Chapter 39

The sky was dark and cloudy, and it looked like a storm was about to come.

A rainstorm warning popped up on her phone. Song Zhiyi took a look, whispered goodbye to her sister-in-law, and left with her umbrella. She arrived just in time. When she was still a dozen steps away from the burning site, she saw Song Zhiyu walking out, with droopy eyelids and a look that said "keep away from strangers".

Smoked by the smoke? This thought just came up but was suppressed by Song Zhiyi. It doesn't look like that. It looks like he is angry. It's strange. Xiaoyu has been "bullied" since he was a child. His temper has always been as good as a clay man. What happened to him that made him so angry that his face almost fell to the ground.

Song Zhiyi seemed to be standing there calmly with her umbrella in her hand, but in fact, she had already begun to desperately search for comforting quotes. However, when someone came to her, before she could utter the first syllable, she saw Song Zhiyu pulling an empty box, and he didn't even raise his eyelids, but he slid past smoothly as if he had turned on automatic obstacle avoidance.

"..." Song Zhiyi came back to his senses, grabbed the handle of the suitcase, threw all the words of comfort behind his mind, and asked, "Are you looking for a soul?"

"Sister?" Song Zhiyu was still wondering what the couple meant by their words, and his eyes looked a little weak at the moment.

Song Zhiyi took two steps forward and stood side by side with him. She tilted her umbrella to the side and said in a rare gentle tone, "A heavy rain warning has been issued. Let's go back first."

"Okay." Song Zhiyu nodded, leaned over the suitcase and took the umbrella handle to hold it. After taking just two steps, she suddenly stopped. Her expression suddenly brightened, and she said as if she had just woken up from a dream, "Sister, can you help me check for someone?"

What's the point of him imagining this? Wouldn't it be faster to just ask her sister for help?!

*

"Those are the people?"

The weather was bad today and it was a weekday, so there were few people at the cemetery. However, not far ahead there was an unusual group of people gathered. A rough count showed that there were about twenty of them, and more than half of them were journalists and media.

If I remember correctly, they also met this group of people when they came here today. It seemed that they were here to mourn the child star who passed away not long ago?

"Yes, it's them. I've met Wen Yue's mother." Song Zhiyu said eagerly, "Sister, can you help me check Wen Yue's information? I want to see how she died."

Knowing that he was not the kind of person who would make a fuss, Song Zhiyi did not immediately reject this slightly rude request: "Do you suspect there was something wrong with her death?"

"I'm not sure," Song Zhiyu answered honestly, "I just thought she died too suddenly, and I heard what Wen Yue's mother said when I was burning things just now."

Song Zhiyu paused for a moment, then spoke carefully, "I care about what that man said."

"The one standing in the front?" The distance was a bit far, so Song Zhiyi took a few steps forward.

"Yes, that's him." Song Zhiyu answered in a low voice, "He should be Wen Yue's stepfather."

"Yueyue, it's all Dad's fault!"

After only a short break, the man's miserable wails rang out again, his voice full of tears and his face mournful. Anyone who heard or saw him was heartbroken and burst into tears. Those who didn't know would have thought he was burying his own parents. He was so professional that it looked like he had just started burying his own parents since he could run as a two-year-old.

Although the situation was wrong, Song Zhiyi couldn't help but say, "Remember his facial expressions and movements. It will help you in your acting."

"...Ah?" The topic changed faster than a roller coaster. Song Zhiyu thought about it, took out her phone and recorded a video, while recording, she asked, "Sister, do you mean he is acting?"

"Don't you think? His sadness is a bit too typical." Song Zhiyi lowered her head and took out the character card book from her bag. Now she has gotten used to carrying this book with her wherever she goes.

"Besides," Song Zhiyi looked up after hearing the howling, and happened to see the man slamming his head on the ground as if he had no more strength to cry. Immediately, an expression of dismay appeared on his face, "What kind of good person would come to the grave wearing black on the outside and red pants on the inside."

Song Zhiyu: “…”

After all, I can’t not wear contact lenses just because I’m lazy.

Song Zhiyi had already written the name on the character card booklet. She turned the page and saw a female star with the same name. She turned another page.

"The four-year-old child star who debuted, is it her?" Song Zhiyi asked.

Song Zhiyu nodded. Even though she knew she couldn't see anything, she still walked over and looked at the "heavenly book" curiously. Of course, she didn't forget to hold up her phone in her right hand to continue recording the man's crying scene.

