She nodded.

He was surprised and smiled knowingly. His grandmother was a master of program. This thing was a fantasy in the eyes of ordinary people, and it was just a matter of knocking on her with fingers.

"Tell me the number, I'll send someone to check it right away."

She reported a string of numbers, and he took it down and walked aside to make a phone call.

The cold wind whistled by the rooftop of the building under the setting sun. Qiu Yinan pulled the scarf around her neck, and held the cup sideways from the notebook to the palm of her hand. While sipping the fragrant flower tea in the cup, she squinted her eyes and admired the last bit of sunset that gradually sinks.

The dusk is getting darker, and a faint crescent moon appears vaguely.

After Ning Juexi called and saw that most of her little face was buried in a scarf, she took off her coat and put it in her arms: "It's cold outside, let's go into the house."

"Computer." She looked at the notebook on the table before leaving.

He reached out and took the notebook, hugged her and got down from the attic, and came to the warm room. She took off his coat and took it to the hanger to hang it.

Ning Juexi hasn't seen any movement for a long time. He raised his eyes and saw her petite figure standing in front of the clothes hanger. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, but it seemed that his soul had left his body.

His body was pulled into a warm arms, his fingertips rubbed her cheeks, and his voice was low: "Is you still worried about your sister?"

She paused for a while, and the emotions between her eyebrows were not very high, but she nodded slightly: "Hua'er and I are twins, but she has no defensive ability to the outsiders and the world. I can't think of who lied to her! What is the purpose? Do you want money? Why don't you call to ask for ransom? If it's not for money, why is it for? I really can't figure it out."

"I've already sent someone to investigate the number, and I'll have to wait for news." He looked at her, his eyes stopped on the small petals at the corner of her lips, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and his low voice became hoarse: "In addition, tell me the few objects you suspect, and I'll find someone to investigate one by one to see if there are any breakthroughs and progress."

The object of suspicion...

Qiu Yinong thought to himself and said slowly: "The most likely three people are three, An Qian, Bo Yanxi, and..." She didn't continue.

He asked, "Who else?"

She glanced at him and said word by word: "There are Qin Shangshang."

His voice became a little darker: "Thick."

She chuckled, her tone became lighter: "Don't you believe it?"

He looked at her simple face, swollen eyes, and blood-colored lips. He paused and said slowly, "I believe it as long as you said it."

She looked at him and smiled leisurely: "Then let your people investigate these three people first."

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His back was still so straight and noble, with elegant and calm steps. She looked silently, her hands hanging beside her tighter and tighter.

He seemed to be very good at calling. After she came out of the shower, he was still whispering in front of the window. She walked over and he just finished calling. She turned around and raised her lips slightly: "The phone number was found. It was a female college student. The other party said that four days ago, a man and a woman asked her to borrow a cell phone on the street, saying that the cell phone was stolen. She didn't care at that time, so she borrowed it. The time was about one minute you said. Regarding your appearance, the female college student said that she was just a hurry and couldn't remember it very clearly."

Qiu Yinan accepted calmly, just as she expected, since she had a careful plan, it was naturally impossible to leave any clues.

She stuffed him a brand new nightgown that Bo Yanxi had not worn from the cloakroom, and said softly: "Go to take a shower and prepare to rest. You haven't closed your eyes for a day and a night. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it."

He looked at the quietness between her eyebrows and eyes, and listened to her careless tone everywhere. He knew that her mood must be overwhelming at this moment, and he was also ready to comfort her, but it shouldn't be like this, she shouldn't be like this, she didn't need to hide it in front of him.

In a vague way, she turned back to the original autumnal atmosphere, the thick armor on her back, the more turbulent the waves, the calmer the autumnal atmosphere.

"Can I tell me where I feel uncomfortable."

She was stunned for a moment before she realized and smiled leisurely: "I don't feel uncomfortable, I just feel tired. Go and take a shower quickly, I'll wait for you to sleep together."

The folds between his eyebrows became deeper, and then he responded, took his nightgown and turned into the bathroom.

