Chapter 99: Sharing the same bed is not human (7) Maybe she was wrong
Yan Jinyue suspected that her husband was the murderer of the serial murders.
It's ridiculous.
However, there are traces to follow.
The first is the portrait of the suspect released by the police: male, 25 to 30 years old, successful career, well-educated, tall, thin, calm and calm personality.
The second is that the latest victim was the bad guy who broke in that night. She will never forget those cloudy and sinister eyes.
And the third...
Yan Jinyue looked at the purple iris flowers that suddenly appeared on the dining table. It was clearly not winter yet. Even with the beginning of the heavy rain and the warm sunshine, she felt like she was immersed in ice water in the coldest month of winter.
Cold to the bones, extremely ecstatic.
She had been observing him these past few days, but there was nothing unusual about him, so much so that she suspected that she was overthinking it. Slowly, she felt relieved.
Until today, this bouquet of purple lizard flowers was served.
"Today's lunch is fried pork liver with yam, salted duck, vegetarian fried beans, seared lettuce, and tomato and egg soup."
The man came out of the kitchen wearing a pink apron with cute cartoon patterns printed on it. He smiled softly, his eyebrows were clear and graceful, and a little bit of sunlight illuminated the tips of his hair, showing a soft chestnut color.
“Do you need more food?”
Yan Jinyue shook his head, "It's already enough. It's just the two of us. We can't finish it no matter how much we eat."
"Okay, you go wash your hands first." Yan Qi agreed, turned around and went into the kitchen to serve the food.
On the way to the bathroom, Yan Jinyue looked back three times. She looked at that hard-working, virtuous, gentle and beautiful man. The only time he got cruel was at night, but it was just a couple's fun. How could he look like a murderer?
She bit her lower lip and went to wash her hands. While eating, she couldn't help but ask about this bunch of purple luan tail flowers: "How did you think of bringing flowers back?"
"There is a field of luanwei flowers in the back of the school. I happened to pass by it today and asked someone. They are for commercial use. They said that for a fee, you can pick a bunch yourself. I think it is very beautiful and I want to give it to you."
He spoke slowly, with no flaws in his words.
"Really?" Yan Jinyue looked very interested, her eyes sparkling, "I want to pick it too."
"Okay, tomorrow is Sunday, you don't have to work, so you can go."
"Okay."
Yan Jinyue happily agreed and immersed herself in eating.
Her current mood is very complicated, as if she has spilled a table of condiments and has mixed feelings.
She suspected that Yan Qi was the murderer, but she didn't want to doubt it. After all, this husband was really good. Even though she knew very well that she was in a role-playing game, she was really moved.
Now that she is getting along with Yan Qi, her mentality is no longer carefully pretending to be someone else, but she really regards herself as the wife.
After lunch, there was no work on Saturday. Yan Jinyue wanted to go shopping, but when the warm sunshine hit her, she felt lazy and just wanted to stay at home and sleep.
Yan Qi set up a small tea table and a fluffy single soft recliner for her on the balcony. Some cakes, snacks, and fruit tea were placed on the table.
She slept on the recliner, half awake and half asleep, eating snacks, drinking fruit tea, and occasionally reading a chapter or two of the half-read novel.
Yan Qi is working in the study.
A comfortable life really eats away at people's reason and vigilance. She put the murder case and the luanwei flowers behind her and fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, the sunset had already set, and a drunken orange-red color painted the sky.
She rubbed her eyes, got up and went to the study to look for Yan Qi, but found that there was no one in the study or bedroom.
He went out but didn't tell her, which was not his usual style unless there was something he couldn't let her know about.
Yan Jinyue immediately raised alarm bells and ran to the door, only to find that most of his shoes were 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 wore 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 doubtful voice floated from above his head.
Yan Jinyue, who was squatting on the ground with a pair of men's shoes in one hand, slowly raised his head, met a pair of dark eyes, and twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment.
"Are you at home?" she was surprised.
"Where would I be if I wasn't at home?" the man asked helplessly.
"But I didn't even find you just now." She put down her shoes, stood up, and dusted her palms. "I'm in the cubicle of the study. Didn't I tell you before that I wanted to go in and study ancient silk books?"
Yan Jinyue thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he had indeed mentioned it before she fell asleep, and she had not thought of looking for that cubicle when she went to the study just now.
"Okay." She pursed her lips and added, "What's going on in your cubicle? I hid by the door last time and didn't even go in to see it."
"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 moist eyes.
"Of course." Yan Qi rubbed her hair, "You are my wife, I have no secrets from you. Besides, it's not a secret. It's just that I prefer to work in that kind of environment."
No secrets...
Yan Jinyue's heart felt as if it had been touched by a feather, swaying softly.
Maybe, she really thought wrong.
Everything is just her imagination.
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The portrait of a criminal suspect is suitable for many people; even if the victim is the bad guy, it cannot be said that Yan Qi committed the crime. The red paint is just red paint.
She said "Oh" and followed him into the ancient stone corridor.
She thought it looked like an ancient tomb before. In fact, there is indeed an ancient tomb at the end of the corridor. To be precise, it is——
"This is a one-to-one reproduction of a tomb that I once archaeologically conducted. Everything is fake, not real."
"Even if it's not a real thing, it would cost a lot of money to make one like this..." Yan Jinyue looked around, dumbfounded and amazed.
It seems that her husband is really an invisible rich man.
The office Yan Qi mentioned was a bluestone table in the center of the tomb. The tables and chairs were all antique, but the pen and ink utensils placed on it were modern.
The lights here are all beads on the top of the tomb, a bit like ancient night pearls.
"It's such a grand gesture. It's just an imitation lamp." Yan Qi said with a smile.
"It's really lifelike." Yan Jinyue exclaimed, "As expected of an archaeologist, his office is in the tomb, aren't you scared?"
"Afraid?" Yan Qi was asked this question. He was obviously stunned for a moment. After a while, he chuckled: "Maybe I was afraid a long time ago, but I can't remember it now. I'm used to it."
"A long time ago? I've only heard this in fairy tales." Yan Jinyue raised her eyebrows and clicked her tongue.
Yan Qi said unclearly: "Maybe, it's not just a fairy tale."
Yan Jinyue didn't hear this sentence clearly, "Huh?" he said, and then asked: "What did you just say?"
"It's nothing. I like working here, but it's just because of occupational diseases."
“It’s quite atmospheric.”
"Well, it's very atmospheric." The man circled her between him and the bluestone table, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes dark and unclear.
Yan Jinyue's waist was just stuck on the edge of the table, unable to move up or down, which made her diaphragm uncomfortable.
Yan Qi must have noticed this, so he held her waist and sat her directly on the stone table.
His fingers touched the base of her ears, and they were so cold that Yan Jinyue trembled.
He chuckled and whispered in her ear. He thought it was flirting, but he didn't expect it to be: "My wife came to me just now... did she want to confirm whether I had gone out to kill anyone?"
Suddenly, Yan Jinyue's brain shut down.
Asking for——, everyone knows what to ask for.
It’s been really cool lately. Last night, the rooftop of a residential building next to our school caught on fire. Half of the sky turned red. It was so scary.
I think of the copy of "Skyscraper". What was written and what I actually saw were very different. The real fire was so scary.
In this dry winter, firstly, we should pay attention to keeping warm and drink more water, and secondly, we should pay attention to fire prevention, the weather is dry and things are dry.
I hope everyone is safe, healthy and happy every day!
I created a Weibo account: It’s raining on the branches. You can also go to Weibo to play with me.
I may post some imaginary theater in the future, or it may be my own thoughts.
Please, please put it in quickly, the child is really going to be broken into pieces~