Chapter 35 001 Is his partner really the murderer?
"Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding!"
The alarm clock rang.
The next second, a cold white arm stretched out from under the quilt and accurately turned off the alarm.
Having lost his sight for so long, Wu Cisheng has forgotten what he saw every day when he opened his eyes before he became blind.
He used to think that a blind person would see only darkness, but when he became blind, he realized that what a blind person sees is not darkness, but an indescribable void.
Wu Cisheng lay on the bed, counted to three in his mind, and then sat up.
Before getting out of bed, he reached out to touch the area beside him and felt a warm bulge next to him. He then realized that his partner was still sleeping.
Thinking that his partner usually seemed to resist him touching his face, Wu Cisheng only touched his shoulder, and after confirming the position, he stopped touching him.
My partner came back very late last night, after Wu Cisheng fell asleep.
Because he couldn't see at the time, he was startled by the sudden heat source next to him, but he soon realized that it was none other than his married partner.
He could clearly hear his partner's heartbeat, and could vaguely sense that he seemed to be in poor condition.
If his partner was a sentinel, Wu Cisheng, as a guide, would provide him with spiritual counseling, but unfortunately his partner was just an ordinary person.
He had no mental power, nor an external spiritual body, so Wu Cisheng could not directly release the guiding element to comfort his partner, nor could he enter the mental picture and look through his memories and emotions like turning the pages of a book. He could only ask.
"You're back so late again, have you been busy lately?"
"Yes, there's been some new progress in the last experiment, and I've been following up recently." The partner sighed softly, and the warm breath sprayed on Wu Cisheng's ear. "I hope to make a breakthrough soon."
Wu Cisheng's partner is a well-known local entrepreneur. His group owns a pharmaceutical factory. As the boss, he didn't have to do it himself, but regarding the last experiment, he said it was a new drug related to treating his eyes.
After hearing this, Wu Cisheng's tone became a little gentler: "You should also have a good rest."
Wu Cisheng thought that his partner was very tired, so he decided not to wake him up and let him sleep well.
So he carefully used his feet to feel for the slippers beside the bed, put on the slippers based on his memory, fumbled for the ring on the bedside table, opened the first layer, found an earphone and put it into his right ear.
He puts it on and taps it to turn it on. An electronic sound starts playing, including today's date, the weather, the outdoor and indoor temperatures, what to wear when traveling, and important events he has written down in his memo.
Listening to the electronic broadcast, Wu Cisheng slowly groped his way out of the bedroom.
Although he was blind, he began to adapt to the life of a blind person after being blind for a long time, and even learned some unique skills that belong only to the blind.
Just like even though he couldn't see, when he woke up, he only needed to smell the moist air with the smell of dew to know that it must have rained last night.
The first rain since spring returned to the city and autumn arrived added a bit of chill to the air.
Wu Cisheng fumbled to find a coat for himself, then left the bedroom and walked towards the washing area, washing and combing his hair quietly.
When his fingertips touched the end of his hair, Wu Cisheng seemed to touch the concrete time and sighed in his heart: my hair has grown a little longer without me noticing.
I remember that I had my hair cut below my ears before, but now it’s loose and the ends have already reached my collarbone. It seems like it’s time to find time to get a haircut.
Because he is blind, Wu Cisheng is extremely sensitive to other people's voices, smells and even changes in air flow. Also because he is blind, most of the time he will mobilize all his senses and pay attention to all unusual movements around him.
However, at home, you don’t need to be so focused on being aware of your surroundings.
Because he had walked there so many times, Wu Cisheng relied solely on his physical memory to quickly walk to the kitchen and stopped precisely in front of the refrigerator.
He opened the refrigerator door and was greeted by a cool breeze. He fumbled to take out four eggs and a bottle of milk.
The flour bag is located in the cabinet below the gas stove, and the cabinet for tableware is next to the flour bag. They are next to each other and very easy to find.
Wu Cisheng opened the cabinets and touched each one, finding the basin he wanted by touch. He then opened the cabinet containing flour and scooped two bowls of low-gluten flour into the small basin.
Beat four eggs into two flour bowls respectively, and start mixing them one by one.
This process requires him to stir with one hand and quickly pour the milk in with the other. He can't see, so he just relies on his hands to feel how well the milk is mixed.
After adding the sugar and five-spice powder, the two bowls of batter were almost done. He started to light the fire and preheat the electric griddle. Wu Cisheng had experience with this. As long as he could feel a slight warmth when he placed his hand in the air, it was time to fry the batter.
