"He gave me a bouquet of flowers. He was so beautiful at that time, so young that he could see it at a glance among millions of people."

Qin Ge was stunned.

He quickly turned to the first page.

This is Xie Zijing's handwriting, he recognizes it.

"Qin Ge said that I might lose the memory of being with him and everyone in the Transfer Department. To be precise, the memory does not disappear, but cannot be immediately what I remember. They will be scattered in my 'sea area' until I get an opportunity to gather again.

Even though I have read so many books on sea area research, I still don’t understand it very much. But Qin Ge is very scared. My comfort is useless. If the things we are worried about really happening, Xie Zijing, this is what you wrote yourself, please remember each one firmly.

My lover is Qin Ge. Although I haven't told him, I have made a decision in my heart.

I am an optional person in the transfer department, but for Qin Ge, I should be very important. Of course, he is the same for me."

Xie Zijing circled the three words "Adjustment Department", and led out the arrow and wrote two names on the edge of the page: Bai Xiaoyuan, Tang Chou.

"I have known Qin Ge for a long time. In the skill competition, he gave me a bouquet of flowers. He was so beautiful at that time, so young, and could be seen by millions of people at a glance. I used to put the bouquet of flowers in the sea and kept it. It has extraordinary significance to me and Qin Ge, you must remember it."

Qin Ge heard Xie Weiran telling him that she would drive first, and he nodded in a hurry and turned a page. Xie Zijing's handwriting was too big and too sloppy. His vision was blurred by tears. In the records written by the sentry, he traced back the process of his acquaintance with Xie Zijing bit by bit.

"...I've never been in love with him before. I'm very sad and regretful. But the relationship will not be fake. Even though it was fake and was arranged to put it in my mind, it's different now.

Qin Ge's name sounds very good. I hope you should remember this too. I like to call his name when there is no one at home. Of course I won't get a response. But his name alone is enough to make me happy.

He is like a sword, like all deadly weapons. But he is also gentle. He is always gentle to me."

Some of the things that Xie Zijing wrote were even unimpressed by Qin Ge. He covered his mouth, but his brows frowned uncontrollably. Tears were not born because of sorrow and sadness, but more complex feelings than them. Qin Ge even remembered the evening when Xie Zijing leaned against the gate of the tuning department and looked at him with a smile. The sunset in Beijing turned out to be so bright, and his sentry seemed to be surrounded by a layer of dim light.

"Don't make him sad, don't make him sad. If everything is really not easy to remember, don't treat him like a stranger.

He had a lot of sad things in his heart, and he only told me. We, I mean you and you, the future you, and you who read this book now, don’t bully him. There are enough bad things, whether it’s for me or him. It’s good to live a life of happiness, so I have this wish."

Qin Ge felt a hint of anger at this time.

Xie Zijing did not do it - Xie Zijing now did not fully follow Xie Zijing's advice from the past. He knew everything and knew the relationship between the two, but he still pretended to be ignorant and joked again and again.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the forest, and finally stopped a few steps away. Qin Ge wiped his eyes hard and looked up at Xie Zijing.

Xie Zijing was nervous and embarrassed. He looked at him and the small notepad in his hand.

He made Qin Ge sad. This incident first hit Xie Zijing hard in his heart, and then he realized that his emotions were also depressed like never before.

"I'm sorry." Xie Zijing said hurriedly.

Qin Ge stood up with the notebook. When he saw Xie Zijing, his anger magnified infinitely, and even overwhelmed all his previous feelings. He wanted to throw the notebook towards Xie Zijing, but he was reluctant to let it go before taking action, so he simply threw the notebook under his feet and turned around and left.

Xie Zijing grabbed Qin Ge's hand: "Qin Ge, I'm sorry..."

The wrist he touched was as hot as fire. Qin Ge is now a thunderbolt that was roasted by fire and can explode at any time.

"Is it fun to lie to me?" Qin Ge yelled, "Don't touch me!"

Xie Zijing did not let go, and stubbornly pulled Qin Ge to his chest. Qin Ge was immediately angry. He first bent his elbow of his other hand and smashed Xie Zijing hard on the shoulder. Xie Zijing took a step back, and then he pushed Xie Zijing to the ground with his own momentum and weight.

"I am happy to watch me circling by you every day, right?" Qin Ge grabbed his collar and glared at Xie Zijing with red eyes, "Relying on my liking you... No, I don't like you anymore. I hate you very much!"

