Chapter 26 Chapter 25: The Shadow Murderer

"What happened next?" Chen Xiao looked up at Lin Guodong, frowning slightly, his eyes full of concern. "I'm completely stupid. After sitting on the bed for a long time, the left side of my face is still in hot pain." Lin Guodong put his hand around Chen Xiao's shoulder, and gently stroked her hair, "I don't know why a minute ago She can be close to each other, and she will stare at each other in a blink of an eye. She obviously likes me, otherwise she wouldn't go to the movies or go boating with me. But why can't she let us go further?" "Did she come back after that?"

"He came back with three security cadres with him." "Ah?" Chen Xiao covered his mouth with his hands, and let out a small exclamation, "There's no need to be so desperate, is there?" "She was so desperate at the time." Lin Guodong smiled wryly, "Accuse me of attempted rape." Chen Xiao broke free from Lin Guodong's arms, his face full of surprise: "You were arrested?" "No." Lin Guodong hugged her again, "I was inexplicably locked up for one night, and then I was released again inexplicably. After that, I was suspended from classes, my bonus was withheld, and I was disqualified from the evaluation."

Chen Xiao gently stroked the back of his hand: "Poor little girl." "I just can't figure it out, I've always been unable to figure it out." Lin Guodong cast his gaze to the other side of the living room, the bathroom door was half open, "How could she hurt me like this? Everyone looks at me in a different way, everyone Talking about me secretly behind my back...for me, that would kill me." "It's simple, she doesn't love you." "Don't love me? Then why doesn't she refuse every time I invite her?" "Relieve the boredom." Chen Xiao smiled softly, "My boyfriend is so far away, and I don't usually have anyone to accompany me. It happens to be you, a young, handsome and talented suitor. If it were me, I would happily go to the date—— Just find someone to play with yourself."

"But she is willing to hug and kiss me..." "What's that, a woman, if you hug her, you'll be warm too. However, if you want to have a substantive relationship, she will definitely run away." Lin Guodong was silent for a while, then shook his head: "Women are really scary." Chen Xiao squeezed her head into Lin Guodong's arms: "So you have been single for so many years?" "En." Lin Guodong stroked her back with his hand, and could clearly feel the position of the bra, "I can't put it on, and I don't dare to fall in love anymore."

"Fool." Chen Xiao closed her eyes and murmured softly, "Not all women are like her." The bodies of the two were close together, and the gradually rising body temperature made the fragrance of the girl's body steam up.Lin Guodong's breathing became short of breath, and greasy sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.He lowered his head and kissed Chen Xiao lightly on the forehead.Immediately, he went all the way down to find Chen Xiao's lips.The girl raised her head slightly, obediently catering to him.Soon, the four lips touched tentatively, and they were tightly glued together.

woman.soft woman.wet woman.A woman with a breathtaking scent. Lin Guodong withdrew his hand from under the girl's waist, along the lower abdomen, and when he was about to touch the chest, the other hand firmly stopped him. Chen Xiao pulled his hand away, turned over and sat up. "Ms. Lin, I have to go." She straightened her disheveled hair and straightened the sweater on her body. Lin Guodong leaned over, wanting to kiss her again.However, this time, the girl turned her head and put out her hand to block between her and Lin Guodong. "do not do that." Lin Guodong stopped in mid-air awkwardly with his leaning over and pouting his lips.When he was young, he slowly stood up straight, and his face began to turn pale.

"why?" "I have a boyfriend, I can't do this." "But you just said..." "Ms. Lin, I like you very much, and I am willing to be your friend. Although, we are more than ordinary friends..." Chen Xiao smiled unnaturally, "We need to be closer. But, I don't want to...why Say? You know. Anyway, sorry." After finishing speaking, Chen Xiao picked up the coat on the sofa and walked towards the door. Lin Guodong stood where he was, watching her silently. Chen Xiao noticed his gaze, felt a little unbearable, forced a smile: "Are you going to the company tomorrow?"

Lin Guodong didn't say a word, and the cloud gradually appeared on his face. Chen Xiao felt flustered inexplicably when he looked at this thin man who seemed to have suddenly lost his temperature.She lowered her head, said "see you tomorrow", opened the door hastily, and left. Lin Guodong maintained his original posture, staring at the empty hall.After a long time, he put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned around slowly, and looked around the entire living room.Finally, he turned his gaze to the bathroom. You and her are the same. Wei Jiong looked at the house number on the ward, and gently pushed open the door.

