Chapter 53

The phone rang several times, but none of them were the news Song Zhiyi wanted.

Did they go to the mountains again? It can't be such a coincidence. They were showing off their lavish dinner a few days ago. It looked like they were in the city.

Song Zhiyi pursed his lips and rubbed Qiuqiu's head frantically. Finally, he slumped down on the chair like a deflated man, kicked his toes and turned around.

One week, she thought, give them one more week. If they still refuse to tell her the whole truth, she will really go abroad and ask them face to face!

Qiuqiu was lying on her lap, but was frightened by her action. He kicked his hind legs and jumped onto the table to lick his fur. Song Zhiyi ignored his action, opened the drawer beside her hand, and took out a plain jewelry box. When she opened the box, a blue diamond earring was quietly lying inside.

Exactly the same. Except for the slightly oxidized part of the silver base that was not wiped clean, everything else is exactly the same as the earring I came to see this morning.

If I remember correctly, she first saw this pair of earrings in her aunt's jewelry box. She was three or four years old at that time. She didn't even have pierced ears, but she just liked them. Later, her aunt gave her this pair of earrings as a birthday gift.

After receiving this gift, Song Zhiyi begged her mother for several months before she was taken to a doctor to have two ear holes pierced. Later, her younger sister had an accident, and the pair of earrings became a heirloom that she carefully preserved.

As far as I can remember, the only time she wore these earrings was at the memorial service held by the Liu family for her aunt a few months after her death.

Looking back now, it was clearly a conspiracy.

Song Zhiyi twisted his ear needles, the corners of his mouth drooped, and his expression was cold.

There are some things you don’t understand when you are a child, but only when you look back after you grow up can you see the twists and turns behind them.

Back then, her parents probably thought that the Liu family's next target would be Jingchen, her father, and never imagined that the Liu family would be so heartbroken as to attack their two young sons. Similarly, they had no guard against Liu Qifan, who was only a few years older than Song Zhiyi.

Including Song Zhiyi himself.

Even though she was warned to protect herself, she was too young and was fooled by Liu Qifan and walked out of the Liu family's old house. Then they encountered kidnappers together. Liu Qifan escaped safely, but she narrowly escaped.

After escaping death, she only had one earring left. To comfort her, her parents said that it was her aunt's spirit in heaven that saved her from the disaster. Song Zhiyi believed it and from then on she thought that the earring was the incarnation of her aunt and would take it out from time to time to talk to her.

Then one day, the other earring disappeared out of nowhere at home and could not be found anywhere. Song Zhiyi cried until her voice became hoarse, and then Song Zhiyu admitted that he envied his sister for talking to his sister-in-law every day, and he wanted to say something too, so he secretly took it out to have a look, but he really put it back as it was.

Regardless of whether this is true or not, that night, Song Zhiyu's crying was louder than the noise in the slaughterhouse.

But in the end, the earring was never found, and it became a complete mystery. No one knew how it ended up in the CD box in the utility room.

Snap——

The tote bag that was standing on the side of the desk fell over, and a white cat's tail was faintly visible inside it.

Song Zhiyi's forehead twitched, and he said helplessly: "Ball - come out."

CRACK——

Baji, Baji——

"..." Song Zhiyi grabbed the cat's legs and pulled it out, "What are you doing? There's nothing in the bag for you to chew!"

"Woo-ah." Qiuqiu called out twice impatiently, stretched his neck and kicked his legs, rolled up his tongue, and spit out a small piece of something from his mouth.

"You eat everything," Song Zhiyi took out a tissue and wrapped the thing in it and picked it up, looking a little relaxed, "Luckily you didn't swallow it, otherwise you would have to go to the hospital for surgery, you know."

"Meow——" Qiuqiu wagged its tail, lay on the table, staring at the pendant in Song Zhiyi's hand, and it seemed that it had not given up yet.

Song Zhiyi ignored the stubborn cat and took a tissue to wipe the pendant carefully. When she came back, she was in a hurry and accidentally brought back Miao Henliu's pendant. Although it was given by the Liu family, Miao Henliu didn't care much about it, but after all, it was someone else's thing, and it would be bad if it was damaged.

"How come your teeth are so good?" Song Zhiyi couldn't help but complain as she looked at the faint tooth marks on the base of the pendant. "If you keep biting it, you'll tear this gem off."

Now the base has been bitten to pieces, and is covered in saliva.

"There's even cat hair..." Song Zhiyi muttered, padding his fingers with a tissue, trying to pull out the "cat hair" on the edge.

The next moment, Song Zhiyi picked up the ball of thing that was pulled out, and his expression changed drastically.

——It was a small clump of hair.

Gray, human hair.

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Meanwhile, outside the city.

Passing through the ordinary mountain road, behind the dense jungle, there are tall walls covered with electric grids. On top of the walls, there is a lookout every 20 meters, which is strictly guarded day and night.

This place is so mysterious that it cannot even be found by satellite, and its security level is no less than that of any secret base. But the person guarding it is not some secret item, but just a man. A man who is very afraid of death.

A low-profile black car passed through numerous checkpoints and stopped in front of the heavy gate. Immediately, at least five people surrounded it and demanded to verify the identity of the passengers.

"It's me." The back seat window was rolled down, revealing half of a handsome profile.

"It turns out to be the young master. Please wait a moment. I will open the door for you."

Liu Qifan nodded slightly and closed the car window.

After the black car drove away, the people who suddenly appeared stayed where they were. One of the younger ones sighed, "It's really lively recently. I've been here for five years, and I haven't seen as many outsiders as I have in just one month."

"You've only been here for a short time," a dark-skinned man said gruffly, "It was really lively six or seven years ago."

"Really?" the young man asked subconsciously, "Brother Bei, please tell me about it..."

"What is there to say? Go back and keep watch. I think you are too cowardly. It is not for you and me to criticize the master's affairs."

The man who was speaking had a simple and honest look. His small eyes flashed with a gleam that was inconsistent with his face. His right eyebrow was cut off in the middle, and the scar went all the way to his temple, making him look even more ferocious.

If Song Zhiyi was present, she would probably recognize at a glance that this man was the kidnapper who kidnapped her and should have died in prison long ago.