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While Fang Chengyin was removing his makeup, the director's assistant came in and said that his scenes were about to begin, but Liu Jinyi had performed well and they hoped he could stay on set for a longer period.
Fang Chengyin did not answer directly, but looked at Liu Jinyi. The assistant was very perceptive and turned to ask Liu Jinyi.
His questioning style differed from the concerns ordinary people have about candidates preparing for exams; it was highly purposeful, all aimed at securing Fang Chengyin's retention.
Fang Chengyin felt very uncomfortable listening to this, but fortunately Liu Jinyi, who had suffered because of his impulsive behavior, knew how to refuse.
"I'm sorry..." Liu Jinyi said, sounding like a child who had made a mistake.
Fang Chengyin put down the tissue and looked at his assistant, who then realized he had misunderstood and hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
Fang Chengyin, being perceptive, gave Liu Jin a friendly look: "So I hope you remember well what you should and shouldn't do at what time."
As Fang Chengyin's features became clearer, Liu Jinyi asked, "That person... why didn't he try to hide himself?"
"That person?" Fang Cheng thought he was referring to the suspect. "Some people just like to seek thrills and hope to attract someone's attention."
Liu Jin didn't speak, and fell into deep thought.
Fang Chengyin then realized he had misunderstood and turned to look at him suspiciously, "Why have you been so concerned about homosexuality these past few days?"
Fang Chengyin is rather blunt with people he's not close to.
Liu Jinyi hadn't expected him to be so direct, and explained as if afraid of misunderstanding: "When people around us discuss same-sex relationships, they're always subtle in their words. Although most of the time there's no discrimination, there's no blessing either. There are two in our grade, but they're very low-key; they're afraid of attracting more attention. But that person was so different. Even ordinary adults can't do that, he's a celebrity. Is he trying to use his status to break free from constraints, or is he trying to gain the approval of others?"
By the time he finished speaking, Fang Chengyin's face had darkened, and Liu Jinyi believed he hadn't said anything wrong.
Fang Chengyin changed out of his costume and into his own autumn jacket, then sat back down and said, "Not everyone has a broad mind and a grand vision. Certain people do need to pay attention to certain things, but that doesn't mean they can't have a normal daily life. Celebrities are the same. Although some restrain themselves for the sake of resources, there are always a few who are different, and some even expose themselves because they've become accustomed to it. He's just used to that pattern, and you don't dislike him, do you?"
Generally speaking, middle school students like Liu Jinyi, due to years of closed-off education, wouldn't easily discriminate against or endorse any particular group of people. However, he was unexpectedly interested in whether Jiang Tunan was truly in love and wanted to find out. This is what's called crossing a line; once caught up in it, there's a high possibility he'd use it as a basis for imitation.
No wonder fans don't like their idols going public with their relationships; they're probably afraid of causing such big trouble.
At that point, passersby will surely shout: "This provides a bad influence on minors; we recommend banning it!"
Upon being caught red-handed, Liu Jin showed a slight panic, as if he wanted to deny something but couldn't find the words.
"There's still hope," Fang Chengyin said earnestly. "No matter how curious you are, your focus shouldn't be on this right now. You'll have plenty of time to think about it when you go to university. As the constraints decrease, your horizons will broaden, and you'll naturally understand then. So rest well these next few days and don't let it cause any lasting health problems."
Liu Jin lowered his head and used his left hand to shield his right hand.
Fang Chengyin sighed softly: "I have a scene to film in fifty minutes. Since you're free now, bring me the questions you want to ask."
Liu Jin took out the set of papers with a sense of relief.
Actually, there were very few questions he didn't know. Fang Chengyin finished explaining them in twenty minutes. As Liu Jin put his bag back, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "You said your dad said he has a memory card for a hidden camera?"
Liu Jinyi hummed in response, looked at him with a puzzled expression, and then zipped up her backpack. The zipper made a sharp hissing sound, indicating that something had closed.
Fang Chengyin said seriously, "I'll go see your father this afternoon."
Liu Jinyi seemed to be deep in thought, then heard him add, "I won't let you disappear."
Liu Jin was suddenly stunned, as if hearing a promise for the first time.
Fang Chengyin was unaware of his complex emotions; he only knew that he had to go get the script.
"ah!"