Song Zhiyi ignored his actions and quickly browsed through the ten lines.

[School... I remember the public information was that Wen Yue committed suicide due to school bullying? It seems that no one in school bullied her. Instead, it was her stepfather who got addicted to gambling in recent years and forced her to drop out of school to take endless filming jobs. Tsk, scum.]

The voice suddenly dropped several degrees. Shi Yumeng, who was standing at the back of the crowd, looked around and found that the people around him did not show any special reaction, so he suppressed his doubts.

Who is this beautiful sister that Song Zhiyu brought? Why does she feel a little uneasy when she hears her name?

Shi Yumeng shrugged her shoulders slightly and took a step forward inadvertently, but she heard the clear sound beside her ear suddenly disappear. After a pause of only a moment, she stepped back.

This sound has a reception range? What are the channels that can be received?

Shi Yumeng thought about it for a while, but soon calmed down and listened attentively.

[…Just as Xiaoyu thought, there is indeed something strange about Wen Yue’s death.]

Song Zhiyi looked up at the two people who were still crying and putting on a show for the media. Her eyes were cold and her voice unconsciously became deeper: "Wen Yue did commit suicide, but it was not because of campus bullying."

Song Zhiyu was startled when she continued, "She suffered from severe depression due to the non-stop work and the pressure from her biological mother and stepfather. The doctor suggested that she take a break for a while and return to her normal high school life. But for the sake of money, He Junhao certainly wouldn't let her rest. He was even afraid that Wen Yue would gain weight after taking the treatment medicine, so he secretly replaced her medicine with vitamins and calcium tablets, and hid the ones that couldn't be replaced.

"Wen Yue went to Wen Ying and cried and begged. Wen Ying agreed every time, but He Junhao would just fool her and go back on his word. Wen Yue saw no hope in such a life and finally chose to end her life.

"It looks like suicide, but there are clearly two murderers."

After Song Zhiyi finished this long string of words, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath with restraint, and then slowly exhaled.

The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella became more rapid. The autumn wind blew past, sweeping the fallen leaves and rain, and also blew her voice into pieces.

Song Zhiyu did not reply. He just took out his phone, switched to the dialing page, and firmly pressed three numbers.

"Don't be impatient," Song Zhiyi noticed his movements and stopped him, "We don't have any evidence yet. Let me take a look."

Generally speaking, the information on the personality card should end with the end of the owner's life, but there are a few exceptions. For example, after the owner's death, if some news related to him/her appears and the impact is significant enough, there will be an additional record after the personality card information.

There is a supplementary record at the end of Wen Yue's character card. It is a news report.

Song Zhiyi held the character card booklet in her left hand, and slowly zipped up her coat with her right hand. While she was doing these things, her inner voice also echoed in Shi Yumeng's ears.

[Fuck! This family is really careless. Wen Yue has been making money for them since she was four years old. They can't even rest in peace after forcing her to death. They even made an urn filled with flour to confuse people? ]

Flour? Shi Yumeng's face turned pale. If there was flour in the ashes, then where was Wen Yue's body?

[Wen Yue raised them for more than ten years. She should have repaid them for all the kindness she gave them. But what did they do?! They wanted to take advantage of Wen Yue's celebrity status and make some money, but they even dared to sell Wen Yue's body for a ghost marriage? If this old bitch is so short of money, why not just die first? There is always as much paper money as you want!]

Ghost marriage. Shi Yumeng was so angry that her whole body was shaking. She wished she could rush over and tear off He Junhao's disguise right now and make everything public.

She is still a minor, and this mysterious sister told her this specifically, definitely wanting her to make a big deal about it and give Wen Yue justice. If that's the case, what are you waiting for? Shi Yumeng, it's up to you!

[…It’s a bit troublesome. We don’t have any evidence.]

Before Shi Yumeng could even release the fist he was using to encourage himself, he heard the voice speaking to someone:

[How can you call the police? We can't explain. If we can scatter the ashes in Wen Ying's hand, it will be great. There is a huge difference between ashes and flour. We can call the police naturally, but how can we scatter them...]

Scattering ashes, huh? She got it.

Shi Yumeng stared at Wen Ying's back and rushed forward like a calf, pretending to cry.

Yueyue, I'm here to save you.

"Aunt!"

Shi Yumeng cried out, pushed through the crowd, and rushed over with a particularly sad look on his face. The rain was falling even harder, and his wet hair stuck to his neck, freezing him to the bone.

