boyfriend in the fridge

The sky in late April was sultry from time to time, covered with endless white clouds, and the color of the sky could not be seen clearly.If the sun is out, it's summer temperature and it's time to wear short sleeves.

However, after two days of sweltering heat, on this day, it began to rain.

Xia Ji didn't check the weather forecast when she went out, and was drenched when she arrived at the city bureau.

Yu Xiaonan was surprised: "Brother Xia, you didn't drive in the rain today?"

Although Xia Ji bought a car, but his family lives not far away, during rush hour, driving is really not as convenient as taking a bus or riding a bicycle.Therefore, he usually chooses the shared bicycles that can be seen everywhere on the streets to commute to get off work.

But when it's raining, it's inconvenient to ride a bike, and you have to wait for the bus. Xia Ji usually drives.

Xia Ji brushed her wet hair back with her hands, and said, "Don't mention it, it rained just after we went out for a while, and it was quite heavy, so it's too late to go back, so we can only come here like this without doing anything. gone."

Yu Xiaonan: "..."

Yu Xiaonan: "Brother Xia, you can find a place to shelter from the rain, and then call a car."

Xia Ji looked at her with an indescribable expression on her face. She didn't know if she wanted to tell him why she reminded him of this matter, or if she wanted to kill herself who didn't think of this.

"Fortunately, I wisely put the phone in the bag, so it's fine." Xia Ji changed the subject, took out the phone from the bag that was also wet on the outside, and everything was working normally.

Yu Xiaonan smiled and stopped talking.

"Okay, get ready. After I change my clothes, we will go to the Huacheng Bank where Wang Yu works." After Xia Ji finished speaking, he went out to change.

Although Wang Yu's work unit had been investigated before, her colleagues were also questioned one by one.

But last night after Song Buzhi mistook the "r" written by Jin Zilong as a "v", they discussed and decided to check Wang Yu's English handwriting again.

They also checked it before, but Wang Yu usually wrote very little English, and none of the notes and materials she had when she was a student was related to English. Liu Wentao did not remember that she had written it, and there was no English handwriting found in their home. .

Later, she only found a piece of paper from her colleague, which was written by Wang Yu once when teaching a colleague's son the English alphabet.At that time, they compared it and thought that the letter Wang Yu wrote on his stomach with blood was "r", which was completely fine.

But now, after what Song Buzhi said, they suddenly became less sure.Just in case, they decided to take another trip and look at the paper.At the same time, that colleague also specially brought her son over, and asked her son to tell them what letters Wang Yu and he wrote together at that time.

On weekdays, Xia Ji and the others originally planned to wait for the child to leave the kindergarten before going there, but they contacted the colleague and said that her son just happened to be sick these few days, and he was at home after asking for leave, so they planned to leave in the morning.

Xia Ji changed quickly, and drove to Huacheng Bank with Yu Xiaonan.

Colleague Wang Yu and her son are already waiting.

Although the little boy is young, he has a good memory.He was a bit shy and hid behind his mother at first.Later, under the gentle encouragement of his mother, he came out and told the story of the time slowly.

In the small conference room, the little boy's crisp voice rang for a long time.

On the table, there was a sheet of paper filled with rows of English letters, all written by Wang Yu with a black pen at that time.

One of them had an "r" written on it, at least at the time Xia Ji and the others preconceived that it was an "r" - the letter was written in the same way as Wang Yu wrote on his stomach before his death.

It's so "r"-like that the two lines below it are almost merged.And it had no connection with the other letters on the paper, so it never occurred to them that it might be a "v".

But the little boy said that what he wanted to write was "v".

Among the 26 English letters, some letters are not very good-looking for the little boy, so he usually writes more and more practice.That day when he was out of kindergarten, he was taken to the office by his mother.Later, his mother was suddenly busy, so she asked Wang Yu to watch for a while.

At that time, the little boy was practicing calligraphy seriously.Wang Yu watched him grow up and got along with him a lot on weekdays. The little boy was not afraid of her.The little boy said that when Wang Yu asked him what he was doing, he said he was writing and he had to write beautifully.

Then Wang Yu took out a piece of paper, and wrote each of the letters that the little boy was writing in a row on the paper, which is the paper on the table now.

Xia Ji asked the little boy if he was sure that the letter Wang Yu wrote was "v".

The little boy nodded affirmatively: "My 'r' is beautifully written, and 'v' is written almost like 'r', so it is not good-looking. I wrote 'v'."

The little boy said that after hearing what he said, Wang Yu also said that her "v" was written like an "r", and wrote a row for him to read.In comparison, Wang Yu's "v" is more like "r". The little boy was confident that he would be able to write well.

