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

Chapter 99: Sharing a Bed with Others (7) Perhaps she was wrong

Yan Jinyue suspected that her husband was the serial killer.

It's ridiculous.

But, there are traces.

The first is the profile of the suspect released by the police: male, between 25 and 30 years old, successful in his career, highly educated, tall, thin, and calm and composed.

The second is that the latest victim was the bad guy who broke into the house that night. She will never forget those cloudy and vicious eyes.

And the third...

Yan Jinyue looked at the purple hibiscus flowers that suddenly appeared on the dining table. It was clearly not winter yet, and even after a rainstorm, the sun was warm, but she felt as if she was soaking in ice water in the dead of winter.

It is bone-chilling and extremely intoxicating.

She had been observing him these past few days, but there was nothing abnormal about him, so much so that she even suspected that she was overthinking it. Slowly, she began to feel relieved.

Until today, this bouquet of purple hibiscus flowers was served on the table.

"Today's lunch is fried pork liver with yam, salted duck, stir-fried beans, blanched lettuce, and tomato and egg soup."

The man came out of the kitchen, wearing a pink apron with cute cartoon patterns on it. He smiled gently, his eyebrows were clear and elegant, and a little bit of sunshine dotted the ends of his hair, showing a soft chestnut color.

"Do you need more food?"

Yan Jinyue shook her head. "It's already enough. There are only two of us. We can't finish any more."

"Okay, go wash your hands first." Yan Qi agreed and turned to go into the kitchen to serve the food.

On the way to the bathroom, Yan Jinyue looked back every few steps, looking at the hardworking, virtuous, gentle and handsome man. The only time he got angry was at night, but it was just a romantic affair between husband and wife. How could he be a murderer?
She bit her lower lip and went to wash her hands. While eating, she couldn't help but ask about the bunch of purple phoenix tail flowers: "Why did you think of bringing flowers back?"

"There is a field of Luanwei flowers on the hill behind the school. I happened to pass by it today and asked someone. It is for commercial use. I was told that I could pick a bunch myself for a fee. I thought it was very beautiful and wanted to give it to you."

He spoke slowly, without any flaws in his words.

"Really?" Yan Jinyue looked very interested, her eyes sparkling, "I want to pick them too."

"Sure, tomorrow is Sunday and you don't have to go, so you can go."

"OK."

Yan Jinyue happily agreed and buried her head in eating.

Her mood now is very complicated, like a table of seasonings spilled, with all kinds of mixed feelings.

She suspected Yan Qi was the murderer, but she didn't want to doubt him. After all, this husband was really good. Even though she knew she was in a role-playing game, she was moved.

Now that she is with Yan Qi, her mentality is no longer to carefully play the role of someone else, but she really regards herself as this wife.

After lunch, as she had no work on Saturday, Yan Jinyue wanted to go shopping. However, when the warm sunshine shone on her, she felt lazy and just wanted to stay at home and sleep.

Yan Qi placed a small tea table and a furry single-person soft recliner for her on the balcony, and put some cakes, snacks and fruit tea on the table.

She lay on the recliner, half awake and half asleep, eating a snack, drinking fruit tea, and occasionally reading a chapter or two of the half-finished novel.

Yan Qi is working in the study.

A comfortable life really eats away at one's rationality and vigilance. She put the murder case and the phoenix tail flower behind her and fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up, the sun had already set, and the sky was painted with a drunken orange-red color.

She rubbed her eyes, got up and went to the study to find Yan Qi, but found that the study and bedroom were empty.

He went out without telling her, which was not his style unless there was something he didn't want her to know.

Yan Jinyue's alarm bells immediately rang and she ran to the door, only to find that his shoes were basically still there.

There are two possibilities: one is that he is still at home, and the other is that he went out wearing only slippers.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he was wearing a pair of shoes that she didn't know about.

Just as Yan Jinyue transformed into Sherlock Holmes and brainstormed, a shadow enveloped her.

"Wife, what are you doing?" The man's puzzled voice came from above his head.

