Liangfeng Community
The sun was setting as several people stood in front of Song Yunchuan's house. Although they had forgotten to leave their contact information, they knew someone was home when they saw a small light on in the living room.
"He lives alone in such a big house." Gao Wenwen already thought that the three-story house they lived in was luxurious enough, but the house in front of him was even bigger than theirs, which inexplicably felt a bit wasteful.
After the houses are allocated, residents can choose their favorite decoration style if they wish. They just need to apply to the community decoration department in order of queue. The appearance of the buildings they usually see will be different.
The exterior walls of Song Yunchuan's home are painted in a low-saturation gray-brown color. Even under the soft afterglow of sunlight, they appear very dark and deserted, subconsciously keeping people at a distance.
It also seems to confirm that the owner of the house's heart is not all bright and dazzling.
Ding Can went up two steps and said, "I'll knock on the door."
After a few crisp doorbell rings, the door was opened from the inside. Song Yunchuan had changed into comfortable silk pajamas and was holding a teacup in his hand. When he saw her coming, he was surprised for a moment: "Sister Xiao Ding, why are you here?"
Then he noticed that there was someone else behind him and looked back.
Ding Can explained, "This is a friend I live with. I thought since we're going out, we could go together. Do you mind?"
"Of course not," Song Yunchuan made room at the door. "Come in, it's been a while since I've had so many guests here. I usually like to be alone at home, and I'm not that familiar with the neighbors."
Gao Wenwen walked in carrying a large bag: "Brother, haven't you eaten yet?"
"No, I was thinking of asking the robot to help me fry a steak later." Song Yunchuan found a set of porcelain from the bar. There was a household robot standing against the wall of the living room. With its help, the whole house looked very clean and tidy.
"Why eat steak? Besides, there's no aroma at all when the robot cooks it. We didn't eat it either, so we just brought the ingredients. Since there are more people, I can cook a few more dishes." He didn't wait for an answer and went into the kitchen on his own. After opening the refrigerator, he saw that there were only some milk drinks and a few boxes of frozen food in it. It turned out that he couldn't cook.
Xia Jialian stood at the side of the bar and saw the varieties of wine on display in the wine cabinet. "These are all fine wines with collectible value. You look underage."
"You're talking about this," Song Yunchuan glanced over. "This is what my father left behind. He was a bit obsessed with wine, but later on due to health reasons, he couldn't drink it anymore, so I could only keep it as a collection."
"After he passed away, I have kept all of these things as they are. I hope I will never forget him. Please sit down first. I am quite good at making milk tea. You must try it later."
There was a tea maker on the coffee table in the living room. In less than a minute, he had arranged all the utensils, took out tea leaves of even size and put them in the tea maker to boil water. After the tea flavor was fully released, he could add milk.
After finishing all this, Song Yunchuan noticed that the guests had no intention of sitting down. He thought they just wanted to see the decorations in the room. "Let me show you around the house. Tea still needs to be brewed for a while."
Shi Yan walked up the wooden stairs leading to the second floor, making a subtle sound as she stepped on them. "Do you feel a little lonely living alone at home?"
In fact, she wanted to ask if she would feel scared. After all, if she was alone at home and heard other noises at night, it could be quite scary.
"I did at first, but then I got used to it. After all, it's safe in the community and I don't have to worry about thieves."
Ding Can thought of the scene he saw in the surveillance video today, and his heart sank again. There was indeed no thief, but the murderer was even more creepy.
"The house was decorated when your father was still alive, right? It looks quite old. Oh, and I don't think I see any photos in the house. Don't you like photography?"
Just now in the living room, apart from some oil paintings on the walls, I didn't see any real photos.
"Because there are so many, if I put too many in the living room it would look messy, so I just put them all in one room. Here it is."
Song Yunchuan pushed open the door of the largest room in the middle of the second floor. Inside, in the multi-layer cabinets, there were indeed many of his works taken in the community.
On the table in the southwest corner of the room, there is a black and white framed photo. Judging from the style and placement, it is a portrait of a deceased person. There are also simple sacrificial items in front of it, and a small eternal lamp is lit.
"Is this your father?" Ding Can stepped forward to take a look. Perhaps because the filming equipment was relatively old, the clarity of the photo was not very high.
She still remembered the portrait of Song Qi in the museum. Even though there was an age difference, she could be sure that it was not the person in front of her. There was almost no similarity in their facial features. Could it be that her guess was wrong and there was really no relationship between the two of them?
"Well, I've loved photography since I was a child. My father was very supportive and even hired a professional teacher to teach me. After he passed away, I put my photos here. I hope that he can also understand what the world is like now through these photos in the other world."