"Don't be too sad!"

"Ouch." Wen Ying was older after all, and the urn in her hand was almost thrown out by this toss. She turned around and said, trying hard to suppress her anger, "Yumeng, why don't you be more careful."

The urn didn't fall over. Shi Yumeng was a little anxious. She didn't care about the small talk and hugged Wen Ying again. She howled and shook her hard secretly: "Auntie, I'm so sad. How could Yueyue commit suicide at such a young age? Was it really because she was bullied?"

Wen Ying was touched by what she said, and her face was a little embarrassed: "Yumeng, I know you can't accept this, but..."

Snap——

The urn fell onto the stone steps with a clear, crisp sound. He Junhao and Wen Ying's faces suddenly changed and they rushed over in a hurry.

The next moment, Wen Ying stumbled and fell as if she had tripped over something. The urn in her hand lost its lid and fell out, with the clean white flour inside spilling all over the floor.

Shi Yumeng retracted her foot and ran towards the urn first. Before He Junhao could react, she held it in her arms and screamed, "Why is there flour in it?!"

Wen Ying was still lying on the ground. Upon hearing this, she looked at He Junhao with a pleading look.

He Junhao cursed inwardly, but he had to put on a smile and said, "Yumeng, come and give Yueyue to me. You are a child and you don't know what's going on. It's raining, don't let anything happen to Yueyue again."

Shi Yumeng held the urn and looked at him warily: "I am young, not stupid. This is clearly flour. Where did you hide Yueyue?"

“Yeah, this doesn’t look like ashes.”

The invited guests and journalists were not stupid and they intuitively sensed that there was big news here.

"Mr. He, why is there flour in the urn? Why are you doing this? Where is Wen Yue's real body? Mr. He, Mr. He..."

"Get out of the way!" He Junhao pushed away the reporters who were surrounding him and approached Shi Yumeng in anger, "Give me Yueyue!"

"No! Who knows if you will destroy the evidence?" Shi Yumeng shouted while hiding. "Call the police! Call the police! They must have done something shameful!"

"#@￥% stinky* bitch," He Junhao had already grabbed Shi Yumeng and raised his right hand high, "Give it to me!"

"No!" Shi Yumeng closed his eyes and stretched his neck to shout, holding the urn tightly in his arms.

Bang--

A muffled sound came from above his head, followed by He Junhao's cry of pain. Before Shi Yumeng could even open her eyes, she felt a pair of hands gently turning her to the other side.

"Don't look."

The gentle female voice beside her ears made her ears feel a little hot, followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and a coat that still carried body temperature was swung over, blocking out the drizzling rain.

Shi Yumeng closed her eyes tightly and felt her face burning.

The sound of rain outside and the sounds of fists hitting flesh mixed together, and it was difficult to hear clearly. Shi Yumeng opened his eyes in the blurry darkness, quietly lifted his clothes and took a look outside.

In the continuous rain, a tall woman in a white short-sleeved shirt and black trousers flipped He Junhao to the ground with swift and decisive moves. When she exerted force with her arms, her smooth muscle lines could be faintly seen.

Heroic and dashing.

Shi Yumeng found that she suddenly had a deeper and clearer understanding of this word.

"Are you okay?" Song Zhiyu stood by her side, holding an umbrella to protect her from the rain. In his hand, he held a wet character card. He looked at Shi Yumeng's obviously unwell face and asked, "Do you have a fever? How about I take you to find a place to change clothes first?"

"No, no," Shi Yumeng tried her best to suppress the blush on her face, "That handsome... I mean that sister, don't we need to help her?"

"You're talking about my sister. She solved this little thing very quickly." Before he finished speaking, He Junhao lay on the ground with his limbs limp, like a dead pig that could only howl. Song Zhiyu raised his chin and said, "See, I told you it would be quick."

"What did my sister do to him?" Shi Yumeng was a little worried. "With so many media here, it won't have any impact on her, right?"

"It's nothing." Song Zhiyi came over, still calm even though he was soaked like a chicken in the soup, "Xiaoyu has already called the police, the police should be here soon, as for the media friends present."

Song Zhiyi smiled proudly: "Everyone, do you mind being a witness to what happened today?"

Everyone: "...I don't mind, I don't mind."

Who would mind? Didn't you see that she was smiling like this when she beat up He Junhao?

*

After a lot of trouble, it was completely dark.