Screams came from the third floor, and everyone present stopped what they were doing.
"Don't move!"
After giving Liu Jinyi his instructions, Fang Chengyin followed the group members downstairs. Passing through the supermarket door, he saw Wei Shu slumped on the ground, with a pool of dark red blood in front of him.
Fang Chengyin's pupils dilated as he saw black, fluffy things emerge from under the overturned shelf, coalescing into a vengeful ghost with empty eyes staring straight at him before swooping down.
Fang Chengyin retreated step by step, his heels already half-suspended in the air on the steps, just a little bit more... The vengeful ghost with its gaping maw was right in front of him.
"scare!"
My foot slipped, and I fell backward, but a force pulled me back down to my lower back.
Be careful.
A soft, low voice reached Fang Chengyin's ears. He grabbed the other person's arm and turned his head. It was Jiang Zhi.
Jiang Zhi led him a little further.
The vengeful ghost had vanished, but Fang Chengyin, still shaken, clutched his sleeve tightly.
Jiang Zhi looked at his slightly pale lips, "Are you alright?"
Fang Chengyin snapped out of his daze and said from a distance, "Thank you."
Soon after, staff from the Yanyang Criminal Investigation Bureau arrived and cordoned off the scene. All the staff present gave statements.
Wei Shu saw the dead man because he heard a noise in the supermarket when he went upstairs, similar to the sound of shelves falling over.
The criminal investigators said to go back and give a statement.
After the rest of the staff finished giving their statements, the director announced that filming was suspended.
Fang Chengyin walked down the steps, his legs trembling slightly. The bloodstains from when the scarred man rolled down a few days ago had long been washed away by the rain, but he still felt that the bloodstains were clear.
With his arm supported, Jiang Zhi said, "Walk slowly."
Fang Chengyin let him have his way, and thanks to him, the two quickly arrived at the first floor.
"It's you two again." Zhang Weike got out of the car and said meaningfully to Jiang Zu and Fang Chengyin, "What caused this coincidence this time?"
Jiang Zhi laughed: "Captain Zhang is in charge of the kindergarten teacher's death case, yet he frequently appears in matters related to us. Why is that?"
Zhang Weike was not expected to say that, and his face darkened.
Fang Chengyin wasn't in the mood to watch the two standoff. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
Just a few steps after turning around, I saw the bone marrow master Yang Yuzan getting out of the car, still wearing that Taoist robe.
He stopped in front of Fang Chengyin and asked with a smile, "Didn't you bring your baby?"
"It's a paranormal case." Fang Chengyin no longer concealed it. "A vengeful ghost just crawled out from under the shelf."
Yang Yuzan paused for a moment, then stepped forward: "Thank you for informing me."
Fang Chengyin also turned around. He forgot to change his costume, and he also forgot about the bag and Liu Jinyi that he had left on the fourth floor.
Jiang Zhi, unusually, said nothing and walked past him.
Fang Chengyin returned to the fourth floor, where Liu Jinyi had already packed his luggage and was looking at the doll with the topknot in his hand with a puzzled expression.
Upon noticing the open backpack, Fang Chengyin quickly stepped forward and took it.
"Do you know that's an invasion of privacy?" The tone was calm, yet there was a striking contrast in the imposing manner it conveyed.
"You can see ghosts."
Fang Chengyin turned his head: "What do you mean?"
“My dad told me that his former boss also carried a hairpin doll with him. Only people who have seen ghosts or are possessed by ghosts carry it.”
Fang Chengyin calmly packed his things and stood up: "Let's go."
Liu Jinyi was surprised by Fang Chengyin's composure and followed after him.
Fang Cheng thought Jiang Zhi had left long ago, but when he returned to the street, he saw someone selling fruit on the side of the road, looking just like an "old man".
The old man didn't turn on his horn or open his parasol today; he just parked under the maple tree waiting for customers.
After a while, there were only one or two customers. I don't know what the point is of him working so hard to set up his stall every day.
Perhaps because of the help he had just given him, Fang Chengyin unusually stepped forward and teased that face, "The city management officers must have given you some peace and quiet, right?"
Jiang Zhi smiled, but became interested in Liu Jinyi, whom he had met a few days ago: "Is it popular now for high school students to be the sidekicks of college students?"
Liu Jin remained silent.
