If the secret services had been able to master this kind of interrogation method, there might not have been a person in our party who could not pry open their mouths a few decades ago, and if the FBI had been able to invite Xiang Que, Saddam Hussein and Uncle bin Laden might not have had a chance to jump around a long time ago.
Xiang Que is still quite authentic, he doesn't have a very bad taste to explore Situ Ziqing's personal privacy, the key is that he is not so interested in this woman, if women all over the world will have this kind of skill, maybe there will be no love for me in this world, in the end How much love, your mother and I fell into the water to save who is this kind of brain-dead problem.
Xiang Que centered on Situ Ziqing's memories of a month ago, and then treated what happened every day as a branch, constantly sifting forward, just like when people read a book, constantly looking through them one by one.
What makes Xiang Que more speechless is that this woman seems to have severe symptoms of cleanliness, she takes a bath almost two or three times a day as if she eats with a normal person, and the washing is extremely serious and cumbersome, almost every time it takes nearly half an hour, all kinds of parts are washed, washed Wait for all kinds of rubbing.
"If you look at it for another day, you won't be able to see me wasted.,Up and down.,It's estimated that wiping 101 will be enough to harden up in the future" bowed his head to the short, very speechless.
Xiang Que directly sped up the speed.,But whenever there's a picture of a beauty out of the bath, he directly fast-forward.,This thing is fresh when you watch it once or twice.,It's exciting to watch it three times or five times.,But if you see more, you're numb.。
Most of Situ Ziqing's pictures are work-oriented, life is very monotonous and boring, from opening her eyes to sleeping at night, she basically wanders on official affairs, her private life is simply pitiful, there is no one who is a rich girl at all, low-key is a bit outrageous Finish.
Socializing, sports cars, famous brands and parties are simply rare, and her most time is spent with her family in addition to work, and most of them will go home after work and basically don't go out much.
"No wonder her EQ is so low, she is cold, and she is late in her life I have already had one tendon left," Xiang Que touched his chin and screened it for most of the day, when he was a little impatient, he suddenly noticed something unusual.
Situ Ziqing was sitting happily in his yard with a family of three chatting, a seven or eight-year-old girl was frolicking back and forth around the three adults, and a couple was sitting opposite Situ Ziqing, the man was in his thirties, and the woman was slightly younger, and she looked extravagant.
Hands are always held together, and when they speak, they look at each other and their eyes are discharged.
This is the first time this couple has appeared in Situ Ziqing's memory, and it has appeared like this in the past month, but the key thing is that the man's appearance is somewhat similar to Situ Ziqing and Situ Shengyun.
"The eldest son of the Situ family, Situ Rongqing" The fourth uncle once said to Xiang Que that Situ Shengyun has two sons and one daughter under his knees, and the boss called Situ Rongqing to take two completely different paths from Situ Ziqing, because of his extremely amazing talent in business, Situ Ziqing took over the positive business of Hongmen, and Situ Rongqing has lived in Hongmen since he was a child In the hall, so those in charge are the businesses of the dark side of the Hongmen.
The people of Honolulu call him the godfather of America's new generation, the brightest godfather of the new star.
Situ Ziqing's memory picture can't hear their conversation, only one by one can see fragments, it can be seen that she and Situ Rongqing's family have a very harmonious relationship, even if Situ Shengyun once mentioned that she doesn't seem to like children very much, but she doesn't have a daughter for Situ Rongqing A little impatient meaning.
What made Xiang Que notice a little strange was that when Situ Rongqing's family was about to separate from Situ Ziqing, Situ Dagongzi handed a ceramic white jar to Situ Ziqing, she was very surprised and surprised in the picture, her face revealed an extremely complicated look, and she had the intention to refuse After Situ Rongqing's three or two sentences, he still took it in his hand.
The white ceramic jar is about 20 centimeters high, not very big, one hand can just pick it up, there is no carving of any pattern and decoration on it, it is a simple jar, with a lid buckled at the seal, a bit similar to the small jar of pickles in ordinary people's homes.
Looking back, the white ceramic jar that was in a corner of the wall when Situ Ziqing slept that night, and it didn't seem to be something to take care of.
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Situ Ziqing, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up from her sleep, opened her eyes in a daze, and sat on the bed for a few minutes, then she got out of bed in her pajamas, walked to the white jar and squatted down.
Situ Ziqing's expression suddenly softened, she looked at the jar a little like a mother looking at her child, and her left hand gently stretched out, as if touching a child's head, slowly stroking the white ceramic jar.
"It's definitely not a ghost, and it's not a ghost who has been controlled" Looking at the fragment of her memory picture, Situ Ziqing's eyes were clear, and there was no sign of being on the body at all.
At this time, Situ Ziqing, who was squatting, suddenly bit the index finger of her left hand in her mouth, and then tore it with her teeth, and a small piece of flesh was torn off her finger, and then she opened the jar and put the piece of meat bitten off her fingers into it.
After the piece of flesh was put into the jar, a very soft and relieved smile actually appeared on Situ Ziqing's face.
The moonlight penetrated into the room through the curtains and shone on her face, smiling and pleasant, revealing a maternal care.
Xiang Que lowered his head and picked up Situ Ziqing's left hand on the bed, and there was indeed a healed scar on his index finger.
After the piece of flesh was put into the jar, Situ Ziqing leaned his finger over again, squeezed out a few drops of blood and dripped it inside.
After doing this, Situ Ziqing seemed to be fine, and climbed into bed to cover the quilt again and continue to sleep.
When she woke up the next morning, she seemed to feel something strange in her fingers, and when she stretched out her left hand, she was startled.
Situ Ziqing had no idea what had happened last night.
She looked at her fingers in astonishment, she probably thought she had accidentally touched it, so she got up and cleaned it up carelessly, and then went out normally.
However, when Situ Ziqing came back in the evening, when he entered the room, there was an extra bag in his hand, and it was also around twelve o'clock in the night, and the sleeping Situ Ziqing got up from the bed again, opened the bag, took out a bunch of things from it, and put it in front of the white ceramic jar.
Those things are all snacks and toys for little ones.
Then Situ Ziqing continued to repeat the scene from last night, opened the lid, cut his fingers, dripped a few drops of blood into it, and then covered it and went back to bed to sleep.