Li Qing gave a slight meal at his feet and asked in a deep voice, "what's your colleague's... Name?"

"Ah?" Yang Xixi twisted his small head and looked at Li Qing blankly, "Shang Xiong."

"Shang Xiong..."

"What's the matter?"

Li Qing took back her eyes from a distance: "nothing."

Yang Xixi's pretty face changed slightly, bowed his head and said, "Shang Xiong and I used to work in a group. I was responsible for interview and writing, and he was responsible for video photography. Originally, our colleagues had a good relationship, but..."

Li Qing stared at Yang Xixi like a quest, as if she wanted to find a trace of a lie from her beautiful face. It's a pity that Yang Xixi didn't look up from beginning to end.

"She pursued me later and I refused." Yang Xixi stroked his hair with some annoyance. "It's really embarrassing to meet just now. After all, I haven't seen you for so long..."

"You tell me so much about what to do, it's like I'm interrogating you." Li Qing smiled casually, wiped Yang Xi's side and pushed up the shopping cart. "Did you buy these things?"

Yang Xixi quickly ordered a little head: "yes."

"Let's go," said Li Qing, pushing the shopping cart to the checkout counter, while Yang Xixi followed.

Until the checkout, the two people talked again, but the dispute was who paid for the checkout.

"When I came to your house for dinner, I should have bought vegetables. What can I argue about?"

Yang Xixi ignored it and directly took out his wallet: "you come to help me. Of course, you want me to invite you to dinner."

"You..."

Li Qing wanted to talk again, but Yang Xixi suddenly raised his small head and stared at him: "I know you don't need these money. Why? Look down on me?"

"OK, please, please." Li Qing reluctantly raised his hand and finally patted Yang Xixi's small head like a child.

Yang Xi paid the money with satisfaction. The two men walked out of the supermarket with big and small bags of things.

Li Qing opened the trunk, put in the fresh vegetables he bought, and then walked around to the front with Yang Xixi and got on the car.

"I find you are really stubborn sometimes."

"I already owe you so much. I don't want to go too far." Yang Xi twisted his hands and muttered with a small mouth.

"Well, if so, you can feel more comfortable and free." Li Qing reluctantly nodded, started the car and drove in along Qianshan Road.

A few minutes later, the car stopped outside the apartment building at 161 Qianshan Road.

Li Qing gets out of the car and opens the trunk to get vegetables. Yang Xixi also comes to help. Li Qing couldn't resist her, so she had to carry some light things, and then the two went upstairs together.

This is an old-fashioned apartment building with eight floors and no elevator. Li Qing looked around and preliminarily estimated that the building must be at least 20 years old.

Yang Xixi's home is at the middle gate on the sixth floor, that is, room 602.

"How long have you lived?" Li Qing asked casually as he went up the stairs.

"More than two years," Yang Xixi replied, "there's no way. There's an inch of land and an inch of gold in the north of Hong Kong. Such a place still charges me 3000 ocean rent every month."

Li Qing said carelessly, "I have many houses there. If you need to say something, I'll give you one."

"Alas, it's nice of rich people to open their mouth casually, which is something I can't earn all my life." Yang Xi Xi turned his eyes, "You'd better save it. I don't want to be treated like this. If someone finds out the news and sends it to the newspaper one day, they think I'm your junior. Just the public opinion atmosphere near Hong Kong doesn't peel me clean inside and outside."

Li Qing said with a smile: "reporters are also afraid of this?"

"As long as it's a person, I'm afraid." Yang Xixi took a deep look at Li Qing, stepped up the last step, and breathed a long sigh of relief, "here it is!"

Li Qing, Yang Xi Xi's home, had been here not long ago, so he was familiar with it. It was almost six o'clock in the evening, and the sun had set. There were dim yellow bulbs in the corridors on the lower floors, and the light seemed to be wrapped in a layer of dust, which made people feel very uncomfortable. But on the sixth floor, the bulbs in the corridors didn't light up, and it was dark everywhere.

"Why isn't the corridor light on?" Yang Xi muttered. "This building is too old to install voice controlled lights. Wait a minute. Be careful. Don't trip your feet. I'll find the switch."

Yang Xixi grabbed the handrail of the stairs with one hand, slowly moved to the wall leading to the seventh floor, and then fumbled on the wall for a while.

"Found it." with Yang Xi's voice, she also pressed the light switch on the wall. "Pa Da" made a light sound, and all around was bright for a moment.

As soon as Yang Xixi turned around and saw his house door, he couldn't help but be stunned: "who pasted so many newspapers on the door?"