Fang Chengyin couldn't stand him mocking those around him, and said sarcastically, "Is it fashionable to meddle in other people's business these days?"
Jiang Zhi handed Liu Jin an apple, but said to Fang Chengyin, "How could it be meddling in your business?"
Every word he uttered crossed the line from casual to intimate.
Fang Chengyin couldn't figure out this self-righteous person and didn't want to have any more verbal exchanges with him.
He was about to leave, but Liu Jin stepped forward first, "You were following Fang Chengyin this morning?"
Fang Chengyin looked at Jiang Zhi, then at Liu Jinyi, and was even more shocked that Liu Jinyi hadn't used a respectful title for him. Whose formality was this little brat calling him?
"track?"
"Fang Chengyin?"
After repeating the above, Jiang Zhi picked up an apple and tossed it around. "Do you know what these two words will cause?"
Faced with an adult whose expression was flawless, Liu Jinyi was clearly at a disadvantage. But he was unwilling to accept it. Although he hadn't figured out the relationship between Jiang Zhi and Fang Chengyin yet, even if they had something going on, their relationship shouldn't be like this.
He was certain that it was Fang Chengyin who was suffering.
"You were already near the film set before the crew arrived, and you only left when the crew members arrived one by one."
Liu Jin thought that revealing the truth would make the other party back down, but he forgot that since the other party dared to show up, there must be a strategy to deal with it.
Jiang Zhi put the apple back where it belonged: "Then tell me, why did I leave before the crew arrived? Why didn't I stay and check on Fang Chengyin?"
He pronounced the three words "Fang Chengyin" very lightly, but the pauses in each sound were quite meaningful, neither offensive nor mocking, but rather subtly ambiguous.
A maple leaf drifted down onto the apple, and Jiang Zhi dusted it off: "So who's following whom?"
Liu Jin was speechless.
Fang Chengyin had had enough of this farce. "To be honest, it's not a pleasant feeling to be caught in the middle and talked about. If you two are still interested, please feel free to do so."
After saying that, he turned and left, and Liu Jin followed him.
Jiang Zhi watched the two figures disappear into the distance, then touched the apple. Just then, a customer came in, and Jiang Zhi smiled and pointed to the old alley, "Sorry, this isn't something we brought here to sell."
It was originally intended for supermarkets, but it was supposed to be sold to a juice factory. I even went to meet with them this morning, but they stood me up.
Customers looked at him like he was crazy because there was an advertisement next to his chair that read: "Quoting Apples, Very Sweet!"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark: "Young man, this trick is outdated. Don't get reported for false advertising."
Jiang Zhi just smiled and kindly pointed to the old alley, "You can buy them there, they're freshly picked."
The old man ignored him and left.
"Are you Mr. Jiang?" A car stopped in front of them; it was the employee from the supermarket that needed to buy apples.
He glanced at the billboard, raised an eyebrow, and said with a hint of disdain.
Jiang Zhi ignored it and simply had the man weigh the food and pay the bill.
The entire cart of fruit was sold out. Jiang Zhi wiped the sweat from his brow, turned around with a light laugh, and asked, "What brings you here? Is there something you need?"
The man in the Taoist robe got up and walked towards him.
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After walking down a street, Fang Chengyin couldn't help but say, "I hope I don't see you again before the end of senior year."
Liu Jinyi's stalking wasn't the main reason he spoke up. He knew Liu Jinyi needed companionship, but his inexplicable confrontation with Jiang Zhi just now reminded him that the criminal was still monitoring his every move and had even issued terrifying threats.
Liu Jinyi can no longer follow me, regardless of his motives.
The warm sunshine has gone, replaced by a leaden sky, with one or two birds occasionally floating among the green leaves.
Liu Jinyi remained silent, and his deeply buried loneliness quietly began to surface, showing signs of growing stronger.
What is he thinking? Fang Chengyin wondered.
As a junior, Liu Jinyi didn't want to fulfill the responsibilities of a senior. However, as the son of a person with close ties to the criminal, he felt conflicted and desperately wanted Liu Jinyi to ignore him and continue to walk towards a bright future within the confines of the school walls.
