Sky-high pillow: the chief domineering substitute bride

Chapter 963 Decoy
Wang Xiang's personality has always been calm, and Xia Yuan rarely saw him so excited.

It can be seen that Wang Xiaotu means a lot to him.

"In the news broadcast that day, there was no picture of the deceased, so I didn't expect it to be Wang Xiaotu." Wang Xiang looked sad, "The most regrettable thing is that I haven't invited her to dinner yet. I confessed to her. Even if it was a failed confession."

After hearing this, Xia Yuan could only step forward and pull Wang Xiang to sit down. Seeing him, a big man, burying his face in his palm and crying silently with his shoulders twitching, Xia Yuan felt very sad.

Even if Wang Xiaotu and her were strangers who passed by each other, she would feel sad for her from the bottom of her heart when she heard such bad news, let alone this person was her brother's first love?And it still makes my brother miss it?

At this time, Xia Yuan slowly recalled that Wang Xiaotu was the young waiter she met when she and her brother went to the Emgrand Hotel to attend the engagement ceremony between the impostor and Shu Zihan.

If there was no accident, Wang Xiaotu's appearance would have been forgotten by her, but the strange thing is that as the memory gradually became clear, Wang Xiaotu's shadow also appeared in front of her eyes day by day.

She was a girl who seemed to have a somewhat calm personality. Even if she unexpectedly reunited with her middle school classmates for many years, she didn't make too much fuss. At the workplace, she just greeted her calmly. Then leave your contact information and return to work.

Recalling these details, Xia Yuan couldn't help feeling a different kind of affection for Wang Xiaotu. According to Wang Xiaotu's personality, she really got along well with her brother.

It's a pity that the beauty is unlucky.

The murderer who killed Wang Xiaotu is too hateful.

Xia Yuan took out a tissue, handed it to Wang Xiang, and comforted her:

"Brother, the deceased is gone. Wang Xiaotu is indeed a good girl. It's a pity that we missed her. Don't be too sad. I believe that a calm and calm girl like her may also persuade her if she sees this scene. Don't be too sad."

Wang Xiang pulled out his face from the palm of his hand, took the tissue handed over by Xia Yuan, wiped away the tears on his face and said:
"I understand, it's just that I have too many regrets. You don't know, when I was in school, the breakfast money my adoptive parents gave me, I often gave it to an old grandfather who had been begging there for many years at the school gate, Wang Xiaotu Knowing that I was hungry, I often brought an extra boiled egg from home for me to eat."

Memories are good.

Wang Xiang's thoughts began to enter the happy time when he was young, seemingly poor, but actually happy.

Everything at that time was simple and beautiful.

Whether it is the heart of a teenager or a girl, or a life full of infinite possibilities in the future.

But the reality is cruel.

Now that Wang Xiang has found his biological parents, he is no longer afraid of being hungry, but the girl he is so attached to has to withdraw from his life.

"Brother, it's enough to have such a beautiful youthful emotion once. Isn't it? Put it in the memory, the picture will be more beautiful, and the taste will be more mellow!"

Xia Yuan knew that the best way was to let Wang Xiang speak out, no matter what to say, as long as there was talk and vent, it was better than being stuffy in the stomach.

In fact, Xia Yuan has another question in her heart. After all, Wang Xiaotu and Wang Xiang have been separated for so many years, and their lives must have changed...

Three days later, it was the farewell ceremony for Wang Xiaotu's body.

Holding the newspaper, Wang Xiang pointed to the obituary column on the newspaper and said:

"Sister, the Royal Hotel specially rented the mourning hall in the cemetery to hold a farewell ceremony. I want to see her off for the last time."

"I'll go with you!"

Xia Yuan was afraid that something would happen if Wang Xiang couldn't restrain herself, so she volunteered to speak up.

"it is good."

Wang Xiang also felt that it would be awkward for him to go alone, and it would be good to have his sister with him, so he nodded and agreed.

After all, some seemingly invisible emotions only exist in the thoughts of both parties. If one party has never confessed, and the two parties have never been together, it would be too eye-catching for Wang Xiang to suddenly appear as an old friend.

Because it was going to the cemetery, and Wang Xiang made a temporary decision after reading the obituary in the newspaper, Xia Yuan's red Maserati was obviously not suitable for driving to the cemetery with a sad atmosphere. She asked Zhao Xiaohua to call a company's black car casually .

But because it was a temporary decision to travel, Zhao Xiaohua did not arrange this item in Mr. Xia's travel schedule, so he only called a black Hyundai SUV.

Sitting in this low-key car, Xia Yuan and Wang Xiang came to Hongfu Garden.

There were quite a few employees from the Dorsett Hotel. It seemed that the hotel was quite generous this time. It rented two luxury buses to bring all the employees who could participate in the condolence ceremony here, so the scene was quite lively.

Xia Yuan and Wang Xiang were both wearing black suits and sunglasses, and the car they were riding in today was very low-key and didn't look garish at all, so they didn't attract anyone's attention.

The official condolence ceremony didn't start until ten o'clock. Relatives and friends at the scene arrived one after another. Apart from some sincere sobs and condolences, there were naturally some people at the scene who regarded it as a gathering and were full of gossip.

"For a murderer with necrophilic tendencies, he will repeatedly relive the good feeling of getting along with this corpse, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

In this case, the murderer had no choice but to throw her body into the wild because he could not preserve the body for a long time, but once he saw the relevant condolence news in the newspaper, he would definitely come to the scene to appreciate his spoils for the last time, so , what you have to do today is to carefully observe the guests present, and if you find anything unusual, report it in time. "

Professor Anderson led a number of policemen in plain clothes and mixed into the crowd of condolences.

It turned out that the obituary in the newspaper was a bait for the police to stimulate the murderer to come to the scene. Now that the bait is released, it depends on whether the fish will take the bait.

"Professor Anderson, are you sure the murderer will come to the scene? Isn't he afraid of killing someone and throwing away his body?"

A policeman following Professor Anderson asked uncertainly.

"The character traits of perverted serial killers are absolutely different from those of ordinary impulsive murderers. There are criminal genes hidden in their brains. Killing is just a way to satisfy their inner desires. They value human life just like you and me. .

In our eyes, human life is precious and worthy of respect, protection and praise, but for this kind of perverted killer, human life is just a bridge and a tool for them to achieve their desires.Observe carefully, there will be gains. "

After Professor Anderson finished speaking, a policeman who had just been dispatched by him came over with a few pieces of printing paper, with a serious expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)