Chapter 33 Section 12
Bi Xiaoqing's palms were bruised and white, and she knew she had lost weight again. The stupid chicken soup and glutinous rice soup that the landlady downstairs kindly stewed for her didn't seem to have any effect.She was a little panicked all day long, and she often stroked her neck unconsciously, as if the hand of death had never let go from there.Especially in the middle of the night, she was always awake, as if there was a thorn in the depths of her brain, and once sleep was approaching, it would rush forward and resist, making her unable to move.
That night, she thought it would be the same as usual, listening to the cold wind blowing outside the window, and the "Shenbao" that took a page to publish the official Jue'er committed suicide by poisoning made the surroundings even more choked.She bent the cotton pillow and blocked her ear holes, trying her best to fall asleep, but unfortunately it didn't work, and some trivial sounds would turn into transparent water and pour into her ears.
The sound of breathing, meowing, falling leaves sweeping the floor, the sound of Abo's stall selling roasted rice dumplings downstairs, the sound of footsteps...
Footsteps?
She opened her eyes suddenly, and the warm and turbid air in the quilt suddenly became hard.When the quilt was lifted, the sound of the other person's breathing became more and more intense. The irregular, messy exhalation, even full of anger, tightened her nerves!She immediately turned on the light, and the room turned into a weird white night, revealing everything.
"Who are you?" She tried to remain calm, neither screaming nor picking up the self-defense dagger under the quilt to defend herself.
Because the person who sneaked in like a ghost is also a woman, a woman who is slightly younger than her and has a more frightened expression than her.
For a moment, their confrontation seemed to have completely lost its sinister tension, and instead became a little bleak.
"Girl, you don't look like you have nothing to eat, and you don't have a sinister face. How could you think of doing this kind of business?" Bi Xiaoqing lowered her voice as much as possible, seeming to feel pity.
The girl's head kept shaking, and she wanted to shrink back, but she was unwilling, as if she mustered up a lot of courage before speaking: "You leave Stephen, or I will fight with you!"
Only then did she realize that the person who came was holding an old black pair of scissors, which were obviously used by ordinary people to trim branches, leaves and shrimp whiskers.Bi Xiaoqing wanted to laugh a little, but he couldn't bear to see Bai's miserable situation, so he propped himself up and wanted to get out of bed.Unexpectedly, the girl shouted: "Don't move!" Then she took two steps closer and forced the tip of the scissors to her throat.
Bi Xiaoqing didn't mean to be afraid, she knew what kind of person was really scary.
"Girl, I don't know who Stephen's name is, so it's absurd for you to look for me desperately. Otherwise, you sit down and explain the whole story slowly, so that I won't die at your hands in confusion, you Injustice, I am even more injustice, isn't it?"
She didn't respond, as if she was afraid of being deceived, but the tip of the knife got closer.Bi Xiaoqing had no choice but to back away, leaning against the wall, the heat was gone from her back through the thin pajamas.
"Don't pretend! That's what he is. He likes deceitful women. You are, and so is the other one!" After she finished speaking, she couldn't make a sound, and her tears and snot were mixed together.
"Who's the other one?" Bi Xiaoqing felt that there was an opportunity, so he slightly lifted his back from the cold wall.She knew that the more flustered her opponent was, the more dangerous she would be, but at the same time, she was also the most likely to escape. If she continued to entangle, she could only draw out the dagger under the quilt to confront him.
But... She looked at the other party's thin arm, which was as thin as hers, and couldn't help but hesitate again.
"Don't worry about who the other one is, I... I can't find her, so I can only come to you!"
"Do you think that Stephen is with me?" Bi Xiaoqing secretly changed his posture, leaned forward, and slowly approached the bed with his right hand, "If you really have this suspicion, you can look for it."
She gritted her teeth and stared at her for a while, then suddenly retreated to the closet, stretched her hand behind her back, and opened the closet door.This series of movements was very difficult, because her eyes never left Bi Xiaoqing for a moment.
