made me very confused. I wondered where these memories came from and why they appeared."
"I carefully sorted through all my memories, from the past that had never been changed to the two memories that suddenly appeared." He paused, "I suddenly realized that there was a person in there who we had never cared about in the past, but who kept appearing in our high school life and was hard to ignore."
"Who?" Jiang Qing had a vague premonition.
"Senior Jiang Qing."
It turned out to be my senior.
"To be more precise, Jiang Jiang, she is following you." Lin Nanyue looked at Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing closed her eyes. "What evidence do you have?"
"Senior sister always appears not far from you, in the playground, classroom, and cafeteria. She is inconspicuous, but if you look carefully, you can always find her shadow." Lin Nanyan's words were very straightforward, so straightforward that Jiang Qing could hardly control herself and recalled the little things she had experienced with Senior Sister Jiang Qing as he spoke.
The first time she and Song Shuang went to see Senior Jiang Qing, they didn't even go to her class, but she suddenly appeared from behind them.
When she invited the senior to join their team, she was quickly spotted on campus.
They went to a small supermarket to buy snacks, and Senior Jiang Qing followed them.
Every time she looked back, Senior Jiang Qing seemed to be just in the distance, as if she never had to make an effort to look for her. She and Senior Jiang Qing always met by chance.
Once is a coincidence, twice is accidental, can three or four times still be called an accident?
Jiang Qing didn't want to think like this, but she couldn't help thinking about it.
The senior student already knew Jiang Qing long before she took the initiative.
Jiang Qing couldn't understand why.
The people who were originally simple and clear seemed to become blurred.
"What about you?" She opened her eyes. "You can prepare an invitation letter with Senior Jiang Qing's name and student number printed on it in a short time, and then find a courier to deliver it to me on time."
"Don't tell me you can do magic."
"Of course I can't do magic tricks," Lin Nanyan said with a smile on his face. "My time is out of sync with yours."
"My memory suddenly became confused three days ago, but you just went back to the past yesterday, Jiang Jiang. We are out of sync."
Jiang Qing fell into deep thought: "In other words, you know the plot before me."
"Then next time I go through, can you also predict the future?" Her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly grabbed Lin Nanyan and shook him. "Did anything suddenly appear in your mind now?"
Lin Nanyan was shaken so much that his breath was unstable: "I'm afraid not."
"Why?" Jiang Qing was poured with a basin of cold water.
"If you were to go back in time right now, I would have had relevant memories before, but now my brain is normal."
Hearing this, Jiang Qing withdrew her hand in disappointment and glanced at him with a hint of disgust.
It can't even find a way to leak something, so what's the use of it!
Suddenly she thought of something and turned around to question him, but Lin Nanyan seemed to have guessed what she was thinking.
He said, "I received my first memory three days ago. It happened that the company was sending someone back home, so I flew back with you. But I found out that you seemed to know nothing about it, so I prepared that letter just in case."
"I only received my second memory when I confirmed that you had also returned to the past. By the time I told you, it was already too late."
"Time is flowing in chronological order. If we continue at this rate, Jiang Jiang," he said, looking at Jiang Qing seriously, "next time, I will receive my memories later than you."
Jiang Qing murmured, "When I go back to the past, time is going backwards, and when I go back to the present, time is moving forwards, like a symmetrical mirror image of each other."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter even if you don't know." She forced herself to cheer up.
She was the only one left again.
"It's not that I don't know, it's that I found out later than you did," Lin Nanyan said helplessly. "Why, do you still want to keep it a secret from me by taking advantage of the information gap?"
Jiang Qing looked up at the sky and down at the ground, but she didn't look at him: "Oh, am I that petty?"
Lin Nanyan: "You are."
Jiang Qing roared angrily: "...Can you speak?!"
"Good or bad, I'll know sooner or later." Lin Nanyan bent down, holding the girl's shoulders and looking at her. "So, you have to tell me the whole story, okay?"
"Why are you so serious all of a sudden?" Jiang Qing was startled by his sudden serious tone.
"Jiang Jiang, promise me."
"I promise you," Jiang Qing lowered her eyes, waved his hand away and turned around, "as long as you don't regret it."
Just like he said, he would know sooner or later, so why should she hide it from him?
Anyway, since I didn't see it with my own eyes, the impact of those sad and painful emotions shouldn't be that great... right?
The ringing of a cell phone interrupted the gradually becoming delicate atmosphere between the two.
"Hey, Mom, what's wrong? The invoice book? Wait, let me look," Jiang Qing bent over and rummaged through the cabinet under the TV. "I found it. Is it the thick stack of it with the black U-shaped pins?"
"Okay, I'll take it to you. Where are you?"
"I know. Don't worry, I'll be there soon."
Jiang Qing hung up the phone and looked at Lin Nanyan who was standing next to her. "I'm going to the police station. What about you?"
Lin Nanyan consciously took Jiang Qing's bag and stuffed the keys and phone into it: "I'll go with you."
Jiang Qing glanced sideways. "Didn't you return home for your future? You're not working today?"
Lin Nanyan: "Just opened, closed today."
"Heh!" Jiang Qing sneered.
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