Live From The Murder Scene

The firmament followed Fan Huai and watched him leave until his figure disappeared in the vast sea of ​​people.

She stopped on the street, looking at the endless traffic lanes and the crowded shopping malls, feeling countless people walking by, but she was as lonely as the misty mist in the morning.

She put her hand in her pocket and paced along the sidewalk on the side of the road. After walking for a while, she noticed that the phone in her pocket was vibrating.

The firmament suddenly felt aroused, and he felt bad. He took out his mobile phone and saw that there was a dazzling series of missed calls on the home screen, all from He Jueyun.

He Jueyun eagerly gave her a dozen calls, but when she saw that she didn't answer, several short messages were interspersed.

At first, she asked her whereabouts calmly.

"Where have you been? Why are you going out?"

"What's the matter with you? Why don't you answer the phone?"

"Call back when you are free."

"What did you do when you pressed the check under the mouse? I didn't take a peek at the surveillance, I just thought you were gone. What do you mean by saluting me?"

Become more irritable in the back.

"Why didn't you answer my call? You didn't even reply to text messages! Why are you angry at me? I didn't provoke you!"

"I didn't care about you when you provoke me last time. How come you didn't even greet you and ran away?"

"When you say it's okay, don't run away from home. You won't follow such a naive and uncool routine, will you?"

"If you don't call me back, I will call the police! I used the authority to open the location. How can you play lost connection when you are such an adult?"

"The firmament! I will be angry too if you are like this!"

After a storm of venting, there was a gap in the SMS sending time. Just now, He Jueyun sent a calm sentence.

"Call back when you are free."

Behind the calm is obviously a detached mind, vividly depicting He Jueyun's consciousness of giving up struggling and surrendering.

The firmament remained silent for a long time, carefully reading the content of the text message several times. The melancholy accumulated by Fan Huai was finally beaten to pieces by He Jueyun, and even the residue was transported into the incineration plant along the assembly line.

It's... a text from the emoji package.

Tiancang didn't know how much He Jueyun misunderstood her ability to survive, but she just went out, anxiously like a minor child had lost her. But being cared about is always not a thing that will feel annoying, even the sky is a bit funny because of He Jueyun's madness.

Holding the phone, she stepped back inside, and squatted to the end of the steps in front of a shop so as not to block the way of others.

The firmament still understands that, at this time, she can't tell He Jueyun straightforwardly, "I didn't hear", then He will probably put her on the blacklist completely, plus the old accounts that have not been cleared last time. In a short time, she has to face a yin and yang weird brother Q.

The firmament considered it for a moment and carefully edited the text message.

Firmament: I have come to see Team He.

He Jueyun's text message was sent right away, showing that he has been staring at the phone.

He Jueyun: Go to see what team again? What is your relationship with Team He? Didn’t you just know each other?

There was a burst of self-doubt in the firmament.

Team Ho... Can't Team Ho?

He Jueyun: Why don't you answer the phone?

Firmament: Team He doesn't allow me to answer the phone, so keep quiet.

He Jueyun: Why is this? Then why don't you reply to text messages?

Skyspace: Team He didn't allow me to ring the bell. I was on the street just now. The surroundings were too noisy and I didn't hear any vibration.

Firmament: [Sad] Sorry.

This explanation is very lame, but it may be that the last emoji bluffed He Jueyun very well. Comrade Xiaohe tangled up for less than a second before turning this page gently.

Xiaohe is really a kind person.

He Jueyun: I thought you didn't know if you ran away? Can you give me a report next time I have something to go out?

The firmament's attitude of admitting mistakes has always been rapid and soulless.

Firmament: I was wrong.

He Jueyun was very angry. He angrily typed two words--

Forget it.

Firmament: I didn't take anything with me when I left. I waved at the monitor before I left. I thought you understood.

He Jueyun: What do I know! Don't you know what it means to wave your hand? And you are not waving at all, you are saluting! Isn't the salute a goodbye? Who usually salutes when going out? Also left the money. How do you let me understand? Front or side?

The probability of the two of them aligning with their brain circuits is inherently low, and the fact that they have a good heart often fails in them. He Jueyun didn't think this problem was serious. After all, wasn't the invention of language just to promote communication? Understand that it was created under the conditions of long-term life, and the sky didn't give him a chance.

If the firmament often gave him novel reading comprehension questions similar to those at the test site, his young and fragile heart really couldn't bear the insults again and again.