Pour the batter into the pot, cover it tightly, wait for a while, and when you hear the prompt tone, open it and you can smell the aroma.
When he has enough time, Wu Cisheng will add some other side dishes, such as shredded potatoes, chopped leeks and carrots, etc.
Not today. The electronic voice in the headset just reminded him that the first item on the memo was to go to the radio station early today to attend the end-of-month summary meeting.
Wu Cisheng does have a job as a host at a radio station. His program is quite light-hearted, and he simply answers listeners' questions about their emotional lives over the Internet.
He actually quite likes this job.
As the last steaming omelet was fried, the rice cooker that had been scheduled the night before also made a beeping sound, indicating that the program was completed.
Wu Cisheng carefully placed a serving of red date millet porridge on the table and was about to serve a second bowl when footsteps came from the bedroom again. Without even looking up, he said, "Are you awake? Come over, wash your hands and have dinner."
The footsteps continued to approach, and Wu Cisheng felt a warmth on his back. It was his partner hugging him from behind.
"Sorry, Cisheng, I overslept today." His partner hugged him tighter, pressing his cheek against Wu Cisheng's back, and said in a muffled voice, "I will get up early tomorrow to do it with you..."
"Nothing." Wu Cisheng patted the back of his hand to signal him to let go: "Eat quickly, your portion is here..."
The partner's voice was still earnest: "By the way, Cisheng, how is the matter I discussed with you before going?"
The matter he mentioned about discussing with Wu Cisheng was most likely related to the child.
Since the emergence of aliens, the world has seen rapid development of technologies in biomedical fields. Artificial wombs, a technology that once sounded like a fantasy, have made certain progress. However, due to various reasons, they have not yet been widely circulated.
But this was nothing to Wu Cisheng's partner. He had the means to reserve a quota in advance, and he had always wanted to have a child with Wu Cisheng.
What about Wu Cisheng himself?
He chewed the bread he made slowly, thinking about the seasoning: "Let's talk about it later. I think it's a bit too early to think about this now."
As if sensing Wu Cisheng's resolute attitude, his partner compromised and slowed down his tone: "Okay then..."
The mumbling becomes even worse later on.
Those breath sounds stuck in the throat would definitely not be heard by ordinary people, but Wu Cisheng is a B-level guide. Although his five senses are not as sensitive as the sentinel, they are still much stronger than ordinary people.
He heard his partner say that she really wanted to have a child who looked very much like Wu Cisheng, whether it was a boy or a girl. She also said that since Wu Cisheng was so handsome, the child would definitely look like him and would be very good-looking too.
He even started thinking of names for his children.
While muttering to herself, her partner's eyes lingered between Wu Cisheng's face and the wedding ring on his hand.
Wu Cisheng could hear and feel it, but he still looked clueless: "I'm done eating. I have a meeting this morning, so I'm leaving now."
"I'll take you..." His partner seemed to suddenly remember something. "Okay. Be careful on the road."
It’s not very far from my home to my workplace, just over one kilometer in total. I need to cross three intersections and turn twice on the way.
Wu Cisheng, who had walked this road many times, was very familiar with it. He held the guide stick in his hand and tapped it as he walked.
As he walked into the gate on the first floor, he heard a new receptionist whispering with the old employee who was with her.
One praised him for his good looks and lamented that he was blind, while the other expressed doubt: "Is this true? Can he really not see? Why doesn't he look like he can..."
At the same second, Wu Cisheng heard a beep and knew that the gate had been opened. He walked through quickly and relied on the guide's mental power to sense an unknown obstacle ahead.
"Hey, that bucket was accidentally left there by the cleaning lady this morning. He really could have seen it, right?"
"Keep your voice down, people can hear you."
The voices of the two receptionists had faded away, but Wu Cisheng suddenly remembered something for no reason.
In fact, he didn't adapt in this way when he first lost his vision. After all, it takes a normal person a day or two to accept the sudden loss of vision.
Wu Cisheng thought of the days when he stumbled and fell constantly, and at the same time, he recalled the days before he was with his partner for the first time in a long time.
At that time, he could still see the blue sky and white clouds...
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Wu Cisheng is both lucky and unfortunate.
Fortunately, the year he was born, the continuous wars finally showed signs of ending, and then there was an exciting piece of good news coming from the front.
According to a certain daily newspaper, they extracted DNA samples from several soldiers returning from the war and found that some people's genes had mutated, giving them abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. They believe this is an "adaptive evolution" that is beneficial to human survival.
