Ai Liang took out green peppers, tomatoes, potatoes, eggs and other ingredients from the refrigerator and put them in the basket.
Yang Xingyue hummed and stood aside to wash the vegetables. The snickers coming from the door from time to time kept her face flushed.
'It's like being a newlywed couple.'
This idea grew and spread wildly in Yang Xingyue's heart like a weed.
"Xingyue."
'Hey hey hey, couple.'
Yang Xingyue let out a silly giggle.
"Xingyue."
"What's wrong? Old Ai Liang!"
Yang Xingyue, who almost blurted out the fantasy in her head, yelled to try to cover up what she just said.
"The water is almost full."
Ai Liang pointed to the steel basin in the pool with indifferent eyes.
"Ah?. Yeah!"
Yang Xingyue hurriedly lifted the steel basin and splashed water everywhere.
"I'm sorry! Then, I'll go chop the vegetables!"
Yang Xingyue quickly fished out a green pepper from the water and put it directly on the chopping board. She picked up the knife and spread the green pepper everywhere.
".You go out, I will do it myself."
Putting someone in the kitchen who has never cooked before is a bad decision. She will do nothing but create chaos.
Yang Xingyue felt her face burning as she was dragged out.
Looking at the kitchen door being slammed shut, Yang Xingyue felt a strong sense of frustration in her heart.
"Well, good material."
Yue Qihua sighed while watching the video on her mobile phone, with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Huahua, delete it for me quickly!"
Yang Xingyue rushed towards Yue Qihua, but she dodged away.
"That's not okay. I want to keep it as a souvenir."
Yue Qihua showed a sweet smile, and then backed up the video to a folder called "The Growth History of Xingyue".
This folder records all the embarrassing things that happened to Yang Xingyue from childhood to adulthood.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yang Xingyue, who knew she was outmatched by force, crouched down and covered her face with her hands.
Yue Qihua smiled evilly and secretly recorded this scene.
Ignoring the yellow-haired girls struggling with each other outside, Ai Liang blocked out external sounds in the kitchen and washed rice and cooked vegetables in peace.
Half an hour later, the two tired people lay on the sofa and watched short videos.
"dinner time."
Ai Liang, wearing an apron, opened the sliding door of the kitchen and walked out, with the same indifferent expression on his face.
Yang Xingyue took the lead and glanced at the table and then shrugged: "It smells so good."
"Just a few home-cooked dishes."
Ai Liang washed her hands and wiped the water drops with the hanging towel.
Shredded pork with green pepper, shredded sour potatoes, stir-fried lettuce, plus a bowl of tomato and egg soup, the standard three dishes and one soup.
"Oh~ Do you mind if I take a photo?"
Yue Qihua ran to the dining table with her mobile phone and asked.
"casual."
Ai Liang picked up a pair of bowls and chopsticks and went to the kitchen to serve rice.
"Then you're welcome. I need to record the first meal I cooked for Xingyue."
Yue Qihua just takes a lot of photos at the dining table. Unlike others who carefully play with the angles, she likes to take a bunch of photos at once and then choose the best ones.
"Don't make it sound like it's specially made for me to eat alone! Don't you want to eat it?"
Yang Xingyue, who had just returned from washing her hands, heard this and immediately pulled Yue Qihua to the bathroom. She didn't know why Yue Qihua always liked to tease her today.
After dinner, Yang Xingyue and Yue Qihua took the initiative to clear away the dishes.
After eating someone else's meal, you can't take it for granted that you don't do anything just because you are full. What's more, it is unreasonable to ask the guest to wash the dishes when the guest is cooking.
"I'm going back first." Ai Liang put on her shoes and shouted towards the kitchen with her notes and novel between her legs.
"Ah, it's getting late. Why don't we just stay here? Uh-huh."
Yue Qihua could only make a sound in the middle of her words. Without even thinking, she knew that Yang Xingyue must have covered her mouth.
After a slight commotion, Yang Xingyue ran out wearing slippers and bowed slightly to Ai Liang: "Be careful on the road."
"Um."
Ai Liang reached out and held the door handle to close the security door from the outside.
"Can't you take off your gloves and cover them? My face is covered with oil stains." Yue Qihua complained as she picked up the facial cleanser.
"Really, why do you act like a child every time there are only three of us together!" Yang Xingyue said with a dissatisfied tone.
"Eh? Is there any?"
Yue Qihua, who was washing her face, suddenly stopped what she was doing.
"Of course there is. We used to do it when the three of us went to the bookstore together, and also on the way home from school."
Yang Xingyue continued from the side: "It feels like we have become two different people. We are always making fun of Ai Liang and I. We are completely two people as usual."
