Chapter 35:

Xu Sheng's face suddenly changed. It was an indescribable ugliness, no different from the face of someone who died instantly.
"Why ..." Fang Qing asked slowly, "Don't you doubt Ke Qian?"
The name, like a bullet, exploded in Xu Sheng's ears. She didn't speak, as if she wanted to grab those photos with her hands, but didn't dare. Fang Qing saw that her fingers were shaking. The whole portrait was about to fall out of the chair.
"So scared of him?" Fang Qing asked, "witnesses saw him enter the studio the next night and poisoned him. He is one of the founders of the society, and he certainly has the key, right? Why didn't you say it? , He killed Jiang Xueran, we almost caught him. "
When Xu Sheng suddenly reached out, he wiped those photos to the ground. Then the shoulder trembled violently and cried out: "No! Impossible! How is it possible ... how is this possible ..."
Her mood broke completely.
Fang Qing was silent.
In another interrogation room, interrogations were also ongoing.
Jian Yao pushed the photo of Jiang Xueran's death in front of Wen Xiaohua.
Wen Xiaohua's reaction was worse than Xu Sheng's. He froze, and then fell from the chair to the ground.
"How could this be ... how could this be ..." He looked pale, alas. Bo Jinyan helped him up from the ground.
"This is Ke Qian's own Cosplay look, right?" Bo Jinyan asked slowly, "He killed him before he killed Jiang Xueran."
Wen Xiaohua's eyes widened sharply: "You ... you ... you said that Xue Ran was ... Ke, Ke Qian?"
"There are witnesses," Jian Yao said. "It was also him who poisoned."
Wen Xiaohua's entire face was bloodless: "No ... impossible ... it must be wrong! It's someone else! It's someone else!"
Bo Jinyan's body leaned forward, staring at him, with a scornful smile on his mouth: "Wen Xiaohua, Ke Qian only disappeared for half a year. Why do you all conceal the fact that he was a member together? Why is it more affirmative than the police, Isn't he the murderer? "
When Wen Xiaohua couldn't answer, he suddenly lowered his head to avoid Bo Jinyan's sight.
"What have you done to him?" Bo Jinyan asked word by word.
Wen Xiaohua's tears dropped down: "I don't know, I don't know anything! Not me! I just ... I want to go home! I want to go back!" He wept bitterly.
Seeing that his emotions were about to collapse, Bo Jinyan glanced at Jian Yao. Jian Yao stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and said, "Xiaohua, speak it out. Three people have already died. Ke Qian's next goal Maybe it's you. If you don't say it, we can't help you. Is life important or concealing the truth? Even if there is such a big inconvenience to face, it is better than death, right? "
Wen Xiaohua held her face with her hands and cried bitterly: "But ... it can't be him! I know, I know ..." He raised his head in amazement: "It's a ghost! It's a ghost, it's a ghost Ah! He turned into a ghost and killed us! We buried him by ourselves half a year ago ... "
At the same time, Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao looked shocked.

This serial killing in the Animation Park is approaching the truth step by step with the efforts of Bo Jinyan and others. At the same time, in another corner of the city, some people are planning and spying.
Han Yumeng sat at the window and looked at this strange city. She was wearing the water-blue dress that she bought that day, her hair was curly and she was dignified. Her eyebrows were so calm, like any wave, could not make her heart ripple again.
"Did you see him?" A voice asked, not far away.
"See," she answered.
"Want to see him?"
She smiled: "It doesn't matter."
"Can you kill him?"
"can."
"Will you be reluctant?"
"of course not."
The man smiled and asked, "What is your wish?"
Han Yumeng looked out the window, and remained silent for a while, and answered, "My greatest wish is, of course, forever and ever, to be with the man I love, my hero.
The man smiled again and said, "Okay. Now they are being played by a small character. We don't have to rush to show up. However, they are almost amused too. It's time you got in touch with Fu Ziyu. Go. "
Han Yumeng stood up, picked up his bag, and walked out of the room.
As he passed by the man, he grabbed her by the arm: "He will definitely touch you, right? You know it makes me very unhappy."
Han Yumeng laughed and pulled his hand back: "Isn't this exactly what you like?"
"Hahaha ..." He laughed.

Fu Ziyu did not listen to Bo Jinyan. For the past two days, he has been walking around and looking around. Go to the place where Han Yumeng appeared, and look for every corner, hoping to see her again.
Nothing, however.
He has always been in a daze. Thinking of the once distant sweetness is dazed. In fact, he couldn't remember many details. Thinking of these years, I was at a loss. After so many things, it seems to pass in a blink of an eye.
It was even more dazed by her appearance. He faced like an unfamiliar woman, but there was still a faint pain in her heart when she thought of her.
Still love her?
I don't know, nostalgia has become a habit.
Don't you love?
But every description of what she reported when she disappeared was clear in her mind. More than once in the night he imagined the suffering she had suffered, the picture of her death. He can't forget her all his life.
Her kindness, her passion, her sexy.
She's great.
Yes, if there is any woman in Fu Ziyu's life that can be described by the word "great", only she. At such a young age, she volunteered to help Africa; she could not wait to take out everything from her to every refugee she met; and she chose to die alone and saved several other survivors.
...
Fu Ziyu had no doubt. What he saw was Han Yumeng.
But eight years later, why did she leave and why did she return?
She was still ... deep in his heart, was that look?
At midnight, the buildings in the city were so cold and silent. When he was alone, Fu Ziyu's complexion was always indifferent. When he was not with his friends, he was smiling and smiling.
He enters the access code and opens the door.
The light was on, sitting alone at the window.
She turned her head and stood up.
That was the look that Fu Ziyu couldn't forget in his life.
Her voice was calm and gentle, as if at first sight: "Ziyu, I'm back. I didn't expect that the access code was my birthday, so I came straight in."
All of Fu Ziyu's hands fell to the ground.
The ground was clearly flat, but he staggered, as if he had lived so long before he came to her.