Song Shirong asked, "Where is he?"
Gao Jiankang himself was in a lot of pain when he fell. Since he didn't see Song Shiting, he assumed that Song Shiting had fallen harder than him. Out of a desire to take credit, he simply said that Song Shiting had already fallen.
Song Shirong was delighted at the time, and to make the scene more realistic, he even pushed Gao Jiankang down again.
Let Gao Jiankang get hurt more badly to avoid arousing suspicion.
Since last night, no one has been able to find Song Shiting, so he naturally assumed that Song Shiting was probably dead.
Unexpectedly, Song Shiting suddenly appeared in front of him when he sent the message.
After detaining the man, Song Shiting went to check where Song Shirong was currently living.
This place was carefully prepared; there was a natural cave hidden behind the tangled trees and weeds.
Song Shirong hid in such a place.
Song Shiting found a gun inside.
His gaze was deep; it seemed that Song Shirong considered this place safe, which was why he hadn't brought a gun with him.
Besides the gun, there was also food and water inside.
It seems that Song Hongyu prepared quite thoroughly for him.
Having not eaten anything since yesterday, Song Shiting was also hungry and found something to eat inside.
At first, Song Shirong, who was outside, looked indifferent, but then he started to get nervous.
Because Song Shiting has been inside for quite a while and hasn't come out yet.
What is he doing?
He thought of what he had put inside, but then he realized that since he had hidden it, Song Shiting might not be able to find it.
Song Shiting found something to eat, and after he was full, he looked around.
Would someone like Song Shirong be willing to suffer here?
That must have been something Song Hongyu promised him, right?
Is there any useful information in this place?
With his exceptional insight, Song Shiting thoroughly inspected Song Shirong's residence from top to bottom.
An iron box was found beneath where Song Shirong was sleeping.
He glanced at it; the box had a lock, but it was a specially designed lock that couldn't be pried open by hand.
He examined the box carefully and found it quite strange; if the lock was broken, the chain would likely malfunction.
Because he had once seen a hidden intelligence box, in order to prevent the information from falling into the hands of others.
If you pry it open, the small bomb inside will detonate on its own.
So, what's hidden inside?
While Song Shirong was worrying and trying to comfort himself, Song Shiting came out after eating and drinking his fill, carrying an iron box in his hand.
Upon seeing this, Song Shirong's expression changed slightly.
But soon he put on an indifferent expression, because the key had been lost and the other key was in the hands of the real third brother.
Song Shiting noticed a change in his expression.
He placed the box in front of Song Shirong and asked, "What's inside?"
Song Shirong looked at Song Shiting.
Their eyes met, and they could only see each other's pupils.
Song Shirong pretended to be calm, his eyes not moving at all, and said in a nonchalant tone: "What else could it be? I'm running for my life, of course I'm carrying money to save my life."
Song Shiting could tell from his eyes that he was lying.
After all, Song Lao Er had done this kind of thing many times since he was a child!
Whenever he lies, he looks quietly into the other person's eyes with a sincere expression.
He was actually observing whether the other person believed him.
Song Shiting remained calm and didn't say a word.
The more quietly he looked at Song Shirong, the more inexplicably guilty Song Shirong felt.
She even avoided looking directly into Song Shiting's eyes.
Song Shiting glanced at the sky.
It's noon now; he's been here for almost twenty hours, since yesterday.
He asked, "Where's the key?"
Song Shirong secretly rejoiced that he had lost the key!
I don't know if it fell off when I was escaping last time.
He said it with absolute certainty: "It's lost."
Song Shiting looked at him.
I thought of the key I found on the slope last time.
That key should still be in the rented apartment.
He examined the lock on the box more closely.
It should be about the same!
Song Shirong's eyes revealed nervousness.
I never expected that Song Shiting would be researching locks.
But the next second, he sneered: "You don't know what this kind of box is like, do you? If you try to open it without a key, it will definitely be destroyed."
Song Shiting remained silent, simply watching him.
His eyes were filled with coldness.
Song Shirong said, "Third brother, that was my life-saving money, give it back to me."
Song Shiting looked at Song Shirong with a cold eye.
Song Shirong: "Really, that was my life-saving money. You need to give it back to me right now."
Song Shiting bluntly said, "What's the rush? You're going to die, what do you need money for?"
Song Shirong: "..."
He paused for a moment and then said, "Before I die, I want to keep it myself. After I die, I can't control what happens to me."
His tone became very sincere: "I'm already in this state, and I don't even know where the key is. Just let me keep an eye on it myself."
Is Song Shiting an easy person to talk to?
...
Ruan Qingling returned home.
When Song Ji saw his daughter return, he opened his mouth to ask about Song Shiting's situation, but he saw that his daughter's face showed fatigue and that she was obviously in low spirits.
She immediately changed her tone and asked, "Are you hungry? Mom saved a bowl of chicken soup for you. I'll go get it for you."
Ruan Qingling was indeed tired, but not to the point of being unable to move.
She glanced at Ya Ya and said, "Mom, I can do it myself."
I didn't sleep a wink all night, and my clothes were wet and then dried, so they were uncomfortable to wear.
Song Ji said, "Go change your clothes, I'll go heat up some soup for you. Ya Ya drank half a bowl this morning, she really liked it."
When Ya Ya was mentioned, Ruan Qingling's expression softened considerably.
It should be said.
She and Song Shiting had known each other for some time.
She knew that she might not be head over heels in love with Song Shiting, but the fact that he had disappeared made her feel incredibly sad.
The discomfort was like an invisible hand gripping her neck, choking her until she couldn't breathe.
Even after taking a shower and changing my clothes, the feeling still hadn't gone away.
Ruan Qingling stood by the window. These past two days, Song Shiting had often stood in this spot.
She stood there too, looking outside.
Song Ji came over and called her to eat something. She saw her standing by the window, her profile silhouetted against the light, looking preoccupied.
Song Ji said, "A Ling, no matter what happens, eat first to ensure you have enough strength so you can solve problems later."
Ruan Qingling turned around and nodded to Song Ji.
If the original owner had grown up in such a family, she might have become a typical well-bred young lady.
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.
After eating something, Ruan Qingling felt a little better.
She looked at her mother and daughter who were accompanying her.
It just so happens to be three generations of a family.
Ruan Qingling suddenly felt a pang of sadness at the strangeness of family ties.
"Ah Ling, how's the situation now? Your grandfather went out to handle things, and I'm home alone. I don't know what's going on outside. Is there any news about Shi Ting?"
Ruan Qingling shook her head...
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