After he agreed to wait for him, Ning Juexi came out after taking a shower. The desk lamp in the bedroom was spread softly on the bed, and his black hair was scattered on half of the pillow like seaweed. His back was facing him, breathing regularly, and he looked like he was asleep.

He pulled the quilt open and lay in, kissed her white and small auricles. She didn't move, as if she was sleeping heavily.

After turning off the desk lamp, he carried her into his arms in the darkness. She hugged in his arms like a gentle little rabbit, sleeping soundly. The only difference was that her hands were always tightly clenched and did not stretch out all night, as if she was in a defensive state.

That night, the autumn is a good dream. I swallowed sleeping pills before going to bed, so how could I not have a good dream?

There was still a nightmare coming in the morning. She woke up in cold sweat and seemed to hear a low voice. She squinted her eyes to find the source of the sound. He stood in front of the window, and opened a foot wide curtain in front of him. The sunlight slipped in through the cracks in the curtains, like a ray of light in the dark.

Ning Juexi turned around and saw her sitting on the bed with her eyes wide open and looked at him. She couldn't help but walk over and sit by the bed, and wiped the fine sweat beads from her forehead with her fingertips: "Have you had a nightmare?"

"Is there any news?" She tightly grabbed the sleeve of his nightgown, as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw.

"No." He vomited a faint breath on her face: "Thick, it's only been a night. Even the powerful people who have no clues and clues will have to peel off their threads when facing no clues and clues, investigate slowly, give me some time, huh?"

Give him some time, who can give him some time? The longer he delays, the greater the danger. Qiu Yinan cannot tell him this. So what can he do if he says it? She can only wait for news here?

Nothing can be done, nothing can be found.

If you want to blame, you can only blame her for being useless, and you can only blame her sister for being incompetent. She lost Huaer at the age of ten and found her at the age of twenty-six, but she lost her sister after only a year.

This time, the situation is different from the last time. That time, Bo Yanxi, the guardian saint, is here. This time, the painting... Maybe there is a lot of danger...

The more she thought about it, the more she became more and more scared she secretly twisted her thighs and told herself not to be discouraged, not to be discouraged, and not to be distracted.

Before everything goes wrong, no news is good news.

After breakfast, Qiu Yinong looked at the blue sky outside the window and said, "I want to go see my mother."

"I'll accompany you." He took her scarf, wrapped her tightly, and drove to the cemetery himself.

They had been there once, and they had their own thoughts. She didn't even let him go to worship him. This time, he prepared very well and took out a storage box from the back carriage.

"What's inside?" Qiu Yinong took the flowers he bought on the road and looked at the gray storage box that looked heavy in his hand in surprise.

"I always have to bring something when I see my mother-in-law." He looked at her deeply, put his waist on her waist and walked through the layers of tombstones, and came to Qin Yingying's tombstone accurately.

The scene in front of me was a bit astonishing. Two middle-aged men in their forties were busy working behind the tombstone wearing work gloves. They were wearing two people's clothes on the side, looking like work clothes.

Qiu Yinan ran forward with her legs trembling and her voice changed: "What are you doing?!!"

The two staff members were stunned, wiped the sweat from their faces and looked at Qiu Yinan. They didn't stop and continued to apply cement: "Someone sneaked in yesterday and almost dug this grave. Fortunately, there were security guards patrolling in the garden, otherwise this grave would definitely not be like this today."

Digging... grave?

Ning Juexi's face was gloomy, with a gloomy and coldness: "Who did it?"

The two staff members were frightened by Ning Juexi again. One of them drooled and said, "No, I don't know, we are just ordered to come and repair the grave. Please ask the principal for the others."

Ning Juexi looked at Qiu Yinong. Qiu Yinong stared at the cement gap that had a cracked corner, and spoke in a trembling voice: "How is it destroyed? Is there anything wrong with the ashes?"

"I heard that I found it in time last night, and there was no loss. The urn is fine. Are you family members?" said the elderly staff member.

Ning Juexi held Qiu Yi's soft body and nodded lightly.

Seeing that the two staff members had nothing to say, they buried their heads in their work. In a short while, they filled the corner with the color of the cement, except that the color of the undried cement was different from the old ones.