On an ordinary night, a dozen farmers gathered in front of an old TV in the living room of the only family in the village with a TV. They didn't even bother to eat the rice in their bowls, but just stared intently at the picture on the screen, unwilling to move for even a second.
Inside, a genetically mutated soldier is giving a demonstration.
Wow, this is amazing. Such a thick steel plate was easily bent in the hands of the "mutant soldier", and he jumped out of the camera with a light leap. Someone was whispering from more than ten meters away, and he could actually repeat it completely.
After watching one demonstration after another, the men, women, young and old in front of the screen fell into a short period of excitement and excitement!
Especially after the demonstration, the host imagined the future in front of the camera, saying that they would focus on studying the root causes of mutations to ensure that more people can participate in this "evolution" in the future. He also said that the war will end soon and the future will be better!
Thinking that there would finally be no war, that the children who had been away from home would finally be able to come home, and that everyone might have such wonderful superpowers in the future, for a long time, everyone's face in the streets and alleys of countless cities was filled with happy smiles.
At that time, Wu Cisheng was already in his mother's womb, and he might have accompanied her to watch that exciting demonstration. - Yes, his family was well-off at the time, and they didn't need to go to other people's houses to borrow a TV; they had one at home.
At that time, there was no concept of sentinels or guides. It was not until three months before Wu Cisheng was born that a certain daily newspaper issued another emergency statement, saying that there were two known directions of evolution, and that not everyone could be like in the demonstration. There were also some mutants who looked like ordinary people on the surface, but they would have another special ability.
The terms sentinel and guide were proposed for the first time in the report, which also clarified the two evolutionary directions.
It can be said that Wu Cisheng witnessed with his own eyes how his country rebuilt the city step by step from the post-war recovery period, how it rapidly restored the economy, and how the streets changed from being filled with bicycles to being filled with cars. He also fully experienced the ups and downs of the guide's status.
When he was just born, most people had not yet come out of the state of war. Sentinels with stronger physical fitness were naturally more popular, while guides, aliens with physical fitness similar to ordinary people, were considered useless waste.
It was not until later that more and more sentinels suffered mental riots and injuries occurred frequently. After watching outstanding sentinel soldiers die one after another due to lack of spiritual guidance from their guides, the importance of guides became apparent.
During that period, the treatment of guides, who accounted for a relatively small proportion of the total mutant population, suddenly went up, and their status became unprecedentedly high, so high that it was simply outrageous.
That year, the first tower in the capital was built, and many generous conditions were offered to recruit guides and sentinels from all over the country. In response, many local towers were built.
It was also that year that sixteen-year-old Wu Cisheng was fortunate enough to become one of the first naturally awakened people and successfully passed the admission to become one of the first students of the Capital Tower.
Of course, no one would forget such an important milestone that is worthy of being included in textbooks, but what about Wu Cisheng’s life outside the textbooks?
Six years before the Capital Tower was built, Wu Cisheng’s grandmother, who loved him dearly, passed away. Soon after, he and his mother were kicked out by his aunt, who said that it was unacceptable for a married daughter to stay in her parents’ home.
My uncle was a timid person, not daring to openly oppose my aunt. He could only secretly give a little money to my sister and nephew. It wasn't much, after all, he had to hand over all his salary, and it was not easy to save some money.
As for his father?
Many soldiers did return from the front line when the war ended, but the fact that some returned did not mean that all of them returned. Wu Cisheng's father was one of the soldiers who did not return.
As far as he can remember, Wu Cisheng has lived with his grandparents. The old couple felt sorry for their youngest daughter who had lost her husband, and they also felt sorry for this poor grandson who had lost his father at a young age, so they loved him very much.
Grandpa passed away when Wu Cisheng was eight years old. The last people the old man saw before he died were Wu Cisheng's mother and then Wu Cisheng.
At that time, my grandmother was at home, so my aunt had no reason to get angry. Two years later, my grandmother's health deteriorated, and before she died, she was still worried about her youngest daughter and grandson.
The old lady could barely speak clearly. She looked with great effort at her daughter whose eyes were swollen from crying, and then at her grandson who was growing up day by day. Her last words were: "Xiaoci, you have to grow up quickly..."
Perhaps at that time, grandma understood what situation the mother and son would face after her death, so she secretly left some private money.
The money was not much, but together with his uncle's occasional private help, it was barely enough for Wu Cisheng and his mother to rent a small place to stay and live a tight life after being kicked out.
Let’s talk about the tower again.
