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Because Zhou Hui was busy in the store around the time of the death of the three members of the Song family, the other store staff and the store's surveillance video provided an alibi and no motive for the murder, so the police quickly ruled him out as a suspect.

What is unbelievable is that the police spent more than half a month investigating, but they could not find any trace of the Song family committing suicide.In the Song family's house, except for the footprints and fingerprints left by Zhou Hui who entered the door several times, there were no suspicious clues.

In the end, this case was determined to be an accident in which a family of three died due to excessive shock. As for Zhou Hui seeing the Song family in those two months, no one could explain it clearly.

The funeral of the three members of the Song family was very sensational. First, three of them died at once, and the cause of death was strange; second, the Song family had a prominent family background, so many famous people came, which naturally attracted some attention.

But no matter how grand the funeral is and how prominent the attendees are, the position of the family members is still empty.The only relative of the Song family is Song Nuan's aunt, who has fainted from crying and is resting in the back hall.

As a family member, Zhou Hui stood alone in front of the coffin and bowed to everyone present.There were too many people who came to participate, his spine was already a little stiff, and his back was sore.

How many funerals have you attended recently?

It seems to be three times. Song Nuan's elder brother, his best friend Liang Jing, and the Song family are very familiar with the funeral process.

It was as if God had given him a buffer to adapt. From Song Han, who had nothing to do with each other, to his best friend, to his fiancée, the dead were getting closer and closer to him, and he was so numb that he couldn't shed a single tear. .

He lowered his head, staring indifferently at the pairs of moving shoes on the ground.

A pair of black delicate leather shoes stopped under his eyelids and stayed there for a long time without moving away.Zhou Hui looked suspiciously from the shoes all the way to the man's chest. Seeing the trembling of the man's chest, he seemed to smile.Zhou Hui stared at the other party's fair chin, and subconsciously asked, "What are you laughing at?"

While speaking, he looked up at the other person's face. It was a man about 25 or [-] years old, with clear outline, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the corner of his mouth was bending towards him.That smile was extremely dazzling in Zhou Hui's eyes.Even if you don't understand the world, you should know that laughing at someone else's funeral is also an inhuman behavior.Zhou Hui stared at the white flowers in the man's hand, and said coldly: "If this gentleman is coming to the funeral, please move over there and offer the flowers in your hand before you can leave."

The man didn't speak, he didn't even move the corner of his mouth, he just stared at him quietly.After a minute or two, the man suddenly stretched out his hand and handed a flower to Zhou Hui, and said softly, "For you."

Is this person sick?

Flowers are given to people at funerals, and they are still white.Is this humiliating him?

Or did this person have some grudge against the Song family before, and now he is looking for trouble?

Zhou Hui took the flower and threw it on the ground hard, then kicked the petals away with his feet, and cursed at the man: "Are you sick? Why do you send me flowers on this occasion? If you dare to make trouble, I... "

"——Ah Hui."

An old lady came out from the side door and stopped Zhou Hui.

It was Song Nuan's aunt. She leaned on a cane, walked up to Zhou Hui panting, and asked, "Why are you yelling here?"

Zhou Hui quickly pointed to the person behind him: "This person..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and realized that the person just now had disappeared.He raised his foot to look for it, but his arm was grabbed.

The old lady's veined hand was firmly grasping Zhou Hui's arm, staring in a certain direction, and stopped him in a low voice: "Don't go!"

Zhou Hui stared at the old lady's pale face, feeling a little puzzled. Following the old lady's line of sight, he saw the tall, white figure standing at the door just now. The man's eyes were beautiful, and he was staring fiercely at the door. , To be precise, he stared at the old lady beside Zhou Hui.

The old lady probably read the warning in his eyes, her mouth was trembling, and the fingers holding Zhou Hui's arm were firmly embedded in his flesh like eagle claws. Zhou Hui turned his head to look at the old lady in pain, and then turned back At that time, the man had disappeared at the door.

After the funeral, Zhou Hui appeased the old lady and planned to leave, but the old lady asked him to come and pick up some things in a few days before he went out. Zhou Hui wanted to ask what it was, but the old lady refused to explain, only saying that it was for him. his.

Zhou Hui went to the police station to get some things back. There was a mobile phone that belonged to Song Nuan. It was the pink mobile phone that was placed beside Song Nuan's bed.

He remembered the text messages during this time.

Before looking through the mailbox, he hesitated, were those short messages really his hallucinations?

If it was indeed sent by this mobile phone, who sent it?Why keep in touch with Song Nuan through his mobile phone?And why did you pretend to be Song Nuan?

