When she opened the door, it was dark inside. Xia Tong didn't want to turn on the light. She was afraid that the light would be too bright and it would hurt her eyes. Following the direction in her memory, she walked to the table at the end of the study and opened the drawer on the left.
At this moment, there was a sudden flash of lightning outside the window, turning the sky white. In response to the bright light, Xia Tong began to dig through the things in the cabinet, the thick contracts, documents...
She flipped through the pages carefully. At this moment, the raindrops outside the window made a loud thud on the glass, barely suppressing her heart that was beating wildly.
Just when she turned to the bottom pile of information, a black object suddenly slipped from it and fell to the ground. Xia Tong bent down to pick it up. When her fingertips touched the small hard object, she suddenly felt
freeze.
She knelt down and put the thing under her eyes. Through the lightning outside the window, she saw a small video disk in her hand, which was the same as the stack of surveillance videos she had seen at the security guard of Xia Wanlin Qinyuan Building that day.
Touch the same.
She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, trying to see clearly. At this moment, the light in the study room suddenly turned on.
Xia Tong stood up reflexively, and held the hand holding the video disk behind her back guiltily.
Qin Muzhen had returned home at some unknown time. He was wearing a loose light gray top. Under the light from all around, the outline of his face looked even more like a smooth sculpture, which seemed to be out of reach.
Seeing her, the originally deep bird's nest seemed to freeze, looking completely unexpected.
"Why are you here? Haven't you slept yet?" he asked as he walked towards her.
Xia Tong looked at the light gray shirt he was wearing, confirming her suspicion. She clearly remembered that when he went out at night, he was wearing a shirt and suit, but why did he change after going out?
The only explanation is - he changed clothes outside, and most likely -.
"Nothing..." Xia Tong said, "I can't sleep at night, so I came out for a walk..." After saying that, she lowered her head and hurried out.
She had to hurry up and hide the evidence in her hands. This might be the only thing that could prove the truth about her sister's suicide.
"Wait--" He held her shoulders as they passed by. Xia Tong's body trembled, but she didn't look back.
"If you can't sleep, just drink a glass of hot milk. It will be better." He stared at her back and said.
Xia Tong nodded silently.
He paused: "If you are still upset, I will talk to you after I take a shower later..."
As he approached, a faint scent of perfume came gently. It was a very sweet brand. The girl's soft and beautiful face appeared in Xia Tong's mind, as well as the conversation on the phone. Unconsciously,
The body began to tremble.
The man noticed something was wrong with her and couldn't help but reach out to hold her hand: "What's wrong with you? Why are you shaking so hard?"
Xia Tong didn't expect his sudden movement, and she panicked for a moment and dropped the video disk in her hand to the ground.
There was a crisp sound of 'bang', and the man's eyes looked over, sharp in an instant.
Xia Tong broke away from his hand, picked up the video disk on the ground before him, took a step back, and stared at the man in front of her with a wary face.
Qin Muzhen's eyes suddenly became a little strange: "Did you just come here just to find this thing?"
Xia Tong bit her lip and said nothing.
He stretched out his hand: "Xia Tong, give it to me."
"Don't--" She took another step back: "Qin Mujie, it was you who killed my sister, right? Otherwise, why would you steal this video? There must be some evidence hidden in it for you to..."
He interrupted her and his eyes became even darker: "Don't make me say it a second time, Xia Tong, give it to me..."
Xia Tong shook her head desperately, turned around and ran out. He hugged her from behind easily, trying to snatch what was in her hand. Xia Tong opened her mouth and bit his arm.
"Bah——." There was blood overflowing from the wound.
He endured the pain in his arm and stretched out his other hand to pry off her palm. Xia Tong fought hard to let go, but was no match for his strength. Her fingers were pried open and the video disk fell to the ground...
He finally let her go and went to pick up the video tape that fell to the ground. From the beginning to the end, he was not afraid that the contents of the tape would be exposed at all, because there was no evidence to prove that he was the murderer.
He was just heartbroken.
He spoke to her heart-to-heart like this, talked to her from the bottom of his heart, and explained to her over and over again... What he got in return was her distrust...
He didn't know what he had done wrong?
In the past, he never bothered to explain anything. He always felt that people who care about you will believe him even if you don't say it. People who don't care about you, you don't have to waste words with them at all.
He had broken too many exceptions with her, almost lowering his self-esteem to the dust. But he still couldn't win back any shred of her trust.
He held the video disk, took a step back, and looked at her. His eyes no longer had the original warmth and tenderness, and became strange and cold. He said, "Yes, I killed Xia Wanlin. I have long wished she would die."
.It's fine now, she is finally dead, and this video does contain a record of my murder. But it's a pity, Xia Tong, you will never be able to use it to prove my crime!"
He threw the video tape at his feet and crushed it to pieces in front of her.
Xia Tong's eyes widened in disbelief.
After doing all this, he seemed not to want to look at her even for the last time. He passed her and strode towards the door.
With a 'clang', the study door was slammed with a loud bang. Xia Tong fell to the ground, with a blank look on his face.
****** ******
On a stormy night, the cold wind was biting, and the sound of thunder resounded through most of the dark sky, and the rumbles shook people's hearts.
On the road, a car passed by at high speed. Suddenly, a couple in the car saw a figure lying on the roadside where the heavy rain was spraying. The rainwater accumulated beside the figure had turned into a scarlet...
The car screeched to a stop. The middle-aged woman got out of the car holding an umbrella and half-hugged the young woman lying on the ground: "How are you?"
The woman closed her eyes, her face had been soaked in the rain until it turned blue and swollen, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she looked obviously in extreme pain. She covered her stomach with one hand and moaned: "Child... child..."
Only then did the middle-aged woman realize that more blood was pouring out from the woman's lower body in front of her, spreading overwhelmingly, and the air was filled with a fishy smell of blood.
"What's wrong?" The middle-aged man also walked out of the car holding an umbrella.
"Husband, this girl seems to have had a miscarriage. Hurry up and get her to the car. Let's go to the hospital!"
"This -" the middle-aged man hesitated: "If this girl wakes up, she will accuse us of hitting her..." He had to think about it.
"Oh, how can you care so much now?" the middle-aged woman urged: "If you don't send her to the hospital, I'm afraid even the adults won't be able to save her!"