Little green tea is too tempting, deeply trapped in the crazy criticism of ghosts Shura field

Chapter 106: Sharing the Bed with the Unkind (14) Purple Luanwei Flower Again
If what Jiang Dongxu and He Manting said was true, and the character setting given in the copy was the real setting, then her current married status was fictional.

She has no husband.

But Yan Qi exists, their wedding photos exist, and their marriage certificate exists...so her identity as her husband can only be created by Yan Qi, the so-called copy ghost.

The "Yan Jinyue" of Mrs. Yan does not exist.

This would also refute the possibility that the wife "Yan Jinyue" killed her husband "Yan Qi".

It can also be inferred that everything she currently knows was fabricated by Yan Qi, and it is what he wants her to know.

So why?
Yan Jinyue was brainstorming when she entered the elevator. She saw a man following her closely with snow-white hair. She looked and saw that it was Mr. Lin from Room 804 upstairs.

"Mr. Lin, what a coincidence."

The girl had curved eyebrows and a blush on her snow-white cheeks. When she looked at people with a smile, her amber pupils turned watery.

Lin Qi Yan murmured "hmm" softly, lowered his eyes and looked at her with an indifferent expression, still looking gloomy and silent.

The elevator door closed, and there were only two of them in the small space, and awkwardness spread.

Yan Jinyue was thinking whether she should say a few more words, after all, they were on the same floors.

But unexpectedly, the man spoke first: "Do you still want to see the paintings?"

"Huh?" Yan Jinyue didn't expect that Lin Qiyan was the one who took the initiative to bring up this matter.

To be honest, she forgot to ask what happened at his house that night last time, and she had been trying to find a reason to go up there again.

But too many things happened in the past two days, especially finding out that she was not in an ordinary role-playing game, but a horror escape game, and that her husband was actually a ghost. The shock to her was so great that she almost forgot about the "serial murder case" for a moment.

"Mrs. Yan, I have a new painting, maybe you will be interested."

He spoke softly, his extremely pale pupils showing no ripples of emotion, making it impossible to tell his true emotions and...purpose.

Yan Jinyue felt alert.

The previous exchanges were enough to prove that Lin Qi Yan was not the kind of enthusiastic and proactive person. He was so cold when she went to his house last time. Even after the meeting, he didn't even say a polite word to invite her to come back next time. It was not in line with his style to take the initiative to make an invitation when they met in the elevator.

"What kind of painting is that?" She pretended not to notice anything.

"You'll know when you see it." He still had that cold and indifferent attitude.

No, is there such a thing as keeping things in suspense?

What is the difference between this and the "human traffickers" who "lure" children on the street with a piece of candy and take them to some remote alley?
Oh, there is a difference.

The traffickers would smile at you and invite you warmly, fearing that you would not go with him. But he was different, he seemed to be sure that you would go with him.

Yan Jinyue actually suspected that he had ulterior motives, but his appearance made her try to dispel this suspicion.

He was dressed in black today, a black jacket, black pants, and a black cap. His long white hair was tied up casually, low and loose, and the scattered hair on both sides of his face softened his already delicate and beautiful face.

He is tall, thin, and has a carefree temperament, which makes people feel that he came out of a comic book.

How could a beautiful boy in a comic book like this have bad intentions?

"Okay, then I'll reveal the answer later. I'm looking forward to it."

Her eyes were bright, as if filled with infinite expectations.

"Yeah." Lin Qi Yan withdrew his gaze and looked away.

The inner wall of the elevator is reflective, so even if the eyes wander, they will inevitably fall on "her" - the only touch of color in the black and white.

She was wearing a contrasting knitted long skirt today, which outlined her slender waist. There were no labels next to it, so he didn't know what colors they were, but he could feel the beauty.

Not only her, but also the clothes on her body and the things in her hands became colorful in his eyes.

Lin Qiyan suddenly felt that it was meaningless. He shouldn't have planned this to retaliate against Yan Qi. Before the plan even started, he was the first to become impatient. She was so special that his emotions were always involuntarily affected by her.

Really... His eyes froze into frost.

Yan Jinyue suddenly felt that the aura emitted by the handsome comic boy next to her suddenly became cold, but she didn't know why, it was just inexplicable.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but then she held back her question. She was just a neighbor downstairs, at most a tourist who went to his house to see the paintings. He had invited her on his own initiative, and she had no grudge against him. This unreasonable coldness must not be directed at her.

Since it has nothing to do with her, there is no need for her to take the initiative to touch this bad luck, otherwise the situation of being choked and speechless will happen again.

The two went straight to the eighth floor.

Lin Qiyan opened the door, turned around and gave her a look, asking her to follow him in.

It's not sunset yet, and the room is dark. The curtains must be drawn tightly.

When Yan Jinyue stepped into the door, she suddenly had an illusion. This illusion was hard to describe... She was like the wife who sneaked into her lover's house while her husband was not at home.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of this unusual and weird idea, but some things, the more you don't want to think about them, the clearer they will be in your mind.

The person was slow to catch up, so Lin Qiyan turned around and saw her mumbling something at the door. Her expression was twisted and tangled at one moment, and then like a determined warrior going to die.

Did she already know why he called her here?
Lin Qiyan seemed to be thinking about something.

Yan Jinyue finally convinced herself that she had nothing to fear as she was upright, and she looked up to meet the man's strange and scrutinizing gaze.

"What's wrong?" She continued to pretend to be confused.

"It's okay, come in and look at the paintings," he said.

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

Two people, each with their own ulterior motives, tacitly skip over a certain topic, even though they may not be thinking the same thing.

But this is not important.

What is important is "painting".

Among the countless red paintings, the only purple is particularly eye-catching. On the white canvas, the bunch of purple irises is so vivid that it seems that you can pick the flowers from the painting if you walk over.

Not only that, there are bunches of purple irises piled around the frame, looking decadent and withered, not as lively as in the painting.

"Didn't you say you could only see red?"

She turned her head and met his eyes. The smile in her amber eyes was gone, and what was left was endless coldness and scrutiny.

"The paint has color markings," Lin Qiyan replied calmly, "Even if I can't see, I can still draw a picture based on the color markings and light and dark depths."

"What exactly do you want to say by calling me here?" Yan Jinyue stared at him closely, as if trying to see something from his expression.

This purple iris... whenever it appears, it is bound to be associated with the serial murder case. She doesn't believe this is a coincidence.

Lin Qiyan was very satisfied with the girl's quick response.

He suddenly smiled, a bright and dazzling smile appeared on his cold and white face, silently bewitching, but soon subsided.

He bent down to pick up a flower, twisted it on his fingertips, walked slowly towards her, and raised his hand to put it next to her ear.

"You should know that iris field." He leaned over and lowered his voice, like the ambiguous whisper of a lover, or the dangerous hissing of a poisonous snake.

"Why don't you go and see what's underneath."

"Your husband, what is that?"

Everyone should have guessed that some things, such as the death certificate and the photo, which led Jinyue to suspect Yan Qi, were definitely not done by Yan Qi... Then who could it be?

Of course it’s our little white hair!!!

As for why... I will reveal it later. (My dears, I said I will finish it before the winter vacation, so I will not write too many copies, but don't worry, it will not be a hasty ending or a bad ending.)
Besides, my winter vacation is still a month or two away, and our school has a late vacation~