Murder in a Secret Room Bed and Breakfast (8)

Meng Siqi had never felt so powerless before. It was like someone was violently pulling out his bones.

She remembers this feeling. On the morning of the college entrance examination that year, her father, a policeman, had promised to take her to the examination room, but because of a murder case, her father threw her alone in a taxi.

Sitting alone in a taxi, she started to panic. She was pushed into the examination room by the crowd, but her mind was blank at that time.

She failed the exam, and she took out all her anger on her father.

That night, the father returned home exhausted, with dry lips, as if he had not had any water all day. He must have imagined that his daughter would bring him a cup of hot water and talk to him about today's exam questions.

However, what he saw was that she ignored his fatigue and said the most heartbreaking words to him: "If you can't control me, then let me go!"

The father did not complain, but tried to calm her down carefully, "It's all my fault. I'm sorry. I won't do it again next time. Please forgive me, daughter."

She slammed the door shut, shutting out her father's care. She lay on the pillow and cried, her whole body shaking. She felt that her father did not understand her feelings at all. He always used such high-sounding words to comfort her, but the next time, he would still do the same.

After her parents divorced, her mother remarried and had a new child, so she couldn't keep her by her side. Her father took on the responsibility of raising her. However, every time she made a mistake, he would say to her with a smile: "Qiqi, Dad will stay with you. I won't get married, but I will always be with you."

At that time, she only felt that he was doing it for himself. He had been in the police station for so long that he had completely neglected his family and her. She would deliberately say, "Old Meng, don't always say you are doing it for me. You are doing it for yourself, for your dream of being a hero!"

Meng Xinghai smiled calmly, with a bit of guilt: "Heroic dream? How can it compare to..."

He didn't finish his words because Meng Siqi finally added this sentence at his funeral: A hero's dream can't compare to a daughter's dream!

Time passed quickly, and that feeling of powerlessness returned to Meng Siqi again. However, this time, she had no one to vent her anger to, and no one to complain to. All the mistakes were caused by herself.

That special symbol was not drawn on the ground by Long Shanwen himself, but was left intentionally by the murderer through Long Shanwen.

Combined with Feng Shaomin's words, a smart person would never leave unnecessary clues at the scene.

However, the murderer deliberately left clues. What did he want to tell others? He must have wanted to convey a message through Long Shanwen.

A message that could lead police and others to explore new worlds.

No matter how dumb Ding Qian, Xia Sulan and Sun Yuanyuan were, they would never leave such information to mislead others at the scene.

This circle is not Sun Yuanyuan, nor is it a yard; it has other meanings.

In the picture, the murderer did not finish drawing the symbol because the blood on Long Shanwen's fingers had dried. The murderer may have wanted to continue drawing, but gave up for some reason.

Meng Siqi seemed to be aware of the murderer's intention, and her next stroke might be a stroke extending downward from the center of the circle.

In other words, it is not a circle at all, but a symbol that contains more information than a circle. However, the murderer may feel that this information is enough and that other people can understand this incomplete symbol.

Maybe Ding Qian, Xia Sulan and Sun Yuanyuan could understand it, but she didn't.

The murderer is most likely not Ding Qian, Xia Sulan or Sun Yuanyuan, not just one of them, nor all three of them.

However, Meng Siqi made a rash conclusion without any accurate evidence. She thought she saw through everything. Perhaps it was because she had successfully profiled Song Xinran and Jin Yaming's childhood stories once, so she thought her judgment was mature and she could do it this time too.

But she was wrong, and all these inferences became false assumptions. She still remembered that she swore in front of the second team and the crime board that the murderer was the three of them.

She walked into the interrogation room with full confidence, and used her confidence and superficial clues to continuously expose the scars of Ding Qian, Xia Sulan, and Sun Yuanyuan. Because of her, all the past events that they were unwilling to face were revealed to them. Even if they didn't want to listen, she made them listen carefully.