The tower's later buildings, equipment, and even various rules were not there at the beginning. They were all slowly figured out through experience and lessons. In the early days, they were extremely simple and were completely a makeshift team.
Wu Cisheng was harassed a lot shortly after he entered the school. Different sentries wanted him to help them sort out their restless spirits after training in various ways, some direct, some subtle, some gentle, some rough.
Although he is not an advanced guide, but just an ordinary B-level, Wu Cisheng himself has excellent grades, handsome appearance, gentle temper, respect for teachers, and friendly and caring towards classmates.
With his excellent interpersonal skills, he was successfully elected as the first president of the student union with an astonishing support rate.
At this time, the student union president is not a small and empty position, but actually has many rights and resources, and can even directly participate in the subsequent construction of the tower.
Before he even graduated, Wu Cisheng's future was already bright and smooth.
Until that happened...
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The academic year at the tower has not always been five years. At least when Wu Cisheng was studying there, it was still a six-year system.
The first four years are mainly spent on various studies and training in the tower, and the last two years are spent on assignments.
When they first start a mission, they will be guided by seniors, and gradually complete it independently. Finally, they will be scored based on their performance over the past two years and assigned to different regions and positions based on the scores.
Wu Cisheng was already in his third year that year. He had no problem with both theory and practical application, and would be able to accept an assignment soon. He had even chosen the seniors he would follow.
He was eighteen years old that year. One day after participating in a volunteer activity, a group of young people insisted on having a party. During the party, he found an excuse to leave and planned to return to the tower alone.
On the way, he called his mother who was far away in his hometown. Fortunately that day, his mother was awake for a long time. He asked about her health and talked a lot about his performance in the tower.
This included but was not limited to what awards he had won, how many new friends he had made, and he also promised to bring his mother over once his job became stable in the future.
We kept chatting until the phone got hot and then I hung up reluctantly.
After hanging up the phone, Wu Cisheng happened to come to a fork in the road: one was the main road he usually took, which might take him a little further back to the tower; the other was a narrow alley, which might be closer to the tower.
When he was about to walk along the original road, a very faint cry came from the alley, like that of a kitten that had just been born.
A sharp and thin meow.
Spring had arrived, and the weather was gradually warming. It was indeed peak season for stray cats to give birth, so the meowing of kittens was quite normal. A tipsy Wu Cisheng didn't think much of it and continued walking deeper into the alley.
He thought that a female cat nearby had given birth in some corner, and then he remembered that the weather forecast said it would rain heavily later, so he decided to go and take a look.
If the kittens are too young, he will probably have to buy some pet-specific milk powder and then find adoptable ones when they grow up. He has a lot of friends and can always find a home for them by asking around.
He walked deeper step by step.
He was preoccupied with his own affairs and paid no attention to his surroundings. When he realized something was wrong and wanted to turn around, he was hit hard from behind and fainted.
When he woke up again, Wu Cisheng was lying in an unknown hospital. The burning pain in his eyeballs was secondary. He only heard one sentence: "Corrosive chemicals entered my eyes and caused severe corneal burns."
He asked the doctor if he could still see.
The doctor was silent.
Wu Cisheng understood.
If a person is born blind and has never seen the color of the sky since birth and has not felt what the world is like, then the impact of blindness on this person is not as great as imagined.
But if a person has seen this colorful world, knows the colors of flowers, knows what the sun looks like, and has seen the rainbow after the rain, and suddenly everything is taken away, the huge gap and pain can only be understood by those who have experienced it.
Wu Cisheng was in a daze for the first month. His memory during that period could not even be connected into a complete piece, but was fragmented.
He couldn't accept himself like this, so even though his good friends, teachers, and many classmates who knew him wanted to come and visit him, he refused to see any of them. He didn't want to see any of them.
In order to avoid them, Wu Cisheng stumbled and tried to run out of the hospital, but he couldn't.
At that time, Wu Cisheng seemed to have returned to the chaotic state when he was born and could not walk. Any step he took could lead to a bottomless abyss.
In this extremely bad situation, he met his future partner. He was neither a sentinel nor a guide, just an ordinary person.
It was he who accompanied Wu Cisheng to the nearby police station to file a report, and it was he and Wu Cisheng who listened together to the final investigation results on his case of being attacked by unknown persons:
"We checked and found no surveillance cameras on that stretch of road. We also visited nearby residents and they all said they didn't see any suspicious individuals. The first person to spot you was a sanitation worker passing by. He has no suspicion or motive for committing the crime."