Yue Qihua raised her head, and a face full of foam was reflected in the mirror. She couldn't see her expression clearly, but her eyes were a little dull.
"Flower?"
After talking for a long time without hearing Yue Qihua's answer, Yang Xingyue came over and waved her palm in front of her, "You're not angry, are you?"
"Ah? Ah, I was thinking about a formula just now. What are you talking about?"
Yue Qihua, who was distracted, finally came to her senses and turned to look at Yang Xingyue.
Seeing that Yue Qihua's mood did not change much, Yang Xingyue said with a complaining tone: "I'm talking about why you always like to make fun of me and Ai Liang."
"Well, look, since we met Ai Liang, he has always had a cold expression. Aren't you curious about his other expressions?"
Yue Qihua washed away the foam on her face and said with a smile.
"Then don't always make fun of me. I'm too shy, so why don't you use yourself?"
After speaking, Yang Xingyue's voice gradually became quieter.
"I don't care, I'm just worried that someone will be jealous and the jar will overturn and there will be a sour smell everywhere."
Yue Qihua wiped off the water with a wet towel and looked in the mirror to see if there was any foam residue on her face.
"You obviously introduced Ai Liang to us, how could I be jealous of you? At first I thought you had a boyfriend. It hurts so much! What are you doing!"
Yang Xingyue pressed her hands on top of her head and squatted down. The pain caused her to burst into tears.
That's the person you like.
Yue Qihua murmured in a low voice, unable to hear what she was saying at all.
Yang Xingyue squatted on the ground and protested: "Don't hit me on the head. I suspect that you have been fond of hitting my head since I was a child, which is why I have become stupid."
Yue Qihua sighed softly, touched the top of Yang Xingyue's head and said comfortingly: "Okay, hurry up and wash the dishes."
It was completely dark when Ai Liang left the apartment.
It was just after dinner time, and there were many people walking around, walking their dogs, and taking care of their children.
Ai Liang didn't want to wait for the bus and called Didi directly, and she got home soon.
The sound of the door opening echoed in the living room.
Even in the middle of summer, the room is terrifyingly cold.
Ai Liang turned on the big light in the living room, and the warm yellow light slightly dispelled the loneliness caused by the quiet environment.
One moment his classmates' house was lively, and the next moment he was back in a silent and haunted house. Every time he returned home, Ai Liang would have a strong sense of fragmentation of reality, as if he was not returning home but an isolated island.
It was no different from before. Ai Liang returned to the room and put down his notes and novels, turned on the air conditioner, took off his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Halfway through, a sudden evil thought came to my mind.
Various scenes emerged uncontrollably in Ai Liang's mind.
‘Please, let me go’
The man who was put into the waste oil drum begged the man in the suit.
'Boss, I just got this.'
Looking at the unconscious person on the bed, the younger brother showed a flattering smile.
'Little bastard, I will beat you to death today!'
The vendor swung his stick at the thief.
'Dad, I want fried chicken.'
The father held his son's hand and walked into the fast food restaurant with a smile on his face, but deep down he was very impatient.
‘Hello? Urban management? Someone is illegally setting up a stall here.’
The restaurant owner looked at the bustling food truck not far away and sneered.
'Are you stupid? I told you to bring more money! Bring more money!'
A group of people in school uniforms punched and kicked classmates on the ground.
'Mom! Mom woohoo!'
The ten-year-old child looked at his mother who was being sent to the ambulance and shouted desperately.
As the scenes flashed by quickly, Ai Liang's eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth, and shed two lines of tears.
The scene lasted for about two or three minutes and soon disappeared from my mind.
After a long while, Ai Liang got up from the ground and regained his cold appearance.
“It’s time to clean up the trash again”
Ai Liang held the sink with both hands and looked at himself in the mirror. He originally wanted to smile, but he couldn't smile under the influence of his heavy heart.
"I haven't entered this body for almost five years. I shouldn't have meddle in my own business in the first place."
When he spoke, Ai Liang's face remained expressionless and terrifyingly calm. He could only laugh at himself silently in his heart.
As long as he continues to read people's minds, he will inevitably see the malice deep in people's hearts, and the body will record these malices and feed them back to the spiritual level.
I would like to ask, if a person lives in an environment full of maliciousness every day, which one is more likely to emerge from the mud without being stained or to become a part of the mud?
Ai Liang's mind is only that of a teenager in two lifetimes, and he faces tons of malice every day.
If Ai Liang hadn't used his power to clean up these things every few years, he would have gone crazy.
After taking a shower in the bathroom, Ai Liang returned to the room and locked the door. He went to the bed and lay down unable to fall asleep for a long time. Finally, he forced himself to fall asleep through hypnosis.