Their grief, despair, and angry resistance were still vivid in her mind, ringing in her ears.

Meng Siqi felt that she was a conceited person. She didn't want to be such a person. She didn't want to be the person who failed the college entrance examination and blamed all the mistakes on her father.

There were constant rumblings of thunder in the sky, and the rolling dark clouds finally couldn't hold back anymore, and raindrops as big as beans poured down, instantly covering the dry ground with dust and mist.

The rain was like arrows, shooting at Meng Siqi's head, chest, and whole body. In an instant, she was soaked through. Her hair, which was originally tied behind her ears, was also messed up by the rain, and stuck to her cheeks like leeches.

But she didn't make any move to shelter from the rain. Her mind was in chaos, her thoughts were in a mess, and the emotional roller coaster brought her a violent impact, nailing her to the sea of ​​rain.

Just now, she had already passed the bus stop. She couldn't tell the way forward or back, and she didn't need to tell the difference. She seemed to feel a little relieved in the rain, as if it was washing away her arrogance.

Even if the rain was heavy and hit her so hard that she wanted to fall, she still stood resolutely and allowed herself to be washed.

"Meng Siqi?" A magnetic and powerful voice suddenly sounded in the heavy rain.

In front of Meng Siqi's rain curtain, a man in a raincoat stood in front of her. He didn't know when he took off his rain hat, and his angular face was covered with rain. He wiped it lightly with his palm, and showed her a stubborn and worried look, "Why don't you open an umbrella?"

As he spoke, he took off his raincoat. The process was so quick that Meng Siqi seemed to be completely unconscious and let him wrap the raincoat around him.

Lu He nervously wrapped her upper body, but the rain had already soaked her, and the raincoat could not solve anything. He had to take her away as soon as possible.

He ignored everything and held her arm, "Come on, let's take shelter from the rain."

However, Meng Siqi seemed to have lost something and did not move. Lu He had to wipe the rain from his eyes again and looked down at her. The rain was pouring down on her face and her eyelashes were like rootless weeds being washed away. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was pursed, as if she was holding a breath that no one could soothe.

He took hold of her arm again, and tried to drag her under the eaves, but when he tried, she remained motionless.

However, this time, he saw her red eyes in the rain, tears and rain intertwined together. What kind of thing made her so sad? Lu He didn't think much about it. He put his hands on her shoulders and said, "Siqi, if you have anything to say, let's take shelter from the rain first, okay?"

Meng Siqi seemed to have heard his words, and the light in her eyes tilted slightly towards him, but in the next second, she fell down and sat down.

Lu He suddenly hugged her, holding her arms and lifting her up. She was soft and the rain added infinite weight to her.

Lu He could no longer care about so much. Just like last time on the train, he picked her up by the waist and held her head close to his chest. He told her, "Don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital right away."

"I'm not going to the hospital, I'm not going to the hospital..." On the way, Meng Siqi kept emphasizing, her voice was weak but powerful.

Lu He stopped and rushed in another direction. On the ground where the rain had turned into a small river, he stepped out, leaving continuous splashes of water. In a blink of an eye, he ran into a residential building and ran under the eaves.

This is a five-story old building, four or five kilometers away from the police station. Lu He goes to and from get off work here every day. He lives here alone and has long been accustomed to the quiet life.

He lived on the third floor. He ran up the stairs quickly holding Meng Siqi in his arms. After quickly opening the door, he held her with one arm and took a clean blanket from the cupboard with the other hand. Occasionally, when he separated his hands, he could only support Meng Siqi's hips with his knees to try to prevent her from leaving his body.

He moved quickly, spreading a blanket on the bed, and carefully took off her raincoat. He then placed her on the blanket, which was immediately wet with rain. The moment Meng Siqi fell down, she started coughing desperately, with her whole body trembling.

It would be strange if this person didn't get sick after being frozen by the cool rain.

"Are you okay? I'll go get some hot water and take a shower quickly." Lu He whispered in her ear, but apart from her trembling while curled up, there was no response.

