Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Changing faces

If he doesn't love you, even if you cut your heart and soul, he won't be moved, because you are not sleeping in his heart, and you can't touch his painful nerves... If he loves you enough, even if you just give it to others A man's ambiguous eyes are enough to irritate his sensitive heart... Recently, Jiang Zhong received a difficult case. The ex-husband resolutely abandoned his ex-wife and then the prodigal son turned back, and he wanted to get his ex-wife back. Who knew that the ex-wife loved the current husband deeply. In order to get close to the ex-wife, the ex-husband went crazy. Plastic surgery to look exactly like his ex-wife's current husband harassed his ex-wife every day.

Bei Ke could hear the flowers trembling wildly: "It's the criminal police, the devil believes that one person can be completely transformed into another person's appearance." "But Fangye Talk happened today, and someone died. It was her current husband, who was stabbed to death with a hidden knife at the bathroom door by her as her ex-husband." "Does she know that she stabbed her current husband?" "Who knows, it is said that she has been tormented by her ex-husband into schizophrenia, and she went to the hospital for treatment a while ago, but now she is silent, we showed her the photos, and she trembled with hands and shed tears. Call."

Jiang Zhong embraced Bei Ke, and before the kiss could fall, the phone rang, and after answering, Jiang Zhong shook his head helplessly: "I have to go back to the pre-examination department, if she doesn't speak before dawn, we have to let her go back home." Bei Ke reluctantly sent him out, closed the door, pondered over the details that Jiang Zhong said, his head was full of the woman's frightened eyes shaking, his heart gradually became terrified, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and went to take a hot bath sleep. In the rushing hot water, Bei Ke raised his head and closed his eyes, and reached out to touch the shower gel. There was a sudden bang, and he hit the ground. When he opened his eyes to look for it, he saw the darkness around him. The light went out, she was a little flustered, she couldn't help but screamed and ran out, the living room was also dark and silent, the TV was mute, the overhead light was dark, and a dim beam of light slanted through the window, From street lamps.

Putting on his clothes without even thinking about it, he went straight downstairs, stopped a taxi, and called Jiang Zhong: "My dear, I'm so scared to death, I'm on my way to find you." Entering the pre-trial room, Bei Ke saw the woman in Jiang Zhong's rumors—Li Qiuning, with disheveled hair and thin arms hugging her curled up legs. Bei Ke noticed that although she didn't raise her eyes to look at herself, the rest of her eyes The light still swept over in a flash. Bei Ke picked up Jiang Zhong's water glass and took a sip of water. Jiang Zhong's colleague joked, "You are a clean freak, why do you drink the water in his water glass?"

Bei Kele: "No matter how clean I am, I don't mind my lover's saliva. Hey, love is poisonous. If you are poisoned by love, you are willing to be poisoned to death." When he put down the water glass, he glanced at Li Qiuning casually, and saw that she was looking up at him, as if she was in a daze, Becker's heart flickered for a moment, and something suddenly became clear, so she continued to make jokes: "Woman, love When you are alone, you wish you could treat him wholeheartedly, but a man may not be moved by a woman's kindness to him. When they hurt a woman, it is often because of how deeply you love him and how cruelly he hurts you."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Li Qiuning with a smile, and Li Qiuning just looked up at her, with the sparkle in his eyes gradually disappearing. Six years ago, in late autumn, Zhang Jinglin said on the phone: "Qiu Ning, can you come out for a while?" For a brief moment, Li Qiuning didn't come back to his senses, subconsciously pinched his middle finger, it hurt so much, he knew it was true, Zhang Jinglin, this proud and dissolute man, had never dated her alone, even though he was better than anyone else Everyone knows that Li Qiuning has been secretly loving him for many years, so much that his heart no longer has the slightest space to accommodate other men.

Throwing away the phone, Li Qiuning rushed out of the house, stopped the car and ran towards Zhang Jinglin. After getting off the car, she cried because she forgot to change into her slippers and pajamas in a hurry, and this was the first time that her favorite man Offer to ask her out. She held her bare arms so hopelessly, standing in the autumn wind and weeping, the fallen leaves rustling at her feet. Up to the front, a pair of feet stood up, until those feet approached, her thin body was wrapped into a big embrace, she curled up on his chest and almost suffocated, sobbing, it was happiness, because Zhang Jinglin spoke in a low and calm way. The voice said: "Li Qiuning, marry me."

These words were once beyond her reach, and it was a luxury to even think about them. Knowing that Zhang Jinglin has never been short of women by his side, and knowing a lot about his love affairs, as for why his marriage proposal came so suddenly, Li Qiuning didn't want to think too much about it. No matter how happy love is, it is fragile. After deliberation, it will be broken, as long as you can still love and grasp it, you can cherish it. At the end of that autumn, Li Qiuning became Zhang Jinglin's newly-wed mother. After marriage, Zhang Jinglin's old love affairs were not what Li Qiuning wanted to know, but they were like the seamless wind, passing by Li Qiuning time and time again For example, he suddenly proposed to himself because his beloved girlfriend decided to abandon him and marry a businessman, and the proposal to Li Qiuning was just a revengeful puff to his ex-girlfriend.