At around 10 o'clock in the evening, at a park near a certain community, several police cars parked at the side, surrounded the entrance of the park, and set up a cordon.
Criminal police team captains Shi Feng and Gao Bin stood in front of a bench and observed the body.
This corpse was very familiar to them. It was Wang Qiang. He had been visiting the criminal police team frequently in the past two days.
There was a hideous wound on Wang Qiang's neck, the dark brown blood had solidified, and he was holding a small wooden box in his hand.
It was already late at night, and Gao Bin was holding a flashlight to provide illumination for Shi Feng.
There was also a group of detectives wearing white gloves and headlamps on their heads, carefully observing the entire park, looking for any clues left by the murderer.
Shi Feng put on white gloves to examine the body. Wang Qiang could not open his mouth, bend his neck, or move his limbs.
Rigor mortis has already begun, and since there are no corpse spots and no corpse smell, the time of death is probably between one hour and two hours.
Gently lift Wang Qiang's head, which is a bit strenuous.
Shi Feng observed the wound on his neck. The blood had solidified. As the strength of his hand continued to increase, the hideous wound gradually appeared.
Gao Bin's face looked very unhappy and he frowned: "The arteries and veins have been cut. Logically speaking, blood should spatter. There is no blood on the bench or the ground. Isn't this the scene of the crime?"
Shi Feng shook his head and said: "No, this is the crime scene. The blood scab on the corpse has no signs of cracking. The shape of the blood stain on the bench also matches the sitting posture of the corpse, indicating that the deceased has not been moved."
Gao Bin hesitated for a while, then said: "If the artery is cut, the blood will splash everywhere."
Shi Feng pointed at the deceased's neck: "This wound was caused after death. This is the real cause of death."
Gao Bin looked in the direction Shi Feng pointed, and there was a strangulation mark there.
"The murderer strangled the person first and then cut the blood vessels. After the heart stopped beating, there would be no splash. Of course, the possibility of death by drugs cannot be ruled out."
Shi Feng explained to Gao Bin very patiently.
"I'm afraid the purpose of doing this is to deliberately attract attention. It is just a simple strangulation. People passing by will only think that the deceased is asleep and will not come up to interfere with his own business. It is different to sit motionless on a bench covered in blood.
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"Then what was the murderer's purpose for doing this?"
Gao Bin was very puzzled. Others tried their best to hide the body after killing someone, but this person deliberately placed it in the park. He was also worried that others would not care and deliberately cut the blood vessels. What was the purpose?
Shi Feng glared at Gao Bin: "Do you think I'm a god? You can tell everything with just one look?"
Gao Bin was a little embarrassed, so he had to express his speculation to ease the embarrassment: "Could it be the murderer who was provoking the police? After all, it was only in recent years that the public security in Nevada stabilized. People like this used to be..."
Shi Feng ignored him. This kind of speculation was meaningless to discuss without sufficient evidence.
He carefully opened Wang Qiang's hand, picked up the wooden box, and gently opened the lid.
There was only a folded supermarket flyer inside.
Shi Feng put these two items into the evidence bag. There may be traces of the murderer's fingerprints on them.
Gao Bin looked at the wooden box inside through the evidence bag: "Pandora? What does it mean to put supermarket flyers in the magic box?"
The words on the wooden box caught his attention, but there were still too few clues so far, so he could only suppress this doubt in his heart for the time being.
"Team Shi, we found the deceased's car."
Wang Xun, who led other criminal police officers to search the park, walked up to Shi Feng and said: "According to the car navigation record, the deceased was in a bar two hours ago."
Gao Bin said: "That means someone invited the deceased here and then killed him?"
"Have you notified the technical department to request monitoring?" Shi Feng looked at Wang Xun and asked.
The time of death was similar to what he had guessed. There were many surveillance cameras near the park, and Shi Feng hoped to capture the murderer.
"The investigation is ongoing. The murderer is very cautious and no suspicious clues have been found near the park."
After hearing Wang Xun's answer, Shi Feng felt that this case was a little unusual.
The scene was cleaned very clean and no clues could be found. The only clues were the wooden box held by the deceased and the supermarket flyer inside.
What does the murderer want to express by leaving these two things behind after killing someone?
Random killing or purposeful vendetta?
Thinking of the relationship between Wang Qiang and Wang Zi, and the fact that Wang Qiang was also strangled to death, do these two cases have something in common?
Shi Feng pinched his eyebrows and kept thinking.
He suddenly felt that the campus murder case that was in the final stages was not as simple as it seemed.
"Gao Bin and I will go to the bar. Wang Xun, you will take people to collect the body and go back to the team to sort out the surveillance video."
After giving the order, Shi Feng turned around and left the park.