Chapter 29 Chapter Eleven

The old lawyer didn't leave many things at Yu's house, only a few large folders containing some manuscripts, materials, letters and the like.Then there are a few books and notebooks.When I packed it up, I packed it all in a big plastic bag. Nie Ming and Song Jingci bid farewell to Yu Jie, and returned to Song Jingci's home with the old lawyer's belongings.At this time Song Yu had finished his lunch and was taking a nap. Nie Ming lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then slowly exhaled the blue smoke. "I thought you didn't smoke." Song Jingci sat down and said.

"Normal." Nie Ming turned his head to look at her. "What do you think of what Yu Jie just said?" Song Jingci sighed softly, and said, "From the perspective of psychological analysis, it is very likely that he is telling the truth." Nie Ming nodded thoughtfully: "I think so too. It is impossible for him to make up such a flawless story without any psychological preparation." "If what he said is true, it is perfectly logical that he should be curious about that black book." "But this curiosity is not enough to drive him to kill—then he couldn't be the murderer."

"Yes, this clue is broken again." Song Jingci was full of frustration, "Now we have lost our direction again, and we don't know what to do next." "Let me think again." Nie Ming closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the sofa. "Don't worry, take your time." Song Jingci stood up and said, "I'll make two cups of coffee." Nie Ming lay alone on the sofa in the living room and thought about it for more than ten minutes, feeling at a loss. He sat up and saw the old lawyer's folder they had just brought back from Yu's house.

Nie Ming had a sudden thought—is there anything useful recorded in it?He regained his energy, opened a folder, and took out one of the articles. Nie Ming looked at the title of this article - "Handling and Compensation Plan for Violent Dog Injury Incident." It seems that this is a case that the old lawyer took over before, and it is written by the old lawyer himself. Nie Ming skimmed through the manuscript—it was an ordinary civil lawsuit. Nie Ming pouted, put the copy back to its original place, and fell down on the sofa again. A minute later, he suddenly straightened up, flipped out the article again, and observed it carefully.

Immediately afterwards, Nie Ming found several other manuscripts from the folder, and he quickly browsed through each article. At this time, Song Jingci came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee. Seeing Nie Ming turning over her father's manuscripts all over the table, she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Nie Ming! What are you doing?" "Quick! Take out the notepad your father left behind!" Nie Ming shouted. "what have you found?" "Bring it quickly!" Nie Ming said without raising his head. Song Jingci put down the coffee, went to her room, took out the green notepad, and handed it to Nie Ming.

Nie Ming read the message on the notepad again, opened his mouth, and closed the notepad again. "What happened? What did you find?" Song Jingci asked anxiously. Nie Ming picked up the article "Handling and Compensation Plan for Violent Dog Injury Incident" and put it in front of Song Jingci, saying, "Read this article." Song Jingci read it quickly, raised her head in confusion, and asked, "What's wrong with this article? Is there something wrong?" "Look at these again." Nie Ming handed Song Jingci a few more manuscripts from the old lawyer.

Song Jingci went through each manuscript, but was still at a loss: "These articles are very ordinary, nothing special!" Nie Ming shook his head and said, "No, it's not the content. Look at the format of these articles—the word count of this 'Vicious Dog' is about 3,000 words, and it is divided into four paragraphs. On average, each paragraph There are about 800 characters." "Looking at these articles again, almost every article is like this—a paragraph has about seven or eight hundred words, and some have nearly a thousand words." "What does this mean?" Song Jingci asked.

"Explains your father's writing habits! Everyone has their own writing habits, and your father's habit is-he doesn't like frequent paragraphs! Each paragraph is very long!" "As for the message he left—it's only one or two hundred characters in total, and each sentence is divided into a paragraph, don't you find it strange?" Nie Ming opened the notepad and placed it in front of Song Jingci. Song Jingci looked carefully at the few paragraphs written in the notepad for a while, and frowned: "Could it be that you suspect that the words left on this notepad were not written by my father?"

"But judging from the handwriting, it is indeed written by your father." Song Jingci spread her hands: "Then I don't understand, why?" Nie Ming was silent for a while, and said, "Did you notice that the day written on this notepad is not the day when the incident happened. Do you know what it means?" "Yes, I have long since found out that the date is wrong, but I don't know what it means." "December 23rd..." Nie Ming repeated the date several times and asked, "...isn't this a special day?" Song Jingci shook her head: "I recalled all the special days of our family, but I didn't find anything related to this date."

Nie Ming thought for a while and asked, "When is your mother's death day?" Song Jingci shrugged and said, "I've thought about it a long time ago, but it's not right. My mother's death day is January 22." Nie Ming lowered his head and fell into deep thought again. A few minutes later, he opened the green notepad again, his eyes fixed on the date in the lower right corner. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, as if realizing something, grabbed the notebook, and looked down from the top with a frown. Looking at it, Nie Ming's body trembled slightly, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"What... did you find?" Song Jingci hurriedly asked. "I understand! Lawyer Song really manipulated this notebook! I understand everything!" Nie Ming exclaimed. "What! You understand! What's going on?" Song Jingci asked anxiously. "Look." Nie Ming excitedly placed the notebook in front of Song Jingci, "The '05.12.23' written at the bottom of this notebook, we always think this is a date, right?" "Is not it?" "This place is where the old lawyer's secret lies! He makes us all think it's a date, but it's actually—you try to remove the decimal point between these numbers." Song Jingci glanced at it and said, "Then it becomes six numbers like '051223'." "Okay, count again, how many paragraphs are there in this text?" Song Jingci counted: "Six paragraphs." Nie Mingjiong stared at her with piercing eyes: "Did you see it?" "Hmm... I think, I still don't understand." Song Jingci shook her head in confusion, "What's going on?" "Look at it again now—correspond the six numbers to the six segments, and then take the corresponding word in each segment. Try it!" Song Jingci moved the notebook in front of her, and read it carefully again. "Everything is clear. I have verified that what is written in that notebook is absolutely true. The secret that that person has hidden for so many years is actually known to me, which is really terrifying! Before I reveal this secret to the world, maybe he will come to me. I probably won't live long, and he won't let me go. How long had he spent disguising himself?What is he now?Is he still human?No, that's not something a human can do, he's not human anymore. He didn't know how many years he had acted in this play.What a fool I was, for all these years, he'd been hiding around all of us, and I didn't even recognize him. Hui in heaven, I may come to accompany you soon.If I die, let this secret remain underground forever. " After watching for a few minutes, she yelled: "My God! If the first paragraph takes '0', the second paragraph takes the 5th word, the third paragraph takes the 1st word, and the fourth paragraph takes the 2nd word... ..." "Have you spelled it out?" Song Jingci raised her head in amazement, and said slowly, "So it's like this..." Nie Ming nodded silently, then picked up a ballpoint pen on the coffee table, and wrote those words on a piece of paper: Hidden in the flower bed.