Du Cheng was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and his face sallow.Another policeman who had met in Ji Qiankun's house stood by the bed, and when he saw him come in, he immediately cast a puzzled look at Wei Jiong. Wei Jiong pointed at Du Cheng, and said silently, "I'm here to see him." The policeman nodded and motioned for him to find a chair. Wei Jiong put the fruit basket in the corner, pulled out a chair, and sat beside Du Cheng's bed. "how is he?" The policeman's face was ugly, and he didn't answer, but shook his head slightly.

Wei Jiong looked at Du Cheng on the hospital bed.The old man's whole body was huddled under the quilt, and he hadn't seen him for a few days. His face had lost a lot of weight, but his abdomen was swollen.He seemed to be asleep, but his breathing was uneven.Sometimes frowning, sometimes gritted teeth. The policeman looked at Wei Jiong and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?" Wei Jiong was at a loss for words for a while, he didn't know how to describe his relationship with Du Cheng, after thinking about it, he could only say: "I am his friend." The policeman didn't speak, and the doubts in his eyes became even more serious.

At this time, Du Cheng let out a long sigh.Immediately afterwards, he licked his lips and whispered, "Zhenliang, water." Zhang Zhenliang hurriedly picked up the water glass on the bedside table, and brought the straw inserted into Du Cheng's mouth. Du Cheng took a few breaths, slowly opened his eyes, and immediately saw Wei Jiong beside the bed. "How did you come?" "I heard that you are sick," Wei Jiong forced a smile, "Lao Ji has limited mobility, so let me come and see you." "Hey, let him not worry about it." Du Cheng signaled Zhang Zhenliang to shake the bed, "I'm fine, I know my body best—you didn't tell him about Lin Guodong, did you?" "No. What did you find?" "Well. I think it's him." Speaking of this, Du Cheng suddenly thought of something, and turned to face Zhang Zhenliang, "Is there any movement between Ma Jian and Luo Shaohua?" "Not yet. You have been in a coma for the past two days, and they have visited you one after another." Zhang Zhenliang rummaged through his pockets and took out two envelopes, "The condolence money—do you want to return it?" "No refund, keep it." Du Cheng chuckled, "One size counts for one size. These two bastards should come and see me." Zhang Zhenliang also smiled: "Master, are you hungry?" "It's quite a bit." Du Cheng smacked his lips, "Let's get some dumplings." "Okay." Zhang Zhenliang got up quickly and walked towards the door, "Wait a minute, I'll be right back." Seeing him go out, Du Cheng pointed to his coat on the hanger, and said to Wei Jiong, "Smoke in the right pocket." Wei Jiong hesitated: "Officer Du, you are sick..." Du Cheng seemed impatient: "Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up!" Wei Jiong had no choice but to do as he asked.Half a minute later, Du Cheng was already smoking a cigarette happily.Wei Jiong found a paper cup, poured half a glass of water, and placed it in front of him, using it as an ashtray. Du Cheng smoked most of the cigarette in two or three puffs.Holding the cigarette butt, he looked at Wei Jiong: "Tell me, boy, what do you want from me?" "Ok?" "You didn't just come to see me, otherwise Yue Xiaohui would come too." Du Cheng pouted towards the door, "So I sent the shock beam out." Wei Jiong blushed, and muttered to himself: This old fox. "Officer Du, the case files you brought us...not all of them?" "Oh?" Du Cheng raised his eyebrows, and stopped reaching for a cigarette, "Why do you ask that?" "At the end of October 1992, there was also a case of rape, homicide and dismemberment." Wei Jiong mustered up his courage and looked directly into Du Cheng's eyes. "It is very similar to the previous series of murders." Du Cheng stared at him for a few seconds and frowned: "How do you know about this case?" "I saw it when I searched for information on the Internet." Wei Jiong decided to lie. "I think the murderer in the two cases is not the same person, so he didn't give the information to Lao Ji—what do you think?" Du Cheng lowered his eyes and took another cigarette from the cigarette case. "I also don't think I'm alone." Wei Jiong blurted out and immediately regretted it.Because Du Cheng immediately turned his gaze to him, with a meaningful smile on his face. "Boy," Du Cheng lit a cigarette unhurriedly, "What do you know?" Wei Jiong scolded himself for being careless in his heart, seeing that he could no longer hide it, he had no choice but to tell the whole story. "In the case at the end of October 1992, the victim was Yue Xiaohui's mother." Du Cheng froze for a moment, staring at Wei Jiong in a daze.After a long while, he