Master 14
Song Jing regretted her words. He Mian was in a hurry to get the documents, and the quickest and most convenient way was for her to go to He Mian's house next door to get them for him. No matter what, she had to go to his house in person, so telling him the door code was a last resort.
She paused holding the phone, bit her lip and thought for a while, thinking that she should remind He Mian to change a new password when the time comes.
He Mian seemed to sigh lightly from the other end of the phone, or it might just be his breathing. He told Song Jing the gate password that he had memorized by heart.
After noting down the password to He Mian's door, Song Jing walked to his door and opened it smoothly.
The layout was familiar. He Mian was a hygienic man, and his house was very clean. Even though he had a cat, there were no strange smells. There was also a faint aroma of incense lingering in the room.
The two of them occasionally ate at He Mian's house and sometimes at Song Jing's house, but they ate at He Mian's house more often.
Although Song Jing had been to He Mian's house many times, her activities were limited to his living room and kitchen.
As for the other rooms in his house, she had never been inside.
There are five households on each floor of the complex, and each house has a different layout. Since Song Jing has always lived alone, she bought the smallest unit.
The house of He Mian next door is a more common one for a family of several people, and the living room is also larger than hers.
There is also one more small room than her house.
"Which room is the study?" Song Jing remembered that she had forgotten to ask He Mian just now. Now she could only recognize which room was He Mian's master bedroom. The doors of the other two rooms were ajar, so she had to push them open one by one to look.
One is a cloakroom and the other is a study.
He Mian has now left Song Jing with the impression of a workaholic. She didn't expect that he even had a study room specially prepared at home. Song Jing just added a desk in the master bedroom.
The layout of this study is somewhat similar to the study in TV dramas. There is a bookcase built on two walls. The walnut-colored bookcase is filled with paper materials and books.
However, they rarely use paper at work now, and only use paper occasionally when they need both written and electronic files.
There was a large desk facing the window in the study, and Song Jing walked straight to the desk.
"A gray folder." Song Jing stood by the desk, rummaging through the documents and muttering to herself, trying her best to keep the surface of the desk in its original state as she flipped through the documents on his desk.
Found it! Song Jing flipped it open and glanced to confirm that this was the document He Mian wanted. She was about to let go and put the other documents back in place when her sight was suddenly caught by a form.
Curiosity always outpaces reason. Even though Song Jing had told herself not to look at other people's things, even if they didn't seem private, her eyes had already made her brain process the image. The contents of the form were completely revealed to her.
When Song Jing saw the text on the form clearly, she was confused at first, and then her breathing stopped.
The form listed the number of stray cats in residential areas, schools, and other public places within a radius of at least three kilometers, even clearly recording the ranges of each cat's activities. He Mian also wrote a lot of notes in blue pen on the top half of the form.
She didn't know why He Mian had such a thing. Her hand holding the folder suddenly felt heavy. She held her breath and moved the other documents away. There were two photos on the form.
"Ah!" Song Jing was frightened by the two photos. She suddenly put down the other documents in her hands and took several steps back.
The photos all show kittens that were injured and bloody. The photos also record the area where the kittens wandered and the specific year, month, day and time.
In the hot room without air conditioning, Song Jing didn't know whether she was sweating hot or cold. Beads of sweat slid down her forehead and she wiped them away with the back of her hand. Song Jing swallowed and hurriedly put the documents on the table back in place. With trembling hands, she scanned the documents in the gray folder and sent them to He Mian.
The phone vibrated in her hand. It should be He Mian's reply. But Song Jing no longer had the courage to read the message he sent.
Song Jing initially had a certain degree of trust in He Mian, not because he was so good-looking, but because He Mian was the director of their technical department, her boss and also her schoolmate. Even though they were not in the same major, they were in the same category. They were not fellow villagers, but their registered residence was in a neighboring city, and they were also her neighbor who had dinner together.
Only under these circumstances did she let down her guard and did not initially treat He Mian as a complete stranger.
But she is actually a very meticulous person, and not someone who can be easily trusted. And now all the trust she has built seems to be collapsing.
She suddenly remembered the scene when they first met. The kitten she was feeding with canned food suddenly stood up when He Mian passed by.
It occurred to me that even the office boss's little daughter didn't seem to like He Mian.
Also, when they went to a dog cafe a while ago, the Samoyed, who was just laughing foolishly, didn't like to play with him.
And the fact that he would go out after dinner two or three nights a week seemed strange to Song Jing now.
One or two things are coincidences, but when so many strange things piled together, they are no longer coincidences or accidents.
In Song Jing's eyes, humans and other animals are all animals; humans simply have a language system. She doesn't know if animals are truly spiritual, but she does know that other animals may be more sensitive than humans in many aspects of their lives in order to survive.
So he was the one who hurt the stray animals? So they were afraid of He Mian because they sensed he was not a good person?
No, no one can define good people and bad people, and the charts and photos she saw might have other meanings. Song Jing persuaded herself to calm down.
Because of her rapid heart rate, Song Jing's electronic watch was vibrating non-stop. Song Jing pursed her lips which were numb due to excessive excitement.