Xie Zijing didn't pay attention to what he said. His guide was red in his eyes, not knowing whether it was because of anger or sadness. He raised his hand and touched Qin Ge's face.

Qin Ge was stunned, and almost instantly, water vapor rose from his wide eyes.

"I...I just want to confirm." Xie Zijing explained to him with all his might, "Although I wrote it down, I don't feel real. I asked Bai Xiaoyuan and Tang Cuo, and even Lei Chi, but they refused to say anything. You didn't let them say it, right?"

Qin Ge blinked his eyes, and his tears were a very thin drop, falling on Xie Zijing's face.

"You should remind me. If I forget, you must do your best and use all the means to remind me." Xie Zijing looked into his eyes, "Qin Ge, I have no real sense of this world. My memory stayed in the eighteen years before Luquan. But ten years have passed. What I have experienced in these ten years must be re-recalled little by little, and many of them must be told by others. It's not that I don't believe them, but...but you are different."

Xie Zijing pressed the fingers on Qin Ge's wet eyes.

"You are different. You are never the same as others... I know even if I don't read that little notebook." He said slowly, "I want to verify what is said in the notebook. I want to treat you as my connection with this new world. Sorry, I didn't do it well...Don't hate me, okay?"

Qin Ge said nothing. Xie Zijing said again: "You like Xie Zijing in the past, then you also like me now, okay?"

"...You are not him." Qin Ge let go, stood up and walked away without looking back.

Xie Zijing sat up slowly and picked up the notebook slowly. There were a few drops of water on the inner page. He looked at them and closed the notepad, feeling very aggrieved: I am him.

On the way back, Xie Weiran held the steering wheel in his hand and did not dare to say a word.

Qin Ge sat in the passenger seat and was sleeping with his avatar down as soon as he got in the car. Xie Zijing slipped into the back seat and remained silent.

Her hairy crabs happily changed to red and blue colors at the front of the car, but still couldn't heat up the atmosphere.

Xie Weiran simply put away the crabs, pretended to drive seriously, and looked ahead.

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During the crisis office, Lei Chi looked at Xiaohai's mother and then at the captain of the detachment.

Captain of the detachment: "Don't scold people, this is the leader from the headquarters. Is your son beaten or he protected him?"

"Leader?" The child's mother looked up and down at Lei Chi, "So young?"

The captain of the detachment handed Xiaohai's archives to Lei Chi and told him that he was going to the fishing port to go to the fishing port. The people who were investigating at the fishing port seemed to have found some new clues, and he went to the scene to check it out.

The only three of them were left in the office. Xiaohai's mother carefully observed her son's injuries. Lei Chi opened the file while listening to the low conversation between the mother and son.

The child's mother was Zhang Qian, an ordinary unmarried man. Lei Chi was surprised to see the word "adoptive mother" written on the mother-son relationship.

"...You sit down." Lei Chi said, "I will leave after a while. When everyone outside disperses, I will send you back."

Zhang Qian saw Lei Chi staying on the first page of the file and said, "I picked him up."

Lei Chi: "..."

Is this good in front of the child?! He couldn't help but look at Xiaohai. Xiaohai nodded seriously and didn't care.

Lei Chi was depressed: "Xiao Hai knew he was adopted?"

Zhang Qian: "I know, I won't hide it from him. No, I picked it up."

Lei Chi: "Where did you pick it up?"

Zhang Qian: "It was just in the back alley, placed on the lid of the trash can. It was only so small at that time. On a rainy day, I couldn't even cry. Seeing that it was so pitiful, I took it back to the store."

Lei Chi: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Qian took out a cigarette and thought that she could not smoke here, so she had to put it between her fingers: "I used to be on the street, but now I am a chef in a restaurant."

Lei Chi raised his head again. Zhang Qian was so frank and straightforward in front of Xiaohai, which surprised Lei Chi. The mother and son sat on the bench, Zhang Qian held a cigarette in one hand and Xiaohai's hand in the other, looking at Lei Chi. She was not begging for mercy or ashamed, but with a hint of provocation.

Zhang Qian had never read any books when she was young. She followed the villagers to work as a teenager. She had a lot of money to work in the factory and was taken advantage of by others. She was irritable and was fired after hitting the other party a few times. She had nowhere to go, so Zhang Qian followed the other sisters to start a business in the hair salon. Compared with others, her personality always attracted a lot of fists, and Zhang Qian did not give in. She would beat her back as she would.

