Chapter 33 Chapter fifteen

Nie Ming lit a cigarette again, paced back and forth in the room, and kept saying, "If this is the case, it's hell! It sucks!" "Forget it, Nie Ming. Let's not investigate any further!" Song Jingci was almost crying, "This matter is too terrible, completely beyond our imagination!" Nie Ming sighed: "Looks like that's all there is to it. Now, we just need to ask for blessings." Then, the two were silent for several minutes without speaking. Nie Ming raised his hand, looked at his watch, and realized that it was almost eleven o'clock.

"I have to go." Nie Ming put out the cigarette butt, "You should also rest." He stood up, suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, I think I should take care of that little notebook—after all, Yu Cheng entrusted me to handle this notebook before he died." Song Jingci nodded and said, "Okay, you can take it—but, what are you going to do with it?" "I haven't made up my mind yet—maybe I'll hand him over to Yu Jie. This is their house." He said, opening the door. Song Jingci sent Nie Ming to the door, and when she was about to say goodbye, Nie Ming suddenly found a bag of things in the garbage bag at the door, which looked familiar.

He bent down, picked up the package, and found that it was brought back from Yu's house, the manuscripts and materials left by the old lawyer. "You threw away your father's things?" Nie Ming looked at Song Jingci puzzled. "Oh, Nie Ming." Song Jingci showed a painful expression, "You know, I can't face these things, as long as I see them, I will think of my father, which makes me sad for a long time." "However, it's a pity to just throw it away." Nie Ming shook his head and said, "Why don't you let me keep it as a souvenir."

"Oh, take it if you want." Song Jingci said with a wry smile. "Okay, goodbye." When he got home, Nie Ming was exhausted. He fell on the bed and fell asleep within five minutes. The little notebook was placed on the desk next to him, and Nie Ming pressed it down with a thick book. The next morning, Nie Ming finished his breakfast consisting of ham, fried eggs and milk in the dining room, and returned to his room. At this moment, he remembered that he should put that important little book in a safer, more secure and less likely place to be found.So he walked to the desk and opened the thick book.

Suddenly, he froze in place - the little notebook disappeared! Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead almost instantly, Nie Ming took two steps back, his nerves tensed up. He hurried out of the room, found his mother in the kitchen, and asked loudly, "Mom, where is that little notebook I put on the table? Have you seen it?" "Which little book?" Nie Ming's mother asked. "It's just... there is no cover, about thirty pages..." "Oh, it's that notebook." My mother said with a smile, "I saw it when I was tidying up the room in the morning. I was afraid that I would lose it if I scattered it, so I put it in the drawer of your desk."

Nie Ming ran back to the room without looking back, and opened the desk drawer—fortunately, it was just that there was no danger, and the notebook was lying in the drawer safe and sound. Nie Ming let out a long breath of relief. At this time, my mother also rushed over and asked, "Did you find it? Why, is this book important? See how nervous you are." "Yes, very important." Nie Ming said, "Fortunately, I found it." "That's good. When I was cleaning the table just now, I loosened it up a little bit, and then I sorted it out. Count it, and it's exactly 29 pages."

Nie Ming was stunned for a moment: "What? Page 29?" "Why, isn't it 29 pages? It was 29 pages when I counted just now." Nie Ming opened his mouth wide, and he quickly counted the dozens of papers—as expected, it was 29 pages. "Mom! When you cleaned the room just now, didn't you lose a page? This book... should have 30 pages!" Nie Ming said anxiously. "Impossible to lose it," my mother assured me. "I remember it quite well. It was twenty-nine pages when I put it together." Nie Ming froze for a few seconds, and searched the desk, floor, and under the bed, but found no paper.

Nie Ming sat down slowly.Only at this time did he realize that he had neglected such an important thing—since he got this little book until now, he never counted whether it has thirty pages! He began to remember.From finding this book, opening it, flipping through it, to taking it home now, there is no link in the whole process where one of them may be lost in the middle. So, this book has only 29 pages since they got it?So, what about the last page? Nie Ming immediately thought that the old lawyer might have hidden the last piece of paper in another, more hidden place, or had already destroyed it.But there is no doubt about one thing - there must be a more important secret hidden on this last piece of paper!

Thinking of this, Nie Ming stood up immediately. He hid the 29 pages in a thick book, then walked out of the house and took a taxi—he wanted to tell Song Jingci about it. Twenty minutes later, Nie Ming came to Song Jingci's house, and he rang the doorbell. After waiting for a few minutes, no one came to answer the door. He pressed it several times, but there was still no response. Nie Ming sighed, it seems that Song Jingci and her younger brother went out together, not at home. Nie Ming let out a sigh of melancholy.With a feeling of loss, he returned to his home again and sat on the leather chair in the bedroom.

After half an hour, Nie Ming found that he couldn't calm down and do anything—he was full of guesses about what secret content was written on the last page. In the midst of boredom, Nie Ming focused his attention on the package of manuscripts and materials that he brought back from Song Jingci's home yesterday.He reached out and took a few notebooks and a few manuscripts out. Nie Ming rested his head on his hands while casually flipping through this old notebook—judging from the content, this should be a memo pad used by Lawyer Song to record miscellaneous matters, with some work reminders and phone numbers scattered on it. and life essays.

Nie Ming looked at it, slowly moved away the hand supporting his head, and slowly sat up straight. His brows became more and more wrinkled, as if he had discovered something. A few sentences in this notebook caught his attention: On the day of Waking of Insects in February, I received a call from an old friend whom I hadn't seen for more than ten years, and we had a very happy chat. On the tenth day of September, the first-instance verdict of the food poisoning incident came out. In the summer of June, it finally rained heavily. On the ninth day of April, I attended a conference on medicine and law. ... Nie Ming flipped through this notebook quickly, picked up another notebook, flipped through it quickly, and then browsed a few more notebooks. Immediately afterwards, Nie Ming stood up abruptly, walked to the desk, picked up a calendar on it, and counted with his fingers. In less than two minutes, beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, and Nie Ming yelled, "My God! It turned out to be like this!"