“I told you, senior year of high school is a crucial stage for self-discovery.” Fang Chengyin paused, the maple leaves rustling in the wind. “And the prerequisite for self-discovery is being in a circle of peers. That way you’ll realize that everyone is lonely. Even your closest friends will subconsciously start planning for the future based on their grades in senior year. You clearly have a university you aspire to attend, don’t you?”
Liu Jinyi lowered his head slightly.
Fang Chengyin continued, “Loneliness is inevitable in the final stage of your journey to university. No one will give up their studies to take care of you both physically and mentally, but that doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten you as a friend. On the contrary, they are also experiencing the same loneliness as you because they can’t take care of you.”
Senior year of high school, your strength is all stored in solitude. You fear both torrential rain and raging storms, but miraculously, you all manage to pull through because you are all kindred spirits; there will always be moments of resonance. Before an individual is complete, people are merely fragments of each other. The core of solitude is being with yourself, not overstepping the rules to prematurely enjoy desserts that shouldn't be yours.
After saying this, the two remained silent all the way to the hospital.
Perhaps Liu Jinyi had understood Fang Chengyin's words, or perhaps he hadn't fully grasped them. But even if he was foolish, he could understand the implied expulsion in those words; it was no longer as lenient as it had been in Maple Forest Garden last time, but a direct strangulation.
"Brother Chengyin, I'll be waiting for you outside."
Standing at the entrance to Liu Desheng's hospital room, Liu Jinyi addressed Fang Chengyin in such a way, like a stray dog that had been abandoned once again, making Fang Chengyin want to curse himself as an animal. But it had to be this way; Liu Jinyi should be with people his own age, not overstepping his bounds and following college students around like a scoundrel.
Fang Chengyin hummed in agreement and closed the door behind him as he went in.
Liu Desheng leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the gray world. His mental state had not improved, nor did it seem to have worsened; it had simply reached a tense balance.
Fang Chengyin greeted him.
Liu Desheng remembered him, and he probably won't forget him.
In the past few days, besides the people from the Criminal Investigation Bureau, various media outlets and idle people with close ties to the Bureau have been frequently visiting this ward. They all just want to solve the case, and the addition of Fang Chengyin is nothing to be surprised about.
Fang Chengyin had no intention of remaining silent. "You are an accomplice—"
Liu Desheng's carefully maintained balance crumbled with a bang. "There are enough people here to fill several classrooms, but you're the first one to spout nonsense and label people like this."
His denial was very hasty; it was unclear whether he felt guilty and that his secret had been exposed, or whether he was afraid that the stigma would affect Liu Jinyi.
Fang Chengyin changed the subject: "If you're an accomplice, you would indeed help cover something up, right? But a memory card doesn't seem like something worth hiding."
Liu Desheng frowned. "What's your relationship with Jin Yi?"
Fang Chengyin laughed, "You should ask him that."
These words were too ambiguous, but Liu Desheng had already gripped the IV tubing, seemingly restraining himself from lunging forward and tearing Fang Chengyin apart.
Fang Chengyin knew the consequences, but this was exactly the effect he wanted—Liu Desheng was now taking his words seriously.
Fang Chengyin continued, "That day, the murderer concealed his face very well. No matter how well your camera was hidden, it couldn't capture his face. Moreover, judging from the video he sent me, he was also holding a camera. But strangely, from the moment I bumped into him until I chased after him, I didn't see any electronic devices on him. So, where did the camera that filmed the torture go?"
Liu Desheng: "So you think I'm keeping it for him?"
"I don't know." Fang Chengyin stepped forward and helped him straighten the IV pole that had been pulled askew. "That's why I came. You asked me to come."
Something was off after Liu Jinyi confessed that Liu Desheng had the memory card. Liu Desheng was a guard and a survivor; if the memory card truly posed a threat to Liu Jinyi's safety, he would have taken it to his grave. Yet, he not only told Liu Jinyi but was also certain that Liu Jinyi would tell him, implying that he knew many things.
"Yes." Liu Desheng no longer concealed anything. "The existence of the memory card is a fact, and it is also a fact that you are Song Zixin's son."
Fang Chengyin's eyes were deep and unfathomable; so this was the real reason why he had his eye on him.
Liu Desheng: "The bank card was indeed not photographed from the front, only from some crooked side views. But you are different. If, as the internet says, the suspect is your father, then analyzing his behavior from a different perspective might lead to a different conclusion."
