Chapter 301: Menu and Memo

"Grilled squid, grilled chives, grilled oysters, grilled lamb skewers..." Wu Shanqiu stood by Qi Fei's side and couldn't help but report the names of the dishes. "Brother Fei, did you have a late-night snack last night?"

Qi Fei's eyes were full of blood, and he didn't know if he had slept last night. However, he looked very excited and said: "This is not the late-night snack I ate; it's the late-night snack Ma Ziqiang ate."

"Uh? No wonder it's handwritten. Did Xiao Tao give it to you? This was already analyzed during the autopsy before. Brother Fei, why are you looking for it again?"

"Look at this," Qi Fei said, handing the menu Zhong Kui left for him to Wu Shanqiu.

"Ah? This is?" Wu Shanqiu glanced at it and couldn't help but open her eyes wide.

"If there is a problem here, then many things can be explained," Qi Fei said. "And we have always ignored this person, as well as his profession."

"Oh, what does his company do?"

"Planning production lines for factories."

"My God! Actually using the profession for this."

"Hmm, it seems we have to follow his train of thought and review it again."

Hearing this, Wu Shanqiu was lost in thought and muttered: "Speaking of which, it reminds me of one thing. I didn't think it was anything at first, but now that I think about it, it's a bit strange.

That is, when I was flipping through Lin Yu's Instagram account, I found that besides some content related to design, there were also some very abstract contents, all posted in the middle of the night." She said and opened her phone to find the content she mentioned and showed it to Qi Fei.

Qi Fei furrowed his brows slightly and read Lin Yu's words: "The light is on, good night."

"You are here, good night."

"You are here again, good night."

"The light is on, it's good."

The pictures accompanying these contents were either his own coffee cup or a blurred window view. The release times were all in the middle of the night, and they all seemed to be expressing his loneliness while working overtime in the middle of the night.

Qi Fei looked at these seemingly casually taken photos again and found that as a designer, Lin Yu actually put thought into the composition. The computer, coffee cup, and stationery were very balanced visually.

This forced Qi Fei to carefully check the content of the pictures. In the last photo posted by Lin Yu before the incident, the memo pad that often appeared in the photos was opened, and something was vaguely written on it.

"When I was collecting evidence at the scene, I saw this memo pad. I remember it was blank," he muttered to himself.

Under Wu Shanqiu's prompt, Qi Fei noticed one of them, which made his brows furrow even tighter. He couldn't help but look up at Wu Shanqiu standing on the side.

Wu Shanqiu winked at him: "These contents that don't know what they mean were never posted again after that person who called herself 'Kong Xiaowen' added him as a friend. If Zhong Kui's speculation is correct, this 'Kong Xiaowen' is Song Yun. Brother Fei, we seem to have found the reason why he was killed."

2:00 AM. The night wind blew from the back window without any obstruction. In Lin Yu's room, the light that had been off for several days was turned on.

Coincidentally, the light in Song Yun's house was still on.

Even though Ma Ziqiang was already dead, she still seemed unable to fall asleep. The torture of more than ten years made her biological clock unable to recover anymore.

In the suspended corridor, the sensor light suddenly turned on. Wu Weiwei's figure appeared.

This woman who maintained the habit of exercise, looked from a distance, her figure was not much different from a young girl.

In sportswear, it looked like she was planning to run at night to relieve pressure.

It's just that when she walked to the corridor, she stopped after taking a few steps.

Across a distance of tens of meters, that light that made her fearful turned on. Under the light, there was a vague figure in the window. She couldn't see the face clearly, but it seemed to be looking at her.

She stumbled and almost fell, fleeing back home in a panic.

All the lights in Song Yun's house went out.

It was as if those were just illusions in a dream. Except for her, no one would remember them again.

"Ding dong..." The sound of the doorbell rang in the dark. This sound was so harsh that her nerves were stretched to the point of almost breaking.

She covered her ears, pretending not to hear it. The night was so quiet. She covered her ears with both hands for a long time and could hear the sound of blood vessels pulsating with the heartbeat—thump, thump, thump, getting louder and faster.

Just like that day, the doorbell rang only once and never rang again.

In the noisy home, she had longed for such a quiet night, but at this moment, this kind of quietness became a huge torture.

The parents-in-law were already fast asleep. She hesitated for a long time and finally decided to face the fear in her heart.

"If there are really ghosts and gods in this world, Ma Ziqiang should have died long ago," Song Yun muttered to herself. This sentence seemed to give her courage, and she got up to open the door.

When the door opened, the sensor light turned on accordingly. A gust of autumn cool wind blew across Song Yun's haggard face. Outside, it was empty, and there was no one.

This made Song Yun tremble instead. She didn't dare to look down. However, as a gust of wind blew, a piece of paper was rolled up by the wind and rolled in front of her.

She reached out her trembling hand and grabbed this piece of paper. When she saw this red and blue lined memo paper, she was already ashen-faced. When she saw the words on it under the sensor light, she screamed and threw the paper away.

"Kong Xiaowen, no one is waiting for you in the middle of the night anymore. Don't you feel lonely?" A man's voice came from one end of the pitch-black corridor, scaring Song Yun to the point of sitting on the ground.

"I, I have no choice. Don't blame me. I am too bitter. You won't understand. We planned for so long and cannot fail because of you. Forgive me, please, forgive me." Song Yun had been scared to the point of losing her reason and actually knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy.

"Thump, thump, thump." The sound of high heels came. Song Yun looked up and saw that the person walking towards her was not Lin Yu, but the strange girl named Zhong Kui.

"It's you..." I don't know why, but the moment she saw Zhong Kui, Song Yun's eyes were full of despair. "What is your relationship with him?"

"Him?" Zhong Kui sized up Song Yun with a sharp gaze that was not human.

"Right, him. You are very similar to him. I felt it the first time I saw you, that terrible feeling." Song Yun sat on the ground, seemingly without the strength to stand up at all.

"Oh, him." Zhong Kui raised the corners of her mouth and squatted down to look directly at Song Yun's face. "We are different. He likes to turn living people into dead people, and I like to let dead people return to this world. Recently, the young man living in the building opposite you has always wanted to come back, because he can't understand no matter what why he had to die. He wants to find someone named Kong Xiaowen and ask clearly." ===== CHAPTER 302 =====