Bi Xiaoqing nodded to her, motioned for her to turn around to investigate, and used his expression to ensure that she would not have any evil thoughts.
So she turned around and rummaged through the few few clothes inside.Three gray feather cheongsams, two thick cashmere trench coats, two cotton jackets, one black men's trench coat, and a three-piece men's thick suit.In the bottom drawer are some underwear, very few shirts, but they are all new, as if they have not been worn or have only been worn for a while...
The girl touched the two sets of men's clothes inside for a long time, which made Bi Xiaoqing's heart pounding.
After a while, she finally turned around, but she didn't put down the sharp scissors in her hand.
"I'm sorry, I probably made a mistake." The voice was a little dull, but sure.
Bi Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Zai rested at home for five days.For the first three days, he has been sleeping, as if he wanted to let every inch of his muscles and bones adjust by themselves, until the pain in his shoulders and back was no longer turbulent.On the fourth day, he went downstairs to eat a bowl of small ravioli, and bought a lot of canned food from a Jewish vendor, but he vomited up the sardines as soon as he took a bite.On the fifth day, he had a splitting headache, and he was brooding over the fact that he was pushed into the basement of Jenny's house, especially the piece of paper that fell from it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was not a piece of paper, it should be... On the sixth day, Xu Zai didn't want to go to work at Paramount, but Xing Zhigang came to find him. Sister Yan died, and he asked him to assist in arranging the funeral. It should not be grand, and there will be no white wine, just one night for all the dancers to gather together. This is probably the best treatment for rootless people! Xu Zai only thought about this level and stopped. He never thought about the affairs behind him.But with Sister Yan's death, I finally felt a little awkward.According to Mi Lulu, Sister Yan was the one who bought the murderer to kill Xiao Hu Die, because she teamed up with her to steal an important property from Boss Xing, but after Xiao Hu Die swallowed the things and ran away, Sister Yan threw her away in a rage. After doing bad things, he couldn't get rid of the condemnation of conscience, so he hanged himself to apologize.This story sounds very far-fetched, Xu Zai was amazed at the impulsiveness and sloppiness of his boss, how could he fool Master Qin with the "truth" that he didn't believe? "So, nothing was found?" "No." Xu Zai suppressed his dry cough in his throat, afraid that if he showed a little timidity, he would lose his footing. "Has there been any special circumstances, or anything special?" "No." He deliberately concealed the fact that he met another private eye and was pushed out of the basement.Intuition that the "pushing hand" is not the same person as the private detective, otherwise the detective is too good at acting and looks a bit too open. After Xu Zai finished explaining, he stood in front of Xing Zhigang's office, holding a copper ashtray in his hand, the cigarette on his fingertips almost burned his flesh, but he had no intention of throwing it away. "Be careful! It's burning! It's burning!" Mi Lulu put on the fragrance, stepped forward and pressed Xu Zai's cigarette and fingers into the ashtray.Xu Zai shook her off violently, and put the ashtray next to the porcelain vase opposite. "do what?" "Follow me." Mi Lulu pulled him up and walked out.He hesitated for a while, he was still at work, and he was supposed to stay close to each other, but he had some vague feelings of resistance to Mr. Xing in his heart, so he let Mi Lulu take him to a utility room next to the dressing room.Anyway, if Qin Yazhe's people really came to settle accounts with Mr. Xing, he would not be able to stop them by himself. This utility room is usually a place for dancers to change clothes, and you can also quietly count tips in it, and gather people to teach newcomers who are not sensible, and most of them are done here, so it is a "secret garden" for women, and men will Take a half step.I don't know why, but Xu Zai is an exception. Occasionally, he will be called in to play a few games of Pai Gow. Those women all open their arms, with most of their breasts exposed, with plain faces and bald eyebrows, as if they are interested in him. He has no scruples. Mi Lulu and Xu Zai looked at each