The unfamiliar voice said this, and finally said lightly: "We will continue to investigate later. If there is any new situation, we will contact you again. Leave your phone number and let me know when I get back."
Wu Cisheng fell silent.
To make matters worse, he didn't even have much time to grieve before another unexpected disaster struck him quietly.
Wu Cisheng received a call from Tane asking about the whereabouts of a huge expenditure. He suspected that Wu Cisheng was using his power for personal gain and suspended him from his position as student union president on this basis.
Bad things happened one after another, and Wu Cisheng participated in a hearing that he could not see at all. He didn't know what the evidence was, nor did he know where to start refutation.
His reputation is ruined.
His life was ruined.
He had originally planned to commit suicide, but it was his partner, who was a kind passerby at the time, who encouraged him. It was his partner who told Wu Cisheng, who wanted to escape from the past, that he could take him to a place where no one knew him and start a new life.
Wu Cisheng...agreed.
So that year, he went to Chunhui City and started a new life. In the first year, he was still in a daze, not going out, not seeing people, and spending all day eating and sleeping.
It was only in the second year that I began to learn the basic skills that I had learned as a child, such as how to walk, how to cross the road, how to use a blind stick, how to identify obstacles in front, etc.
Wu Cisheng never told his mother about his blindness and what happened in the tower. After all, the woman had always been in poor mental health. If she knew that something like this had happened to her son, it would definitely have a serious impact on her.
Therefore, even when Wu Cisheng didn't want to talk or refused to go out to see people, she would ask her partner to help send holiday greetings to her family as usual and send her money regularly.
Later, when his mental state improved, he began to call home himself, but he would also say that he was on a confidential mission and could not come back.
There were indeed many confidential matters concerning the aliens and the tower that could not be disclosed, especially during missions, where most of the time no outside contact was allowed. Therefore, my family never doubted this reason.
As for the job of host, I found it in the midsummer of the third year.
The other party originally did not want to hire blind people, thinking that hiring a disabled person would be too troublesome, but he persisted in calling and the other party finally made an exception.
In order to better integrate into the group, Wu Cisheng did not reveal his identity as an alien, and he joined the company as an ordinary person.
In fact, it is easy to conceal it. After all, the guide does not have obvious characteristics like the sentry. As long as he does not reveal himself, no one has discovered his true identity over the years.
It takes a total of 1,614 steps to walk from where I live to the radio station where I work, and I have to pass two intersections and turn three times along the way.
In the fourth year, which is this year, after Wu Cisheng reached the legal age for marriage, he naturally married his partner who had always been by his side.
Looking back, it was such an incredible rollercoaster of ups and downs. When he was eighteen, planning his future, he certainly couldn't have imagined what kind of life he would be leading at twenty-two.
When Wu Cisheng was studying in the tower, he was surrounded by either sentinels or guides. He had the illusion that the whole world was made up of aliens. It was not until something unexpected happened and he had to live in a strange city as an ordinary person that he discovered that most of the people were indeed ordinary people.
At this time, he lived as an ordinary person in an ordinary city. He often heard about the construction of towers in various places step by step, and listened to what happened to the star sentinels and star guides recently. It was like listening to stories from another world.
Sometimes he even forgot his role as a guide and would deliberately restrain himself from recalling the past. As long as he didn't think about it, as long as he didn't compare it, he wouldn't feel pain, and he wouldn't have any other emotions.
To some extent, this is also a self-defense mechanism that is activated instinctively.
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"Okay, since no one has any objections, let's end this meeting here for now and get back to work!"
When the director's voice sounded, an indescribable dull atmosphere suddenly dissipated, followed by the scattered sounds of chairs rubbing against the ground, the sound of notebooks being closed, the sound of pen caps being fastened, as well as the mixed conversations of men and women and the different sounds of footsteps.
The colleague in the studio next to Wu Ci Sheng was a newcomer who had just joined the company last month. Wu Ci Sheng had little contact with this person and had almost never had a conversation with him.
I don't know what happened today, maybe it was because he saw how pitiful his groping movements were? As soon as he touched the guide stick, the other party took the initiative to help him.
"Teacher Wu, be careful. How about I hold your hand..."
"No, thank you."
Wu Cisheng walked out of the conference room with his guide stick in hand. He didn't need anyone to show him the way. He walked towards the studio very accurately.
"What are you looking at? Come back to your senses."
A passing colleague saw the newcomer still standing there and reached out to pat his shoulder. The newcomer was startled by the sudden contact.
The experienced old man thought he knew the newcomer very well. He also looked in Wu Cisheng's direction: "Well, I have to say, little Wu is quite good-looking, but it's a pity that he is blind..."
