Although the clarification was posted on Weibo, the number of reads was pitifully small, which cannot be compared with the overwhelming number of marketing accounts on the Internet.
Moreover, He Xiaohui searched again and found that several accounts on the Internet claimed that the letter was written by herself in order to gain attention. In comparison, the clarification Weibo she posted seemed ridiculous.
She doesn’t have many followers on her account, and the content she posts is all reposted for lottery purposes, so no one will believe her.
He Xiaohui felt extremely frustrated.
She posted another Weibo post on the Internet: "It's so disgusting, God doesn't have the foresight to let such a person live."
I felt angry and resentful, but there was nothing I could do.
At some point, the car slowed down and slowly stopped on the side of the road.
"We're here." Wu Cheng looked at the gate of the community in front and asked, "Is this here?"
He Xiaohui came to her senses and realized that she had arrived.
"Yes, this is it. There is no parking space in the old community, and the road inside is narrow and messy. Don't drive in. I can just get off here." She put on her bag and got out of the car.
Wu Cheng stopped her hesitantly: "Xiaohui..."
"Huh?" He Xiaohui paused in front of the car door and looked back at him.
"You just said you would make me a late-night snack..." Wu Cheng looked into her eyes, "Aren't you going to invite me to your home?"
He Xiaohui was stunned for a moment, and then she was embarrassed, "Let's give it another day... I'm a little tired, and I have to get up early to go to work tomorrow, so let's just consider what I owe you for this meal, okay?"
Wu Cheng looked at her and said nothing.
He Xiaohui pursed her lips, frowned and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really tired today, and... I just found out that Tong Yuan used my letter to arrange me at will, so I'm not in the mood to make a midnight snack."
Wu Chengmu replied: "Then... go back and have a good rest."
He Xiaohui breathed a sigh of relief as if she had been granted amnesty. She was really worried that Wu Cheng would pester her just now.
"You should go back and rest early!" She smiled and waved goodbye, "Good night~"
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked into the community, walking briskly.
Wu Cheng watched her go away silently, and only looked away when she was out of sight.
At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a glove on the back seat, which should have been left by He Xiaohui.
Wu Cheng took out his mobile phone and sent a message to He Xiaohui, editing the text: Your gloves were left in the car.
When he was about to send it, he didn't know what he thought of. He deleted the sentence just now and re-edited the text: Xiaohui, are you home?
Then he picked up the glove, got out of the car and walked into the community.
He Xiaohui's figure had long since disappeared into the dark night, but fortunately there was still the sound of her high heels colliding with the ground as a reminder. Wu Cheng gradually followed her and saw her take out her mobile phone and open WeChat.
But she seemed to have no intention of replying to the message. She only glanced at it and put the phone back in her bag.
Wu Cheng was not surprised at all.
He followed He Xiaohui all the way to the door of the unit and then went upstairs.
The space on the stairs was cramped and it was difficult to hide her figure. He Xiaohui quickly noticed that there was someone behind her. She just turned her head and looked back when Wu Cheng raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder. This unexpected physical contact made He Xiaohui scream in horror!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!--"
"It's me..." Wu Cheng looked embarrassed.
"Wu Cheng?!" He Xiaohui was shocked and frightened, and at the same time she was filled with resentment. She covered her heart and muttered, "You almost scared me to death!"
Wu Cheng raised the glove and explained: "Your glove was left in my car. I sent you a message, but you didn't reply to me."
He Xiaohui's eyes fell on the glove, and she was still frightened. She took it from his hand and complained: "Don't do this next time. It's too scary to follow behind without saying a word!"
"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Wu Chengmu apologized blankly, looking at the top of the stairs, "Which floor do you... live on?"
"Just upstairs," He Xiaohui no longer had much patience to deal with him, so she took her gloves and hurried up, "Go back quickly! It's already very late!"
Wu Cheng walked back a few steps and watched her quickly disappear upstairs. The sound of her footsteps was like a knife chopping on a chopping board, thump thump, thump thump, thump thump, in an old residential building.
It echoed inside, extremely harsh.
Wu Cheng turned around and left, returning to the car.
After sitting in the car for a while, I seemed to still be able to hear the sound of footsteps like knives chopping, one knife after another, chopping on his face, and there was a weird tearing pain...
Wu Cheng looked at the time, it was time to go back to the hospital to pick up Tong Yuan.
He was driving on a deserted road late at night, and the colorful billboard lights passed over his pupils, like leaping arcs of light, making him feel as if he was driving into a strange and bizarre world, a world so simple that he only needed to breathe without thinking about it.
Other new worlds.
…
Half an hour later, Wu Cheng returned to the hospital.
He parked the car on the ground floor, then walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, took out his raincoat and put it on.
While I was putting on my raincoat, Tong Yuan called me.
Wu Cheng answered the phone and said, "The car is on the second floor below."
Then he didn't care what Tong Yuan said, hung up the phone and set his phone to silent.
Tong Yuan on the other end was stunned. He couldn't help but frown and murmured: "What are you doing? He behaves like a mental retardant every day. If he hadn't seen that he was too talkative, he should have changed his driver long ago."
He thought there might be someone on the first floor, so Wu Chengcai parked the car on the second floor, which was not yet completed.
Tong Yuan walked to the elevator and pressed the "-2" button.
The elevator soon arrived at -2. As soon as the elevator door opened, the brightness inside made it darker outside, making it almost impossible to see.
Tong Yuan frowned and walked out of the elevator. As he walked, he took out his mobile phone for lighting.
The light from the mobile phone caught a figure. He looked up and saw Wu Cheng's expressionless face.
When I suddenly saw such a face in a dark and cold environment, my heart suddenly skipped a beat and I felt horrified.
Tong Yuan felt the need to give him a nod and said displeasedly: "Can you be more reliable in your work? Didn't you turn on the flashlight in advance when you knew I was going to come down? What if I fall and knock myself?... Why are you wearing a raincoat?
?it's raining outside?"
Wu Cheng didn't say anything. He walked closer in a few steps and thrust the dagger in his hand into Tong Yuan's belly.
Tong Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly and his body froze in place.
Wu Cheng silently drew his sword, then repeated the action just now, and kept repeating it.
Until Tong Yuan completely collapsed and lost his breath, Wu Cheng stabbed him for the last time. This time he did not draw the knife, but walked to the side of Tong Yuan's head, lifted up Tong Yuan's arms, and dragged him to the elevator shaft.
.
The elevator shaft here has not yet been completed, and there is a deep cement pit at the bottom. Wu Cheng pulled the knife out of Tong Yuan's body, and then pushed the body into the elevator shaft.
After doing this, he calmly took off his raincoat, returned from the stairs to the first floor, crumpled the plastic raincoat into a ball, and threw it into the medical trash can.
Wu Cheng returned to the car.
The underground parking lot late at night was empty and silent.
Wu Cheng felt peaceful at this moment.
He turned on his mobile phone and looked at the message he sent to He Xiaohui: Xiaohui, are you home?
She still didn't reply.
But now, he doesn't care anymore.
Let’s get some book reviews here to make things exciting! Otherwise, I’d be so upset writing this in the middle of the night.