other for a moment, but in the end she couldn't bear it, and laughed and scolded: "You're dead! Then you don't have any curiosity at all?" Xu Zai squeezed Mi Lulu's round chin and smiled.He really wasn't a very curious person. "Hey, do you know? I heard that Sister Yan didn't seem to commit suicide." "Who did you listen to?" Xu Zai's reaction is always unexpected, and he can always catch the "seven inches" of others. As expected, Mi Lulu's face tightened, and she said in a low voice, "Don't care who said it, have you seen Sister Yan's body? How about it, does it look like she was killed? Her suicide note was published in the newspaper. , saying that Jin Yuxian is Xiao Hu Die, and that she bought and killed her, no matter how I look at it, I don’t think it’s right—” "You think something's wrong? Just now you said that you heard it from someone else." Xu Zai suddenly felt that Mi Lulu's expression of being held back by a passionate child was cute, so he decided to tease her again. Unexpectedly, Mi Lulu seemed to be desperate, and said angrily: "Okay! I guessed it myself, Sister Yan must have been killed by others!" "I know too." Xu Zai silently catered to him in his heart. "So the more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong. Who would kill her and frame Xiao Hu Die's affairs on her? I think it should be..." Her voice became softer and softer, almost touching Xu Zai's right ear hole "It should be Mr. Xing." "How do you know?" "Because of the handwriting!" Mi Lulu proudly said, "The words on this suicide note are not Sister Yan's at all." "Where did you see her handwriting? We have never seen it, and we don't know if she is really literate." Xu Zai smiled wryly, remembering the difficulties when the teacher taught him to read and write. Mi Lulu solemnly took out a small soft leather notebook from her handbag, and said, "You don't know, Sister Yan keeps tips for us in private every day, and she pretends that we don't know, except for Zhu Yuanyuan, who is a stupid girl? People don't know--" Xu Zai couldn't wait for her to finish speaking, so he grabbed it and opened it. Sure enough, the handwriting was unexpectedly neat and neat, which was far from the messy and vigorous style of the suicide note.Xu Zai had carefully studied the suicide note. Although it didn't look like Xing Zhigang's handwriting, judging from the naturally twisted state of each end, it should be written by a right-handed person with his left hand. "So, everyone in Paramount knows that Sister Yan was murdered?" Mi Lulu thought for a long time, then nodded and said, "I'm afraid so. It's a pity, I heard that she still has a daughter, but I don't know where she is now."
Xu Zai rested at home for five days.For the first three days, he has been sleeping, as if he wanted to let every inch of his muscles and bones adjust by themselves, until the pain in his shoulders and back was no longer turbulent.On the fourth day, he went downstairs to eat a bowl of small ravioli, and bought a lot of canned food from a Jewish vendor, but he vomited up the sardines as soon as he took a bite.On the fifth day, he had a splitting headache, and he was brooding over the fact that he was pushed into the basement of Jenny's house, especially the piece of paper that fell from it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was not a piece of paper, it should be... On the sixth day, Xu Zai didn't want to go to work at Paramount, but Xing Zhigang came to find him. Sister Yan died, and he asked him to assist in arranging the funeral. It should not be grand, and there will be no white wine, just one night for all the dancers to gather together. This is probably the best treatment for rootless people! Xu Zai only thought about this level and stopped. He never thought about the affairs behind him.But with Sister Yan's death, I finally felt a little awkward.According to Mi Lulu, Sister Yan was the one who bought the murderer to kill Xiao Hu Die, because she teamed up with her to steal an important property from Boss Xing, but after Xiao Hu Die swallowed the things and ran away, Sister Yan threw her away in a rage. After doing bad things, he couldn't get rid of the condemnation of conscience, so he hanged himself to apologize.This story sounds very far-fetched, Xu Zai was amazed at the impulsiveness and sloppiness of his boss, how could he fool Master Qin with the "truth" that he didn't believe? "So, nothing was found?" "No." Xu Zai suppressed his dry cough in his throat, afraid that if he