Chapter 80
Chen He and Song Zhou listened to this in silence.
There was no need for the man to explain what he meant by "I can't even kill someone properly", as both of them knew it clearly.
It was he who ordered Yu Aiai to push Chen He off the cliff.
Song Zhou's nails dug into his palms.
The video's empty shot shows the sound of a door opening. There's no sound of a door closing. The door must have been ajar.
A few minutes later, there was the sound of a door closing.
Someone left and came back. Only one person remained.
At this time, Yu Aiai was obviously downstairs.
The video was filled with the rustling sound of mopping the floor, and the man's feet in leather shoes occasionally entered the edge of the screen.
He is erasing the traces.
After cleaning up, the man did not lie down on the bed, but probably sat on the sofa.
The room fell silent, and the screen remained motionless. But the progress bar continued to move.
This section was too long, lasting several hours. Chen He simply dragged the progress bar to the end and released it.
The light in the house has become brighter, and it seems that it is already morning.
There were sounds of footsteps and doors opening and closing, and the man left the room.
When Chen He saw this, he thought there would be no follow-up.
However, in the last few seconds, there was a sudden sound of the door lock code, the clattering of slippers, and someone hurriedly running in.
A fat, bald man entered the frame, threw off his slippers and stepped onto the bed, his panicked face facing the camera.
The video ends here.
Chen He looked at the frozen sweaty face and was so moved away that he asked, "Who is this person?"
Song Zhou took a quick glance and remembered how cowardly this person looked after being beaten up by him.
"I don't know." He pretended to be innocent skillfully.
He glanced at Chen He secretly, a hint of anticipation in his eyes. "With this video, it proves that it was indeed Yu Aiai who pushed you off the cliff. Besides, it wasn't the comics that drove her to suicide; it was an internal conflict among her accomplices that led to the killing of each other. The direction of online public opinion should soon change."
"Hmm." Chen He responded.
Song Zhou continued, "Although this man hasn't shown his face, Chang Ting and the others will definitely be able to find clues and bring him to justice."
"Um...yes." Chen He nodded.
Song Zhou thought Chen He would be proud, but he saw worry between her brows.
Song Zhou was full of confusion.
After a while, he tentatively asked, "Is this video useless?"
Chen He grinned and patted his face. "Of course it's useful, very useful. Hey, I suddenly got an inspiration, I have to go paint for a while."
"Go ahead."
"Drink more chicken soup, and your hand injury will heal faster."
"good."
Chen He walked into the studio and closed the door gently.
Song Zhou sat at the dining table, his smile fading.
Chen He was clearly still unhappy.
It’s all Xiao Qiang’s fault. He took the photo for a long time but couldn’t even capture the guy’s face.
For the police, it probably wouldn't mean much. Chang Ting had a keen nose, but he couldn't see his face, and even his voice was distorted, making him difficult to investigate and apprehend.
It was all in vain.
Chen He was unhappy, so of course he was unhappy too.
The gloom that passed through his eyes was like a streak of blood.
They had to think of another way. Only by finding this person and getting rid of him as soon as possible could they escape from this quagmire.
However, he didn't know when this person came to Qi'an City, what his current identity was, or where he was hiding.
From the information revealed in the long video, it can be seen that this person is no longer the same as before. He has climbed out of the mud and transformed himself into a person of considerable status.
It turns out that Song Zhou is not the only one whose life has changed dramatically.
It is very difficult for a person who is not convenient to show up to find another person who does not want to show up.
He was in an extremely depressed mood, so he reached for his phone and downloaded a long video.
While waiting for the download, log in to your secondary Weibo account.
Captain Dragonfly.
I clicked on the homepage of "Drawing Chen Hehe" and started killing people. Suddenly, I felt refreshed and much more relaxed.
Exit Weibo, the long video has been saved, click on it, drag the progress bar, and watch it part by part.
By chance it dragged on to the latter half, when the man was alone in the room.
I thought this section would be silent all the time, but suddenly a sound was heard.
In the middle of the conversation, there was a voice that had not been heard before.