...But this matter can't be entirely blamed on the firmament. He Jueyun realized it. Team He has a big deal.

The firmament was thinking how to reassure him, when the irritable message in front of him suddenly disappeared.

[He Jueyun withdrew a message]

He Jueyun: Will you come back for dinner tonight?

The firmament was a little ashamed by He Jueyun's sudden tolerance. However, that kind of feeling only stayed for a while and failed to help the firmament tell the truth.

Firmament: Coming back.

He Jueyun: Well, come back early. I go to work first.

Then there was no movement on the other side.

The furious He Jueyun shun Mao so easily.

Qiu Cang looked at the stagnant mobile phone interface, and out of caution, he also sent a message to He Chuanzhou and let her know. He said that if He Jueyun came to ask, and helped her down, it proved that he went to her today.

He Chuanzhou only saw this message after he left the prison. Ten minutes had passed by this time.

He Chuanzhou was sitting in the car, thinking that the young people nowadays are really amazing. They started looking for cover when they were still in a relationship, and were not honest at all.

However, if it is the firmament, there are probably legitimate reasons that she can't explain.

He Chuanzhou flipped through the chat records.

He Jueyun did not come to her to inquire, so she took the initiative to send a message to He Jueyun.

He Chuanzhou: The firmament is with me.

He Jueyun was a bit at a loss when he received this late report message.

He Jueyun: Are you finished? Then you let her answer the phone.

He Chuanzhou replied unchanged: We are going to visit the prison, let's talk about it. She will go back in the evening, don't rush.

After He Chuanzhou dealt with He Jueyun's side, he made a call to Qiu Cang directly.

The other side picked it up quickly, and He Chuanzhou asked casually: "Where is the person?"

The sky over there was very quiet. She said, "I am going to the hospital."

"You haven't been well?" He Chuanzhou said in surprise, "What kind of cover would you let me cover for you during the follow-up visit? Are you okay?"

Qiu Cang explained: "I want to visit Li Lingsong's ex-wife."

He Chuanzhou said at ease: "Oh, I'm about to go there too. Then see you in the hospital."

Firmament: "Good."

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Li Lingsong's ex-wife hasn't been seen many times in the sky. She only remembers that the two have been divorced for a long time, and the relationship is relatively weak. He has a son named Li Zhanyuan, who is two years older than his father.

In fact, she has seen Li Lingsong only a handful of times. Li Lingsong studies social psychology and is also a very sensitive person. He can perceive the resistance of the firmament to himself. When Fang Qi never showed up, most of what he provided to the firmament was financial and learning resource help. Later, when Fang Qi got acquainted with the firmament, he had an additional channel to communicate with the firmament.

It is a pity that Fang Qi failed to ease their relationship. Every time they talked, there was still a clear estrangement.

Qiu Cang stood at the entrance of the hospital, picked a beautiful fruit basket from the store, bought another bunch of flowers, held it in his hand, and went up to visit.

The ward information was inquired from Fang Qi. Even Fang Qi didn't know that his wife's birthday was approaching, so he went to Li Zhanyuan for inquiries, and then told the firmament the exact information.

When the firmament arrived, apart from Li Lingsong's ex-wife, Ms. Xue, there was also a middle-aged nurse in the ward.

She scanned the room without a trace.

The ward is very warmly decorated, with bouquets and tables crowded in every corner, even a bit crowded. Even the quilts and bed sheets were replaced with bright colors, not as cold as other wards. Explain that the family took good care of her.

The firmament hastily glanced, quickly retracted his gaze, and fell on Ms. Xue.

Ms. Xue looked sober, but her body was very weak. Abnormally small and skinny. The bones at the joints bulge outward, more like a layer of skin hung on the skeleton.

Various precision instruments were placed near the bed to monitor her physical signs. Existing medicine can't actually provide her with much help, and can only make her a little better.

Ms. Xue stared at her face and didn't recognize anyone for a while. After Tiancang reported herself to her home, she thought for a while before she confronted her.

"It turned out to be you. I didn't expect you to come to see me." Ms. Xue was surprised, her voice hoarse, and nodded at her, "It makes you worried."

The firmament sat down beside her, because the bedside table was full of things, she put the fruit basket and bouquet on the ground.

"Nothing. I don't contact Uncle Li very often, so I only recently learned that you are sick."

"Don't say it's you, I don't often contact Ling Song." Ms. Xue smiled and moved the muscles on her face to make the wrinkles more obvious. "He only studied his academics, and nothing else. Care...but we are divorced a long time ago, so we don't have to move around so often."

