Chapter 38:

Wen Xiaohua and Xu Sheng also clearly remembered the situation that night.
How can you forget it? Every frame and every scene is like the extremely fine paintings drawn with a pen, engraved into their minds.
They were more than 12 o'clock in the night and received a call from Lu Ji: "Come to Ke Qian's house right away."
Wen Xiaohua Zhang couldn't figure out: "It's so late? How are you talking to him?"
"Don't ask so much! Come here." Lu Ji's voice didn't sound right.
Then everyone came.
The moment they entered the house, they were all frightened. With blood on the ground, Ke Qian was wearing a black wig, white gauze, and makeup, which is one of his favorite cospaly female characters.
He was lying in a pool of blood with a knife in his left chest. His eyes were open and he was out of breath.
The blood is still flowing, constantly flowing. Wen Xiaohua never knew that a person could bleed so much blood.
"What's going on?" Rong Xiaofeng screamed. "You killed him? Kill him?"
Xu Sheng and Wen Xiaohua were speechless.
Jiang Xueran sat there, still hurt on his face. The things in the house are messy. Lu Ji stood leaning on the door, and there was no trace of blood on his face.
"It was an accident." Jiang Xueran's voice also shook a bit. "He suddenly changed his face and refused to give us money. Later he started."
"I didn't want to kill him, I didn't want to ..." Lu Ji trembled. "Everyone fights together, and then I pick up the dagger on the table to scare him. But he resisted too fiercely. When it comes to money, it is They are usually fierce, and they let us go and tell us to sue us. I can't breathe for a while ... "
Everyone was silent, and there was a strange atmosphere in the room.
"Call an ambulance?" Wen Xiaohua asked tremblingly.
"It's out of breath and no heartbeat." Jiang Xueran whispered, "We tried it just now. And if we call an ambulance, can we still be out of touch?"
The faces of all were as dead as death. Rong Xiaofeng suddenly screamed, "What are we? People killed you, what is it about us? What do we do with this kind of thing? Why did you call us?"
Xu Sheng also moved his lips.
Lu Ji didn't say a word, turned his face. Jiang Xueran yelled, "Fart? Did you agree on the matter of getting money from him? Does he have to be willing or not? Do you all agree? Xiao Feng, are you still waiting for the money and talk to the man? Are friends going to play abroad? Now there is an accident. This is an accident. It is not the responsibility of the two of us. It has something to do with you. You try to call the police to see if you have any responsibility for collusion? The police will believe you are innocent? "
Rong Xiaofeng was stunned and muttered without speaking. Xu Sheng remained silent, and Wen Xiaohua was scared to death: "Are we ... going to jail?"
Jiang Xueran calmly replied: "Yes. If you call the police, you will. If you don't call the police ..." He glanced at Lu Ji, Lu Ji's face became even more ugly, and he said in a very low voice: "Ke Qian he ... I have no other friends and live alone. I haven't worked for half a year since graduation. "
"Let's bury him together," Jiang Xueran said slowly, "he is missing, no one will know. We divided the money, 400,000 each."
That night was particularly dark and the moon was particularly bright. Five young people who were about to step into this society, just carried the body, avoided everyone's sight, and walked all the way to the wasteland.
Although Ke Qian was thin, he was tall and his body was heavy. At first, Wen Xiaohua could still hear the sound of ticking and dripping in the woven bag. Blood ran out later.
That night Wen Xiaohua forgot to cry, only staring blankly at the distant tree and the moon in the sky. He had seen it on television before, saying that after the death, the body would become cold. At that moment he really felt that Ke Qian's body was really getting colder. The big boy who carefully looked at everyone's face in the studio, brought them breakfast, and cleaned the table for them. The only boy who would buy medicine in the rain when he was sick, really laughing Died, there was no temperature.
Digging the pit, they buried him in.
Ke Qian's eyes have been closed. I don't know who touched it, or did he close it himself? At that time, Wen Xiaohua suddenly had a strange thought in his heart, and it was good that he died like this. White clothes, long hair, delicate makeup and blood. Always locked in his favorite and most beautiful look. He is not suitable for this society, he lives too innocently and fragile.
He is different from them. He believes in dreams and sticks to them.
He was actually more courageous and talented than they were.
Then because of 2 million, they died in the hands of these mediocre and timid people.
...
But now, Wen Xiaohua and Xu Sheng are looking at the empty pit in front of them, can't believe their eyes.
Where did the body go?
Where did he go?

The second exploration site of the criminal police was the house where Ke Qian had rented. It was a small house of a nearby farmer. He disappeared for so long that the owner didn't even find it.
"Because he paid the rent and utilities for two years at a time six months ago," said the owner.
The house was at the corner of the town. From the outside, it was indeed an old and narrow bungalow. But when Bo Jinyan and others came in, they felt refreshed.
The wall was covered with fine beige flower wallpaper, and a paper lantern hung on top. Although it is cheap, it fits the style of the whole house. Sofas, tables and chairs are old wooden. Jian Yao knows that many people like to buy these things from thrift markets. There was no bed in the room, only a large mesh shaker, with a little yellow pillow on it.
There was dust everywhere, but the blood stains that should have been on the ground had been cleaned up.
"It's his style." Bo Jinyan murmured suddenly.
This inexplicable makes Jian Yao a little embarrassed.
She suddenly discovered that she didn't know Bo Jinyan particularly before. She knew that he was clever, arrogant, and determined. He never feared to mediate with any wicked person, and was even excited about it.
However, for some criminals, such as Xie Min in the ancient city case, such as the current Ke Qian, he vaguely showed a deep, indescribable emotion. Is sympathy? But he never relented. Do you understand? But he said that even if there is no other reason than to be forced, he should not kill.
It's gaze.
The word suddenly came to mind in Jian Yao.
It was a calm, compassionate, calm gaze. It will not be moved, but it will not bring any contempt and prejudice. He sees these desperate criminals no different from looking at an ordinary innocent person.
Thinking of this, Jian Yao also looked up and stared at him. His handsome and focused profile, his eyes were clear and sharp.
So she loves him.
Better than all the scenery I've seen in my half-life.