But He Mian doesn't look like someone who likes to interact with kittens, so how could someone like him have such a thing at home...
Song Jing shook her head and quickly left He Mian's house. When she sat back on the sofa, she still felt a little dizzy.
There were still two pieces of fried chicken in the box on the table, but she was not in the mood to eat anymore.
She opened her phone and tried to search for news about cat abuse in the neighborhood, but all she found was a single video, and she couldn't see anything clearly through it. Song Jing didn't dare to make a casual judgment about He Mian's character, but she didn't dare to trust him too much now.
But He Mian knew all her information. He knew her ancestral home and education before she even knew him. The most important thing is that now the two of them live next door and see each other every day.
What should she do now? Song Jing lay on the sofa somewhat exhausted, her mind a mess.
He Mian was taller and stronger than her. Even though Song Jing had good physical fitness and had learned some self-defense skills, it didn't mean she could beat him.
The evenings on weekdays are not so noisy, and the sky is still bright and clear even in midsummer.
Even without the lights on, she could still see the scene clearly. Song Jing leaned back on the sofa, her heart in turmoil.
Song Jing fell asleep in a daze that night. It was not until she met He Mian in the company early in the morning and he took the initiative to bring up what happened last night that Song Jing realized that she had not replied to him yet.
Song Jing folded her hands and laughed awkwardly, "Did work go well last night?"
"Well, it went very smoothly. Thank you very much." He Mian replied to her, but he felt that Song Jing's current condition was a little abnormal. Could it be that she didn't sleep well last night?
He Mian knew that Song Jing had always slept well and had a healthy sleep schedule. As long as she put down her phone and covered herself with a blanket, she would fall asleep in less than two minutes.
She would only suffer from insomnia if she drank coffee, milk tea, or cola at night, or if something was bothering her recently. However, from his understanding, Song Jing should not have anything that was bothering her recently.
"No more talking. I, I'm going to work first." Song Jing forced a smile and turned to the left. After two steps, she realized that she had taken the wrong path. She turned around and walked quickly back to her office.
He Mian stood behind her with a frown, watching Song Jing disappear from his sight. Maybe he couldn't sleep because he drank Coke last night.
Song Jing hurriedly sat back at her workstation. She had no idea how to face He Mian. If he was really a bad guy, she would be in danger if she told him directly. If he was a good guy, then she would have misunderstood him.
Moreover, He Mian being the bad guy was just her own subjective assumption and conjecture, and she couldn't confide in other friends. More importantly, calling the police wouldn't solve the problem...
Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best one. Since she can't beat He Mian, why not just avoid him first? She just needs to reduce their interactions as much as possible and deal with the rest later.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, He Mian sent a message to Song Jing on time, asking her what she wanted to eat today.
"I have a dinner date with a friend today, so I can't eat with you tonight." Song Jing made an excuse and did meet up with a friend to have dinner out tonight.
He Mian didn't sleep during lunch break, and now his head is a little painful and his eyes are a little sore.
But when he heard the message alert tone from Song Jing, his tiredness was swept away, and he received her message with anticipation, but he didn't expect that she would send him such a sentence.
Going out to eat with friends is normal, right? He Mian thought to himself. Song Jing had a good relationship with a high school classmate and two or three female colleagues of similar age in the department. They would usually go out shopping and eating together.
He had no choice but to stop asking.
But when Song Jing said for three consecutive days that she couldn't have dinner with him in the evening, He Mian became suspicious, as if she was deliberately avoiding him.
Early in the morning of the weekend, it had rained for two days before. Today the weather was sunny and the temperature was not high. Song Jing was going to go hiking to avoid any intersection with He Mian. She thought she should find a reason to completely refuse the idea of them having dinner together.
Song Jing closed the door with the garbage bag, and when she turned around, she saw He Mian standing at the door of his house in a neat suit, looking at her.
The word "beast in human clothing" suddenly popped up in Song Jing's mind, and she reflexively took several steps back.
He Mian smiled at her, and the smile seemed inexplicably gentle and a little helpless.
But Song Jing was not in the mood to analyze He Mian's facial expressions. She just wanted to run away. No matter whether He Mian was a good person or a bad person, she had lost her trust in him.
She ignored his passionate and direct gaze and turned and walked away quickly.
"Song Jing." He Mian thought that he had guessed right, she really had some misunderstanding about him.
Hearing He Mian's footsteps following behind her, Song Jing silently took out the pepper spray that she had kept in her bag.
"You, don't come over here." Song Jing leaned against the wall and retreated to the corner of the corridor. There were surveillance cameras here, and if she really had any accident, it could be recorded.
"Okay, I won't come close to you. Don't be nervous, breathe and relax." He Mian tried to lower his voice, stopped and put his hands behind his back.
He had even considered that Song Jing might know that he was Xiaomian.
"Do you have any misunderstandings about me? We can talk it out calmly. Don't be afraid of me."
Don't be afraid of me, you've seen me in a bloody and miserable state.
At that time, she held him, who was covered in blood, in her arms.
She had already seen his most terrifying face, and He Mian didn't know why he scared Song Jing.
"Don't be afraid." He Mian said softly, and his eyes became a little moist as the sourness from his nose came over him.
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