Knowing this, Li Qiuning once felt dejected, and turned to comfort himself, at least to get the love he wanted. Moreover, Zhang Jinglin held her in his arms for countless nights, and said with infinite warmth: "I swear to let you live a life that all the women in the world will envy." good day." Li Qiuning once passed this sentence to her friends with a face full of happiness. Friends who are more forgiving will say that she is happy, and those who are more mean will say: "I am afraid that it is not true that he made you live a happy life and make women in the world envy her." Is it true to make someone regret that they don't know gold and jade?"

Li Qiuning tried to deny it, but his heart was empty, he jumped in horror and couldn't hold it down. After returning home, he couldn't help testing Zhang Jinglin's tone. He didn't try to explain, but said indifferently: "boring." No one is more willing than Li Qiuning to believe that what others say are all idle conjectures born of narrow minds. The only thing he refuses to think about is that a year later, Zhang Jinglin has verified that these conjectures are not idle. That day, Zhang Jinglin didn't go home, turned off his phone, and came back in the morning and said to Li Qiuning who hadn't slept all night: "Do you love me very much?"

Li Qiuning nodded. He looked at Li Qiuning peacefully, and slowly pushed her body away: "If you really love me, you want me to be happy, right?" Li Qiuning nodded desperately. "So, shall we divorce?" Li Qiuning looked at him: "You're joking, right?" He smiled helplessly, went into the study and turned on the computer, with Li Qiuning standing behind him, he typed with his dancing fingers on the keyboard: divorce agreement. All the struggles were in vain, and Li Qiuning, who was bruised all over his body, lost Zhang Jinglin in the end. It is said that his old girlfriend had a stalemate with his rich fiance, and turned around to gnaw on Zhang Jinglin. Half a year later, Li Qiuning, physically and mentally exhausted, fled into the arms of a quasi-rich man in the name of marriage to heal his wounds. The legend of Zhang Jinglin is still spreading intermittently. For example, he was once again abandoned by his girlfriend and got drunk all day long. Li Qiuning went to see him. He looked at her and waved his hands as if he had never met her. On the way to leave, Li Qiuning was in pain but could do nothing . Later, it was rumored that Zhang Jinglin entered the stock market and was full of energy. Even though everything about him had nothing to do with him, Li Qiuning was still very relieved. As long as he was good, it was his own happiness. When Zhang Jinglin was gradually forgotten by Li Qiuning in the past, he appeared like a ghost. He called Li Qiuning and asked: "Qiu Ning, I am Zhang Jinglin, do you still love me?" At this time, Li Qiuning is no longer the naive girl she used to be, and it's not that she has never loved, or is she still hurt?Although this question aroused her heartache, she still tried to suppress it: "I loved him in the past, and now I love him." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly hung up the phone, fearing that he would lose his composure after a long time. However, half a year later, she suddenly received a letter and a photo. In the letter, there was only one line: I went for plastic surgery to look like him, because this face is your favorite now. When looking at the photo, Li Qiuning screamed in horror and fell to the ground. The face was exactly the same as her husband's, so lifelike that she couldn't tell it apart. For a whole day, I was in a trance like traveling through a nightmare, and the panic and panic that I couldn't wake up no matter what, firmly bound my heart. At night, her husband asked, "What's wrong with you, Qiuning?" Li Qiuning didn't dare to answer, but said that she had a nightmare during her nap. The husband touched her face lovingly and said nothing. I can receive a similar letter every day, and the content and photos are different each time. Zhang Jinglin wants to get back his old love, but after the situation has changed, he realizes that only Li Qiuning is the best. Those letters were all burned after receiving them, she became more and more in a trance, and collapsed at noon one day, when her husband passed by near the house, he came upstairs and held her face and said, "Honey, you have lost a lot of weight recently. " Said, holding her to the mirror, she saw herself surrounded by him, thin and thin, like a wisp of cloud in winter, she cried and said that she always had the worst nightmare recently, and she was about to collapse. Her husband gently lifted her up and went to the bed. Under his tender caress, her panic gradually eased. However, when she curled up her lazy limbs and looked at him, he smiled abruptly and coldly: "How about it, dear? Am I exactly the same as him, and you can't even tell the difference?" Li Qiuning screamed, and passed out with his eyes wide open. When she woke up, there was silence around her. In the evening, trembling, she told her husband all this. He looked at her sadly, smoked fiercely, and then dragged her to the police station to report the crime without saying a word.The policeman who recorded the case opened his mouth in surprise. Because, as early as a year ago, Zhang Jinglin smuggled out of the country because of embezzlement of public funds and failed to speculate in stocks. What Li Qiuning said was simply a fairy tale, and she burned all the photos and letters, and there was no evidence for filing a case. Her husband took her home angrily, and remained silent for several days, his suppressed rage was fully exposed. When his wife's body was touched by other men, every man would have a normal reaction, Li Qiuning was so