Zhou Hui suddenly became a little scared. He stared at the mobile phone in his palm, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was more like an introduction, leading him to a good net. hold him.

Something seemed to flash through his mind, but he couldn't grasp it no matter what.

If this was really a conspiracy, he had a hunch that even if he put down all the clues, he would not be able to escape unscathed.Instead of living in fear, it is better to find the murderer and see if the other party is a human or a ghost.

He took a deep breath, opened the mailbox with trembling fingers, and opened the column with his name written on it.

Sure enough, he found the communication records with himself, and he looked through them one by one. In the past two months, he found that no matter whether they were sent from this mobile phone or sent by himself, there were quite a few.

Text messages after meeting parents for the first time:

Zhou Hui: "Xiao Nuan, are you asleep?"

Song Nuan: "No."

Zhou Hui: "It's so late, what are you doing and still not sleeping?"

Song Nuan: "I'm thinking of you."

Zhou Hui: "Hey, I miss you too."

Song Nuan: "Well, I want to see you every day."

These text messages were all sent by Zhou Hui and Song Nuan after returning home from dinner with Song Nuan's family.If Song Nuan had died then, who sent this?How could she be so clear about the matter between him and Song Nuan.

The other party could answer every question he asked, so that he didn't realize that the person he was in contact with was not Song Nuan at all.

Zhou Hui flipped through those text messages, and the more he looked at them, the colder he became, his back became stiff as if frozen.

When he exited the mailbox, he found that there was an unsent message in the draft box. The time he saved the draft was the night that Song Nuan Shuang didn't go to his house, so he clicked on the draft.

Draft content: I'm here.

Recipient: Zhou Hui

Snapped--

The phone slipped from Zhou Hui's hand, and the back cover popped out.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Zhou Hui stood up and turned the chair over, walked around the room frantically, pulling his hair, eyes flushed, staring at the pink mobile phone.

It's a pervert, it must be a pervert!

After killing the three members of the Song family, he hid in the Song family for food and lodging, and found that someone was contacting Song Nuan. In order to prevent people from discovering the death of the Song family, he pretended to be Song Nuan and sent messages by himself. The reason for answering the phone!

Zhou Hui took his mobile phone and rushed to the police station immediately, and opened the text message on the mobile phone to the policeman who had questioned him before.

Ever since Zhou Hui came in, the policeman had been lacking in interest. Although his eyes were fixed on the phone Zhou Hui gave him, he didn't move for a long time.After Zhou Hui turned over all the text messages, he sighed and said, "Do you know that your text message can't prove anything?"

"Why can't I prove it? The murderer sent me this information after Song Nuan's death!"

Zhou Hui really wanted to press the policeman's head in front of the phone screen, and then read the text messages clearly.

The policeman clicked his tongue: "Mr. Zhou, we have checked this phone before, and there are only your fingerprints on it."

"What do you mean?"

"Moreover, we have checked the sending and receiving time of this mobile phone and your mobile phone's text messages, and the reply time is within 1 minute. In addition, this mobile phone was not found next to the dead body, but fell out of your pocket when you passed out on the side of the road. came out." The policeman returned the phone to Zhou Hui, "Mr. Zhou, I have seen many family members, because they could not accept the death of their loved ones, they subconsciously imitated the other party's behavior and pretended that the other party was still alive... We still say the same thing, I hope you If you can accept the reality, it is best to receive formal treatment."

Zhou Hui lowered his hand holding the phone. After a long time, he sneered and walked out of the police station slowly.

Now no one believed his words anymore, maybe everyone thought he was hit crazy.

Zhou Hui threw away the mobile phone, returned home and collapsed on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze, unable to understand why all this happened.

In the middle of the night, he dreamed of many things, the bloody Liang Jing, the haggard Song Nuan, and the puppet-like old Song family, they walked towards him slowly, stretching out their hands to pinch him.

He turned around and was about to run, when a man in white suddenly appeared behind him, staring at him with interest and sneering, that smile made one's hair go numb.He fell into a nightmare and couldn't get away, shouting something indiscriminately.

A new message came from the mobile phone beside him. The ringtone of the text message was a loud door closing sound, which jolted Zhou Hui awake.

He rubbed the sweat off his face, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He touched the phone and checked it, but when he saw the name of the sender, Zhou Hui almost threw the phone out.

The sender had clearly written "Xiao Nuan" on it.

He shook his fingers tremblingly and opened the message. The content of the message was only a few words: Are you afraid?

The author has something to say: add some funeral details

Protagonist: Tell me, why did I attend 10 funerals in less than 3 chapters?How about having my own?

Well, we can discuss