Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

第470章 食素记者的3张王牌（16）2合1加更～

Song Yuesheng walked to the front desk: "Table number two, check out."

After a while.

The receptionist smiled and replied, "Hello, a pot of the best Biluochun tea and two plates of exquisite side dishes, a total of five silver dollars."

Song Yuesheng took out the silver dollar from his wallet and placed it on the table.

At the same time, another waitress smiled and said to the customer who was checking out: "Here is your receipt, please keep it."

The woman next to her is wearing a white coat.

She timidly stretched out her right hand to take the certificate.

I didn’t expect there is someone more introverted than Han Meihua.

Song Yuesheng couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The woman put the credentials in her pocket, lowered her head, and walked slowly.

There was an unnatural stiffness and sluggishness in the left leg.

Song Yuesheng's eyes narrowed involuntarily. "Miss, here is your receipt." The waiter's voice sounded again, bringing Song Yuesheng's thoughts back to reality.

The moment she turned around to take the receipt, the woman had already walked out of the hotel.

It seemed like it hit someone.

The guest who just came in was cursing.

After Song Yuesheng found out where he was going, he immediately chased after him.

People are coming and going on the street.

No one was wearing bright white.

Her steps stopped.

This trap...

Tsk.

There is indeed something wrong with the Academy of Fine Arts.

Song Yuesheng returned to the hotel, borrowed the phone inside to call the newspaper office, asked for Zhang Yitong and Qiu Xiao's address, and then went there alone.

not far away.

The woman hid in the corner. When she saw Song Yuesheng leave, she breathed a sigh of relief while holding her white coat.

There are two more.

Must not be discovered.

……

Qiu Xiao lives across the street from Osia University.

The police only sent people to guard in front of Qiu Xiao's house.

However, residents of the same apartment building moved out one after another out of fear.

Song Yuesheng put on gloves and used a plastic bag as shoe covers, then entered the apartment.

There is no surveillance in this world.

It is difficult to find a person as long as they don't leave fingerprints and traces of life.

She walked to the third floor and deliberately raised her voice and shouted "Help". The voice was mixed with just the right amount of panic and helplessness, enough to attract the people guarding the door.

When she saw the two shadows, Song Yuesheng rushed to Qiu Xiao's residence on the fourth floor at lightning speed.

The door was open.

Directly facing the living room.

Song Yuesheng didn't dare to stay any longer. He took a quick look around and went into the room.

They are the guest rooms, bedroom and studio respectively.

She put each item back where it belonged after she turned it over.

After a while, Song Yuesheng heard faint voices coming from outside, and she became more careful.

Finally, at the deepest part of a pile of paintings in the studio, she found a seemingly ordinary landscape painting, but upon closer inspection, there seemed to be some secret hidden in the interlayer of the drawing paper.

Song Yuesheng carefully opened the interlayer, and a yellowed old photo came into view.

The girl looks very young.

She has pigtails and a bright smile.

Hidden so deeply.

This must be the photo they were talking about.

Song Yuesheng put the photos into her bag.

Then, she tiptoed to the bedroom and got two sheets. She deftly folded the two sheets in half, overlapped them, and tied a firm knot with force to ensure that there was no risk of error.

Song Yuesheng slowly walked to the window and carefully pushed it open to make sure no sound was made.

Then she tied one end of the sheet tightly to the window frame, and gently unfolded the other end and threw it out of the window.

The light from the setting sun was a bit blinding.

The people in the apartment moved out.

Song Yuesheng was not worried about being discovered.

Then she went downstairs using a makeshift ropeway made from bed sheets.

Yuan Yada knows a lot of people.

I hope she hasn't got off work by now.

With this thought in mind, Song Yuesheng pedaled his bicycle so hard that smoke was coming out.

Ugh.

There are no taxis in this world.

**

Before I even reached the newspaper office, a sudden streak of black came into view.

A shiny black car stopped quietly in front of the newspaper office.

Song Yuesheng parked his bicycle aside, thought for a moment, then quickly adjusted his breathing, with just the right amount of fatigue appearing on his face.

"You don't know that I spent the whole afternoon outside looking for news. I was almost dead tired. I didn't even have time to drink a sip of water..."

Song Yuesheng said as he pushed the door open, his tone containing a hint of self-mockery and relief.

There were only Han Meihua and Zhang Yitong in the newspaper office.

Huo Tingchuan sat at her workstation.

Song Yuesheng said in surprise: "Marshal Huo? What are you doing..."

Huo Tingchuan slowly closed the notebook with slightly worn edges in his hand, and raised his eyes to meet hers.

"I told you not to let me know you were at the crime scene again."