Chen He was moving the progress bar too fast just now and missed this part.
The man seemed to be talking to someone on the phone.
"I threw her down the stairs. It was a blessing for her to die quickly. Unlike our Qiu Yue, who was so pitiful. When she was put into the pit, her eyes were still open. She even had a shovel-punch on her head, but she still refused to die. The feeling of being buried alive... I'll never forget it in my next life."
The man laughed, like a cold wind leaking out of a crack in hell.
Song Zhou's eyes were blood red.
*
Inside the studio.
Chen He sat down on the ergonomic chair, logged into the network disk on the computer, and reopened the video.
The progress bar was dragged and stopped at the scene where Yu Ai Ai fell to the ground and the man reached out to take off her hairpin.
The hands are well maintained and in good shape.
But the action of taking off the hairpin was slow and careful, almost with the tenderness of a lover, yet also with a hint of eeriness.
Chen He's eyes were fixed on the walnut carving on the man's left wrist. The computer screen was large, and the image was clearer.
It was indeed a little pig.
Although it's a bit blurry, you can still tell that it's very similar to the one worn on her brother's hand in Qiu Yue's sketch.
No, it's more than just a resemblance. The painter can accurately capture the characteristics of the reference object.
It's obvious that this peach kernel carving was not produced on an assembly line. It looks more like it was carved by someone with poor carving skills.
Chen He was sure that this was the one in Qiu Yue's painting.
Various signs have confirmed that this person is the male god 001, the biggest suspect in the murder of Qiu Yue.
If he was Qiu Song...Qiu Song killed Qiu Yue?!
Chen He shuddered.
Although she has a big imagination and strong divergent thinking, this idea is too bizarre and creepy.
When Yu Aiai fell unconscious to the ground, 001 wanted to crush her head, and the violent energy broke through the screen.
How could the quiet and gentle Qiu Yue have such a brother?
This is impossible—Chen He denied it instinctively.
But nothing is absolute. As a skilled storyteller, she is accustomed to making the characters fit the setting and the plot follow logic.
But reality is often stranger than fiction.
Perhaps it is a low-probability event that the angelic Qiu Yue has a devilish brother.
She was confused about whether 001 was Qiu Song.
"The peach-core piglet doesn't grow on your hand, so it doesn't necessarily mean that the person wearing it is Qiu Song."
She muttered to herself amidst her chaotic thoughts, reaching for the water glass on the table.
My hand accidentally touched the space bar and the video started playing on its own.
She ignored him, sucking on the straw of the cup and continuing to daydream.
Suddenly, the silent video was filled with voices again.
"I threw her down. It was her good fortune to die a quick death."
"Unlike our Qiu Yue, who was so pitiful. When she was put into the pit, her eyes were still open. She even had a shovel hit her head, but she still refused to die."
"The feeling of being buried alive... I won't forget it even in my next life."
The man's sinister laughter, in a distorted tone, floated out from the speakers and echoed in the small room.
Chen He was caught off guard, as if her heart had been suddenly plucked out.
The pain in his heart spread to his fingertips like an explosion. Chen He felt numb all over and his eyes went dark.
She had tried several times to get information about Qiu Yue's fate from Chang Ting.
From Chang Ting's evasive attitude, she had a bad feeling.
She thought she was mentally prepared.
But hearing the murderer's own description was still too much to bear.
With a "bang", the cup fell to the ground. She couldn't breathe and struggled like she was drowning, and the chair tilted to one side.
The door was pushed open and someone rushed in and caught her.
"Xiao He, Xiao He..."
Song Zhou's voice rang in my ears.
Chen He's hands were cramping as she grabbed Song Zhou's clothes, unable to make a sound.
Song Zhou patted her back anxiously: "Take a deep breath..."
She drew in a breath and let out a strangled sob.
"I don't care who they are." She trembled all over, the taste of blood between her teeth. "I will make sure they die without a burial place."
Song Zhou knelt on the ground and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his bones.
His face was buried in her shoulder, his eyes filled with the same blood-red hatred.
"good."
He uttered a word hoarsely.
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