Give me money and I make you happy. This is indeed a deal, but no one is inferior to anyone. Her theory is sometimes passed on as jokes among girls in the hair salon street, and sometimes it is regarded as the truth.

It was an accident that she picked up Xiaohai. After she finished her business, she smoked at the back door of the store, and she vaguely heard the crying of the child in the rain.

Although he saw several symmetrical fine scars on the child's face, Zhang Qian just thought he had been beaten by his parents. The baby cried miserably. The owner of the shop said that he must have been less than three months old. He was thin and small, and it seemed that he would not live long.

At that time, Zhang Qian had just aborted a fetus. She couldn't bear to leave the baby crying weakly in her arms, so she took him to the hospital overnight.

Blood test, hospitalization. The doctor held the test form and looked surprised: This is a Haitong born in our hospital two months ago!

Zhang Qian looked confused: "What is Haitong?"

After staying in the hospital for more than half a month, Zhang Qian spent several thousand yuan. She had saved up for a long time and was short of another piece of money for good. She asked the doctor what he would do if no one wanted this little Haitong. The doctor told her that although the child's mother had been notified, the mother and family had completely lost contact. If no one wanted this child, he would be sent to an orphanage.

On the day Haitong was discharged from the hospital, Zhang Qian was also absent-minded in picking up the customers and quarreled with the customers one after another. The boss's wife was so annoyed that she wanted to drive her out. She squatted in the back alley and smoked one by one. After smoking half of the bag, she went to the hospital.

A familiar guest forged a certificate of serious work for her. Soon, Zhang Qian took the sea boy back from the orphanage to foster it.

Everyone in the store knew that she had picked up a son, with dark skin and bright eyes. She would be a handsome boy when she grew up.

Zhang Qian would occasionally take Xiaohai to the store, and most of the time he was entrusted to the villagers to take care of him. She only picked him up when she got home from get off work. Xiaohai was very smart and learned a lot of words. He often waited at the entrance of the village with a small flashlight. When he saw Zhang Qian's figure, he ran and pounced on him.

Zhang Qian began to save money seriously. She wanted Xiaohai to study hard and make a name for herself. The mother and son lived in a small bungalow and could hear the sound of the waves distant.

After Xiaohai went to elementary school, Zhang Qian also found a serious job. She saved enough money for the mother and son to live for a few years, and started with an apprenticeship with a chef. Knowing that she was a single mother, the people in the hotel would always give her more care. One year, two years, and more than ten years have passed, and Zhang Qian is already the person in charge of the kitchen of the hotel.

"Several special human women have died recently, right?" Zhang Qian said, "I have heard from my sisters before."

Lei Chi didn't expect to get clues from her and asked casually: "What do you know?"

"It was what I heard when I took Xiaohai to the hospital. It turned out that there were 'special humans' in the world, and I never knew it before. The doctor said that the sentry guides were the largest, and some women who were not working would go to the streets like me, and they still had a lot of money. Because everyone was curious, special humans, special women, is that different from ordinary women?" Zhang Qian smiled, "It's funny, what special or not? Isn't everyone the same for money?"

Zhang Qian heard something from her former sisters.

Many of the sisters in the past went home or looked for other jobs, but a few of them were still living in the hair salon street, and they all bought new stores and became bosses who looked pretty.

There are still secret prostitutes on the street, which are more hidden than before. Guests who come to have fun often have to ask a few secret codes, like underground parties.

No one dares to receive guests who don’t know the code: to the girls, they are strangers and potentially dangerous people.

"The dead women usually pick up ordinary guests, and the fees are not expensive. If the guests pay more, they will follow the guests." Zhang Qian said, "This is very dangerous. If you don't know how to protect yourself, it will easily lead to death."

"What is an ordinary guest?"

“穷,脾气坏,爱打人.”张芊笑了笑,“我以前也碰过这样的人.他们觉得你的每一句话和每一个动作都是看不起他,不狠狠揍你一顿,他就不是个真男人.不过我幸运一点儿,我力气大,能打,我不怕.但别的小姑娘怎么样,那就难说了.”

Lei Chi remained silent.

Judging from the records of the case file, it is indeed easy to see the personality characteristics of the murderer. The way he treats the corpse is very rough and cruel, and seems to be hated. However, this hatred is not specifically targeted at a specific person, it is more like a malice that diverges from a special human female group.

The murderer is full of resentment and murderous intention towards women among special humans. The deceased has a guide and a semi-zombie.
To be continued...