Ding Can looked through the grids of photos on the cabinet and found that there were relatively few landscape photos. Most of them were scenes that can be seen in daily life and full of life.
It seems that Song Yunchuan still yearns for a better life...
She took small steps forward, but her eyes stopped when they passed by a certain photo. Her hands curled up slightly at her sides, and she felt a little cold in her palms.
Someone was standing next to him, blocking the light from the wall lamp. Ding Can turned around suddenly and saw that it was Yu Fu's face. His tense body relaxed.
In the other corner of the room, Xia Jialian was chatting with Song Yunchuan about photography. Apart from him, no one noticed his unusual behavior.
"What's wrong?" Yu Fu lowered his voice. He had noticed that something was wrong with the person from the beginning.
Ding Can shook his head. Now was not the time to speak. He lowered his eyes and casually picked up a photo frame from among the many frames. He asked nonchalantly, "Xiao Song, did you arrange these according to the time of the photos?"
"Yes, I took a photo of this path on my way home today. The flowers next to it are in full bloom. Once I put more flowers on the top shelf, this cabinet will be full. I'm planning to contact the factory to make two new ones for me."
Song Yunchuan walked over slowly, speaking with a smile on his face, his eyes revealing obvious anticipation.
To prevent the photos from fading due to excessive sunlight during the day, the curtains in this room are kept closed almost all day long, and the room is illuminated by electric lights.
Song Yunchuan stood comfortably against the cabinet. The electric light from the ceiling left a small halo on the top of his head, and the entire outer edge of his head looked furry. It should have been a very gentle scene, but Ding Can felt a chill in his heart.
The reason why she felt so shocked was that she had just seen the scene in the photo not long ago.
It was the section of road where the boy on the bicycle was killed. The memory was so vivid that it was difficult to ignore it.
Song Yunchuan said that it was filmed today. Doesn't that mean that he went there specifically to record the scene after the person was killed?
Looking at those seemingly ordinary photos again now, they are covered with another layer of background.
But this person just started talking at this moment: "Sometimes when I come here to look at photos, I can clearly feel the change of seasons. Look at this one, I took it in the late winter of last year. It snowed very heavily the night before, and when I woke up that morning, there were a lot of people playing snowball fights outside."
The brick-red benches in the park, the shimmering waterside of the lush water plants, the towering trees, the piano room bathed in sunlight...
When you see it for the first time, you will feel happy. No one will ever think that there are living lives behind it.
"Sister Xiao Ding, are you feeling a little unwell?" Now even Song Yunchuan could notice that her face was a little pale.
Ding Can forced a smile and said, "Maybe it's because of a little low blood sugar. It's okay, it's just an old problem. I'll be fine after eating something. Why don't we go downstairs first?"
She even began to feel that there were hidden dangers everywhere in this house, and it was not a wise choice to explore rashly.
Shi Yan happened to have a bag of candy in her coat, and she handed it to her, wanting to help her go out together. Ding Can actually couldn't eat anything at that time, but because of the gazes from the people next to her, she tore open the wrapper and ate it.
The sweet taste spread in the mouth, and it seemed to be even more uncomfortable.
"You go first, I'll tidy up and go down later." Song Yunchuan put the photo frames that had been moved on the cabinet back into a square shape, but the angles of inclination were slightly different.
Overall, they are all facing the direction of his father's portrait. From the perspective of the portrait, all the photos can be seen at a glance.
Ding Can glanced at his back and left the room quickly.
Xia Jialian folded his hands on the table and asked, "Do you suspect that the malicious elimination plan has something to do with Song Qi?"
There were invisible surveillance cameras everywhere in the room. In order to avoid the content of the conversation being detected through lip movements, although the postures of the few people were casual, they all tacitly turned their backs to the surveillance cameras.
"What is there to doubt? Isn't it obvious?" Gao Wenwen still had some traces of flour on her face. She was wearing an apron and standing slightly to the side. She couldn't help but glance upstairs, fearing that Song Yunchuan would suddenly appear.
"He did these things to prove something to his father. Starting from this angle, we can get the truth faster."
In the previous narration, Song Yunchuan said that his father passed away due to illness three years ago, which has always been a regret in his heart, but it is obvious that the authenticity of this story is questionable.
This person's name and identity may be fake, but he looks so young.
Yu Fu poured a cup of warm water and handed it over. "He's lived alone for a long time and avoided socializing with neighbors. He must be afraid of exposing himself by socializing too much. We're visiting his home today. Maybe we can really find some clues based on his reactions."
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