Chapter 4
"Foreshadowing?" Chang Ting couldn't help but stand up, clenching his fists. "You mean, you knew that Qiu Yue's death would bring you traffic in a few years?"
Zhou Zhengzheng was startled, thinking he was going to hit someone, and quickly grabbed his arm: "Master, you can't hit people..."
An angry shout came from the hallway: "What are you doing?!"
The three of them looked over and saw a young man who had walked in from the door. He had short, slightly curly hair and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He was fair-skinned and very gentle, with a bag of vegetables in his hand.
At this moment, her expression was shocked and angry. She threw the dishes away and walked quickly over to stand in front of Chen He, as if she was afraid that Chang Ting would hit her.
Chen He didn't stand up, but reached out and pulled him: "It's okay. These two are police officers from the Criminal Investigation Detachment."
She immediately introduced them to the two of them: "My boyfriend, Song Zhou."
Song Zhou did not lower his guard and looked at Chang Ting with hostility: "Are you going to fight?"
"It's just a misunderstanding, how could it be possible?" Chang Ting stretched his arms. "I just sat for too long, so I stood up to stretch my legs."
He extended his hand towards Song Zhou: "Hello, my name is Chang Ting."
Song Zhou pretended not to see it, turned sideways and touched Chen He's hair, as if he was afraid that she would be scared.
Chang Ting withdrew his hand awkwardly and stroked his short hair awkwardly: "We are just here to understand the situation today."
"My girlfriend is in poor health. If you need to find her for information in the future, I must be present." Song Zhou said coldly.
Chang Ting was a little surprised and looked Chen He up and down. Although Chen He was thin and pale, he looked in good spirits and did not look sick. "Not feeling well? What's wrong?"
Song Zhou was so angry that his face turned blue.
Zhou Zhengzheng poked Chang Ting and whispered, "Have some manners!"
Seeing that Song Zhou was about to lose his temper, she quickly said, "I'm sorry, my master isn't very sensible. I'll teach him a lesson when I get back!"
He pushed and shoved Chang Ting to walk out.
Chang Ting hurriedly said: "Chen He, we have to..."
Before he could finish his words, he was taken away by his apprentice.
Hearing the door slam shut, Song Zhou's tense expression relaxed a little. He squatted down, looked up at Chen He sitting on the chair, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"
Chen He reached out and rubbed his curly hair, feeling like stroking a little lamb.
"fine."
"What are they doing here?"
"It's just that one of my comics coincides with a case. They might suspect me of being the murderer."
Song Zhou laughed: "So that's how it is. My wife is really amazing. She can even predict the case with her drawings."
Chen He made a fierce expression: "Why, could it be that I could not be the murderer?"
"Can you kill a chicken if I ask you to?"
"That can't kill you."
Song Zhou rested his forehead against her knee and smiled for a while: "Today's lunch is stewed lotus root and pork ribs. I cooked it this morning."
"Yeah."
"Wait a moment, I'll go get two more side dishes." Song Zhou took her hand and kissed the back of it, then stood up, picked up the dishes at the door and went to the kitchen.
Chen He sat there motionless, the warmth in her eyes slowly fading. She reached out and took the phone that was resting on the coffee table.
In order to avoid being interrupted by messages when drawing, I usually set my phone to Do Not Disturb mode with no ringtone or vibration.
The lock screen is crowded with more than a dozen WeChat messages and several missed calls.
They were all sent by Xiao Yuan, her editor-in-chief of the comic platform.
[Bao, are you there? What's going on with "Prophecy of the Other Shore"?]
[Bao, are you still there?]
[It wasn't really you who did this? Don't scare me.]
[Say something.]
[Answer phone.]
[Did you really do this?]
[Did you escape or go in? (Frightened)]
…
The editor always called her "treasure." When she first joined the industry, she thought she was the editor's favorite. Later, she discovered that the editor called all authors "treasure."
Bad girl.
Chen He smiled and replied: [Hasn't caught it yet.]
The news from the other end suddenly bombarded in.
[You finally showed up! I was so scared I thought you went in!]
[Yesterday, the police came to retrieve your personal information. My boss warned me not to tip you off, saying that if you escaped overnight, I would be imprisoned too!]
[I didn’t sleep last night, and I can’t hold it back any longer today!]
[I know you have a wild imagination, but the part about the red spider lily was so incredibly accurate... So, was it you who did it...?]
Chen He held the phone, his eyes solemn, and did not reply.
Xiao Yuan waited on the other end for a while, the silence of the dialog box gradually making her hair stand on end. With trembling hands, she typed: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."
Chen He smiled and started typing.
Chen Hehe: [The police have already come, and I have explained it clearly. It was all a coincidence.]
Xiao Yuan: [That’s good, that’s good, hahahaha]
Hard to feel weak.
Xiao Yuan: [Have you seen the hits? Wow, it hit over 100 million overnight. Yesterday, there was a massive influx of users, and the platform crashed, all because of you. You've never been this popular since your debut.]
Chen Hehe: [……]
Xiao Yuan: [Would you like to strike while the iron is hot and pick up this pit and continue updating?]
Chen He typed slowly: [Aren't you afraid that if I really am the murderer, the platform will be held responsible?]
Xiao Yuan was silent.
Chen He threw his cell phone aside, stood up and stretched, opened a door facing south, and walked out to the terrace.
This house is an old building with a combination of Chinese and Western styles, and it bears the imprint of a special historical period.
Standing on the terrace, wherever you look, you can see alleys crisscrossed with houses of similar style.
This was the original center of the city, and gradually became a historical and cultural protection district. It is also a gathering place for many artists and literary youths.
Chen He and Song Zhou rented the top floor of the third floor. Although it was a bit hot in the summer, the large terrace was worth it. The terrace was planted with flowers and plants and furnished with rattan chairs and tables.
Chen He stood in front of the railing and looked into the distance for a while, then sat on the rattan chair, leaning against the cushion, and looked at the potted plant beside the chair.
The potted plants are arranged randomly, high and low, but they are actually carefully designed to create a natural forest-like atmosphere with flowers blooming all year round. Painters like to create these little artistic concepts.
Among the many potted plants, there is a small flowerpot with soft and velvety flowers blooming.
It is now the end of September, and a large cluster of beautiful begonias have bloomed. It is hidden among them and inconspicuous.
That is a pot of red spider lily.
Chen He reached out and stroked the silky pistil.
"It's been five years, and you really showed up as promised."
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