when the moon whispers

Chapter 136 Girl-Lily

case three girls
44 lilies
After taking photos of the materials, Shao Jie swayed to refresh himself and drank a cup of coffee. He waved goodbye to his teammates who were running towards the break room, and then reached the toilet corridor sandwiched between two fire doors. Outside.

He leaned forward and squinted his eyes and looked around in the corridor with flashing overhead lights. His scalp was numb and he felt that there was a sinister smell of disinfectant secretly surging in this narrow corridor. He hesitated for a few seconds. Unable to hold back the urge to urinate, and unable to think about it again and again, he had already forced himself to step into the fire door, glanced one more time in the direction of the blind spot, and paid unconfirmed attention to the flickering light at the door of the men's room.

When the focus of his eyes settled, Shao Jie saw clearly that the dark figure in front of the sink turned out to be Director Liang, an elite man who according to anonymous rumors from Li Zechuan, had proposed to Manager Xu.

He turned on the faucet but didn't turn it off. He stood in front of the sink and sorted out the suit coats that were incompatible for e-sports players like them who sometimes don't wear [-]. He shook his watch, turned his face slightly, and hid his eyes behind the lenses. He stared at the delicately packaged paper bag of a certain brand of chocolate on the sink with an unclear expression. He let out a muffled gasp, picked it up by the handle, and threw it into the oversized dark trash can at the door of the bathroom without hesitation. .

Shao Jie probably felt it was a pity, so he mumbled unconsciously in his throat, and the sound landed softly on the soles of Liang Ji's feet who happened to turn off the faucet.He turned back expressionlessly, and half of his face was blurred and hidden in a mass of darkness - most likely because of the strange angle of the light above Liang Ji's head, which clearly cast several sharp shadows on this face. , the pressure forced Shao Jie to unconsciously take half a step back, then he cleared his throat and waved his arm awkwardly: "Director Liang? What are you doing...?"

However, the almost terrifying expression between Liang Ji's brows was fleeting, like a ghost in Shao Jie's eyes.

"...Shao Jie?"

He first let out a low breath, then slowly walked out from the sink, held up the edge of the frame, raised his hand to Shao Jie with his eyes bent in surprise: "Oh... I happened to be in Shenning on a business trip. When you're done working, tell Mu Yang to come and have a look. You're done, right? Then I'll go to the lounge first and meet your manager Xu... Well, see you later."

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After staying in the intensive care unit for several days and nights, He Na finally walked to the other side of the gate of hell without looking back.

When He Na's parents were devastated, they firmly refused to accept any accusations from the police that their daughter had stabbed someone before committing suicide and falling from the building. The police station and the criminal investigation team had grasped such a hot potato in the hands of the unsolved case. , and the stalemate lasted for more than a week with no way to advance.

In the end, it was Mu Hong, a victim whose injuries had improved to the point where he could barely hold on to the window sill and walk a few steps. He found Jiang Mo in a wheelchair, who was hospitalized and clocked in, and offered suggestions and was willing to provide a confession to help the police reconstruct the case. The situation at the scene - the only condition is that I want to ask the comrades at the police station for a favor and go to the terrace roof of the library of the University of Finance and Economics.

"I thought you might not want to come back here again."

Jiang Mo dragged his steps, which were not much stronger than Mu Hong's. He slowly waved to Xiao Letian who had finished sorting out the restoration of the scene and was about to take a step back. He supported the cleared fence stacks and turned his head to look at Mu Hong. There was no displeasure on his face: "After all, the knife he received was quite dangerous."

"Anyway, the school terminated the employment contract, and there was no chance to come here again. At that time, I really thought I was going to die, but I did think a lot while I was waiting to die."

Mu Hong was injured so badly that he lost weight rapidly within a week. The stubborn scholarly arrogance on his face was gone. His body was wrapped in layers of quilts and cotton-padded clothes that the accompanying nurse had given him. He gently raised his head and breathed into the air: "Officer Jiang, I'm a little curious. In your opinion, do you think the deaths of Yan Sisi and He Na were really caused by me?"

Jiang Mo was startled, pursed his lips and turned his head away. He didn't really want to discuss such a topic that would pierce his lungs with any sentence in front of such a person who easily doubted the meaning of his life.

Seeing her reaction, Mu Hong smiled knowingly, coughed twice as if he was losing air, and did not continue persistently.

"Officer Jiang, I probably haven't told you before that the last time Yan Sisi and I met was also on the terrace."

Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows, leaned sideways against the balcony wall, and looked at Mu Hong again: "What did you talk about?"

"It seems to be nothing." Mu Hong looked at the halo at the edge of the clouds and closed his eyes gently: "But I remember that it was also a good day."

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Yan Sisi was in a particularly good mood that day. She secretly took chalk and drew a hopscotch on the concrete floor of the terrace. The sandbags were replaced with a ball of waste paper. She blew the cool breeze from the roof, took the tissue from Mu Hong, and blew her nose out. He heard the sound of a pig and grinned brightly for a long time.

Talking therapy actually had little effect on Yan Sisi. Mu Hong held the questions and inspirational quotes he had prepared in advance, thinking about it over and over again but still couldn't say anything. He really didn't want to break Yan Sisi's rare and pure happiness, so he just held the folder and leaned aside to watch. , until Yan Sisi took the initiative to say: "Teacher, actually I know what you want to say to me."

Mu Hong blinked, not expecting that this little girl who had been ill for a long time would take the initiative to ask, "What did you say?" "Let me give up my relationship with Wang Yan or Hu Jiarui properly... or something like that?" " Yan Sisi rubbed her slightly sweaty forehead and wrinkled her nose: "But I'm still a little reluctant to let go."

"I developed this disease very early. I have not had many friends of the same age since I was a child, and I have caused a lot of trouble to many people. There are almost no friendships that can last more than a year." Yan Sisi paused and smiled reluctantly. Laughing: "So actually once someone takes the initiative to show kindness to me, I can't refuse it at all. It's not enough to return it ten times or a hundred times, so how can I just give up casually..."

Mu Hong frowned in sympathy: "But, they haven't been very good to you recently."

Yan Sisi shook her head.

"Teacher, on my first day at school, the first person who was willing to talk to me and hold hands was Hu Jiarui. At the welcome party, the first person who told me that my skirt was very beautiful was Wang Yan. Regardless of the truth Fake, I will never forget those words that made me happy before. Although I am also very curious and want to know why it is like this, and why they both want me to die quickly. "

Yan Sisi sighed softly, was stunned for a while, and suddenly turned around and asked: "Teacher, if I die, will anyone sincerely come to see me?"

There was a lump in Mu Hong's throat for a moment, and he avoided Yan Sisi's eyes that longed for relief. He looked around and said, "The doctor said the recent treatment was not bad."

"Hmm... But didn't someone say that people have feelings before they die?" Yan Sisi covered her chest with both hands and pressed it a few times, "I've always been a little... panicked recently."

"If you are afraid, it proves that it is not yet time."

"It's not that I'm afraid...it's just that I'm always worried that there will be any regrets. I promised my sister a while ago to prepare a coming-of-age gift for her -" Yan Sisi counted the unreasonable deadline on her fingers: "The one she likes I have already booked the VIP tickets for the idol group’s tour, and I will take her out to have fun during the holidays... I came from her age, and at this age, I know very well how strict the family is, tsk tsk. , I have to find a chance for her to relax."

Mu Hong didn't know whether he should pick up the topic of "death" and instill some awe in her. He just blinked silently for a while and said slowly: "Since there is something to do, then-"

"teacher."

Yan Sisi suddenly interrupted Mu Hong's words and smiled with interest as she looked downstairs at a young couple who had just celebrated their anniversary and came back holding bouquets of flowers.

"If I die, please give me a bouquet of flowers. Any style will do, but there must be white lilies. The more the better."

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After waiting for a long time and seeing no one, the expatriate nurse finally couldn't bear it and knocked on the glass door of the terrace. She glanced awkwardly at Jiang Mo, who was leaning on the side blowing the north wind. She supported Mu Hong's wheelchair, which seemed to be sleeping with her eyes closed, and dragged it back with all her strength. , and was startled by the sound of his sudden opening.

"Officer Jiang, the Yan family may not want me to have anything to do with their family anymore. I don't know where Yan Sisi's grave is... If it's convenient, could you please send me a bouquet of flowers."

Jiang Mo sniffed and frowned in confusion.

"Send flowers? What flowers?"

"Lily is fine." Mu Hong lowered his head and rubbed the red eyes, "I promised and I owe her."

"Repay the debt you owe yourself. I have no obligation to help you achieve your wishes."

Jiang Mo snorted angrily, buttoned up his coat and hat, and opened the glass door of the terrace first.

"But you can call me when your injury is healed. When the time comes, I will drive you directly to the cemetery."

(End of this chapter)