"So those five letters are 'f, n, h, v, m'." Yu Xiaonan said while writing these five letters on the table with her fingers.

"But the five letters, compared with the previous five letters... are not too different..." Yu Xiaonan said distressedly, really racking his brains but couldn't think of the meaning of these five letters.

Xia Ji also shook his head, thanked Wang Yu's colleagues and the little boy, and prepared to go back and study again.

They put away the piece of paper on the table and took it home together.

Just as they got up and walked out, Wang Yu's colleague behind suddenly spoke——

"I seem to know what it means..."

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Song Buzhi couldn't get up in the morning.

He deeply felt that practicing yoga once would consume more calories than going to bed with Team Ji once.

The heat is naturally hotter, but this kind of heat is not the same.The heat of the sun and the heat of the weather are very annoying to him, but the heat in this situation is replaced by another deeper pleasure.

What's more, his skin is colder and his skin is hotter. When they stick together, they are unexpectedly very shuddering.

It's almost as addictive as a drug.

Discipline He doesn't know when he wakes up in the morning, and he doesn't know when he goes to walk the dog and when he goes to work.He was lying on his side, half lying on the bed, sleeping soundly.

When he slept until noon, his consciousness slowly returned, and he thought he was about to wake up.

However, just when he was about to wake up, his dazed consciousness seemed to float to a place in an instant.

He felt himself suspended in the sky, quietly watching a person sitting at the desk writing.

This is a girl about 20 years old.

She lowered her head and concentrated on writing what she was writing.

Write what?

Song Buzhi thought about it suspiciously, and then suddenly felt the angle of his eyes turn - he floated behind the girl, and he could clearly see what she wrote when he lowered his head.

So many alphabetic words...it's English.

I'm doing my English homework.Song Buzhi thought to himself.

But why am I having such a dream?Song Buzhi thought again.

Looking at the girl writing English strangely, his eyes gradually widened as he watched——

This word... there is a "v" in this word... yes, it must be a "v", because he recognized this word, which starts with "v"...but the way this "v" is written looks very similar to " r"...

It is almost exactly the same as the "r" in Wang Yuna's death message.

Song Buzhi anxiously wanted to see the girl's appearance clearly, and kept chanting "float over", "float over", "float over".

However, the girl wrote this page almost turning the page, and Song Buzhi failed to float his floating body over.He felt that his body weighed a thousand catties at the moment, and he couldn't even lift it up.

On the bed, Song Buzhi's eyelids trembled violently, and he was about to wake up.

However, he forced himself to continue to sleep and continue to dream.

He wants to see what this girl looks like.

Although he had some speculations in his heart, he wanted to see the girl's appearance to be sure.

But his luck probably ran out, God didn't hear his prayers, he finally woke up, but he still didn't see the girl's face.

He turned sideways, staring blankly at the drawn curtains in front of the window, his mind was full of the "v" like "r" in his dream.

If Wang Yu's death message is really "f, n, h, v, m"...

So what do these five letters represent...

But even though Song Buzhi possessed Wang Yu and read part of her memory, he still couldn't figure out what the five letters meant.

"Could it be that I'm thinking too complicated." Song Buzhi thought to himself, "Could it mean that it's actually very simple..."

However, I don't have a clue as to which aspect to think about.

Song Buzhi got up absent-mindedly, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and got dressed.After he finished this set of procedures, he still didn't come out of the state of being confused.

Although it was approaching noon, Song Buzhi still ate the breakfast that was placed on the table disciplinedly.But he was in a trance, and he didn't even know when Jin Dafa jumped up and put his front legs on the dining table and ate a meat bun from him.

"Last night, I felt that the 'r' written by Xiao Jin looked like a 'v', which was very familiar. I must have seen it somewhere... Then I had another dream just now... the way the person wrote 'v' in the dream, It's just written like 'r'... This girl should be Wang Yu...she..." Song Buzhi walked in the room while muttering to himself, "Usually, when it comes to death information, it must be subconsciously I think it refers to the murderer...but the initials of the murderer's name...can't be spelled...I'm sorry...it's still five letters..."

"Five letters...the police said earlier that it might be two people...a person's name is two people, and a person has three characters...but it doesn't feel right...then there is something else besides the initial...what else... ..."

"...Wait, I felt familiar last night... That means I saw it before last night... If I had seen it before last night... When... Where... Where? Where? Woolen cloth……"

After walking back and forth many times, Song Buzhi suddenly raised his head——

"It's in Wang Yu's memory."