"You want more than just this, don't you?" Fang Chengyin chuckled.
Liu Desheng frankly stated, "I want to use your mother's popularity so that I can completely clear my name and Jin Yi won't have to bear the stigma. Your mother doesn't want your identity to be exposed because she loves you, just as I love Jin Yi."
"I'm just an ordinary college student. Even if I'm crazy and want to know if it's him or not, there's nothing I can do."
“No, you’re not.” Liu Desheng said casually, “You’re studying at Hongrui St., and you have a young master friend from the upper class.”
They already know about Zhong Qiqian?
Fang Chengyin found it both laughable and pathetic that so many people had been following and investigating him. "I don't intend to let him get involved."
“He would be willing if he saw you in danger,” Liu Desheng continued frankly. “I’m sorry for investigating you without your permission, but I had no ill intentions. I just wanted Jin Yi to be safe.”
"That sentence is the greatest malice directed at me." Fang Chengyin chuckled.
He wouldn't do anything unless absolutely necessary, but if Liu Jin got injured, wouldn't he be the first one to be operated on?
Liu Desheng glanced at him and simply handed over the memory card, saying, "The videos inside are from before and after the incident, a total of seven days."
Fang Chengyin didn't answer, but asked instead, "If I take the memory card, will Liu Jinyi disappear?"
Liu Desheng looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Fang Chengyin understood. He took the memory card and held it in his hand. He roughly knew that Liu Jinyi had made up that sentence.
As Fang Chengyin came out of the ward, Liu Jin called out, "Brother Chengyin."
"Okay." Fang Chengyin began to accept this high school student who paid attention to social etiquette. "I'll treat you to dinner."
"No need, I want to stay with Dad a little longer. I'll treat you next time."
He learned to keep his distance, so Fang Chengyin had no choice but to go along with it.
But as the elevator doors slowly closed, Liu Jinyi, standing at the door of the ward watching them go, revealed such genuine reluctance in his eyes.
Looking at the constantly changing numbers, Fang Chengyin only hoped that he could love life, not the meaning of life, but the specific people, instead of the impulsive act of a surge of adrenaline.
I hope he understands my good intentions, instead of feeling wronged.
The sky darkened further, and the swirling maple leaves fell one after another, like tossed dice, with no one knowing the winner or loser before they landed.
The crew had no plans for the afternoon, so Fang Chengyin headed home. The moment he swiped open his dorm room door, a melodious tune drifted from the balcony. A tall figure was playing the violin, his eyes closed, seemingly lost in the music.
But... her hair was a mess like weeds, but thankfully her face was alright.
Fang Chengyin gently closed the door, changed into slippers, and went inside.
As the music abruptly ended, Jiang Zhi turned around and said, "Let's have dinner together."
Fang Chengyin didn't speak, he was just wondering whether or not to eat. Sometimes he was strange, he would be hungry, but because of other random things piling up that he needed to think about, he would forget about it.
When he came to his senses, Jiang Zhi had already gone to the kitchen to heat up the dishes.
Fang Chengyin sat on the sofa and looked out onto the balcony. The rain started to fall and suddenly became torrential. The balcony window was open, and the rain that swept in soaked the floor. The pages of the books on his desk were also turning rapidly. Would they get wet?
Fang Chengyin went over and pulled the window shut, but didn't close it completely, leaving a crack. He stood in front of the crack, the rain hitting his face, cool and cold, but it made him clear-headed.
A few seconds later, I moved my hand away and touched the tabletop, which was already covered with water droplets. Fortunately, the book was not wet.
As if by magic, he picked up the book and started reading. It was about apple cultivation, but the content was not only popular science, but also philosophical quotes about life derived from cultivation, which made people laugh and cry while exposing the various aspects of human nature.
Fang Chengyin flipped through the cover. It was a simple line drawing of an apple, uncolored. Apart from recognizing it as an apple, he couldn't make out its specific appearance. Thinking about it, the content inside didn't seem to refer to any specific apple either.
The book's title, "Using Apples to Achieve Bigger and Stronger Growth," has a strong online novel feel to it, but unexpectedly, it has recommendations from major media outlets—"The language is witty and humorous, and the story of apple cultivation is full of ups and downs," "The best-selling book for fruit farmers on the internet," and "Let us look forward to using apples to achieve bigger and stronger growth."