smiled wryly and shook his head, with an expression of disbelief still on his face. "It can't be such a coincidence, can it?" Du Cheng thought for a while, and said to himself, "No wonder she puts so much effort into this case." He looked at Wei Jiong again: "What do you need me to do?" "I hope to understand this case." Wei Jiong paused, "If possible, I want to find out who killed her mother." "Why?" Du Cheng suddenly smiled, "Because of love?" "No." Wei Jiong didn't smile, with a serious expression, "Yue Xiaohui asked his father, because he is allergic to perfume, so her mother never wears perfume. In other words, Lin Guodong was not the murderer who killed her mother." "and then?" "Yue Xiaohui knows that helping Lao Ji will not avenge herself, but she still insists on investigating. Because she thinks it is worthwhile to do so." Wei Jiong paused, and his expression became more determined, "Then, we should also Someone do something for her." Du Cheng suppressed his smile, looked at him again, and pointed to the wardrobe: "The black leather bag contains a file bag." Wei Jiong did as he did, and soon found the file bag, pulled it out, and inside was a criminal case file, with "1992.10.28 Rape, Murder, and Dismemberment Case" written on the cover.Seeing these words, Wei Jiong's body immediately became hot. "Finding out a case is not as simple as you think." Du Cheng looked at him, his expression suddenly darkened, "It's hard to say whether I can last until Lin Guodong is brought to justice. So, I may not be able to help you too much." "It doesn't matter. Lao Ji's case has passed for so many years, isn't it about to come to light?" Wei Jiong turned to look at Du Cheng, with a gentle but firm smile on his face, "If you can do it, so can I." Yue Xiaohui knocked on the door, and when Ji Qiankun answered "Come in", she opened the door and went in. Sitting at the small wooden table, Ji Qiankun was flipping through a stack of documents. He smiled at Yue Xiaohui and looked behind her at the same time. "Wei Jiong didn't come?" "I thought he was here with you." Yue Xiaohui raised her phone, "This guy, I don't know where he is, and he doesn't answer the phone." She took off her coat, put it on the bed together with her backpack, and moved to Ji Qiankun's side: "What are you looking at?" As soon as he got close to him, a strong smell of oil rushed into his nostrils.Yue Xiaohui frowned, stretched out her hand and fanned in front of her nose. "Old Ji, how many days have you not washed your hair?" "Oh?" Ji Qiankun stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, with an embarrassed expression, "I haven't thought about grooming myself these days." Yue Xiaohui looked at Ji Qiankun.The old man was quite different from when we first met him. The gray hair that used to be combed neatly behind his head was now greasy and disheveled.The shirt and woolen sweater on his body were also stained, giving him the image of a sloppy old man. Yue Xiaohui went to the closet, found a set of clean underwear, and threw it on Ji Qiankun: "Change it out." Ji Qiankun's eyes widened in surprise: "Now? Right here?" "Yes indeed." "No!" Ji Qiankun flatly refused, "You are a little girl..." "Stop talking nonsense." Yue Xiaohui became impatient, rushed forward, and took off Ji Qiankun's woolen sweater without any explanation, "You are older than my dad, I have helped him take a bath." With his head stuck in the sweater, Ji Qiankun said in a low voice, "You don't need to come, let Zhang Haisheng help me..." Before he finished speaking, Yue Xiaohui had already taken off his shirt, squatted down again, lifted the blanket, and pulled off the cotton trousers. The old man was left with only his shirt and underpants, and he firmly disagreed with Yue Xiaohui's further action. "You go out first!" Ji Qiankun's face flushed red, "You come in after I've changed!" Yue Xiaohui held back her laughter, and frightened him with widened eyes: "It must be changed——you're all rotten!" After finishing speaking, she opened the door and hid. In the corridor, her smile disappeared suddenly.Neat and refined as an old man, now he has become unkempt.After nearly twenty years of waiting, he finally had the opportunity to get close to the truth of his wife's murder.For the current Ji Qiankun, this is the only thing he can devote himself to.His recklessness made people respect and sympathize, and it also made Yue Xiaohui firm in her determination to help him find out the case. Fifteen minutes later, Yue Xiaohui heard Ji Qiankun's call from the room: "Okay, come in." She opened the door and went in, and saw that Ji Qiankun had changed into the red shirt and underpants, and was sitting in a wheelchair stiffly, as if he didn't know where to put his