(If you find a repetitive or disorderly plot, you can refresh it a few times tomorrow.)

The clerk looked at Huo Baiyuan strangely: "Sir?"

Qin Miao probably guessed Huo Baiyuan's thoughts, and asked the clerk: "Some time ago, a woman died in your store."

When the clerk heard this, his face instantly changed, and he said in a panic, "That person...I found it..."

"Where was she sitting, do you know?"

"Yes, just sit there." The clerk pointed to the corner.

Huo Baiyuan turned his head and took a look, then walked over.

When she came to the seat, the clerk pointed to a chair in the back and said: "At that time, she was sitting here, looking at the door constantly. She should be waiting for someone. I saw that she waited for an hour. Gradually, she I was lying on the table. I saw that she hadn't moved for a long time, so I walked over and wanted to ask her about her situation. Who knows, she has already..."

Looking back on the situation at that time, the clerk still feels lingering fears.

Huo Baiyuan pulled the chair away and sat down. No matter how she imagined she was sitting here and waiting for him, she couldn't imagine how she died silently and without warning.

However, this location happens to be facing the door of the dessert shop, and people who enter the door can be seen for the first time.

Huo Baiyuan sat in the position and glanced left and right. Suddenly, his eyes condensed. He noticed that a line of fine print was engraved on the lower left corner of the table.

He lowered his head and looked carefully, and suddenly saw that the line was Huo Baiyuan's love forever...Ashu.

A book?

Song Lishu?

Huo Baiyuan's pupils shook, and one hand subconsciously grasped the corner of the table, staring at the line of small characters in amazement, doubting whether there was a problem with his eyes.

This line of inconspicuous small print does not seem to be newly engraved, but has been around for a while.

Is this Song Lishu carved here?

Do not!

Huo Baiyuan looked more and more wrong.

This is obviously his handwriting, and it retains his unique habit.

Huo Baiyuan stepped inside, trying to find traces of another man's life in the whole room.

He walked to the closet, opened it, and saw that there was a row of clothes hanging in it. The light and elegant dresses were in the style of the woman in Song Lishu. Then he cares about the shirts, coats, and sweaters, which are obviously men's.

Two couple pajamas were neatly folded and placed underneath.

Judging from everything in the house, she did live here with another man, as warm as a small family.

Looking at Qin Miao, his expression was a little surprised. He never expected that Song Lishu, who has always been gentle and kind, would do such a thing.

Huo Baiyuan walked to the kitchen again, pulled back the cabinet, and saw that there were a few ordinary and cheap plates inside, and two bowls placed side by side, with two pairs of chopsticks sticking aside.

There is no shortage of food, drink and clothing.

Huo Baiyuan closed the cabinet door heavily, raised his eyes, and swept the room around, as if he could imagine how she and the man entered the door together, stood in front of the shoe rack and put on those couple slippers, and how they were together Cooking in the kitchen, sitting face to face at the dining table to eat, after the meal, take a shower, put on the two couples pajamas, and then hug to sleep on that cozy bed.

Fortunately, he thought that she was really calm about herself, but it turned out to be just an illusion.

Huo Baiyuan strode to the side of the bed, suddenly kicked something with his toe, and there was a thud under the bed.

He bent down, put his hand under the bed, and took out an iron box from the bottom of the bed, an ordinary box, nothing new on the outside, but a lock, which was heavy, as if it were full of things.

Huo Baiyuan pulled the lock and couldn't open it. He was not interested in learning more about it. He simply threw the box back under the bed and kicked it.