Chapter 40
When I got home, Aunt Lin was walking around the yard anxiously. The lawn under her feet had been trampled for who knows how long, and it looked like it was about to be trampled into a wasteland. Fortunately, the poor grass was finally saved by a car driving outside the gate.
Aunt Lin ran out as soon as she saw the familiar car, her eyes full of worry.
"Are you okay, Xiaoyi and Xiaoyu? Tell me, how come you guys run into something like this when you're out and about?"
As soon as Song Zhiyi and her brother got out of the car, Aunt Lin pulled them around to look at everything. That was not enough, so she got a bundle of mugwort leaves from somewhere and slapped them on the two of them while talking about how to dispel evil.
Song Zhiyi let her do what she wanted, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She took the time to tell Yu An to leave first, and then explained, "I just made a record to cooperate with the police investigation. It's really not a big deal."
"We've already been to the police station and they still say it's not a big deal," Aunt Lin didn't care what she said. After taking the photo of her, she went to pull Song Zhiyu and gave her another detailed instruction, "I boiled some grapefruit leaf water and put it in the hallway. Go wash your hands and face before going in."
"Okay." Song Zhiyi responded lazily. Just after taking two steps, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps behind him.
The population density in the villa area is already low, and it is night time now, so there is almost no other sound except the voices of Aunt Lin and Song Zhiyu talking. Therefore, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the stone slabs behind is particularly obvious.
Song Zhiyi stopped and turned to look. The distance was quite far and the person was backlit, so he could only see a tall black silhouette with slender arms and legs and big steps. There seemed to be something around his waist that was reflecting light.
It was not until they got closer that Song Zhiyi could see clearly that it was a chain hanging on a belt.
It's Qi Nanfeng.
She thought that Qi Nanfeng seemed to particularly like shiny things, such as the blue diamond earrings he wore on his ears all year round, and various silver chain items.
Soon, that familiar face appeared under the light of the street lamp. He looked a little different today.
Her black hair was neatly combed behind her head, and even when she was running, it was not messy at all. Her face was obviously made up, and her clothes and accessories were carefully matched. Did she just finish a promotion?
Moreover, whether it was because of his hairstyle or makeup, Song Zhiyi seemed to discover for the first time that his eyebrows and eyes were so cold. For example, now, when those eyes locked on her, she began to recall whether she had accidentally revealed her desire to take Qiuqiu for herself.
The answer is of course no. She hides her secrets very deeply. Very deeply.
Song Zhiyi nodded secretly and stood there leisurely.
Qi Nanfeng stopped in front of her, bringing a gust of hot air. He propped up his knees with his hands, his face flushed from running for a long time. He lowered his head and took a few breaths, then immediately raised his beautiful eyes and asked, "What happened? Zhiyu said you were caught fighting? You are not injured, right?"
He drove to the police station but found nothing. He contacted Aunt Lin and found out that they were on their way back, so he hurried back.
"?" Song Zhiyi narrowed his eyes, "Did he tell you that?"
"Aunt Lin, stop taking pictures. Nanfeng is here. Please save some face for me." Song Zhiyu muttered, and broke free from Aunt Lin's control. He ran over in two or three steps. After seeing Qi Nanfeng's outfit, he muttered in his heart, "Are you running at night?"
Why haven't you taken off your stage makeup?
"...The car broke down on the way." Qi Nanfeng stood up straight, took the handkerchief handed to him by Song Zhiyi, thanked him, wiped the sweat off his face and asked, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"
"Did you call?" Song Zhiyu fumbled out his cell phone from his pocket, pressed the power button, and said innocently, "Oh, the phone is out of battery."
Qi Nanfeng looked at Song Zhiyi again, and she shrugged and said lightly, "It was broken during the fight."
Although she had bought a new mobile phone while shopping for clothes before going to the police station, she had not had time to install a card and is still out of contact.
"Okay, okay, don't block here." Aunt Lin finally put down the wormwood leaves in her hand and called them in. "It's cool at night, go home and talk. You two should wash your hands and faces quickly. You must get rid of the bad luck after something like this, okay?"