The newcomer slowly agreed, "Yes."
The experienced veteran lowered his voice and continued to convey his unique experience to him in a mysterious tone:
"Listen to my advice, stay away from that blind man. Do you think he's the same as you? He comes to work to have fun. I heard that he was hired by the big boss himself. He hasn't even come for the interview, but he's already been assigned a workstation. What if he reports him..."
"Ah? Is this true..."
"Who cares? You don't want every little thing to be reported, right? It's better to stay away from it..."
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The sound gradually faded away. Wu Cisheng counted his steps in his mind and stopped precisely at the door of the studio.
I pushed the door open, closed it, walked to my seat and sat down, turned on the machine skillfully, put on headphones, and started today's work.
He has a mellow voice, the type that can make you feel the warmth even through the receiver. He is also responsible for the emotional column, mainly serving as the main caller and listening to some of the audience's troubles in their emotional lives.
The previous part was similar to my usual work. I replied to two messages and made one call.
Every time he received a new call, even if he knew that the other party could not see his expression through the network cable, Wu Cisheng would still greet them with a smile, and this time was no exception.
But it was quiet on the other side.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
He spoke again.
After a burst of electric noise, a strange voice finally rang out. It was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman. It sounded like a mixed sound synthesized by some machine:
[Be careful of the person next to you! He is the one who caused you to go blind and ruin your reputation!]
Is it a recording?
The radio station sometimes receives prank calls from viewers, who either deliberately play startling audio or make random calls. Those who do this are usually naughty children. Wu Cisheng is not panicked and continues to ask questions in a persuasive manner.
"I don't quite understand what you mean. Could you explain it more clearly?"
"Hello, are you still there?"
No matter how Wu Cisheng asked the questions, the other party kept saying the same thing. Finally, after exactly twenty seconds, the call ended.
Wu Cisheng didn't cut off the call; it was the director in the other room who did it. He probably thought it was a prank.
Only Wu Cisheng remained silent for a long time.
He hadn't thought about those things for a long time, especially after it happened.
Yes, it has already happened. It is meaningless to spend all day thinking about "why did this happen" and "why was it me". Even if you ask yourself again and again, you will not get any answer.
Natural disasters, man-made disasters, accidents, there are people experiencing these at every moment in this world.
You may be walking on the street one second and be killed by a falling flowerpot, hit by a fatigued truck driver, or stabbed to death by a psychopath who escaped from a mental hospital the next second. Will these people have the chance to ask why it happened to them?
Did those soldiers who unfortunately died on the battlefield before the end of the war also wonder why others went home but they did not?
There's no reason, I'm just unlucky.
"Many questions have no answers. There's no way around it. We can't dwell on things that have already happened. It's just asking for trouble and is pointless. We need to think about something else..."
These were even the exact same words that his partner had used to comfort Wu Cisheng before.
During the time when Wu Cisheng found it most difficult to accept the situation, it was his partner who stayed with him every step of the way, encouraged him, comforted him, and enlightened him. When he just became blind, he was fed and given water, and he was taken care of patiently.
When Wu Cisheng wanted to go out, his partner also held his hand and taught him how to walk, helped him up after he fell, and applied medicine and bandaged his wounds.
Even the neighbors who witnessed all this came to comfort Wu Cisheng, saying that he was already very lucky.
He said that although he was blind, the man beside him never left him and took good care of him. Compared to those who ran away when their loved ones were hurt, this was a pretty good ending.
In the four years that they have known each other, except for being a little busy in recent days, his partner has spent most of his time at home with Wu Cisheng, so no matter how he thinks about it, he shouldn't doubt this good partner.
But in replying to the mysterious voicemail, Wu Cisheng still mixed a question into his seemingly normal reply:
"How can I believe what you say when you won't even talk to me face to face?"
Although he didn't get a reply, he always felt that this question would be answered soon.
Wu Cisheng sat quietly, gently stroking the ring on his left ring finger with his fingertips, counting the lines on it.
In Wu Cisheng's memory, this ring should have been given to him by his partner. He has never lost it and has always worn it on his hand. Logically, there is no possibility of it being replaced.
But Wu Cisheng always had an indescribable premonition. He always felt that this ring was no longer the original one. Although the weight, texture and even the pattern were exactly the same, he just felt something was wrong.
The ring rolled around his fingertips, and his thoughts also spun rapidly.
Who was the person who sent him the "message" and why did he do so?
Is his partner really the murderer?
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