Chapter 299: Appearance is in harmony but spirit is separate-
Song Weichen seemed to have changed.
She no longer made jokes with Mo Tingfeng, nor rushed to express her opinions. She just listened to him quietly——
The necromancer appeared outside Si Chen's mansion and injured Ye Wujiu; the blood of Xian Xian was found in the Huo Xin Qin at the forest banquet, which is most likely related to the death curse and the corpse ghost king; Du Juan died by hanging in The side hall of the Venerable Mansion, and she was the murderer of Xiao Yu. There were runes related to the necromancer on her ankle when she died; and there was a suspicion of a ghost in Si Chen Mansion.
This time Mo Tingfeng didn't hide anything.
He felt that the reason why he and Song Weichen were like this was because some things had not been explained clearly from the beginning. The reason why he went to meet Qin Xueying at night and stayed out all night was not because of love between a man and a woman, but because he suspected that the person who came to Sichen's house was The woman was not the real eldest princess. She was worried that the banquet in the forest the next day would be a scam, so she rushed to visit her late at night. However, she accidentally fell under the spell of Xinqin and had that kiss with Qin Xueying.
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It's a pity it's too late.
The more Mo Tingfeng spoke, the more silent Song Weichen became.
Now she couldn't listen to those weird and complicated cases. Song Weichen was completely overwhelmed by worries about gains and losses.
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She said nothing and stared blankly at something. Her little face was so pale that it made his heart tremble.
"Wei Wei, I didn't mean to deceive. I did mistook Qin Xueying for you that night and lost control. But after all, with her... it's the truth. I don't know how to face you, so I didn't explain it immediately. It’s my fault.”
Hearing this, Song Weichen's eyes moved slightly,
"You mistakenly recognized me?"
"It's you, I swear. Sang Pu appeared in the illusion that was created when you played the piano in the forest banquet." Mo Tingfeng told the truth.
Song Weichen laughed softly again, feeling that she was on a par with her previous life.
"Mr. Mo, you really have to occupy both the bowl and the pot. Should I give you a banner? Thank you for allowing me to be qualified to appear in the fantasy world."
If it were in the past, Song Weichen would have forgiven him a long time ago and would never take advantage of his inability to control himself due to his confusion. She did not have such a temperament, but this time, for some reason, she was stuck in a corner and couldn't get out.
Maybe love can make people mean, fussy, and possessive.
Maybe love makes people narrow-minded.
……
No, that's not the case.
Song Weichen closed her eyes and shook her head, knowing that her abominable appearance had nothing to do with anyone else. She was simply "sick".
How could she, a graduate of clinical psychology, not know that she was in a typical state of "Anticipatory Grief" - she even remembered the definition: it is a state of coping with an upcoming loss ( For example, the state of sadness that enters in advance when a loved one is separated or the end of a relationship seems to be psychologically preparing for this unchangeable outcome.
It's almost April now, and the Chinese Valentine's Day is only a hundred days away. Their journey together is about to come to an end.
Song Weichen thought she could face this countdown calmly, that she could face "his complete forgetfulness of her" by then, and that she could calmly face his continued love affair with other women in the future, but she was wrong.
She couldn't admit anything.
That's why she fell into a complete emotional dilemma, doubled her anxiety and doubled her pain, but had to bury it deep in her heart. In order to successfully lift his love-killing ban, this must be her only secret.
In the final analysis, the kiss between Mo Tingfeng and Qin Xueying was really a trivial matter. She was just using the topic to vent her inner dissatisfaction with the inevitable and upcoming "loss".
After all, she is selfish,
[Love is a true subset of selfishness. 】
……
Mo Tingfeng could see that Song Weichen was in emotional torment, but he thought that the pain was all due to his and Qin Xueying's "mistakes". He wanted to hug and comfort him but didn't dare - as if they had quietly established themselves in the galaxy. of both sides.
“Wei Wei, what can I do to make you happy?”
After a long while, he asked with difficulty.
Song Weichen smiled sadly,
"Mr. Mo, I really miss the time when I lost my memory. It's so good if I don't remember anything and I won't be in pain."
She lifted the brocade curtain again and looked out. A magnificent light appeared not far away, and she saw that the Ruan Mansion was approaching.
She took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and forced herself to focus only on what was in front of her - but so many things had happened in the past few days, and yet she was here wallowing in self-pity. What on earth was she doing?
"I'm sorry, boss, don't be affected by my negative emotions. You didn't do anything wrong, and you don't need to do anything specifically for me. Let's sort out our emotions and return to the case. Although I don't like Lao Longjing, she is after all Brother Yuheng’s cousin must find her in terms of love, reason and law.”
"And if it is really Du Juan who did it, and she has become the blood puppet of the Necromancer, then this matter is most likely to have the same origin as the death curse on me and the power behind the mask of the Corpse Ghost King, and it is even more necessary to find the source and eliminate the root cause. .”
After her mind was back on track, she remembered a very important detail, then stood up and walked to Mo Tingfeng, squatting down next to her. She dipped her fingers into the cold tea on the soft mat and drew the rough rune shape on the bloody handkerchief.
"The runes on the handkerchief look like this, like a pot-bellied frog. You just said that there is a strange rune on the cuckoo's ankle, right..."