The brother and sister answered in unison, "I understand—"
“…”
Following Auntie Lin's instructions, Song Zhiyi washed her hands and face with grapefruit leaf water. Smelling the scent on her body, she felt like she had turned into a walking grapefruit. The light yellow sweater she had just bought made her look even more like one.
Song Zhiyi's eyes unconsciously turned to the big round pomelo on the tea table. It seemed to be a gift when Aunt Lin bought pomelo leaves.
I want to eat it, but I don't want to peel it.
Aunt Lin was busy, and Song Zhiyu was explaining to Qi Nanfeng what happened today. Song Zhiyi thought about it, picked up a small toy from the sofa, and threw it towards his brother accurately.
"I don't know what's wrong with He Junhao..." Song Zhiyu paused and threw away the ball covered with cat saliva with two fingers in disgust.
As twins of a dragon and a phoenix, sometimes the brother and sister's thoughts are really connected, for example, now, both of them want to eat grapefruit, but they are waiting for the other to make the first move. But the elder sister has made it clear, and it is obviously impossible to expect her to be merciful. Song Zhiyu wrinkled his nose and reached out to pick up the grapefruit on the tea table with a bit of depression.
Got nothing.
"Then what happened to that guy surnamed He?" Qi Nanfeng had already neatly cut open the pomelo peel with a fruit knife and signaled him to continue with his eyes.
"Then..." Song Zhiyu was carried away by his words, trying hard to recall what he said last time, "Then he wanted to hit Shi Yumeng. Let me tell you, my sister looked so cool at that!"
Song Zhiyu suddenly jumped up, reached out and picked up the blue hardcover notebook on the other side of the table. The notebook was a little wrinkled because the inner pages were soaked in water, and made a dart-throwing motion. "This notebook flew over and hit He Junhao on the forehead! I think the bruise on his head will not disappear for more than ten days or half a month!"
Snap
The notebook was thrown out by him, and it was about to come into close contact with his face. Song Zhiyi reacted very quickly and knocked it to the ground. He opened his mouth again, and his voice instantly became eight degrees colder: "Song, Zhi, Yu."
"..." Song Zhiyu's legs trembled, and after a second of stalemate, he jumped away like a rabbit, shouting at the top of his voice as he ran, "Aunt Lin! Help! Song Zhiyi is going to kill someone!"
"...The more active he is, the more problems his brain has." Song Zhiyi muttered, and then smiled apologetically at Qi Nanfeng, "Xiaoyu is like this sometimes, a little too active."
[When did your hands start shaking so much that you couldn't even hold a notebook steady? Was it intentional?]
Qi Nanfeng had already peeled off half of the grapefruit, and couldn't help laughing. He took out two pieces of tissue paper, wrapped them, and pulled out a grapefruit segment, carefully peeled and deseeded it, and said sincerely: "You two siblings have a really good relationship."
"Most of the time, he's pretty annoying." Song Zhiyi lowered his head to check his notebook, but suddenly a hand with distinct joints and long fingers stretched out in front of him.
[What beautiful hands...]
She raised her eyes and wanted to say thank you, but after seeing his face clearly, she changed her words unconsciously: "Why are your ears so red?"
[How can she show such a decent expression while wearing such a seductive makeup! 】
"..." Qi Nanfeng swallowed, his Adam's apple rolling, and he almost couldn't maintain his expression.
"I have a fever."
"What?" Song Zhiyi asked subconsciously, and at the same time her eyes moved away from his red neck and Adam's apple.
"I said I have a fever," Qi Nanfeng closed his eyes lightly, stood up and left quickly, "I think I need to rest now, bye."
Song Zhiyi stood there, blinking in confusion at the place where he disappeared. Soon, the figure appeared from the door again, this time only half of his face was exposed.
He said, "Next time you encounter something like this, don't be impulsive. Your safety is the most important thing." He paused briefly and spoke softly, "See you tomorrow. Good night."
