plum city

Chapter 85 Letter

Fang Yan finally opened the door. He was a little surprised by the emptiness and simplicity of the room. The room was more than 30 square meters. There was a row of fixed wardrobes against the wall. In addition, there was only a bed and a bedside table, and nothing else. Other furniture.

The bedding on the bed was neatly folded, and the sheets were carefully dusted with hands, without any wrinkles.Fang Guofei must have tidied up the place that day before he walked down and sat in the living room waiting for Fang Yan.

Fang Yan walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. He saw that it was empty, even the wastebasket was empty.It seemed like someone had tidied up the room and would come back, but the bathroom seemed like no one had used it for a long time.

The tooth cup, toothpaste, toothbrush, towel, bath towel, shampoo, shower gel and shaving cream, along with the razor, are all missing. They must have been packed and taken downstairs by Fang Guofei. He seemed to know that he would never come back after leaving here. , these are no longer needed.

Fang Yan retreated to the room and opened the closet doors to take a look. He saw the clothes inside were neatly hung, including a row of suits and coats, and non-woven and PVC clothes covers outside.

Fang Yan closed the cupboard door, walked to the bedside table, and opened the drawer. It was also empty, with nothing in it.

This room, let alone the secret, was even here. If it weren't for those clothes, it would be difficult for him to find traces of Fang Guofei's life.

Fang Yan walked out, closed the door, and walked to the study room opposite.

The moment he opened the door and turned on the light, Fang Yan took a breath of cold air. He saw that it was a veritable study room. The four walls were lined with tall bookshelves from the floor to the ceiling. The bookshelves were filled with books. Most of them are original books in English and Japanese.

Moreover, it can be seen that these books have been read by others, and they are not the kind of hardcover books that are placed in a complete set to show off.

Apart from books, there are no other unnecessary things on the bookshelf, such as photos and various ornaments that many people like to display.Fang Yan didn't even know that he had so many books at home, and he didn't even know that Fang Guofei, the driver back then, had devoured so many books, which was much better than a turtle college student like himself.

This makes Fang Yan a little embarrassed. The so-called study room on his second floor contains no more than twenty books in total. The bookshelf contains basically the figurines that Xu Ailian bought for him when he was young. Compared with this place, There's no shame in calling that a study room.

There is a desk near the window. The desk is also very neat. In addition to a desk lamp, there is a brushed stainless steel pen holder and a closed laptop.

On one side of the desk is a swivel chair, where Fang Guofei probably sits and surfs the Internet. On the other side is a leather sofa with his back against the window. During the day, Fang Guofei probably likes to sit on the sofa and read with the help of the skylight outside the window.

Fang Yan walked over and sat down in front of the desk. The desk was not big. On the side was a standing cabinet with three drawers. Fang Yan opened the bottom drawer and found two and a half packs of A4 paper. The top pack had been opened. .

I opened the middle drawer and it was empty.Fang Yan then opened the top drawer, which contained paper knives, scissors, a stapler, a calculator, paper clips, ink pads and glue.

There is a flat drawer on the side of the desk, which can be used to place the keyboard when using a desktop computer. There is no desktop computer on this table.Fang Yan opened the drawer and saw an envelope inside. Four words written in pen on the envelope were very eye-catching: "Fang Yan Qinqi".

In addition, there are two bank cards. There is a piece of paper under the bank card with a set of six digits written on it, which should be the passwords of these two bank cards.

Fang Yan picked up the envelope and looked at it. To his surprise, it was sealed.

The envelope was sealed, and it also said "Fang Yan personally expresses it". Fang Yan was startled, and then thought that Fang Guofei knew that he would not come upstairs and enter this study easily, in case someone else, such as Noi and the others came up to clean up. When you see it, you can take it and give it to him.

After sealing it and writing a personal statement, Noi or anyone else would not open it without authorization.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan's heart lifted.He opened the drawer on the side, took out the scissors, cut the seal, and saw that inside was a thin micro USB flash drive in a leather case that could be hung on a key.Fang Yan reached out and opened the laptop on the table. The laptop did not have a password. When he opened it, he found that except for the system files, all other folders inside had been cleared.

Fang Yan inserted the USB flash drive into the USB socket and opened it. Inside was a letter written by Fang Guofei to himself. The letter began:

"dialect:

By the time you read this letter, I should no longer be in this world.I thought about it for a few days and decided to tell you something. The so-called burial is peaceful. I think it is probably that you can die peacefully if you don't carry any secrets with you.

At the same time, there are some things that if I don’t say, it may cause you trouble in the future, so I’d better make it clear.In this way, if you encounter trouble in the future, you can take this letter and hand it to the police to prove your innocence.Of course, you can also hand it over to the police immediately after reading it, it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, all the people who have done these things are dead and the accounts have been settled. Even if the law wants to punish, it can’t punish you. But you living people are all clean..."

When Fang Yan read this, his heart was already lifted, and the further he looked down, the more frightened he became.

This letter was very long, with more than 1 words. There were several times in the middle that Fang Yan couldn't help but stop and tried to calm down his emotions before he could continue reading.By the time Fang Yan finished reading it all, he didn't even know that he was already sweating profusely.

He sat there blankly, staring at the screen, his vision blurred.In fact, when he was reading this letter, he cried countless times. When he finished reading, all the doubts in his heart were solved, but he felt cold from head to toe.

He stood up and walked to the door, turned off the ceiling light in the study, walked back and sat down in front of the desk again, reached out and turned off the lamp on the table.

He sat there curled up, staring blankly at the night sky outside the window. Whether it was thin and translucent clouds, a few stars, or just a curved moon, they paid no attention to what was happening in this world. What is the dialect thinking or not thinking about?

The screen of the laptop also closed automatically, and Fang Yan sank into the darkness. He heard a long sigh sinking into the darkness with him. This sigh seemed to be from him, but it seemed not to be from him.

He didn't know how long he sat there, but Fang Yan felt like he was petrified. He forced himself not to think about anything, and it seemed like he couldn't think of anything. His mind was already empty, what else could he think of.Just like the battlefield is quiet after a fierce battle, Dialect's brain is now empty after the intense agitation, anger or pain.

This is the void after losing all direction, the void after understanding everything, a void that is difficult to be happy, sad, angry, and even happier. It is not a vast white void like a piece of white paper, but a bottomless black void. A hole that is enough to swallow all things.

Fang Yan sighed again, and this breath fell heavily to the floor. Although it was silent, it spread and soaked the entire floor. It was dark, it was really dark.

I don't know how long it took, but Fang Yan felt that his hands seemed to have consciousness and came back. He stretched out his hand, touched the U disk plugged into the USB socket, pulled it out, and held it in his hand.He heard that sigh as if there was an echo, and the echo was murmuring to itself, "Save some dignity for the last time, dialect, no matter what, they are your dearest people, they are dead."

Fang Yan pinched both ends of the USB flash drive with his thumbs and index fingers. When he exerted force with both hands, the USB flash drive broke, accompanied by a sharp pain.

Fang Yan felt that the fingers of his right hand were sticky. He put them in his mouth and sucked them, tasting the salty blood.

He stood up, put the broken USB drive into his pocket, opened the door and walked out.

(End of this chapter)