This is not a solution.

Lu He quickly took out his own towel. He didn't have any extra new towels, so he picked up Meng Siqi's cold palms and wiped her hands.

He wiped her forehead, top of her head, cheeks, and neck. When Meng Siqi coughed occasionally, she glanced at him, but her mouth was still tightly pursed, as if she was on guard against his actions.

After finishing all this, he lifted her wrist, took off one of her shoes, took off her socks, and wiped her feet clean. When he took off the other shoe, he noticed that Meng Siqi's feet moved a little, but he ignored her and continued to take off her shoes, socks, and wipe her feet.

When he got up, he found that Meng Siqi had closed his eyes. He was not asleep, but he closed his eyes on purpose. Even the rise and fall of his chest became more exaggerated.

It was impossible to wipe her body anymore, so Lu He turned around, picked up the kettle and boiled water. The bathing equipment at home was too slow, so he had to go outside to get hot water, which was a long way.

Lu He boiled a pot of water, then boiled another one. He put a hot towel on Meng Siqi's forehead. Meng Siqi opened her eyes and moved her arms, probably trying to get up. "Captain Lu, I'm fine. I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute." Lu He patted the back of her hand gently. "It's still raining outside. Where do you want to go?"

"I..." Meng Siqi no longer remembered how she got here. All along the way, the sound of Lu He's breathing and rain echoed in her ears.

"I've boiled some water. If you can get up, just wipe it off. Change into some clean clothes first. When the rain stops, take an umbrella with you."

Lu He's order was simple and powerful. Meng Siqi looked out the window of the room. It was already dark outside and the rain was still crackling. She couldn't refuse. Besides, she couldn't go out in this situation. She nodded her chin, but because she was lying down, the movement was very light, but Lu He seemed to realize it.

Lu He stood up and said, "I'll go sit in the study next door for a while. You go directly to the bathroom. I'll prepare hot water, clean clothes and towels there."

"Thank you, Team Lu."

"We are all colleagues, there is no need to be so polite."

Lu He's voice was charming, but his throat seemed a little hoarse, as if it was due to the rain. He stood up. He had been squatting beside the bed just now, and now he stood up suddenly, and the water drops on his body immediately fell to the ground.

Meng Siqi then remembered that he had also come here in the rain and had given her his raincoat.

She wanted to say thank you, but Lu He had already walked out the door.

Meng Siqi slowly got up. The room was very simple, with a bed, a bedside table, a closet, and nothing else.

She slowly got out of bed. On the floor were her wet sneakers and socks. Under the bed were the plastic slippers that Lu He had prepared for her. She stepped on them and found that they were much bigger.

She walked towards the living room with heavy steps. The living room was also small and there were not many furnitures. This should be where Lu He lived alone. There were three doors in the living room. One led to the study, which was closed. Lu He should be inside. One was the kitchen, which also had its door closed.

The rain was so loud that the whole old house looked like it could collapse at any moment due to thunder.

The other was a bathroom, the door of which was open, and she went in and found his white shirt neatly arranged on the shelf, his coat, his trousers, also his, and a thin towel and a thick towel.

There was a kettle on the ground, steaming, and a basin filled with hot water.

She quickly took off her clothes and wiped her body with a towel. She wanted to finish it quickly because Lu He was also wet and needed to be wiped.

While he was busy, the phone rang in the living room. After a while, Lu He's "hmm" sound came. Lu He said the last sentence quickly, "I know, I'll come right over."

"Siqi, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. The kitchen has cooked noodles, and the umbrella is on the table."

Meng Siqi was about to reply to him when the door was closed. He heard a muffled noise from outside. It seemed that Lu He really had something urgent to do.

Lu He hurried down the stairs. Just now, his colleague called him on the phone, and his tone was urgent: "Captain Lu, the murderer has appeared!"

"What?"

"The murderer of the makeup murder case."