hands. "That's right." Yue Xiaohui looked at Ji Qiankun who was covered in sweat. It seemed that changing his underwear took him a lot of effort.She picked up the towel and handed it to him, and took out a clean sweater and cotton trousers from the closet. Ji Qiankun wiped his sweat with one hand, and tried to hide the changed underwear in the dirty clothes with the other.Yue Xiaohui was angry and funny, she snatched the dirty clothes, rolled them into a ball, threw them into the sink, and helped him change into a sweater and cotton trousers. After finishing all this, she picked up the thermos bottle and walked out with the laundry tub.Seeing this, Ji Qiankun yelled again. "Don't wash it, just send it to the laundry room." Yue Xiaohui said "I know" without looking back, opened the door and walked out.When she came back again, she was carrying half a basin of cold water and a bottle of boiling water. The expression on Ji Qiankun's face was not so much doubt, but panic: "What are you doing again?" "Wash your hair." Yue Xiaohui replied lightly.She adjusted the water temperature, wrapped a towel around Ji Qiankun's neck, first wet his hair with a handful of warm water, then squeezed the shampoo into the palm of her hand, and rubbed it on Ji Qiankun's hair. At first, Ji Qiankun seemed very nervous, sitting stiffly in the wheelchair.However, following Yue Xiaohui's gentle movements, he gradually relaxed, and honestly let Yue Xiaohui manipulate him.Finally, he half-closed his eyes and enjoyed it comfortably. Shake off lather and rinse.Greasy, unkempt hair becomes clean and tame in no time.Yue Xiaohui dried Ji Qiankun's hair with a towel, and combed it neatly.Ji Qiankun washed his face with the remaining hot water, and his whole body became radiant. "Look, how nice this is." Yue Xiaohui took a step back and looked at Ji Qiankun with satisfaction.The old man smiled embarrassedly. "Thanks a lot." "Why are you being polite?" Yue Xiaohui tossed her hair nonchalantly, and then set her eyes on Ji Qiankun's bearded chin. Seeing her roll up the sleeves that had just been put down, Ji Qiankun immediately realized Yue Xiaohui's intentions, and hurriedly said: "I can do this myself!" The girl had already picked up the thermos bottle and went out again. A few minutes later, Ji Qiankun raised his head, covered his face with a hot towel, and half-lyed comfortably on the wheelchair.While stirring the shaving cream, Yue Xiaohui looked at an old-fashioned razor. "I can't imagine that there are still people using this thing." "I'm not used to electric ones." Ji Qiankun's face was covered under the towel, his voice was lazy, as if he was about to fall asleep, "I have to change the batteries frequently." "It's pretty cool." Yue Xiaohui turned on the razor.The blade is cold and shiny, and looks well maintained.She tried it with her thumb on the blade, and it was sharp. Yue Xiaohui lifted the towel off Ji Qiankun's face, and the old man slightly opened his eyes, his face became rosy and moist, with steam emitting from it.She touched Ji Qiankun's soft chin, and evenly applied the shaving cream on his face. When the blade slid across the skin, there was a slight click sound of cutting the beard.However, where the razor passes, everything becomes smooth and clean.Yue Xiaohui half-kneeled beside Ji Qiankun, carefully working on his face, and from time to time wiped off the razor that was stained with shaving cream and mustard with a tissue. Ji Qiankun sat motionless, feeling the sharpness of the razor and the gentle touch of the girl's fingers. "Xiao Hui." "Ok?" "You just said to help Dad take a bath?" "yes." "Is he also... inconvenient?" "That's not true." Yue Xiaohui smiled, "He drinks heavily and often gets drunk to the point of unconsciousness." "Then, why didn't your mother..." "My mother passed away very early." Yue Xiaohui stared intently at the mustache on Ji Qiankun's chin, "There are only me and my father at home." Ji Qiankun said "Oh" and stopped talking.For a moment, Yue Xiaohui felt a hand on top of her head, slowly caressing it. The girl trembled all over, and the movements of her hands were slightly deformed. Suddenly, a small wound appeared on Ji Qiankun's chin. "Ouch!" Yue Xiaohui hurriedly put down the razor, picked up a tissue and pressed it on the wound, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "It's okay." Ji Qiankun shook his head, he looked at his chin in the mirror, the cut was not big, and the blood soon stopped, "You continue." "I don't dare." Yue Xiaohui seemed full of apology, "I'll cut you later." "Small, with this kind of razor, cuts are common." Ji Qiankun picked up the razor and handed the handle to her, "I can trust you." Yue Xiaohui took the razor hesitantly, then looked at Ji