showed a little timidity, he would lose his footing. "Has there been any special circumstances, or anything special?" "No." He deliberately concealed the fact that he met another private eye and was pushed out of the basement.Intuition that the "pushing hand" is not the same person as the private detective, otherwise the detective is too good at acting and looks a bit too open. After Xu Zai finished explaining, he stood in front of Xing Zhigang's office, holding a copper ashtray in his hand, the cigarette on his fingertips almost burned his flesh, but he had no intention of throwing it away. "Be careful! It's burning! It's burning!" Mi Lulu put on the fragrance, stepped forward and pressed Xu Zai's cigarette and fingers into the ashtray.Xu Zai shook her off violently, and put the ashtray next to the porcelain vase opposite. "do what?" "Follow me." Mi Lulu pulled him up and walked out.He hesitated for a while, he was still at work, and he was supposed to stay close to each other, but he had some vague feelings of resistance to Mr. Xing in his heart, so he let Mi Lulu take him to a utility room next to the dressing room.Anyway, if Qin Yazhe's people really came to settle accounts with Mr. Xing, he would not be able to stop them by himself. This utility room is usually a place for dancers to change clothes, and you can also quietly count tips in it, and gather people to teach newcomers who are not sensible, and most of them are done here, so it is a "secret garden" for women, and men will Take a half step.I don't know why, but Xu Zai is an exception. Occasionally, he will be called in to play a few games of Pai Gow. Those women all open their arms, with most of their breasts exposed, with plain faces and bald eyebrows, as if they are interested in him. He has no scruples. Mi Lulu and Xu Zai looked at each other for a moment, but in the end she couldn't bear it, and laughed and scolded: "You're dead! Then you don't have any curiosity at all?" Xu Zai squeezed Mi Lulu's round chin and smiled.He really wasn't a very curious person. "Hey, do you know? I heard that Sister Yan didn't seem to commit suicide." "Who did you listen to?" Xu Zai's reaction is always unexpected, and he can always catch the "seven inches" of others. As expected, Mi Lulu's face tightened, and she said in a low voice, "Don't care who said it, have you seen Sister Yan's body? How about it, does it look like she was killed? Her suicide note was published in the newspaper. , saying that Jin Yuxian is Xiao Hu Die, and that she bought and killed her, no matter how I look at it, I don’t think it’s right—” "You think something's wrong? Just now you said that you heard it from someone else." Xu Zai suddenly felt that Mi Lulu's expression of being held back by a passionate child was cute, so he decided to tease her again. Unexpectedly, Mi Lulu seemed to be desperate, and said angrily: "Okay! I guessed it myself, Sister Yan must have been killed by others!" "I know too." Xu Zai silently catered to him in his heart. "So the more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong. Who would kill her and frame Xiao Hu Die's affairs on her? I think it should be..." Her voice became softer and softer, almost touching Xu Zai's right ear hole "It should be Mr. Xing." "How do you know?" "Because of the handwriting!" Mi Lulu proudly said, "The words on this suicide note are not Sister Yan's at all." "Where did you see her handwriting? We have never seen it, and we don't know if she is really literate." Xu Zai smiled wryly, remembering the difficulties when the teacher taught him to read and write. Mi Lulu solemnly took out a small soft leather notebook from her handbag, and said, "You don't know, Sister Yan keeps tips for us in private every day, and she pretends that we don't know, except for Zhu Yuanyuan, who is a stupid girl? People don't know--" Xu Zai couldn't wait for her to finish speaking, so he grabbed it and opened it. Sure enough, the handwriting was unexpectedly neat and neat, which was far from the messy and vigorous style of the suicide note.Xu Zai had carefully studied the suicide note. Although it didn't look like Xing Zhigang's handwriting, judging from the naturally twisted state of each end, it should be written by a right-handed person with his left hand. "So, everyone in Paramount knows that Sister Yan was murdered?" Mi Lulu thought for a long time, then nodded and said, "I'm afraid so. It's a pity, I heard that she still has a daughter, but I don't know where she is now."