Ms. Xue stretched out her hand and stroked her withered hair, trying to make her image not look so embarrassed. However, her condition was already very serious, and she was about to reach the end of her life, and most of her grace was destroyed by her illness.

The firmament stepped forward to help her cushion her pillow, and helped her tidy up her scattered white hair.

"Thank you. It took time to see me, so troublesome." Ms. Xue said softly, "Actually, I am fine, there is no need to celebrate my birthday, and I can't eat cake."

Qiu Cang said something polite to her, took down the fruit basket and took out a banana from it.

Ms. Xue shook her head: "I can't eat."

After lingering on the bed for too long, she rarely walked around. There was a young man who could chat. Ms. Xue was obviously very happy and even her complexion improved. She stretched her eyebrows, looked at the sky kindly, and asked, "How old are you?"

The firmament replied: "It's almost 27."

"It's too old. When I met your father, he was a half-size boy. In a blink of an eye, even you are so old." Xue Nu sighed twice and asked again, "Do you have a boyfriend? ?"

Qiu Cang shook his head, dragged the chair to the head of the bed, and asked curiously: "How did you meet Uncle Li in the first place?"

"I don't know much. Classmates, naturally we are together." Ms. Xue's eyes were bent, and although her pupils were muddy, she was radiant and joked, "Disappointed? There is no story you young people yearn for."

"Some time ago, I turned to a book of poems that contained poems he wrote to you." Qiu Cang said with envy, "Uncle Li is not only talented, but also romantic, right?"

Ms. Xue seemed to have heard a very naive sentence, half helpless and half funny: "Romantic? Is he? No, no, he is not romantic at all. The most romantic thing about him is that he wrote me a poem. One has been seen by you. He used that poem for many years, and he still used it when he published a collection of poems. I couldn’t bear it. If he hadn’t been handsome when he was young, I wouldn’t have liked him.”

The sky was surprised, Ms. Xue looked at her expression and laughed.

"Others are like this. They are not the objects of his observation. He doesn't want to talk too much. It's very dull." Ms. Xue lowered her voice and told the sky mysteriously, "Although he studies social psychology, he can speak well for others' love. But I don’t know how to practice it. Maybe it’s because he knows more, and he becomes cold. Maybe in his eyes, human impulses are just different hormones."

The firmament joked: "From a scientific point of view, this is also true."

Ms. Xue: "Emotion is the most unscientific thing. You young people."

It sounds like Ms. Xue has no feelings for Li Lingsong anymore. In other words, even if Li Lingsong has no nostalgia, Ms. Xue still maintains a similar relationship with her husband.

Then why do they divorce?

The firmament asked this question.

Ms. Xue stiffened for a moment when she heard it, and then said uncomfortably: "It's just inappropriate. My personality is wrong and I can't continue living."

She didn't know that the wrinkles on her face exposed her every emotion. Because the cheeks are too thin, every expression change is very obvious.

The firmament nodded calmly, lowered his upper body, approached her, and said with a smile: "I don't understand what is appropriate, but Uncle Li is my boyfriend's standard. Good temper, polite, talented, prestigious, and friendly to women. Also gentleman. If I am looking for a boyfriend, I also want to find this type of person."

Ms. Xue shook her head and said: "When you find someone, you can’t just look at your good temper. Sometimes you feel good, but you just don’t like getting angry. Marriage is different from what you think. If you think too well, you can’t live it. Go on. Of course, everyone wants different things, find what you think is good."

She reached out and touched the head of the sky, and quickly took it away. Hands with age spots fell on the soft blanket, shaking constantly.

The firmament grabbed her hand, wrapped her cold fingertips with the palm of her hand, and asked, "Is Uncle Li not usually angry?"

Ms. Xue asked back: "Have you seen him angry?"

The firmament racked his brains and recalled it again, and as if he had discovered something new, he said: "It doesn't seem to be true, but I am a junior."

"He can get angry sometimes, depending on whether he cares." Ms. Xue evasively wanted to bring this topic over as soon as possible, "Where do you work now?"

Qiu Cang told her half truthfully. After all, Ms. Xue is getting older, her mind is not turning quickly, and she has no vigilance towards the firmament. Basically, she answers all questions and only evades some sensitive questions.

The firmament didn't want her to be suspicious, and when asked what she felt embarrassing, he stopped going deep.

