girlfriend's brother

After waiting for a while, it seemed that Liang Jing's case had been shelved by the police. Zhou Hui decided to go to Liang Jing's house to see if there was any clue.

It hasn't been sold there yet, only a yellow bar has been drawn around it.

Liang Jing had been in a car before his death. He went down to the garage and saw Liang Jing parked underneath.The car was unlocked, so he opened the door, turned on the headlights, and took photos of the car inside and out. He almost removed the seat and tires, but he didn't find any valuable clues.He had to go into the house to check.After the murder, no one dared to come in, and everything in the house remained as it was.Liang Jing died in his bedroom, so Zhou Hui went straight to the second floor after entering the house.

Maybe it was because some dust had accumulated on the steps. He had just walked up a few steps when he slipped and rolled down.

There was a numbness in his elbow. Zhou Hui sat up, holding his arm to breathe in the air-conditioning, and just subconsciously looked up at the step that caused him to slip and fall, but saw two feet standing at the end of the step.

He moved his eyes up along those feet, and what he saw was Liang Jing's face.

Liang Jing was standing at the end of the stairs, looking at him with his head down, his mouth opened and closed mechanically as if being pulled by someone, uttering intermittently: "Don't come... hurry..."

Zhou Hui stood up abruptly and ran up the stairs, but Liang Jing disappeared immediately after he went upstairs.

He turned around several rooms but did not see his shadow.

When he returned to Liang Jing's room, it had been cleaned and many things had been taken away, only a table and a bed were left, and only a thin mattress was left on the bed.There was no dust on the bed, and Zhou Hui was a little tired from running, so he sat down on his buttocks.

Liang Jing's distorted face flashed in his mind, and his heart constricted.Thinking of his best friend taking out his own organs in this room, Zhou Hui slowly lay down as if drained.

Zhou Hui thought about all kinds of possibilities aimlessly, and turned his body.

"Uh-hiss-"

He felt something sharp and hard on his waist. He reached under his waist and touched a sharp corner, which seemed to be a book.He quickly got up and lifted the mattress, and he saw a black notebook. The notebook was very thick, and he didn't know why Liang Jing hid it in this place.

On the cover, "Liang Jing's diary" was written in crooked characters, and a line of small characters "Curse whoever reads it" was added underneath, and a ghostly character was drawn.Zhou Hui casually opened it, and found that it was densely packed with words. He felt a little funny: "This kid, who has been careless since he was a child, still has the habit of keeping a diary."

He turned to the first page. The first page seemed to be written when he was very young. The font on it was black and thick. It can be seen that each stroke was written with great force, but it was still very irregular.In his mind, the scene of the young Liang Jing lying on the table, trying to write down things stroke by stroke with a pen.He began to turn page by page——

The date written on the first page should be when I was in elementary school. Not only the font is childish, but the tone of the description is also childish and cute like most children. " and other content, Zhou Hui smiled while flipping through, and soon came to the content he was familiar with.

"On the first day of junior high school today, I met a lot of new classmates... I have a new deskmate, but that person is so annoying..."

... Presumably the tablemate he was talking about was Zhou Hui. I remember they had a fight on the first day they met.As the fonts in the notebook became more and more neat, and the tone of the description became more and more mature, Zhou Hui could feel his growth.

"I found that a senior student followed me and Ah Hui recently, and he followed from a distance, neither catching up nor planning to leave. I told Ah Hui, he thought it was someone who was going the same way, and he didn't care But I don't think it's that simple, because that kid actually stared at me! He looked like he was going to beat me up! I thought about it for a long time, and I guess he offended someone recently...."

Just as Zhou Hui was about to scroll down, the phone rang at this moment. It was Song Nuan's call.

Song Nuan actually asked him to go to Song's house to talk about marriage. Of course Zhou Hui was overjoyed. After hanging up the phone, he left Liang Jing's residence in a hurry.

Zhou Hui went home first, changed into a decent set of clothes, went to the market to buy some things, and went out with Song Nuan carrying gifts.

On the way, Song Nuan drove the car with no special emotion on his face.But Zhou Hui couldn't sit still in the co-pilot, leaning to the left and right for half an hour, rubbing his thighs with his hands, and almost rubbing his pants.

It was already dark when we arrived at Songjia.

Standing at the door of Song's house, Zhou Hui's hands that were holding the things even trembled a little. He reached out to grab Song Nuan's hand, but found that the other's hand was colder than his own, which made him pull back subconsciously.

Realizing that his behavior was inappropriate, he carefully looked at Song Nuan at the side. She didn't respond, but raised her hand and rang the doorbell.

Zhou Hui was a little puzzled, didn't Xiao Nuan have the key to her own house?How to ring the doorbell?

Song Nuan's movements were a little stiff, and she pressed the doorbell one after another, staring at the cat's eyes without blinking.

He seemed to understand something, and couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth. It turned out that Xiao Nuan was also very nervous.

The doorbell rang for a while before the door creaked and slowly opened.

It was Song's mother who opened the door. Seeing that Zhou Hui seemed to be in a daze for a while, she opened the door after a few seconds, said "Please come in", and went straight to the kitchen.

Father Song still sat on the sofa and read the newspaper, but this time he didn't raise his hand to summon Zhou Hui to chat.

The death of the son and the conflicts between the husband and wife have plunged the family into an embarrassing and dreary situation.Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhou Hui consciously went to sit on the sofa, rubbed his thighs with his palms, and stared at his girlfriend who was laying hands in the kitchen.

There was a pleasant fragrance in the room, and he couldn't help taking a deep breath, feeling his nerves relax.

After a few minutes, Mother Song brought a plate of fruit, greeted her, and went back to the kitchen.

