Chapter 106: Sharing the same bed is not human (14) Another purple luan tail flower
If what Jiang Dongxu and He Manting said is true, and the character setting given in the copy is the real setting, then her current married status is fictitious——
She has no husband.
But Yan Qi exists, their wedding photos exist, and their marriage certificate also exists... Then her husband's identity can only be created by Yan Qi, the so-called replica ghost.
There is no "Yan Jinyue" who is Mrs. Yan.
Then it can overturn the possibility that "Yan Jinyue", a wife, killed her husband "Yan Qi".
It can also be inferred that everything she knows so far was forged by Yan Qi and was what he wanted her to know.
So, why?
Yan Jinyue was brainstorming. As soon as she entered the elevator, she was followed by a man with snow-white hair in her eyes. She looked and saw that it was Mr. Lin from 804 upstairs.
"Mr. Lin, what a coincidence."
The girl's eyebrows were curved, her snow-white cheeks were flushed, and when she looked at people with a smile, her amber eyes turned a watery color.
Lin Qiyan softly said "hmm" and looked down at her with a calm expression, still gloomy and silent.
The elevator door closed, and there were only two of them in the small space, and embarrassment spread.
Yan Jinyue was thinking about whether he should say a few more words. After all, he was going up and down floors.
But I didn't expect that it was the man who spoke first: "Do you still want to see the paintings?"
"Huh?" Yan Jinyue didn't expect that Lin Qiyan took the initiative to bring up this matter.
To be honest, she forgot to ask about what happened at his house that night last time. She had been trying to find a reason to go up again.
But there were so many things that happened in the past two days, especially learning that she was not in an ordinary role-playing game, but in a horror escape game, and that her husband was actually a ghost. It had such a huge impact on her that she almost forgot about it for a moment. "Serial Murder Case".
"Mrs. Yan, I painted a new painting, maybe you will be interested."
He said softly, his extremely shallow pupils were calm, making it impossible to see his true emotions and... purpose.
Yan Jinyue felt a layer of vigilance in her heart.
The previous exchanges were enough to prove that Lin Qiyan was not the kind of enthusiastic and proactive person. The last time she went to his house, he was so cold. Even after it was over, he didn't even say a polite word to invite her to visit next time. They met in the elevator. But being able to take the initiative to make an invitation is not in line with his style of conduct.
"What kind of painting is it?" She pretended not to notice anything.
"You'll know it when you see it." He still had the same cold and indifferent attitude.
No, is there such a thing as selling out?
What is the difference between this and a "human trafficker" who "abducts" a child with a piece of candy on the street and takes him to a remote alley?
Oh, there is a difference.
The trafficker will smile at you and invite you warmly, for fear that you will not follow him. But he is different. He seems to be sure that you will follow him.
Yan Jinyue actually suspected that he had evil intentions, but his appearance made her persuade herself to give up this suspicion.
He was dressed in black today, with a black jacket, black trousers, and a black peaked cap. His long white hair was tied up casually, low and loose, and the broken hair on both sides of his face softened his already delicate and beautiful face.
He is tall, thin and has a casual temperament, which makes people feel like he came out of a comic——
How could such a handsome cartoon boy have bad intentions?
"Okay, then I will reveal the answer later. I am looking forward to it."
Her eyes were bright, as if containing infinite expectations.
"Yeah." Lin Qiyan retracted her gaze and looked away.
The inner wall of the elevator is reflective, so even if your eyes wander again, you will inevitably fall on "her" - the only touch of color in black and white.
She was wearing a contrasting color knitted long skirt today, which outlined her slender waist. There was no label on the side. He didn't know what colors they were, but he could feel the beauty.
Not only her, but the clothes on her body and the things on her hands also became colorful in his eyes.
Lin Qiyan suddenly felt that it was not interesting. He should not have planned this to take revenge on Yan Qi. The plan had not even started yet, but he was the first to be impatient. She was so special that his emotions were always involuntarily affected by her.
Really...his eyes turned to frost.
Yan Jinyue suddenly felt that the aura of the handsome comic boy next to him was suddenly cold, but he didn't know why, it was just inexplicable.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but later she suppressed the inquiry. She was just a neighbor downstairs. At most, she was a tourist who went to his house to view paintings. He invited her on his own initiative. She had no grievances with him. There was no reason for this. The air-conditioning must not be aimed 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 scene of being choked by cold and unable to speak will happen again.
The two of them went directly to the eighth floor.
Lin Qiyan opened the door, turned his head and gave her a look, asking her to follow him in.
The sun hadn't set yet, so the room was dark, and the curtains should have been drawn tightly.
When Yan Jinyue stepped in the door, he suddenly had an illusion. This delusion is unspeakable... She is like that wife who sneaks into her lover's home while her husband is not at home.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to throw away this outrageous and weird idea, but there are some things that the more you don't want to think about them, the clearer they will be in your mind.
When no one followed, Lin Qiyan turned around and saw her mumbling something alone at the door. His expression was tangled and twisted for a while, and then he looked like a man with the determination to die.
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Could it be that she already knew the purpose of why he called her here?
Lin Qiyan was thoughtful.
Yan Jinyue finally convinced herself that she was not afraid of the shadow being distorted anyway. When she raised her head, she met the man's strange and scrutinizing gaze.
"What's wrong?" She continued to pretend to be confused.
"It's okay, you come in and look at the paintings." He said.
"Okay, I'm sorry to bother you."
Two people with their own ulterior motives tacitly agreed to skip a certain topic, although they may have different ideas.
But that's not important.
The important thing is "painting".
Among the countless red oil paintings, the only purple color is particularly eye-catching. On the white canvas, the bouquet of purple irises is so lifelike that it seems that you can just walk over and pluck the bouquet of flowers from the painting.
Not only that, there were bunches of purple irises piled around the frame, showing a decadent posture, wilted, not as vibrant as in the painting.
"Didn't you say that you can only see red?"
She turned her head and met his eyes. The smile in her amber eyes was gone, and what remained was boundless coldness and scrutiny.
"Pigments are marked with colors." Lin Qiyan replied calmly, "Even if I can't see it, I can draw a painting based on the color marks and light and dark shades."
"What exactly did you want to say when you called me here?" Yan Jinyue stared at him closely, as if she wanted to see something from his expression.
This purple iris... whenever it appears, it must be associated with the serial murder case. She doesn't believe it is a coincidence.
Lin Qiyan was very satisfied with the girl's quick response.
He suddenly smiled, a bright and scorching smile appeared on his cold and snow-white face, silently bewitching, but he quickly stopped.
He bent down and picked up one, twirling it with his fingertips, slowly walked towards her, raised his hand and put it to her ear.
"You should know that iris field." He leaned forward and lowered his voice, like a lover whispering ambiguously, or like a poisonous snake hissing in danger.
"Why don't you go take a look and see what's underneath."
"What is your husband?"
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 fur! ! !
As for why...it will be revealed later. (My dears, I said I won’t write too many copies if I finish before the winter vacation, but don’t worry, it won’t end in a hurry and then end badly.)
And my winter vacation is still a month or two away, and our school has a late holiday~