As a dangerous person who was beaten up right away, Song Zhiyi had a lot of trouble dealing with the police. As for the reason for the beating, she and Shi Yumeng had already discussed it before the police arrived.

"...I don't know He Junhao. I was just passing by today, and I saw him scolding and beating Yumeng. I can't just sit there and wait for you to come, can I?"

"And I knew what I was doing," Song Zhiyi smiled, "I just temporarily disabled him. The injury is not serious at all."

“…”

When Song Zhiyi came out of the interrogation room, Shi Yumeng rushed over with a cup of hot milk tea and asked with concern, "Sister, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Song Zhiyi lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her arm. "Sorry, I'm still late."

Although he blocked the slap, He Junhao still left a bruise on Shi Yumeng's arm.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury," Shi Yumeng shook his head like a wave drum, and then handed the milk tea in his hand to her, saying in a mosquito-like voice, "Well, thank you sister for saving me."

"You're welcome. We should thank you this time." Song Zhiyi took the milk tea and gently ruffled her hair. If she hadn't accidentally knocked over the urn, they probably wouldn't have intervened so quickly.

Why thank her? Shi Yumeng rubbed the corner of his clothes helplessly. Soon, he heard another sentence:

"Can I take you home if possible?"

Song Zhiyi looked at her with a gentle smile on her face.

It was so gentle that Shi Yumeng was halfway through the drive when she remembered that her family was still waiting for her at the police station.

“……” Reply to the message.

Shi Yumeng quickly picked up the phone, and was almost blinded by the brightness as soon as she opened it. She quickly lowered the brightness and opened WeChat. As expected, there were already a lot of unread messages on it.

While replying to the message, she heard Song Zhiyi say something and asked hurriedly, "What?"

"I say," Song Zhiyi looked at her thoughtfully, "you knocked over the urn in Wen Ying's hand, did you do it on purpose?"

“…”

Shi Yumeng blinked blankly, wondering what she meant by this.

It was known that Song Zhiyi had told her that the urn contained flour, so what did she mean now? Did she not want to tell anyone?

After thinking for a while, Shi Yumeng answered tentatively: "Actually, I did find something wrong." As for what was wrong, let her make it up.

"No way, you discovered it too?" Song Zhiyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around with an incredulous look on his face.

Song Zhiyi rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily, "Only someone as blind as you who doesn't wear glasses would fail to notice that He Junhao's red pants were so obvious when he squatted down!"

"Red Autumn Pants?" Shi Yumeng couldn't help but let out a low cry. Seeing Song Zhiyi's puzzled look, he quickly added, "Yes, it was because of the Red Autumn Pants that I discovered something was wrong."

In fact, she was only concerned about feeling sorry for Wen Yue at the time and didn't pay attention to these details at all. However, Song Zhiyi suddenly asked this question. Was it to give her a reason to answer the police officer's questions?

It seems that Song Zhiyi was indeed thoughtful. Although she had obfuscated many doubts because of her young age and pretended to be frightened, the police were not fools and they would probably ask her again in the future. It would be easier to deal with her with this excuse.

Then, Song Zhiyi saw that the look of the little girl in front of him suddenly became even more admiring.

Although I don't know what happened, no one can be unhappy when being looked at with such eyes. Song Zhiyi tried her best to control her facial expressions and movements to make her look more calm, and then she heard the brave and thoughtful little fan girl in front of her ask a strange question.

She asked: "Sister, where do you think Wen Yue's body is?"

*

When Song Zhiyi got home, she saw Shi Yumeng opened the door to a dark living room and couldn't help asking, "Where are your family members?"

I'm still rushing home from the police station.

Shi Yumeng smiled awkwardly: "They have something to do and will be back soon."

Song Zhiyi frowned slightly, but didn't say much. She just said, "Have a good rest. If you have any problems, you can call me. Don't be afraid."

Shi Yumeng nodded lightly, closed the door with a red face, then walked quickly in the darkness, watching Song Zhiyi appear and get into the car without blinking.

It wasn't until the car drove away that I felt the temperature on my face drop a little.

She touched the knitted sweater that Song Zhiyi bought for her and a faint smile appeared on her face again. But when she thought of Wen Yue who was missing, the smile quickly disappeared.

"Hello? Is this Officer Qi? It's me, Shi Yumeng."

"Warm corpse, I think it might be in..."

"How do I know?" Hearing the question on the other end of the phone, Shi Yumeng pursed her lips and said:

"Last night, Wen Yue came to me in a dream."