Zhou Hui stared at Uncle Song who was reading the newspaper across the way. He hadn't moved a muscle since he entered the door, not even turning the pages of the newspaper.He called softly: "Uncle, let's eat some fruit."

The elder didn't move, and he didn't dare to eat, so he just sat there.After an unknown amount of time, Father Song finally put down the newspaper, slowly picked up a piece of apple, opened his mouth, and put it in.He raised his hand to Zhou Hui again and said, "Eat something."

Zhou Hui stared at Uncle Song's movements, always feeling a little uncoordinated, but couldn't tell what was wrong.He also took a piece of fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, but he couldn't help staring at Father Song's mouth that was chewing slowly.

"Maybe it's the elderly who have bad teeth."

He muttered to himself.

But today's fruit is not very fresh, it has a musty smell, and the smell of rotten apples fills the mouth. Zhou Hui secretly glanced at Uncle Song's cheeks that were mechanically chewing the food like a beater, feeling like vomiting but not Dare to vomit, so he closed his eyes and swallowed.

Maybe it's because they live far away from the city and it's not convenient to buy food, so the Song family didn't buy fresh fruit.Thinking about it, Zhou Hui decided to buy some fruit after dinner.

The food was served quickly, perhaps in order to avoid further quarrels, no one spoke, and there was only a slight sound of chewing on the quiet table.

After a long silence, Song Nuan put a piece of meat into Zhou Hui's bowl, and he relaxed his nerves.

After eating, the family sat in the living room with Zhou Hui and watched TV.Zhou Hui didn't care about what was playing on TV at all. He was brewing emotions, rehearsing what he wanted to say in his mind over and over again, hesitating how to start the topic.

"Uncle, Xiao Nuan and I..."

"It's getting late, it's time to go back."

Father Song stared at the TV, and the light from the screen hit his face, which turned red and white at times, but he couldn't see any emotion.

"Yeah, it's getting late, let's talk about it later." Mother Song echoed from the side.

Zhou Hui was a little confused by the attitude of the parents of the Song family. He had obviously agreed with the two of them before, so how did it change so quickly?He glanced at Song Nuan, who just greeted Song's parents and dragged him away.

On the way back, Song Nuan only said that the parents of the Song family were only sad because of the death of their elder brother and did not want to lose another daughter.

Zhou Hui was stunned, but he couldn't say anything.

After returning to the residence, Song Nuan had to go back to take care of her mentally ill parents.Recalling the pale faces of Song's parents, Zhou Hui comforted her a few words before sending her out.

Standing at the door and staring at Song Nuan's disappearing car, Zhou Hui leaned against the door and sighed weakly. Since dating Song Nuan, he has never done anything for her, even having such a big accident in her house. Didn't help at all afterwards.I am such a useless boyfriend.

After taking a shower, lying on the bed, he remembered Liang Jing's diary again, got up quickly to find it, and started to look through it with the desk lamp——

"I'm going to clean up that stalker today. He's been following me for months! I'm sure he came after me because he followed me when I went home alone."

Forgetting that this is just a diary, which records the past, Zhou Hui couldn't help worrying about Liang Jing, and hurriedly turned to the next page, but he found that the next page of the diary was missing, and only A little crumble.

He had to scroll down.According to the diary, Zhou Hui could probably guess that the kid Liang Jing didn't "clean up" him, because the diary later recorded this person intermittently.Liang Jing sometimes saw him at the window of his classroom, and sometimes saw him following behind himself and Zhou Hui...

It wasn't until Liang Jing fell into the river and almost drowned during a spring outing that the records about this person came to an end.

Zhou Hui still remembers that accident to this day. When they picked Liang Jing up, he was trembling with fright, curled up into a ball, and shouted tremblingly that someone pushed him, but in the end it was because there was no one. The proof is nothing.

The diary records every detail of Liang Jing's student life, until he meets Zhou Hui again many years later, and there are detailed or rough records in it.

Skipping the records of high school and university, Zhou Hui turned directly to the end of the diary, and the date was indeed not long before Liang Jing's death.

"He has been staring at me again recently. I always feel that there are pairs of eyes watching me in the dark, like eagles, firmly controlling me within his sight...."

"It's been so many years and he still refuses to let me go! What should I do? I can't sit still, I must find a way!"

"He's finally dead!"

"Bastard! Pervert! Why won't you let me go after I'm dead?... I'm dead, this time I'm really dead."

"This morning, I found that my lungs were uncomfortable. When I coughed my lungs, it was like being pricked by a needle. I went home and gave all my savings to my mother. It's useless for me to keep it anyway. He will definitely kill me. I want to tell Zhou Hui everything, but I can't, it will only make him buried with me."

The handwriting on the next few sheets was scribbled, and some even tore the paper.Zhou Hui found that the last few pages of the diary had been torn off again, and there were still two words on the leftovers, one was "nuan" and the other was "abnormal".

"warm??"

Zhou Hui flipped through the diary, remembering that when he was a child, his teacher taught him to fill the white paper with a pencil, so that the indents left when writing on the front page can be used to reveal the words.

He jumped out of bed, found a pencil, and scribbled the last blank page of the diary with black pencil chalk.

It's a pity that the paper of this diary is very thick, and even the front white paper has been torn several sheets, and the last white paper has almost no scratches.

It seems that the person who tore up the diary is not stupid.He threw the notebook by the bed and rolled over, sprawled, in frustration.

Who is "he" in the diary, Zhou Hui has no clue.According to the diary, it is only known that this person has been pestering Liang Jing since the first grade of junior high school, and he may also be the one who killed Liang Jing in the end.