Chapter 117
By the time the fire in the auto repair shop was completely extinguished, it was already dawn.
Zhang You and his team found no suspicious individuals around the fire scene. However, the old neighborhood was well-connected, so the perpetrator could be considered to have escaped.
Firefighters entered the ruins and brought back the news: the collapsed steel beam had hit a charred corpse, and in the explosion and fire, there was not much left.
Everyone was exhausted, and Zhang You arranged a police car to take Song Zhou and Chen He back to the hotel.
Zhang You's face was blackened by the smoke. He leaned against the back window and said, "I'll take care of things here first. You guys go back and have a rest. I'll get back to you to find out more about the situation.
"Also, Teacher Chen, I beg you, please don't run away! I'm from Shandong, you know? If anything happens to you, you'll kill me!
"Drive, drive, drive slowly..." His voice was choked.
Song Zhou, who was beside Chen He, stared at him, the hostility in his eyes piercing out like ice chips.
Zhang You didn't notice at all. All he had eyes for was his teacher Chen. With tears in his eyes, he waved goodbye.
Chen He turned around to glance at the back of the car, then looked away, puzzled: "What's wrong with Shandong? What is this kid saying in such a babble..."
Song Zhou leaned on her shoulder, looking unhappy.
The two returned to Chen He's room in the hotel.
Song Zhou was absent-minded the whole time, just standing there in a daze, as if he didn't know what to do.
Only when Chen He pushed him into the bathroom did he remember that he should take a shower.
While Song Zhou was taking a shower, Chen He called the front desk, told the waiter Song Zhou's size one by one, and asked the waiter to help buy a full set of clothes and shoes for him.
She earnestly instructed into the hotel's landline: "I also need a pair of plain glasses. Remember, they must have a pure titanium wire frame."
After hanging up the phone and turning around, I saw Song Zhou coming out of the bathroom, wearing the hotel's bathrobe, standing there in a daze again.
Chen He went forward, hugged him, and sniffed him fiercely: "What a nice smell!"
Song Zhou's cheeks flushed, as if he had finally regained some consciousness. Chen He pushed him and made him sit on the bed.
"Are you exhausted? Go to sleep first. I'm going to take a shower."
Song Zhou nodded.
When Chen He came out after washing, Song Zhou had already wrapped himself in the quilt, curled up into a ball, with only a bunch of curly hair showing through the quilt.
Chen He crawled into bed.
Song Zhou moved, wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his head in the crook of her neck, without making a sound or raising his head.
Chen He held his head and coaxed him, "Go to sleep."
She ran her fingers through the soft curls.
Song Zhou's somewhat tense body slowly relaxed, and fatigue came over him like a tide.
Half asleep and half awake, he heard a gentle voice beside his ear: "No matter what, I'm on your side."
He didn't have the energy to respond and fell into a dream the next second.
He seemed to have sunk into a deep valley, suspended in darkness.
He looked down and saw Xiaoyue lying in a patch of red spider lilies at the bottom of the valley.
Smile brightly at him.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Xing Yao didn't understand why Qiu Yue was laughing at the moment when she should have been most desperate.
He knows.
Before Xing Yao took action, he put on a peach-core pig.
He might have even boasted to her that this was his souvenir of murder, as her brother also died at his hands.
Xiaoyue is very smart. She must have figured everything out at that moment.
So she smiled.
She laughed at Xing Yao for thinking that he had killed his brother, but his brother was actually still alive.
She knew that her brother would definitely find out the truth about her murder, but Xing Yao was still unaware of the inevitable death that would come.
And in the dream at this moment, although Xiaoyue was at the bottom of the valley, her smile was sweet and joyful.
Just like when she was in middle school, her brother would occasionally go to school to bring her things, and she would stand at the school gate, waving with a smile on her face.
"elder brother!"
Xiaoyue's voice is always like the breeze blowing through the treetops.
——Xiaoyue, I will continue to look for the other murderer and make sure he receives the punishment he deserves.
——Xiaoyue, don’t be afraid, I will take you out of this valley.
Song Zhou looked at his sister from afar, wailing with all his might, but when his voice rose to the surface of his dream, it turned into sobs that made him choke on nightmares.
Chen He quietly wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of his eyes, coaxed him in a low voice, and rubbed his vest until his breathing became deep and even.
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