“…”
When Song Zhiyu brought Aunt Lin over again, he only saw Song Zhiyi eating a grapefruit in small bites. He asked, "Where is Nanfeng?"
"He left. Maybe something happened." Song Zhiyi answered casually.
"Gone? So soon." After hearing this, Song Zhiyu didn't force Aunt Lin to come over. He walked quickly to the sofa and fell down.
"What else can I say?" Song Zhiyi swallowed the last bite of grapefruit slowly and rolled her eyes at him. "Your friends came here out of concern for you, and this is how you treat them?"
"..." Song Zhiyu whistled, looked at the sky, the earth, and the cats, but he didn't dare to look at his sister.
Song Zhiyi sneered and warned, "Student Song Zhiyu, you are already an adult, don't be as childish as you were when you were a kid."
"Who is childish!" Song Zhiyu jumped up like a madman, "Sister, don't worry about it, this is a matter between us men!"
Although there was no evidence, his intuition told him that the way Qi Nanfeng looked at his sister was definitely not innocent!
"You dare to talk back, don't you?" The corners of Song Zhiyi's mouth were cold.
"... Humph!" Song Zhiyu still turned his head away as if he was unconvinced.
Aunt Lin was already used to the quarrels between the siblings, and had no intention of trying to stop them. She just threw the tissues piled in front of Song Zhiyi into the trash can. She caught a glimpse of the peeled grapefruit on the table and asked in surprise, "Xiaoyi, are you eating this?"
"Yeah, I ate a petal," Song Zhiyi glanced at his brother without leaving a trace, and deliberately emphasized, "It's quite sweet. Aunt Lin, I'll go upstairs first, you should also go to bed early, good night."
"Okay, go to bed early tonight and don't stay up late." Aunt Lin looked at the pomelo on the table again, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
This pomelo was clearly given by the boss as a gift, and he said it didn't taste good. She originally wanted it to be a natural air purifier, so why did Song Zhiyi actually eat it?
"... Ugh! Gah..." Song Zhiyu had already peeled the pomelo and took a bite, but he swallowed it whole before his mouth could react. The sour taste immediately made his saliva flow, and he hugged the trash can and vomited continuously.
At this moment, the thought in Song Zhiyu's mind was not how sour the pomelo was, but whether his sister deliberately said that the pomelo was sweet just to tease him; or was it sweet because it was peeled by a male fox spirit?
For Song Zhiyu, this is destined to be an unsolved mystery.
*
After washing up, Song Zhiyi did not rest immediately. Instead, she sat on the swing chair on the balcony of her bedroom and opened her character card album.
It’s still a gentle character card.
At the end of the character card, there is a news report with the title "Police Officer Fukuichiya cracks the mysterious "ghost marriage" industry chain", and the time is three years after Wen Yue's death.
Song Zhiyi placed his finger on the news, but the corresponding scene did not appear in front of his eyes as before. Instead, he was directly drawn into a torrent of text.
One after another, text appeared before my eyes. They were either mourning blog posts, or accusatory comments, or articles published in newspapers.
Wen Yue was a well-known child star, and her sudden death has always been a dark cloud hanging over the heads of fans. After learning that she had psychological problems due to being "bullied", many fans demanded that the school give an explanation. The school was in great distress, and even when the master tape of the surveillance was released directly, there were people questioning and cursing.
It wasn't until Wen Yue's former psychiatrist showed up that the pressure on the school was slightly shifted - because now the one being scolded was the psychiatrist.
Under the deliberate crying and rhythm of Wen Ying and He Junhao, the psychologist was accused of being in cahoots with the school and taking money from the school to confuse right and wrong.
After all, Wen Ying is Wen Yue's biological mother and has a natural advantage in public opinion. Things have developed to this point, and even if the psychologist exposes Wen Yue's medical records, it will be of no avail. She can only resign and return to her hometown to recuperate.
A lively and noisy online carnival came to an end, and the Ho Chun-ho couple made an untold amount of profit from it.
Only Wen Yue was still lying in the small coffin, buried with strangers.