Qiankun again.The old man smiled at him, raised his head halfway, and closed his eyes. The girl squatted down and pressed the razor on Ji Qiankun's chin again. Soon, Ji Qiankun's cheeks became smooth and clean.Yue Xiaohui also regained her confidence and began to clean the mustache on his neck.Pressing his hand on the already loose skin, he could clearly feel the powerful rhythm of the carotid artery.When the throat was scraped, Yue Xiaohui didn't dare to be distracted, staring at the razor slowly across the Adam's apple.A layer of goosebumps slowly appeared on the bluish-white skin, Ji Qiankun's breathing was steady and even, and his hands were gently resting on his lower abdomen. Finally, the old man's beard was shaved clean.He stroked his bare chin with a contented expression on his face. "It's so comfortable." Yue Xiaohui looked at him while cleaning the razor: "My workmanship is too bad." "It's pretty good." Ji Qiankun looked at the wound on his chin, "In the past, my wife also clamored to shave me because she thought it was fun--in the end, my face was covered with Band-Aids." "Haha." Yue Xiaohui laughed, "It's quite fun." She threw the towel into the sink and took it to the sink to wash it off.When he came back again, he saw Ji Qiankun lighting a cigarette and sitting in front of the window in a daze. The old man washed his head and face, shaved his beard, and changed into clean clothes. His appearance changed drastically.It's just that the lonely expression on his face is still there, and it seems to be a little deeper. Knowing that he thought of his wife again, Yue Xiaohui pulled up a chair and sat beside him silently. Ji Qiankun finished smoking a cigarette and lit another.More and more thick smoke surrounded him.After a long time, his low voice came from the smoke. "Xiao Hui." "Ok." "Tell me, what kind of person is he?" Yue Xiaohui remembered Du Cheng's agreement with her and Wei Jiong, thought about it, and decided not to tell Ji Qiankun about Lin Guodong for the time being. "We and Police Officer Du investigated several people according to the list provided by Xu Mingliang's mother. Some of them can basically be ruled out, and some are still under investigation." Yue Xiaohui patted his knee, "In this matter, I feel that I can completely trust Officer Du." She remembered the way Du Chengfu was struggling against the pain at the dining table: "Maybe, he is more eager than you to find the murderer as soon as possible." "Well, I don't doubt that." Ji Qiankun lowered his head and smiled, "If there is such a day, I must meet him. I want to know what kind of person took my wife away." Yeah, what kind of a person took my mother away on the night of October 27, 1992. Yue Xiaohui's mood suddenly fell, she picked up the cigarette case on the window sill, took out one and lit it.Ji Qiankun just froze for a moment, then silently pushed the can with the cigarette butts over. A girl and an old man sat by the window, smoking silently against the leaden sky. Yue Xiaohui suddenly felt jealous of Ji Qiankun.Although he still didn't realize it, with the efforts of Du Cheng and Wei Jiong, the murderer has gradually revealed his outline.On the contrary, she originally felt that it was close to the night of October 27, 1992, and she returned to 2014 after the perfume thread was interrupted.Although the results of Du Cheng's investigation in the mental hospital are still unknown, Yue Xiaohui believes that it is only a matter of time before Ji Qiankun and Du Cheng's wishes come true. But what about me? No motivation.no trace.All that was left was a shadow, the same black plastic bag and yellow tape, and my mutilated mum. Yue Xiaohui didn't have a deep impression of her mother, nor did she have a deep feeling for her.However, her departure still left unhealed wounds in her life. The posthumous photos on the chest of drawers, the father soaking in the wine glass all day long, the vegetables and soy sauce bottles in the schoolbag, the blisters from being scalded when cooking, and the fear and panic when dealing with menarche alone. Her life with her father was destroyed late at night on October 27, 1992. So, find him, know him, understand him, let him tell the reason and process.May the soul that floats above the city day and night rest in peace.Let the brutally torn wound heal.Let her and her father no longer worry about it, and each face the rest of their lives calmly. Yue Xiaohui threw the cigarette butt into the tin can and let out a long breath.I am only twenty-three years old, just wait, I will find you. She shook her hair and turned her head, just in time to meet Ji Qiankun's gentle gaze. Suddenly, Yue Xiaohui inexplicably remembered the feeling of him rubbing her hair just now. Warm and dangerous.