Song Yuesheng bit her lower lip lightly, pretended to be calm and ignored the subtle looks from her colleagues next to her, and walked towards her workstation steadily.

Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands brushing against her cheeks from time to time in her hurry, adding a touch of casual softness to her.

Song Yuesheng responded with a smile: "Reporters always want to grab first-hand information."

"Really?" Huo Tingchuan chuckled.

He pulled a photo from his jacket pocket.

The photo above was of her leaving the library that morning.

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly.

There was only one possibility that I didn't feel any malice at the time.

The person taking the photo is far away from me.

Could it be the same one that was tracked before?

Huo Tingchuan noticed that she was a little absent-minded. He pointed at the person in the photo with his fingertips, and his voice was full of inquiry: "After the murder last night, there were people guarding every place in Ousiya. I'm curious, how did you get in?"

Done.

He curled his lips.

"You always use your identity as a reporter as a shield, but looking at the entire Sang City, is there any reporter who can easily enter the heavily guarded Ousiya like you? Or..."

Huo Tingchuan suddenly stood up, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently pushed her scattered hair behind her ears.

His actions were gentle, almost doting, but they formed a sharp contrast with the questioning that followed.

"You are just using your current identity to do something unspeakable. You are used to using false identities... Miss Fake Person."

There was anger in Huo Tingchuan's voice, which almost broke through the apparent calmness.

The atmosphere in the whole room suddenly froze because of his words. A subtle tension filled the air, as if even breathing had become heavy.

Han Meihua and Zhang Yitong were both worried about Song Yuesheng, feeling sorry for her for angering Huo Tingchuan.

However, Song Yuesheng's expression remained unchanged.

She asked back, "Master Huo, there is something I have been curious about for a long time. Since we first met ten days ago, what have you been doubting? Did you mistake me for someone else?"

Huo Tingchuan's fingers slid across her eyes: "Everyone else is afraid when they see me. Only you are like an ordinary person."

Song Yuesheng shrugged his shoulders, his eyes full of surprise.

"What's so scary? There are only two outcomes. Either live or die."

She looked at him strangely: "I am not only like this to you, but also to everyone. Even Qi Yi, I will beat him if I can, and if I can't beat him, I will die."

The words fell.

Song Yuesheng raised three fingers and swore.

"Since you don't believe me, then fine... If I'm not Song Yuesheng, then I won't survive this night and I won't have a complete body."

Huo Tingchuan's fingers paused, and a struggle flashed in his eyes.

There was silence for a long time.

He looked at her and finally managed to utter a low word.

"Most of the news you write is about dispelling superstitions. Can you believe your oaths?"

There was a barely perceptible tremor in Huo Tingchuan's voice.

It seems like he is expecting something and afraid of something.

"I don't believe it, but this is to put your mind at ease." Song Yuesheng smiled gently.

Huo Tingchuan pursed his lips.

She stretched her arms and took the pen and notebook from the table.

"I'm going to stay up all night at the newspaper office tonight. Marshal Huo, you can come and see if there's my body at the newspaper office tomorrow."

After saying that, Song Yuesheng went upstairs.

Apart from the police, the official way to find someone is through news reports from major newspapers.

If the newspaper doesn't have it, then we can rule out the possibility that the girl in the photo is neither missing nor murdered.

The next step is to ask a little girl who lives on the same street as Qiu Xiao, is the same age as the girl with pigtails, and likes to paint.

It is difficult to find a needle in a haystack.

But don't waste time.

Osia University is the top ranked university in the North.

There have been multiple murders in this place, and if they are not resolved quickly, it will have a very big impact.

Qi Yi was happy to see the reputation of the northern place of study ruined.

The Jin and Yu nations were more willing.

Huo Tingchuan stared at Song Yuesheng's back as she went upstairs, anger and sadness mixed in his eyes.

Are you going to fake your death again?

When will the next appearance be?

Three years, five years, or another seven years?

Or longer?

If she didn't show up, he would think she was "dead".

But she showed up anyway.

And he acted like a stranger, as if he didn't know him.

Actually, this is also possible.

As long as she lives.

But the only thing he couldn't accept was that she faked her own death and left again.

I can't accept a person...

Huo Tingchuan clenched his fists tightly, with a murderous aura lingering around him.

In this solemn and almost suffocating atmosphere, Han Meihua suddenly stood up straight. Although her voice was slightly trembling, it was extremely firm.

"Huo, Marshal Huo, Xiao Song was able to enter the school... I guess it was through a secret passage..."

Zhang Yitong's eyes lit up and she added with sudden realization.