The two chatted harmoniously for about half an hour, and Qiu Cang took out his mobile phone to check, regretfully saying: "It's getting late, I have to go back. I will see you next time."

Ms. Xue opened her mouth regretfully, tried to sit up, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and said, "Stay for a while, rest today, A Yuan should come over."

When she mentioned her son, she remembered that her generation was chaotic, and she kept laughing: "My son should be your Uncle Li. Ling Song is already your grandfather."

Qiu Cang said indifferently: "It doesn't matter. I usually call him professor when I see Uncle Li, he will not find out."

Ms. Xue couldn't stop laughing as if she had found something to laugh about. It might also be because she was in a good mood. Old people are always happy for some inexplicable things.

The firmament tucked her quilt, said a few words softly to her, and turned to go out.

When she reached the door, her path was blocked by a dark shadow.

It happened that Li Zhanyuan was back.

The man almost ran into her, took a step back subconsciously, and pulled away. He was stunned when he saw her, and then kindly said, "Is it... the firmament? Why are you here?"

He wears a pair of gold wire-framed glasses, inherited Li Lingsong's handsome appearance, and he is full of books. But instead of taking the academic path like Li Lingsong, he went to start a business.

His character and circumstances are not very clear in the sky. Before Qi Kexu died, Qiu Cang had seen him several times, but because he was too young, he was not impressed. He did not appear again afterwards.

This is the first time the firmament has paid close attention to his existence.

Li Zhanyuan pushed his frame, and then wanted to take the shoulders of the sky. Qiu Cang turned to the man who was half a head taller than himself, leaned down and avoided without a trace, and pointed to Ms. Xue inside: "I heard that auntie was sick and happened to be passing by, so come and take a look.

Inside, Ms. Xue heard the movement and shouted, "A Yuan."

The firmament made a pleased gesture: "I have something to do, don't bother."

Li Zhanyuan retracted his hand: "Okay."

After leaving the ward, Qiong Cang went to the toilet along the way.

She stretched her hand under the sensor, splashed her face with cold water, and sorted out the information she had just received in her mind.

The gentle liquid slapped her face, taking away the temperature of the skin's surface. The heart beats more violently because she held her breath, and the brain started to spin faster because of the powerful flow of blood.

After a while, the sound of water stopped. The firmament raised his head, opened his bloodshot eyes, and took a big breath. At the same time, Yu Guang glimpsed a black figure behind him from the mirror.

The firmament's back stiffened suddenly, and all the hairs on his body stood up. After a closer look, he discovered that the person here was He Chuanzhou.

She put her hands on the sink, closed her eyes, and exhaled heavily.

He Chuanzhou leaned against the wall, crying and laughing: "Public toilet, shouldn't I scare you when I show up?"

The firmament wiped her face vigorously and wiped away the water stains, but the broken hair was still wet on her forehead.

He Chuanzhou took out a tissue from his bag and handed it to her: "Seeing you guys are having a good chat, I didn't bother to go in. After all, my identity is embarrassing and it is easy to misunderstand.

The firmament took it and hastily wiped off the water stains on his face.

Because of the water in her eyes, the circle around her was slightly red, but it made her pale face and a little more blood, and it also made her fade some unhumanly cold temperament.

The firmament threw the tissue into the trash can, licked his lips, and said, "I'm thinking, why is Li Lingsong so passionate about social psychology? Why is he so interested in relationships between individuals? Why does he like to observe different types of people?"

"...Every time I see him, I can't guess what he is thinking, and he always tries to inquire into my mood, as if he is always at work, so I don't like him very much."

He Chuanzhou looked into her eyes through the mirror: "Then what?"

The firmament voice said faintly: "Is it because that is a blank area he can't set foot in? Like Ding Xihua, he is inherently different from the masses. So he is very calm, as if he can always stay out of the matter."

He Chuanzhou frowned slightly.

The firmament fixedly looked at herself in the mirror, and gradually felt strange. He Chuanzhou behind her also stared at her for an instant, causing her to have some creepy illusions in a trance. It seems that I have always been like this. I was observing through a one-way mirror and didn't notice anything.

"If that's the case, he wouldn't do things like writing a love letter to Han Xiao and cheating on her outside marriage. What he has to do is to observe, learn, not induce. He doesn't have such a strong empathy to control this. Everything, he is not good at performance."

"Will Han Xiao really fall in love with a man who is 30 years older than him?"

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