Red Makeup Serial Murder Case (13)

Lu He finally realized that he couldn't be so willful anymore. He felt extremely distressed. He slowly moved his body, "Siqi, I feel better. I can get up."

Meng Siqi gently lifted his head, and Lu He held her tightly for the last time, slowly moving his hand away from her waist. His palm turned from hot to cold and touched the cold ground.

When Lu He slowly stood up, Meng Siqi realized that his two thighs no longer belonged to him and were numb and unconscious.

And every time I move, I feel a little sore, the kind of piercing soreness.

Lu He seemed to see her distress and said softly, "I'm sorry Siqi, I'll drain all your blood."

Lu He knelt on the ground, holding her back with one hand and straightening and crossing her legs with the other.

Gradually, Meng Siqi felt better, and his frown slowly relaxed.

Lu He helped her up and put her on a chair. "I just finished washing the vegetables, and I don't know what happened, I fainted. Wait a moment, I'll cook for you."

"Lu He, no, eat something else. You sit for a while."

"I promised to make you something delicious today. I can't go back on my word."

Meng Siqi forced a smile: "There's still a lot of time left, with your body."

"Do you think I'm weak?"

"Today, it seems so-so."

A smile appeared on Lu He's lips, and that smile was meaningful.

"How about I help you?" Meng Siqi felt that her legs were much better. She stood up and said, "I can cook too."

Lu He seemed to agree reluctantly.

But in the kitchen, she didn't help much except chopping a few garlic cloves and handing him the salt shaker.

Despite her repeated objections, Lu He made three home-cooked dishes and a bowl of noodles.

At the dinner table, Lu He lit two more candles. Meng Siqi asked, "Lu He, do you need candles for a meal?"

Lu He said, "I saw your personal information on the list of dormitory rooms you applied for last year. I always remembered that your birthday was July 7. I'm sorry, Siqi. If these things hadn't happened today, I would have made you a richer dinner. I hope you don't mind."

Only then did Meng Siqi realize that Lu He said he made delicious food for her today because it was her birthday.

In this real world, little Meng Siqi’s birthday is in May. Meng Hui mentioned it the last time he gave her the bank card. Little Meng Siqi has never celebrated her birthday since the day she was born and her card was stolen in the hospital. Perhaps this day was not a good one, so it seemed to have become a taboo.

In her original world, her birthday is July 7th. She was born in the scorching summer, so her sincerity is as fiery as fire.

Last year, she applied for a dormitory room with the bureau, but was not approved due to resource constraints. However, the information she filled out was recorded by Lu He. Logically, Lu He must have found her information intentionally.

In fact, Meng Siqi had never celebrated her birthday from the time her father Meng Xinghai became seriously ill to the time he passed away until he came to this world. This was her first birthday here, and it was with Lu He.

"Thank you Lu He, thank you." There was some bitterness in Meng Siqi's eyes.

"Hurry up and blow out the candles, or the longevity noodles will get cold."

It turned out that this was longevity noodles. When cooking just now, Lu He pretended to be deep and lied to her that it would taste better with a fried egg.

Meng Siqi said: "Lu He, I'm very happy. Can I have a drink?"

"Okay, let's have a drink then."

In criminal investigation work, it is inevitable to have dinner together. She started to learn to drink a few cups. The pure and strong taste made her feel that she was not alone in her heart.

After blowing out the candles and eating the longevity noodles, Meng Siqi smiled and raised his glass, "Lu He, for our ideals and for our thirty years of youth without regrets, let's drink this cup together!"

"For our ideals, for the career of the police badge, and for Siqi's eternal beauty and health, let's drink this cup together!"

Meng Siqi's eyes gradually filled with tears.

With the rain storming in the background, she drank several cups until Lu He refused to let her drink any more.

But she was also sad. Whether it was Meng Siqi in this world or Meng Siqi in the original world, they were all experiencing separation of life and death, and the moment of life and death.

Where will fate take her, and what do her experiences over the past thirty years portend?

What are those mysterious images?

What is her future?

Will Lu He really survive?

He has clearly turned into bones, so what is he now?

Was it just an illusory dream of hers, or a dream from which she would never be able to wake up.

But the man before her was so real. From the first time she saw him, she felt that he was very familiar. His facial features were so clear, as if they were deeply rooted in her heart.

Meng Siqi was drowsy and fell asleep on the table.

"Siqi, Siqi." Lu He called her twice, but she still didn't respond.

The rain outside showed no sign of stopping, and the temperature in the house was getting lower and lower. Lu He was worried that she would catch a cold, so he took a coat and put it on her, then sat beside her, quietly observing her face, which was half lying on her elbow.

After watching for a long time, he felt the temperature in the room was dropping, so he had to pick her up and take her back to the fifth floor to rest.

It was still the familiar holding posture, just like the time when he held her away on the train. Now she was so quiet.

The wind in the corridor was a bit strong, mixed with splashing rain. Lu He held her tightly and walked up the stairs step by step.

He hoped that these steps would never end, forever.

The body temperature in his arms became stronger and stronger, and his blood began to rise. He slowly leaned down, put his nose close to her mouth and nose, and felt the breath she exhaled, that warm and sticky air.