"Exactly this symbol."
As Mo Tingfeng spoke, he calmly pulled up the squatting Song Weichen and sat on the side of the soft mat. She would faint if she squatted for a little longer. He always remembered that this kind of concern had almost become a subconscious conditioned reflex. On the contrary, at this time, Song Weichen was entirely focused on the case and did not notice these small protective actions of Mo Tingfeng.
"It's indeed the same one."
Song Weichen looked at Mo Tingfeng steadily,
"What does this rune mean?"
Mo Tingfeng shook his head. This rune was completely out of the existing spell system. It was indeed like Song Weichen said, like a pot-bellied frog.
"The only thing I am sure of is that this rune must have some connection with the black hand behind the ghost husband case. I have seen it in the wind wall of Grandma Huang's fourth ice field illusion."
"The case of the ghost husband, Grandma Huang? The fourth level of ice field illusion?"
Song Weichen was stunned. She didn't expect that this rune was so deeply involved. She had a bad suspicion in her heart. Could there be something wrong with the puppet in her hand? Is it also related to this rune?
After all, not long after she got this jade pendant, she became the target of the corpse ghost king's mask and the death curse. From this point of view, is this puppet master just a GPS?
But then she rejected this idea. At that time, she was stabbed in the vital point by Ruan Mianmian in the ghost market. In Mo Tingfeng's words, she was already dead and was saved by the puppet energy in the puppet - if it really happened Why bother to put her to death?
That’s all, I can’t think clearly. Song Weichen shook his head and his eyes fell back on the rune she drew.
"What do you think is the use of Du Juan using the blood of Lao Longjing to paint this pot-bellied frog? Will her life be in danger?"
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"Two noblemen, Ruan Mansion has arrived."
The attendant's voice sounded from outside the curtain.
Mo Tingfeng glanced at Song Weichen, and being careful, he wiped off the water-painted runes on the soft mat with a handkerchief, and then stretched out his hand to her,
"Seeing is believing, let's go see the scene together and discuss it later?"
Song Weichen glanced at the hand he extended, then shrank his hand into his sleeve and smiled perfunctorily,
"Boss, please go first. I'll put on my white robe and come right away."
How could Mo Tingfeng not check her resistance? He knew that she was still brooding about the previous incident. However, due to the urgency of the case, he could not comfort her any more, so he could only nod in response without saying a word.
As soon as he came out of the curtain, he saw the little meat ball flapping his short arms in the hands of the attendant for him to hold. There was also a spherical sound barrier on his head. He looked inexplicably happy.
Mo Tingfeng felt relieved, took it and put it on his shoulder, waving his hand to remove its sound barrier.
Fortunately, this little assistant was "sensible" and knew how to ventilate with him when she went back to get the white robe. Otherwise, he and Song Weichen might not have seen each other until now - with her little temper, she might have suffered from heartache.
"Little chic, thanks to you this time."
Mo Tingfeng patted its head gently, and the little meat ball looked impressed, standing on his shoulders and making a gesture with its hands on its hips.
"Dad! Don't worry, I, Shushu, am the palace of immortality for you and your eldest sister, with branches and locks! As long as I'm here, this family will never fall apart..."
Before he finished speaking, the little chic disappeared from Mo Tingfeng's shoulders.
As soon as he turned his head, Song Weichen had already put on his white robe and was standing behind him. It was obvious that she had taken the little meat ball into his puppet.
"Sorry, there are no rules when it comes to the phantom's noise. It makes adults laugh. Let's go."
Song Weichen was wearing a white robe and bowed solemnly. He looked like a young man like Qingfeng, but it was a pity that his eyes looked unmoved, as if his heart was thousands of miles away from him.
"Micro..."
"...Okay, let's go."
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When the two arrived at the gate of the mansion, Ruan's mother had been waiting for them for a long time.
Seeing the two men in black and white robes from Sichen Mansion arriving in person, he felt as if he were meeting his reincarnated benefactor. He wiped his eyes that were already red from crying and personally led them to the courtyard where Ruan Mianmian lived.
It is a single courtyard in the mansion, with a flower pond and water pavilion inside. There is a willow forest around the pond. In the middle of summer, cicadas are chirping in the forest. There is a pond of time planted in the courtyard, where you can enjoy flowers in spring and the moon in autumn. It is very suitable for self-cultivation. Sex, cultivate a quiet and delicate name.
It's a pity that Ruan Mianmian has a skin. If we talk about the true nature of his feelings, I'm afraid he has failed to live up to the beauty of this beautiful garden.
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In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the door of Ruan Mianmian's house. Because Zhuang Yuheng had ordered that the scene be protected and no unauthorized persons were allowed to enter without permission, Ruan's mother stopped here.
"Two adults, Mianmian said goodbye to me in front of me, but disappeared after returning to the room for no reason. She must have been kidnapped by the gangsters. Please two adults, please save my precious daughter!"
Ruan's mother held back her tears, her eyes full of sincere prayers, and she wanted to bow down as she spoke. Seeing Song Weichen was sad, she quickly supported him.
"Madam, don't be anxious. You can go back and rest. We will discuss it after we examine it carefully."
"Crunch——"
While they were talking, the door opened and Zhuang Yuheng poked his head out of the room,
"Are there? Come in quickly!"