Du Wei and Chen Hui finally packed themselves up and ran over all the way. They were obviously also frightened by the blue smoke and reverberations in the corridor. Du Weijuo was pulling slippers, and one foot was still wearing socks that hadn't been taken off. Chen Hui was wearing Du Wei's big T-shirt, which was upside down. On the front and back, the neck was jammed by the high "neckline", and a large area of ​​bare skin was exposed on the back.

"This is...what's the matter?" Chen Hui stood by the door, looked at the situation inside, and was startled. "Why did it suddenly catch fire?"

Du Wei had a heartfelt distrust towards Li Sinian, he tilted his head and glanced at Fang Daichuan with questioning eyes. Fang Daichuan looked down at the child's gray face, and shook his head slightly at him.

The world is like this, only a sigh.

Niu Xinyan patted the child on the back, staring straight at the air in front of her eyes, there was no life in her pupils. She shook the baby's body and sang a nursery rhyme lowly. It was the tone of their local dialect, which Fang Daichuan couldn't understand. When she sang, her eyes were extremely calm, and her expression did not waver, as if she had died in place.

No matter how nervous Chen Hui was, she realized that something was wrong. She hid behind Yang Song, not daring to look at the small body. The owner of that body was sentenced to death by his biological mother from the moment he was born, and his lingering life is nothing more than a continuation of his state of life over the past ten years. It's just an outsider's view that this process of pushing a young life to the end is clear and cruel.

Du Wei looked around and noticed something was wrong: "Where is Ding Zihui?"

Chen Hui glanced back at him, and stomped his foot fiercely.

Du Wei drew a sigh of relief, "Why are you so fierce? I'm just asking, I have to ask who set the fire after this fire!"

Before he finished his words, he saw that the audience almost immediately turned their heads and glanced at him directly.

Du Wei was somewhat square, looked around, and bit his head and said: "What? Am I wrong? A candle without a combustion aid can be made like this? After all, it is impossible to have anyone else, just that. personal……"

Fang Daichuan and Li Sinian exchanged glances.

Li Sinian bent down and picked up the candlestick that had fallen from the ground. The outer skin of the brass has been blackened, and when I touched it with my hand, the charred ash mixed with a certain greasy liquid, firmly stuck to the fingerprint.

Fang Daichuan squatted down, pulling himself down to the child's level with difficulty, nearly 1.9 meters tall, staring at the opponent's dying eyes and said softly, "Xiquan, do you remember what happened just now?"

The child opened his eyelids and glanced at him, his eyes tired. He thought for a quarter of an hour, then shook his head slightly.

"I'm asleep," his voice was weak and dumb, "was on fire when I woke up."

Fang Daichuan turned his head and looked at everyone's faces, his heart shrank slightly. He is unwilling to speculate on these girls with malicious intent. Yang Song has a straight-forward temper, and feels stunned if he doesn't understand it; Chen Hui is charming and cute, and at the juncture of life and death, he cares whether her boyfriend looks at other girls more; Ding Zihui is gentle and meticulous I will always remember that day when he was in a low mood and lost trust in Li Sinian. It was Ding Zihui who sat with him on the edge of the reef and comforted him.

If it is in an ordinary variety show at this moment, these girls are the most energetic and lovely girls, Fang Daichuan is willing to be fooled by them with flowery smiles at critical moments, willing to look at their little cunning, willing to use his own Get out in exchange for their survival.

But this is a survival game.

Here is a real battlefield.

Fraud, disguise, and even...homicide.

Fang Daichuan didn't want to believe that someone would set fire to a child who fell asleep unguardedly. But the subtle smell of oily smoke in the air and the rapid and violent fire made him believe that it was an ordinary fire incident.

If it is man-made arson, the murderer will never get out of the range of these people. Du Wei and Niu Xinyan were outside in the middle of the night. When he and Li Sinian went up the mountain, the two had been chatting on the mountain for a while, and they probably didn't have time to commit the crime. Excluding himself, Li Sinian, who stayed with himself all night. Who is left?

Only Yang Song, who claims to have been in the room, Chen Hui, who doesn’t know when to go out to capture her boyfriend, and Ding Zihui, who is still missing.

The sky was clearer outside the window, and the unburnt bronze bell made a muffled noise as usual.

It's eight o'clock.

Everyone seemed to have returned to their minds together, and broke free from another solidified time and space. They all looked at the clock in the corner of the room, and then retreated one by one in silence.

There was the sound of everyone coming downstairs from the stairs outside, and Fang Daichuan and Li Sinian stayed last.

Fang Daichuan didn't know what expression to use to face the mother and son. He squatted on the ground, looking at Li Sinian as if asking for help.

Li Sinian sighed, and his right hand stroked Liu Haier anxiously on the top of his head.

He also squatted down.

Fang Daichuan felt a little relieved, thinking that he would comfort Niu Xinyan with gentle words, and thought, it's always my stupid mouth, this kind of thing should be left to you with a delicate mind and high IQ. He thinks simply, people with high IQs are always logical, and they look at the problem appropriately, knowing the core of the problem.

Where did he come to think, Li Sinian knelt down, said nothing, and went straight in: "You can always tell me now, how did your husband die back then?" When he said this, he didn't look down at the child. , But stared directly at Niu Xinyan, her bangs were all pushed up, revealing her smooth and full forehead, her eyes sharp as a knife.

Fang Daichuan awkwardly covered his face with one hand, and quietly stretched out the other hand, tugging at the corner of his clothes.

Niu Xinyan's eyes were a little loose, she slowly swept her eyes over, and Li Sinian's gaze was touched.

"You'd better hurry up, my patience is limited," Li Sinian grabbed Fang Daichuan's messy hand, firmly squeezed his wrist in his palm, and did not move by her, "and the time is coming, it is out of date. Not waiting."

Fang Daichuan’s right hand was actually injured. His entire palm was singed out of a cannon, and there was a red mark on his wrist. Li Sinian shook him with pain.

In the past, she was as shrewd and sensitive as Li Sinian, but now she has not found it.

Fang Daichuan turned his head and glanced at Li Sinian, his eyebrows seemed to be pressed by a surging fire, like an active volcano under their feet, being suppressed by him with boundless ashes, but when his will could not be restrained, he suddenly jumped. A spark comes out.

His eyes are like a cold knife, and his heart is surging.

——Li Sinian is on fire.

This recognition gave Fang Daichuan a strange illusion, as if he saw the invulnerable paladin lift off the armor, exposing the skin inside; seeing the invincible blazing angel with wings on his back gave birth to mortal flesh and blood. Li Sinian, who had always made him unable to see through, would have uncontrollable anger, and sometimes anxious and depressed.

Not only did he look down on others coldly, he also had warm emotions and heavy anger in his heart.

Fang Daichuan had a ridiculously superficial idea at this time. He thought: He is really alone.

The brass clock stood silently in the corner of the room, and the second hand clicked non-stop.

Niu Xinyan let go of her child, covered her face with her hands and started crying.