"Yes, I remember now, there is such a road. Marshal Huo, this is a secret circulated among our students.

Xiao Song might have wanted to get first-hand information so much that she took the risk and chose this route to go to school. She definitely didn't mean to disturb you, Young Marshal, from handling the murder case."

Huo Tingchuan's face was still gloomy, but his eyes were changing subtly, as if he was quickly digesting this sudden information.

A moment.

He looked at Zhang Yitong: "You are speaking like this for her, are you sure she is someone you know?"

"Of course."

Zhang Yitong didn't understand why Huo Tingchuan asked this.

Just like the confusing conversation I just heard.

But for Xiao Song, Zhang Yitong still explained: "When Xiao Song enrolled, I personally sent her to the dormitory and handled the enrollment procedures. She is the only daughter in her family, and she has no twin sisters."

Huo Tingchuan's eyes flickered.

This person didn't lie.

But he couldn't admit his mistake.

He was very sure that she was the Bai Muyou from that year.

then?

Huo Tingchuan suddenly noticed a detail that he had overlooked.

Although a person's eyes will not age quickly in seven years, it is almost impossible for the eyes to remain exactly the same.

Don't talk about others.

Even he himself could not fake the look he had back then.

"I won't kill her, so you better stay out of it."

After Huo Tingchuan finished speaking, he went upstairs.

After he completely disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Zhang Yitong and Han Meihua slumped in their chairs, feeling relieved.

Zhang Yitong's hands rested weakly on the armrest: "If we had known earlier, we would have left after the meeting."

When Marshal Huo arrived, he asked about Xiao Song's seat. The rest of the time he said nothing and didn't let them leave.

She still remembers the shooting that night.

If in the past people were only afraid of Marshal Huo because he would lead a large army to kill the Southern Army, now the sight of him would make them think of danger and death.

what.

too painful.

How did Xiao Song offend him?

Seeing this, Han Meihua waved at her and said, "Since Marshal Huo said that just now, he shouldn't embarrass Xiao Song. Let's put the meeting content on Xiao Song's desk and leave quickly."

"Yes, yes, you are right."

So the two of them acted quickly and placed the meeting minutes on Song Yuesheng's desk.

After doing all this, they left quickly.

Huo Tingchuan walked slowly upstairs.

There was only one doorway upstairs through which light shone.

Very easy to find.

The door is not closed.

Huo Tingchuan saw newspapers all over the ground.

She sat on the ground and flipped through the pages one by one, looking extremely serious and solemn.

Realizing that someone was looking at her, Song Yuesheng raised her eyes sharply, and when she saw it was Huo Tingchuan, her expression softened.

Song Yuesheng waved at him and said, "If Marshal Huo is not in a hurry to leave, then please help me look for it. I have a feeling that this will be a very important clue to solve the murder case."

Huo Tingchuan was slightly stunned.

It’s no different now than it was back then.

She did the same. Seeing that he was fine, she asked him to move some flowers or trees that would bring fortune.

He pursed his lips and walked towards her.

fraud.

bad guy.

It's fun to tease him, right?

Huo Tingchuan walked over and leaned over, suddenly pinching Song Yuesheng's face: "Don't play tricks, I will keep watching you, you will not die tonight."

Song Yuesheng brushed his hand away: "I am Song Yuesheng, why should I die?"

She sighed.

"Marshal Huo, if you don't believe me and still suspect that I'm a spy sent from somewhere, you can ask a doctor to go home with me tomorrow, draw blood from my parents, and then use my blood for a DNA test."

"Or you can give me the information you found, and I'll tell you the details, and you can see if I am from Sangcheng or not?"

Huo Tingchuan didn't say anything.

He would not believe anything she said until tomorrow morning.

Song Yuesheng handed him the photo of the girl with pigtails under the newspaper.

"What I'm looking for is information about this girl. There are a lot of newspapers, let's look for them together."

at the same time.

Xia family.

Xia Pingwan knocked on the study door with a fruit plate in hand and walked in.

"Dad, I'm still busy. We'll have dinner soon."

Father Xia put down the documents in his hand and smiled dotingly: "How can my daughter live a good life if I am not busy? Where is your mother?"

Xia Pingwan ate the blueberries in the fruit bowl and said, "I went to learn dancing."

Father Xia smiled helplessly.

Seeing that she looked like she was about to leave, Father Xia asked, "Nannan, do you have something to ask Dad?"

"It's not an important matter." Xia Pingwan hesitated for a while before telling her purpose. "Dad, what kind of person do you think Huo Tingchuan is? Do you have any business dealings with him?"

"Why are you suddenly asking about Huo Tingchuan?"