Li Qing stared at the messy newspapers pasted on the door and couldn't help frowning slightly. His eyes moved slowly downward and saw a pool of dried blood on the concrete floor in front of the door.

Before he could speak, Yang Xixi rushed forward and tore off the newspaper on the door.

"Ah!" with a scream, Yang Xixi fell to the ground, and then staggered back. Li Qing quickly reached out and grabbed Yang Xixi's arm to hold her.

On the door panel of the torn newspaper, there were several red blood fingerprints!

"Who, who did this..." Yang Xi covered his mouth with his jade hand. He sobbed low because he was too frightened.

Li Qing patted Yang Xixi's back, put the things in his hand aside, and then stepped forward and tore down all the newspapers on the door panel.

There are seven fingerprints, from bottom to top, three on the left and four on the right, which are evenly distributed like footprints. Close to the light smell, you can smell a faint smell of blood.

Li Qing can imagine that after his hands were stained with blood, someone squatted on the ground and printed his fingerprints from bottom to top. There were several dried blood droplets next to the blood stain on the ground, which should be caused by the blood dripping at that time.

Li Qing turned his head and looked at Yang Xixi. He stretched out his hand and drew on the blood stain near the door: "is the dead cat you said before in this position?"

"Yes." Yang Xixi calmed down a little and nodded hurriedly when he heard Li Qing's questions. "Right here, I saw it as soon as I opened the door in the morning. At that time, I was so scared that I didn't care to clean up. I fell on the door and ran away."

"Oh." Li Qing nodded slightly, "but now the dead cat's body is gone."

Yang Xixi's face was pale: "will he be taken away by that pervert again?"

"It's possible." Li Qing stepped back, stared at the blood fingerprints on the door and gently rubbed his chin. "Who posted the newspaper?"

While the two were talking, there was a loud noise in Room 601 around them. Immediately, the door slammed open, and a woman with disheveled hair broke out.

Li Qing was startled, and then stepped back two steps in front of Yang Xixi.

As soon as the woman lifted her hair and held the plastic comb in her hand, she pointed straight at Yang Xixi and scolded: "little girl, film! You really dare to come back! It's just that you make trouble outside. Even the neighbors suffer with you! You can live if you can. If you can't, get out now. Don't find trouble for me here!"

A man's voice came from the room: "come on, come on, it's not easy for a little girl. Don't say a few words."

"Shut up, you don't have the right to talk." the woman turned her head and continued to scold, "how much money do you take home every month? Dare you ride on my neck to shit and pee? If I were as soft as you, I wouldn't be able to live!"

Behind him was a man's long sigh, which immediately stopped talking.

Li Qing was stunned by the woman's shrewdness, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help pulling fiercely: "who are you...?"

Yang Xixi hid behind Li Qing and carefully replied, "neighbor."

The woman stared at Li Qing: "who are you? Boyfriend?"

Before Li Qing responded, the woman had turned around, stretched out her hand and pulled into the door, forcibly pulling out a seven or eight year old boy.

"Look, look! My son has scared you! Today you must compensate my family for mental loss, or I'll call the police. It's not over!"

The little boy in the woman's hand had a mushroom head, wore a washed white vest, and his lower body was slippers and shorts. He pursed his small mouth and tried hard to earn back, but he was caught too tightly by the woman and his neck was crooked, which was still useless.

"You say, how should this matter be handled?"

The woman kept shouting, which made Li Qing's ears buzzing.

"Eldest sister, eldest sister, take a break first! Take a break first!" Li Qing reached out and made a silent gesture, "can I ask if you posted the newspaper on the door?"

The woman turned her sharp eyes: "nonsense, what if I don't stick it up? Children are scared!"

While talking, Li Qing loosened his hand, and the little boy hurriedly fled into the house. He grasped the door frame tightly with both hands and looked at the door in horror.

When Li Qing saw the little boy staring at himself, he gently smiled at the corners of his mouth: "are you afraid of me, little friend?"

"Don't scare the child!" the woman took a half step sideways, pointed her comb at Li Qing's nose and shouted majestically, "what's the matter? You don't want to be responsible and want to scare my son? I tell you, I'm not easy to mess with!"

Li Qing helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose. His attention had to be shifted from the little boy to the woman in front of him.

"Elder sister, you misunderstood me. I really didn't mean that." Li Qing turned his head and looked at the blood fingerprint on the door. "I have to thank you. If you didn't help us paste it with newspaper, I wouldn't have caused much trouble."

This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.