Until the den of ghost marriage was destroyed and exposed by the police.
It is hard for everyone to believe that such a dirty thing still exists in modern society. The astonishing profits and almost cost-free transactions have made it form a complete industrial chain. Even because of the special nature of this "business", almost all participants consciously keep their mouths shut. It is hard to imagine how much effort the Fuzhou police spent to arrest all the criminals.
Because this incident was so shocking and unethical, once the report came out, related entries remained on the hot search list for more than half a month.
When the heat had cooled down a bit, it exploded again with the announcement of the list of suspects.
It all started when a netizen found a familiar name, He Xhao, on the list released by the police.
Soon, another resourceful netizen found out that the small villa built by He Junhao in his hometown was already empty. According to local villagers, several police cars did come to the village some time ago.
Wen Yue's death was already shrouded in doubt, and it was even more chilling when linked to this bizarre ghost marriage incident.
Soon, old news from three years ago was dug up again, and the psychiatrist's remarks that had been ignored were once again taken seriously by netizens. Coupled with the fact that there had been no evidence of Wen Yue being bullied for three years, the cause of Wen Yue's death once again became suspicious.
Some people began to agree with the psychiatrist that Wen Yue was killed by family pressure, while more people speculated that Wen Yue might have been forced to death by He Junhao and his wife. Because the testimony of He, the leader of the ghost marriage, mentioned that the more beautiful and young the woman, the higher the price of the corpse.
As soon as this speculation came out, fans of Wen Yue and others were so angry that they lost their minds. In just two days, He Junhao's house was smashed to pieces. Coincidentally, even netizens who rushed over empty-handed could always pick up "unwanted" pickaxes, nail rakes and other items on the roadside.
Once a hot topic appears, people will naturally follow it. More villagers began to reveal information, such as that He Junhao's ancestors worked in funerals and he has been doing the work of crying at funerals since he was a child; some people even said that the He family has been Feng Shui masters since the feudal dynasty, and that ghost marriages are all news passed down from their ancestors.
Various messages are mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
In order to calm public opinion and to find out the truth of the matter, the police in Yasukawa City and Fu City quickly joined forces to investigate the case. They finally found Wen Yue's body and later announced the interrogation surveillance of He Junhao.
It is said that Wen Yue did commit suicide at home and left a suicide note, saying that she could no longer bear such pressure and did not want to be a money-making machine anymore. Unlike Wen Ying, who had the confidence to leave He Junhao, she was willing to imprison herself. Wen Yue chose to commit suicide not only because he could no longer bear it, but also because he wanted to wake Wen Ying up with his death.
It is unknown what Wen Ying thought after reading the suicide note. In any case, He Junhao still did not let go of Wen Yue, this "cash cow". Almost the moment he found her body, he had the idea of selling it.
Things went smoothly, and he even gained a high position in the gang by selling celebrity daughters.
After being arrested, the suspects received the punishment they deserved, and the truth behind Wen Yue’s mysterious death was revealed.
She could finally rest in peace in a quiet place.
——
Song Zhiyi relaxed for a while after reading all this. She was mentally prepared, so it wasn't difficult for her to accept it. It was just that she felt dizzy seeing so many words flashing before her eyes.
I opened the window and felt the cool night breeze blowing against my face. My agitated mind finally cleared up a little. Outside, someone's dog barked twice, but I couldn't hear it clearly.
The night was alluring, but it was hard to see the stars when looking up. Song Zhiyi looked at the gray sky for a while and decided to find some time to go to the countryside for some fun.
After calming down, Song Zhiyi finally got to use her long-neglected mobile phone. She installed a SIM card, turned it on, connected to the WiFi at home, and logged into a bunch of commonly used apps.
Synchronizing data is a big project, so Song Zhiyi first opened WeChat and took a look at the message.
In the pinned chat box, there were several messages from someone with the note "Sister Miaomiao". Song Zhiyi glanced at them quickly, then immediately checked the call history. After finding no missed calls, she decided to talk about it tomorrow.