When they reached the last step, he finally couldn't control himself and kissed her on the cheek.

The warmth and wetness that belonged only to her hit his cold lips, as if to shatter the demon that had been trapped in his heart for twenty-four years!

"Hu...Hu..." Lu He's breathing gradually became out of control.

He lost control and kissed her ear again. He thought that this should be the end for today and he couldn't go any further.

But he kissed the tip of her nose again.

You should stop now, Lu He!

After staying an inch away from her lips for a long while, he finally controlled himself. However, he felt extremely uncomfortable, as if his whole body was burning.

"Lu He, go ahead and kiss me. You can do whatever you want while no one is around!" The troubled demon in his heart was like a wildfire that could not be extinguished, mocking him.

At this moment, there was a flash of lightning. Meng Siqi seemed to be startled and her head shook slightly. Lu He hugged her tightly and ran to her room and put her into the quilt.

After arranging everything, he looked at her for a long time, as if he would never see her again after walking out of this door. He took a hot towel to wipe her face before walking out of her room. Finally, he couldn't help but kissed her on the face again.

When he returned to his residence, he felt so hot and his heart seemed to be about to burst out of his chest at any time. He suddenly opened the window and let the cold rain water his burning heat.

The next day, Meng Siqi returned to the police station. When the two of them went out to investigate, she apologized to Lu He: "I'm sorry, Lu He, I was drunk yesterday. Next time I must not overestimate my alcohol tolerance. I didn't expect that I would pass out after just a few glasses. I'm really useless."

"Wine can also relieve stress." Lu He said calmly, "Just control it in the future."

Meng Siqi nodded and said, "Thank you for celebrating my birthday yesterday."

"Thank you for your consideration, too."

"Lu He, there is something I want to ask you."

"Um?"

"You looked very sick yesterday. Can you tell me what's wrong with you? Has the doctor seen you?"

Lu He looked ahead of the car, was silent for a moment and said, "In fact, I have had this disease since I was a child. On rainy nights with thunder and lightning, my heart rate would speed up and my breathing would become difficult. It has become more and more serious in recent years, especially this year. I don't know what's wrong. If I'm out doing things and there are people around, I may be able to control myself, but when there's no one around, I'll start to have wild thoughts and lose control of myself, just like yesterday."

Meng Siqi felt Lu He's pain again and asked hurriedly, "So, what should we do next?"

Lu He looked at her and said seriously, "You."

"Me?" Meng Siqi asked doubtfully, "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing."

Meng Siqi still didn't understand, "But don't you need to see a doctor? What if it gets worse in the future?"

"No, believe me." Lu He looked at her steadily, because he had found the antidote, which was Meng Siqi.

He even had a strange idea: the next rainy night, if he got sick and she saw him, he would definitely hug her tighter.

He slowly noticed that Meng Siqi's eyes were lowered.

She seemed to be looking at his chest, as if she was thinking about something. Lu He didn't know what she was doing. She suddenly raised her eyes and said, "Lu He, can you give me the police badge on your chest?"

"What's wrong?" Lu He had a police badge pinned to the chest pocket of his police uniform. He took it off and handed it to her.

Meng Siqi held the police badge between two fingers, turned over to the back of the badge, and took out an art knife from the car glove box. In front of Lu He's puzzled eyes, she carefully used the tip of the knife to carve two connected small arcs on the back of the badge. Lu He could see that it was the symbol of flying.

Meng Siqi blew on the back of the badge and carefully handed it back to him, "Lu He, I carved a flying crane pattern on it. It will protect your safety in the future."

Lu He was deeply moved. He slowly grasped the police badge with Meng Siqi's mark, which symbolized eternal regret. He held it tightly and said solemnly, "This is my amulet. Even if I die, I will not throw it away."

Meng Siqi felt a little sad, but forced a smile: "Lu He, what are you talking about? This is to keep you safe."

"Yes, I was talking nonsense, thank you for your consideration."

This police badge is not only his amulet, but also carries the hope that Siqi has placed on it. It is stained with the warmth of her fingers and the breath of her mouth. He must cherish it.

"Lu He, you never told me stories about your childhood. Do you still remember the time you spent with your parents?"

Lu He didn't expect that Meng Siqi wanted to know about his childhood. Could it be that she thought this disease was related to his childhood?

"I don't remember," Lu He thought for a while, but still remembered nothing. "I only remember that the world was gray when I was a child. I seemed to be sick. I didn't like to communicate with people. I only liked to stay with my mother because I remember my mother's color was colorful. Later, I was adopted by Mr. Liang. He took me to many hospitals and cured my illness. I remember that I had severe autism."

Meng Siqi remembered the story Shen Xiangming had told her, the story of Lu He's childhood. When he was four years old, his father fell into a steelmaking furnace, which was witnessed by little Lu He. Since then, he has suffered from severe autism, loneliness, speech disorders, slow reactions, and abnormal intelligence. When he was five years old, his mother also passed away due to illness.

His world is indeed gray, except for his mother's color.

"Meng Siqi, you are colorful too!"