If the secret service could master Xiang Que's interrogation method, there might not be any of our party members who could not open their mouths decades ago. If FBI could invite Xiang Que, Saddam and Uncle Laden might not have had a chance to jump.
Got arguing.
Xiang Que is quite authentic in his work. He did not have a bad taste in exploring Situ Ziqing's personal **. The key is that he is not so interested in this woman. If women all over the world can do this skill, it might be in this world.
There will be no brain-dead questions like whether you love me or not, how much you love me, and who will you lose in the water to save your mother and I.
Xiang Que focuses on Situ Ziqing's memory a month ago, and then regards what happens every day as branches and constantly screens forward, just like when people read books, constantly looking through one by one.
What made Xiangque speechless was that this woman seemed to have severe symptoms of cleanliness. She took a bath almost two or three times a day, and she took a bath very seriously and tediously, and she had to spend almost every time.
In half an hour, wash all parts and rub them all while washing them.
"If I look at this for another day, I will be useless. It will be up and down. It will probably be difficult to apply 101 in the future." Xiang Que lowered his head, very speechless.
Xiangque directly speeds up, and he will quickly forward any scene where there is a beauty coming out of the bath. You can watch this thing once or twice and it is fresh, but you will be excited to watch it three or five times, but if you see it too much, you will become numb.
Most of the pictures of Situ Ziqing are mainly about work, and her life is very monotonous and boring. From opening her eyes to sleeping at night, she basically wanders on business. Her private life is so small that she is pitiful that no one is rich.
The characteristics of women are a bit outrageous.
There are very few social events, sports cars, famous brands and parties. She spends the most time with her family, and after get off work, she mainly goes home and is not very wild outside. "No wonder she has such a low emotional intelligence. , He is cold again, and as she lives like this, she will have a stubborn mind sooner or later. After touching her chin and screening for more than half a day, just as he lost his patience, he suddenly noticed something strange.
Situ Ziqing was sitting happily with a family of three in her yard chatting. A little girl of seven or eight years old was playing around the three adults. A couple sat opposite Situ Ziqing, a man
The woman in her thirties looks a little young, and she looks noble, holding hands together all the time. When she talks, she looks at each other and her eyes are discharged.
This is the first time this couple appeared in Situ Ziqing's memory. This happened in the past month, but the key is that the man looks a bit similar to Situ Ziqing and Situ Shengyun.
Place.
"The eldest son of the Situ family, Situ Rongqing"
The fourth uncle once told Xiang Que that Situ Shengyun had two sons and one daughter, and the boss called Situ Rongqing to take two completely different paths from Situ Ziqing, because of his amazing talent in business, Situ Ziqing took over.
The frontal business of the Hongmen, Situ Rongqing has lived in the hall of the Hongmen since he was a child, so he is in charge of the business of the dark side of the Hongmen.
People in Honolulu call him the Godfather of the new generation of America and the most dazzling Godfather star.
Situ Ziqing's memory can't hear them talking, and only see fragments. It can be seen that she and Situ Rongqing's family have a very harmonious relationship. Even if Situ Shengyun mentioned her, it seems that she is not very good.
I like children, but I don’t have any impatient intentions for Situ Rongqing’s daughter.
What made Xiang Que notice something strange was that when Situ Rongqing's family was about to separate from Situ Ziqing, the eldest son of Situ Ziqing handed a white ceramic jar to Situ Ziqing. She was very surprised and surprised in the picture.
The top revealed an extremely complicated expression, and he wanted to refuse, but after Situ Rongqing said a few words, he still took it in his hands.
The white ceramic jar is about twenty centimeters high and not very big. It can be picked up with one hand. There is no carved pattern or decoration on it. It is just a simple jar with a lid on the seal, which is a bit similar to ordinary ones.
A small jar of pickles in their homes.
Looking back, when Situ Ziqing was sleeping that night, the white ceramic jar was placed in a corner of the wall, and it seemed that she could not take care of it.
At midnight, Situ Ziqing, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up from her sleep. She opened her eyes blankly and sat on the bed for a few minutes. Then she got out of the bed in her pajamas and walked to
I squatted in front of the white jar.
Situ Ziqing's expression suddenly became softer. When she looked at the jar, she looked at the jar a little like a mother looking at her child. She gently stretched her left hand over, as if she touched another child's head, slowly
Feeling the white ceramic jar.
"It's definitely not a ghost's upper body, nor is it controlled by a ghost." Looking at the clip of her memory scene, Situ Ziqing's eyes were clear and there was no sign of being on the upper body.
At this time, Situ Ziqing, who was squatting, suddenly bit her left index finger in her mouth, and then she tore it hard with her teeth, and a small piece of flesh and blood was torn off from her fingers. Then she opened the jar and bit the finger off.
The meat was put in.
After the flesh and blood were put into the jar, a very gentle and gratifying smile appeared on Situ Ziqing's face.
The moonlight shone into the house through the curtains and shone on her face. Her smile was peaceful and comfortable, revealing a sense of motherly care.
Xiang Que lowered his head and picked up Situ Ziqing's left hand on his bed. There was indeed a healed scar on his index finger.
After the piece of flesh and blood was put into the jar, Situ Ziqing put his fingers over and squeezed out a few drops of blood and dripped them inside.
After doing this, Situ Ziqing seemed to be fine and climbed onto the bed and covered her with a quilt and continued to sleep.
When she woke up the next morning, she seemed to feel something strange about her fingers. She stretched out her left hand and was shocked when she saw it.
Situ Ziqing had no idea what happened last night.
She looked at her fingers in surprise. She might have thought she had touched them by chance, so she got up indifferently and cleaned up, and then went out normally.
However, when Situ Ziqing came back that night, he entered the room with an extra bag. It was also around twelve o'clock in the evening. Situ Ziqing, who was sleeping, got up from the bed again, opened the bag and took out a bunch of them from it.
Put the things in front of the white ceramic jar.
Those things are all snacks and toys for children.
Then Situ Ziqing continued to repeat the scene from last night, opened the lid, cut his fingers, dripped a few drops of blood in, then covered it and returned to bed to sleep.
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