No.14 Disciple: Death Puzzle

Chapter 58 Butterfly
"If it wasn't for Dad, Mom wouldn't have died; if Dad had woken Mom up to go to the supermarket together, Mom wouldn't have died; if Dad hadn't tried to save trouble, Mom wouldn't have died. The days when Mom just passed away , I kept telling myself this. I hate my father, he killed my mother. But I love my father very much, because he loves me very much. On the nights when my mother just passed away, he hugged me with tears every night. Coax me to sleep in my arms. I know he blames himself, he misses his mother, but I still can't help but hate him..."

Zhuo Qingshan stretched out her hand to gently caress An Youlin's face, and moved his face to herself, "I have always obeyed my mother's words since I was a child. I was naughty when I was young and cut my finger. At that time, I was very curious. , I always like to lick things. My mother was afraid that I would lick the wound and it would not heal easily, so she said to me: "Shanshan, the taste of the wound is very bitter. Do you remember the taste of your mother's traditional Chinese medicine? It is bitterer than that. Don’t lick it!’ Therefore, no matter when I was injured in a fight or scratched my fist during boxing practice, I never licked the wound. But is the wound really painful?”

Zhuo Qingshan's hand gently touched An Youlin's fine scar that crossed the right eyebrow, she put her face close to An Youlin's forehead, and the tip of her tongue fell on An Youlin's scar.An Youlin felt a hot itch above his eyebrows.

Zhuo Qingshan sniffed her nose twice, she and An Youlin looked at each other, trying not to cry too obviously.

"It's not bitter at all. Mom is a liar."

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Qingshan leaned on An Youlin's shoulder, the side of her face was wet with rain, she felt dizzy and closed her eyes.When her consciousness was blurred, Zhuo Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief: "I still... have a question... to ask you..."

An Youlin turned his face to the skylight, letting the rain hit the door directly.

"Just now... before I... went to Xijing University, did you... worry about me..." Maybe it was because of being drunk, Zhuo Qingshan had lost the concept of time, but she knew that she hadn't heard it for a long time. An Youlin's answer.But she no longer had the strength to question An Youlin.do you know?After you left, even the butterflies stopped coming.

Butterfly……

Zhuo Qingshan slightly opened her eyes, she was floating in the snow-white thick fog, everything around her was white.She saw a butterfly with translucent wings and a little orange edge flapping its wings and flying in front of her.

When Zhuo Qingshan stretched out her fingers to catch the butterfly, the butterfly suddenly disappeared without a trace.Where did the butterfly go?Butterfly!
Zhuo Qingshan opened her eyes, the surroundings were still white, but she was not standing in the thick fog, but lying on the mattress.Zhuo Qingshan's head hurt a little, she remembered the drinking last night, and vaguely remembered that An Youlin took her to sober up after leaving the small restaurant.

Butterfly?Zhuo Qingshan only remembered that the last thing she heard was related to butterflies, but she couldn't remember the specific things at all.Zhuo Qingshan was so anxious that she punched her leg. The pain made her grin. She originally wanted to ask An Youlin about the Weijin Plaza case five years ago, but she forgot about it.

Zhuo Qingshan sat up and found that she was still wearing last night's clothes and covered with a thin quilt.She looked around and found that it was a white bedroom with only one mattress, and the door and curtains were also white.

Zhuo Qingshan got up and wanted to leave the mattress, but she found a dinner plate on the floor next to it, with a glass of milk, a boiled egg that had been peeled off its shell, and several slices of whole wheat bread.Zhuo Qingshan drank a sip of milk first, ate a few bites of eggs, and then came to the door with a bite of bread.

Zhuo Qingshan opened the door and came to the corridor leading directly to the living room. She found that all the furniture in the living room were covered with a layer of white dustproof cloth.Zhuo Qingshan quickly came to the sofa, she gently shook the edge of the dustproof cloth with her hands, and a puff of dust rose in the humid air.It seems that the house has not been lived in for a long time.

Zhuo Qingshan heard a knocking sound coming from another corridor leading to the living room. She followed the sound and walked towards a door in the corridor. When she came to the white door, she quietly pulled the door handle and opened the door. There was a gap.