The online flattery, yet tinged with genuine praise and expectation, all stems from a firm belief that citing Apple will lead to greater success.
Inside the cover, there is an author biography:
"Jiang Zhi, a monstrous newcomer in the literary world, is the best-selling author on the entire internet. He accidentally ate a bite of the apple and a year later wrote 'Using the Apple to Make a Big and Strong,' which quickly topped the bestseller list. It's as simple as Newton discovering gravity after being hit on the head by an apple."
Fang Chengyin laughed, both surprised and admiring. But could it be that he wrote it? Fang Chengyin turned his head and looked into the kitchen. Jiang Zhi had just brought out the food, and the tuft of hair sticking up on his head was really eye-catching.
If he were Jiang Zhi, his book "Using Apple as a Reference to Achieve Bigger and Stronger Growth" would have been a bestseller online for two consecutive years, and he should have already made a fortune, instead of being stuck developing this unheard-of Apple-reference project, right? But if he is, it means he has his own ideas.
"Do you want to ask if I wrote that book?" Jiang Zhi brought over bowls and chopsticks.
Fang Chengyin closed the book, placed it on the bookshelf, and went inside.
Jiang Zhi: "I'll tell you after I finish eating."
Fang Chengyin just looked at him, which puzzled Jiang Zhi.
"Your hair... um..." I still feel like I'm being presumptuous.
Jiang Zhi was quite frank, "Oh, that? After you left, I sold that truckload of apples. I probably got some when the supermarket staff were unloading them. That's just how we rough people are; we can't always be glamorous."
He was saying self-deprecating things, but his tone was very easygoing.
Fang Chengyin glanced at his hands; there were red marks. Such beautiful hands, what a pity.
His gaze suddenly froze; the faint mark on his left ring finger was…
Jiang Zhi noticed his gaze and quickly moved the bowl to cover his left hand, his meaning clear. Fang Chengyin also knew his impropriety, "Sorry."
Perhaps realizing he was being paranoid, Jiang Zhi regained his composure, ladled out a bowl of soup, and handed it over, the steam rising from it.
Fang Chengyin: "Thank you."
After he drank the soup, Jiang Zhi suddenly said, "You are Song Zixin's son." (Declarative sentence)
His relaxed mood suddenly plummeted, and Fang Chengyin became wary. "What do you want to say?"
“Today a man dressed as a Taoist priest came to see me. He told me that he knew I was living with you and asked me to bring you something.”
Fang Chengyin put down his chopsticks.
Jiang Zhi: "To verify his identity, I took the liberty of opening the cardboard box to check it. I didn't want to hand over a time bomb to you. After reading it, I felt that he was right. You are Song Zixin's son, and the most exaggerated suspect right now is your father, Fang Bokang."
"so what?"
"Don't be so serious. As I just said, I'm just a rough man. I've been busy selling fruit lately, so I don't have any free time. My biggest wish is for peace and happiness. I'm not interested in all this fighting and killing." Jiang Zhi laughed. "Besides, I'm not a useful person to society. I just want to take over my three acres of land and make the apple business bigger and stronger."
Fang Chengyin picked up his chopsticks again, his expression calm. "Why would Yang Yuzan come to you?"
Jiang Zhi said thoughtfully, "He saw us at the scene just now, and he knows that we share an apartment."
Fang Chengyin stopped talking. Things were starting to get out of control. It wasn't just that person; Yang Yuzan was also monitoring him and had even approached his roommate, Jiang Zhi. So what's next? Will he go after Song Zixin?
Thinking of this, Fang Chengyin felt uneasy and looked at the computer on the sofa, which had a USB drive plugged in: "Can I borrow this?"
Jiang Zhi continued eating. "The password is yuanyinpingguo, lowercase pinyin. You can use it anytime."
Fang Chengyin turned on his computer and found that the desktop interface was not closed. It contained familiar video content. He turned to look at Jiang Zhi.
Jiang Zhi: "This is what the Taoist priest gave me."
The content describes the process by which the murderer killed the kindergarten teacher.
Fang Chengyin's lips trembled as he inserted the memory card Liu Desheng had given him. The content and angles of the photos taken on the two memory cards were exactly the same.
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