guilty that he wished he could hit her head on. die. Letters like bad news would still come. Every time I received them, Li Qiuning handed them to her husband without looking at them, and then let him keep them one by one and take them to the police station. In fact, besides confirming to the police that what Li Qiuning said was not a fairy tale , is useless, the letter is typed, has no address, and can only be seen from the postmark that it was sent from this city. The man in the photo is simply a clone of her husband. In the state where Zhang Jinglin cannot be found, it is basically a Any waste paper that can be cut out from a pictorial magazine. If it is said that Li Qiuning's love for Zhang Jinglin had some remnants in the years, then it has been frightened and repulsed to nothing. In the next few nights, when her husband came back, he went to the bathroom and didn't see anyone anymore. Li Qiuning realized that it was Zhang Jinglin again. When her husband came back, she didn't dare to tell him, for fear of hurting a man's self-esteem again. , quietly strengthened his psychological defense, bought a Tibetan knife and hid it by the bedside when he was shopping, just in case. She was in a daze, at night, when her husband went to the bathroom, she would hide from the door and look nervously.Gradually, when going out, Li Qiuning saw the strangeness in other people's eyes, as if everyone knew that this woman was tortured by her ex-husband after plastic surgery. screamed and jumped away. At the end of winter, Li Qiuning began to receive psychological treatment, but the symptoms did not alleviate. Husband spends less and less time at home, gradually rumors spread, he has a new love, no one has ever accused him of anything, there is a crazy wife at home, it is good not to abandon it, a man who is struggling for his career always needs a consolation That weary heart. No one told Li Qiuning, even if she did, she probably wouldn't be able to care about anything. That night, my husband came back, looked at Li Qiuning, went to the bedroom to change his shirt, and looked as if he was about to go out. Li Qiuning was standing by the window, and saw a woman with short blonde hair who was downstairs on the lawn looking at the window enchantingly. For convenience, she turned her head, looked at her husband and asked, "Is she waiting for you?" The husband glanced at her wearily, replied silently, and went out. It was night, Li Qiuning was sitting on the bed playing with Tibetan knives, giggling to himself, tears falling like flying, knowing that he left, it was only sooner or later, and the abandoned self would not even have a sympathy In the eyes of the bystanders, in the eyes of everyone, the fate that he ended up is his own fault. In the middle of the night, the door rang, and he took off his shirt calmly under Li Qiuning's gaze. The unfamiliar fragrance smelt his nostrils. Li Qiuning took it, sniffed it under his nose, and looked at him with his eyes motionless, but he fell silently. go to sleep. In the early morning, he got up and leaned over to look at Li Qiuning's face. Li Qiuning didn't sleep, it was like this all night, but he didn't open his eyes. He just pricked up his ears and heard that he went to the bathroom in a sleepy state. Then he held the Tibetan knife and quietly hid behind the door. When he came out sleepily, he yelled: "Zhang Jinglin, why do you want to hurt me like this?" A cold light flashed, and the Tibetan knife got into his chest. He just looked straight at Li Qiuning, with the knife firmly on his chest. He suddenly laughed and said, "Li Qiuning, do you really think there is Zhang Jinglin? You don't know how much I love you, I love your helpless eyes, but why did you secretly go to see him a year ago? , why did you steal my 300,000 yuan to pay for his smuggling? Why...I love you so much...but I can't change your heart...but he only needs a phone call from you, and you betray me...so Do, I just want you to hate him... and revenge for your betrayal of me...you..." Li Qiuning looked at him with silly and distracted eyes: "But, you don't know, when I gave him the money, I told him that all my love for him in this life is over, but you tortured me hard." Li Qiuning looked at Bei Ke and smiled bleakly: "Do you think I keep silent because I have a mentality of getting away with it?" Bei Ke shook his head: "You don't want to hear the sound of your heart hurting and falling again, and you don't want to look back, so you don't want to speak. You want to bite all the pain." Li Qiuning raised his head: "It's okay, in this life, at least I have been loved and cared by someone sincerely." In the spring of that year, when Li Qiuning was convicted of intentional homicide because she had other feelings, when she was sentenced to life, no one saw happiness or loss on her face, as if life and death had become indifferent to her. Although he helped Jiang Zhong solve the case with a casual word, Bei Ke still couldn't relax, and his heart was heavy. Seeing this, Jiang Zhong suggested to go to the suburbs to relax on weekends, and Bei Ke said yes.When taking care of the things he brought the next day, Jiang Zhong shouted in the bathroom: "Take the cell phone battery in my briefcase, too." When I took out the battery, a photo in the Jiangzhong bag rushed into my eyes. In the crack of the briefcase, the wine red hair was loose and sexy, and the water red lip gloss full of crystal texture made people unable to resist. A kiss of desire. Becker is very familiar with these lips, and they have appeared in a crying posture several times. At that time, the woman with these red lips - Luo Mei broke into the psychological clinic and sat opposite, low, just Crying: "I have an ominous premonition that love will kill him..."