The room was spacious and contained a treadmill and sandbags suspended from ceiling brackets.An Youlin, shirtless and wearing shorts, was punching the sandbags. He still had a bluetooth headset on his ear, and the headset was playing fast-paced music. The music was so loud that Zhuo Qingshan, who was outside the door, could vaguely hear it.Zhuo Qingshan didn't want to attract the attention of An Youlin who was practicing boxing, she quietly closed the door and went back to the living room.

Zhuo Qingshan came to the kitchen, it was clean and tidy, the whole kitchen seemed to have only traces of the sink being used.Then she went to the study room, where there were tall bookshelves—of course, this was only Zhuo Qingshan's guess, because those tall, bookshelf-shaped furniture were covered with white dustproof cloths.

An Youlin's toiletries were placed in the bathroom, Zhuo Qingshan subconsciously opened the mirror door, and she found only a few packaged needles inside.How could An Youlin have these things?Could he be suffering from some kind of disease?
Zhuo Qingshan saw the trash can under the sink. There were not many sundries in the trash can. Except for an empty toothpaste box, there were only used needles and needles in it, and no injection medicine was found.

Zhuo Qingshan was worried that An Youlin would find out what she was doing, so she walked out of the bathroom in confusion.Zhuo Qingshan came to the door of another room. What is this room used for... Zhuo Qingshan opened the door, and there was almost nothing in the room.But there are countless photos on the wall. In the center of the wall are the photos of the deceased Zhao Chen and Yang Ping.

With the two deceased as the center, there are many related photos posted around - the big cypress tree in Huangyin Mountain, Xijing Normal University, Feng Xiaojie, Tang Ning's mansion, Hongyu Media... These photos are all connected by line segments, and there are Ann Words written by Youlin.

Zhuo Qingshan's gaze was fixed on a line next to the photo of Huangyin Mountain. That line led to a "?", and the word "man" was written below it.And another line segment of "?" is connected to the photo of the deceased Zhao Chen, and there is also a "?" on the line segment.

Zhuo Qingshan took a few steps back, taking a panoramic view of the photos on the entire wall.But she couldn't sort out her thoughts in these photos and line segments at all. She looked at the "?" marked with the word "man", and guessed that it referred to the night An Youlin and Luo Gang were in Huangyin Mountain. see the man.

Zhuo Qingshan rubbed her dizzy head, remembering the conversation with An Youlin when she was drinking last night.An Youlin did have doubts about the identity of this man.

Zhuo Qingshan found that the photos on the wall to the right of Yang Ping were sparse, but she vaguely thought that it was not because of the lack of relevant clues, but because of other meanings.After thinking for a while, Zhuo Qingshan suddenly realized... "There may be more victims."

The voice came from behind, and An Youlin, who was sweating profusely, put on a vest. "Do you really think there will be more victims?" "What reason does the murderer have to stop?" An Youlin looked at the photos on the wall, "At least so far, we have no clues to prove that the Tangning mansion case is the murderer's last case." .”

An Youlin's tone was so flat as to spoil the plot of a movie, which made Zhuo Qingshan a little upset.

"Why do you react so coldly to the murderer committing the crime again? Don't you worry that someone will be killed again?"

Faced with Zhuo Qingshan's dissatisfaction, An Youlin still said in a flat tone: "I said how worried I am to deceive people. If you don't want to be a victim again, then find a way to find the murderer. There is a saying that you may not like to hear , the more victims appear, the more clues we get directly or indirectly..."

"Then where do we start today?"

An Youlin looked at the time: "It's not yet seven o'clock, and I have to invigilate the exam at 08:30." It turned out that An Youlin emphasized last night that he had something to do the next day and that he had to go to the school to invigilate the exam. "Has Xijing University started the formal exam?"

"Not yet, it's an elective exam. Xijing University's elective exams are not scheduled during the official exam, so I have to invigilate the exam."

"How long will you be invigilating the exam? After the invigilation? How do we check?"

"I said, why are you in a hurry? Can't you ask one question after another? I'll be fine this afternoon. Let's start with "Radesky March". I believe this must have special meaning to the murderer! "

The two agreed to meet in a cafe at two o'clock in the afternoon.

(End of this chapter)