Put the flowers in place, Qiu Yinan knelt down, untied the scarf on his neck and slowly wiped the dust on the tombstone, and whispered: "I'm sorry, mom, it's me that I didn't protect you well, and I've been here to disturb your rest."

Next to it, Ning Juexi took incense, candles, offerings, and paper money from the storage box and put them out one by one.

Although his posture is not skilled, he is full of sincerity and does a good job.

There was no wind today. He quickly ordered paper money with a lighter and knelt down beside Qiu Yinong, his thin lips squirming and he didn't know what he was saying.

After the paper money was almost burned, he reached out and stroked her cheek: "Let's go to the principal to find out what happened last night."

"You go, I want to wait alone with my mother." She shook her head gently, did not get up, and looked at the quiet and peaceful photo of her mother on the tombstone.

He looked at her quietly: "I'll come when I go, don't run around, just wait for me here."

The man's figure gradually left, and her straight kneeling posture slowly faded away, and her hands on the ground tightened little by little.

Who is it, who is so vicious that he harassing his mother's rest? A while ago, he was damaging his mother on the Internet, which attracted a lot of insults from netizens. This time he was digging...the grave again!

I dare not think about these two words, and I dare not imagine the consequences.

A gust of wind blew, and paper money burned to ashes flew. She closed her eyes in a conditioned manner, then opened her side and walked over to her. She was about the same age as hers, dressed very fashionablely, but the expression on her face was sad, holding the bright blooming azaleas in her hand.

There is no azalea in this season. Qiu Yi couldn't help but stand up and gave a talisman to the boy, thinking that the boy was passing by to another tombstone. Unexpectedly, the boy stopped in front of his mother's tombstone, first placed the azalea in front of the mom, and then knelt down and started crying.

He was sobbing and crying that he was extremely sad.

Qiu Yinong was a little shocked by this scene and walked up to remind him: "Sir, have you recognized the wrong person? This is my mother's tomb."

The boy turned his head and looked closer and found that there were tears on his face, but the sadness on his face was clearly squeezed out on purpose, which was not as false as possible.

"I'm not right. Isn't this Qin Yingying's tomb? Don't disturb me crying." The boy said to the person next to him, "Come on, keep shooting, it's so cold here. Let's go eat hot pot later."

Qiu Yinong then noticed that there was a boy holding a small camera next to him, concentrating on the whole process.

A word suddenly popped up in my mind: full-time cried graveman.

It is reported on the Internet that in real life, there is a group of people who are professional grave crying people. Some people cannot come back from other places or abroad, so they ask some full-time grave crying people to worship at the tombs of their relatives. The grave crying people will take videos and send them to customers to get the corresponding rewards.

Qiu Yi Nong had only heard of it online or on TV before. This was the first time I saw the real thing, but it happened to her mother. She immediately walked up and pulled the boy who was about to fall into the crying grave: "You don't need you here, who sent you here, get out!"

The boy who cried in the grave stopped doing it and stared at him, "Hey, you are really a person. We are collecting money and eliminating disasters for others. I must cry for this grave, otherwise I won't get the money."

Another cameraman lay down in the ear of the boy crying in the grave and said something. The boy crying in the grave and got up, and didn't care about Qiu Yinan's unreasonableness, patted his butt and prepared to leave.

Qiu Yinong stepped forward and blocked their way: "Who sent you?"

The camera boy looked at the crying boy, and the crying boy stubbornly said, "This is the customer's secret, how can I tell you casually."

Qiu Yinan turned his breath: "Okay, since you are opening the door to do business, do you have a business card? Will I ask you to pick you up next time?"

"Come on, pick up, who doesn't make money?" The crying boy immediately smiled and handed over a business card neatly.

After seeing it, Qiu Yinong stuffed it into her coat pocket and returned to the tombstone.

This time she carefully looked around the tombstone. I remember that when she came, she saw traces of worship in the corner of the tombstone. It must be the masterpiece of this cried graveman. As for the person behind her, she wanted to check it.
To be continued...