Yan Jinyue, who was squatting on the ground holding a pair of men's shoes in one hand, slowly raised her head, met a pair of dark eyes, and pulled the corners of her mouth awkwardly.

"You're home?" she was surprised.

"Where else would I be if I'm not at home?" the man asked helplessly.

"But I couldn't find you just now." She put down her shoes, stood up, and dusted her palms. "I'm in the study room. Didn't I tell you before that I was going in to study the ancient silk book?"

Yan Jinyue thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he did mention it before she fell asleep, and when she went to the study just now, she didn't think of looking for that compartment.

"Okay." She pursed her lips and said, "What's inside your cubicle? I hid by the door last time and didn't go in to see what it was like."

"Do you want to go in and take a look now?" the man laughed.

"Is it really okay? Will it... involve your privacy and be inconvenient?" She blinked her watery eyes.

"Of course." Yan Qi rubbed her hair. "You are my wife. I have no secrets from you. Besides, this is not a secret. It's just that I prefer to work in that kind of environment."

There are no secrets...

Yan Jinyue's heart felt like it was touched by a feather, and it softened slightly.

Maybe she was really wrong.

It was all just her imagination.

Many people fit the profile of the suspect; even if the victim was the bad guy, it cannot be said that Yan Qi committed the crime, as red paint is just red paint.

She said "Oh" and followed him into the quaint stone corridor.

She had thought it was an ancient tomb before. In fact, the end of the corridor was indeed an ancient tomb. To be more precise, it was -

"This is a one-to-one reconstruction of a tomb I once visited. Everything here is a replica, not the real thing."

"Even if it's not the real thing, making one... must cost a lot of money!" Yan Jinyue looked around, stunned and amazed.

It seems that her husband is really a hidden rich man.

The office place that Yan Qi mentioned is a bluestone table in the center of the tomb. The table and chairs are antique-style, but the writing utensils on it are modern.

The lights here are all beads on the top of the tomb, a bit like the ancient night pearls.

“It’s not such a big deal. It’s just a replica of a lamp.” Yan Qi said with a smile.

"It's so realistic." Yan Jinyue exclaimed, "You are worthy of being an archaeologist. Your office is in the tomb. Aren't you scared?"

"Afraid?" Yan Qi was obviously stunned when asked this question. After a while, he chuckled and said, "Maybe, I was afraid a long time ago, but I can't remember it now. I'm used to it."

"A long, long time ago? I've only heard this in fairy tales." Yan Jinyue raised her eyebrows and clicked her tongue.

Yan Qi said with a vague meaning: "Maybe, it's not just a fairy tale."

Yan Jinyue didn't hear this sentence clearly, so she said "Huh?" and asked again: "What did you just say?"

"Nothing, I like working here, it's just an occupational disease."

“It’s quite atmospheric.”

"Yeah, it has a nice atmosphere." The man put her between him and the bluestone table, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes dark.

Yan Jinyue's waist was stuck on the edge of the table, unable to move up or down, which made her feel uncomfortable.

Yan Qi must have seen it, so he held her waist and carried her to sit on the stone table.

His fingers stroked her ears, they were cold, and Yan Jinyue trembled.

He chuckled and whispered in her ear. I thought it was a flirtation, but it turned out to be: "My wife came to me just now... Did she want to confirm whether I went out to kill anyone?"

In an instant, Yan Jinyue's brain crashed.

Ask - what are you asking for, everyone knows.

It's been very busy lately. Last night, the rooftop of a residential building next to our school caught fire. Half the sky was red. It was so scary.

Thinking back to the copy of "Skyscraper", what was written and what was actually seen were very different. The real fire was so terrifying.

In this dry winter, we must first keep warm and drink plenty of water. Second, we must pay attention to fire prevention as the weather is dry.

I hope everyone is safe, healthy and happy every day!
I have created a Weibo account: Zhuozhiyouyu. You can also visit me on Weibo to play.

Later I might post some imaginative little plays on it, or maybe just my own random thoughts.

Please, please release it soon, the child is really about to break and can't hold on any longer~