Sister Miaomiao, also known as Miaohenliu, was a girl that she and her mother Song Yunzhi picked up from a mountain village twelve years ago.
Miao Henliu was five years older than her and was in high school at the time. The education capacity in the small mountain village was poor, and they... really didn't have much money. For Miao Henliu's future, her grandmother borrowed a phone and called Song Yunzhi who was far away in Anchuan City.
When Song Zhiyi set out, she only knew that she was going to pick up a sister. After taking a plane, a train, a bus, and a donkey car, she suddenly felt that she had been fooled by Ms. Song again. After almost a day of traveling, they finally arrived at Miao Henliu's home.
This was the first time Song Zhiyi went to such a poor place. Not to mention water, electricity, and internet, things she had long been accustomed to, Miao Henliu's house didn't even have a decent door at that time.
That day, Song Yunzhi was talking to Miao Henliu's grandmother in a room with only a curtain serving as a door, while she was taken by Miao Henliu, whom she met for the first time, to catch grasshoppers for the whole afternoon.
They also teamed up to knock out the teeth of several boys who spoke in an indecent manner.
When they returned with a string of fat grasshoppers covered with foxtail grass stems and a bunch of howling toothless boys, Song Zhiyi swore that it was the first time she saw Ms. Song's expression so exposed and ugly.
This is an achievement that even Song Zhiyu has never achieved.
Later she found out that in order to reassure Miao Henliu's grandmother, Song Junzhi boasted to her about her educational achievements for a long time, that is, Song Zhiyi who was catching grasshoppers crazily and fighting that day.
In short, after knowing that she beat people because those boys called Miao Henliu a bastard, they still took Miao Henliu away smoothly, and a year later, they successfully persuaded Miao Henliu's grandmother to come to the city to accompany her to study.
As for Miao Henliu's background, Song Zhiyi had guessed it a long time ago - Miao Henliu should be the child of one of her uncles in the Liu family.
Her hatred for the Liu family can be seen from her name. When Miao Henliu was just called Miaomiao, after they took her out, the first thing "Miaomiao" asked was to help change her name.
However, Song Zhiyi only learned about Miao Henliu's specific life experience several years later.
According to Song Yunzhi, Miao Henliu's mother was originally a college student with a bright future, but she was seduced by the man from the Liu family, who was Miao Henliu's biological father, and went astray. Not long after giving birth to Miao Henliu, she passed away.
Song Yunzhi had met her once when they were young. After she was abandoned, she gave her some money and a phone number. This number later became the life-saving straw that pulled Miao Henliu out of the quagmire.
As for who Miao Henliu's biological father was, Song Yunzhi didn't reveal it in the end. But it didn't matter, because the good ones in that family had all run away or died, and the rest were all bad people.
After Miao Henliu graduated from university, Song Zhiyi's "Miss Zhi" identity began to take shape. Both of them were talented in business, and they supported each other in their struggles. Later, Miao Henliu went abroad for further studies, and after returning to China, she directly became Song Zhiyi's "professional manager", and existed as a capable assistant to "Miss Zhi".
Because she was always wary of the Liu family, Song Yunzhi was very careful when training Miao Henliu and never met her once in Anchuan City. Therefore, it was almost impossible for outsiders to connect the Song family and Miao Henliu.
It's the same now. Song Zhiyi and Miao Henliu used to hold a video conference every day to report on work progress or plan future development routes, but this year the development of Zhiman has tended to be stable, and she had that strange dream that foreshadowed Song Zhiyu's death. She simply made an excuse that she wanted to take a long vacation and completely became a hands-off manager.
Of course, I didn't completely give up. I still have to control the big things. But since Sister Miao Miao didn't even call me, it must not be a big deal.
Song Zhiyi quickly convinced herself, glanced at the work message sent by Miao Henliu and continued reading.
[Boiled Fish: Sister! Something big happened [Picture]]
[Boiled Fish: The old man is asking me about your preferences. What did you do? 】
[Song Zhiyi:? ]
[Song Zhiyi: Say it the other way around]
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