Lu He suddenly felt angry and excited. The murderer of the Red Makeup Murder Case who had disappeared for several months appeared again, and this time he must catch him.

He also felt a little uneasy. If the murderer acted again, it meant that the Red Makeup Murder Case was not just a single murder case, but a serial murder case. The murderer's characteristics were very obvious. He liked to paint delicate red makeup on the victim's face and body after killing her. In addition, they had another thing in common: rain.

It rained last time and it rained this time too. Lu He’s excitement came from this. He must bring the murderer to justice on this rainy night.

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Lu He's urgent order slowed down Meng Siqi's originally hurried movements, just like when her father sent her to the examination room and suddenly received an order to leave in a hurry, it was also so quick. However, this time, Meng Siqi put the two emotions together. She had long stopped blaming her father and regretted her previous recklessness.

This time, Lu He left in a hurry, and she was worried. The worry came from her father. She later learned that the criminal her father faced was very brutal, and her father was shot in the head during that period. However, after he recovered in the hospital bed, he just said lightly, "It's okay, just a minor injury to the arm."

Meng Siqi once said: "Meng, there is no need to stay in the hospital for several months even if you have a minor injury."

When her father was injured, Meng Siqi had just entered college. After her father woke up after the rescue, he told others not to tell his daughter. Later, when he felt better, he told her what happened in a relaxed manner.

Meng Siqi knew almost nothing about this matter. She only found out about it at Old Meng's funeral. She cried very sadly at that time.

That worry continues to this day. She heard Lu He rushing out the door with her own ears. Perhaps it was an urgent case.

After Meng Siqi finished everything, he changed into Lu He's white shirt. This white shirt had the scent of Lu He, and that faint woody fragrance was still retained.

Passing by the small living room, she smelled a faint aroma of noodles. She remembered what Lu He said when he left. The kitchen had cooked noodles. She couldn't help but go forward and lift the lid of the pot. A mist of hot steam rose immediately. The aroma of noodles invaded her taste buds. She suddenly felt her stomach was empty. She could finish this pot of noodles.

After eating a bowl of steaming noodles, Meng Siqi felt her whole body was warm. No matter there was lightning and thunder outside, she felt warm in her heart.

After washing the dishes and folding her dirty clothes, she returned to the bedroom and found that the wooden closet in the bedroom smelled good. It was possible that the faint fragrance on Lu He came from this wooden closet. The paint on this closet was mottled and the cabinet material was very old, as if it had experienced many years. Maybe Lu He was nostalgic.

She originally wanted to wait for Lu He to come back, but she didn't see him until nine o'clock in the evening. The rain outside had stopped, but Lu He went out wet, and she didn't know how he was now.

Lu He hasn't come back yet. Meng Siqi packed his clothes in a bag, tidied the house, walked out, and went down the stairs, walking along the path that Lu He usually took up and down. He felt a little relieved, but also a little heavy. However, the guilt he felt at dusk had been soothed.

She didn't know what kind of power calmed her down. She cried uncontrollably in the heavy rain, because at that time, Lu He appeared. His caring look reminded her of her father, who had taken care of her time and time again. Life is like this. When you are most hesitant, if someone greets you gently, you will walk over.

She was grateful for Lu He's appearance and for everything he had done for her. She walked out the door, looked at the blue and peaceful night sky, and slowly revealed a long-lost smile.

When she got home, she washed Lu He's clothes and hung them out to dry. She planned to find time to return them to him.

On the way to the cafeteria at noon the next day, Zhao Leiting suddenly whispered in her ear: "There is something. The murderer of the red makeup murder case has appeared again. The second female victim appeared yesterday evening."

Meng Siqi was startled, and a chilling feeling came over her. She turned her head and asked, "Where's Lu He? Is he okay?"

"No." Zhao Lei Ting was stunned for a moment, "Of course Team Lu is fine. The murderer seems to have disappeared again. Team Lu should be very busy right now."

Meng Siqi breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Glad that Lu He is okay."