Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 315 Who is talking

Chapter 315 Who's Speaking?
As dawn broke, nothing unusual happened that night. No eerie songs were heard, and no bad news was received by phone.

Zhuang Yanzheng studied the case all night, checked the time, and went outside to buy breakfast.

As soon as the door opened, the paper that was on Lu Zhishen's face was blown to the ground.

Lu Zhishen frowned slightly, but did not wake up and continued to sleep.

Chu Xingrou lay on the table, feeling cold, and turned her face away.

Su Miaoyi woke up when she heard the noise.

She saved her neck from almost falling out of shape while sleeping.

Her sleeping place was right next door. She couldn't understand why she didn't go back to sleep there, but instead slept here for the night, leaving her with a sore neck and a cold head.

She glanced at Lu Zhishen and Chu Xingrou, then quietly opened the door and went out.

The cold wind outside instantly made me feel much more awake.

She stretched her neck.

Suddenly a voice whispered in my ear: "Why aren't you back yet?"

Su Miaoyi was taken aback and looked around, but there was no one there.

Just when she thought she had misheard, the voice rang out again: "Come back, come back, come back!"

Su Miaoyi walked around and looked around.

There was indeed no one there.

"Is that you speaking?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"No," the voice in your head said, "When have you ever heard my voice?"

"You heard that too? Or am I hallucinating?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"I heard."

"Who is it?" Su Miaoyi rubbed her ears. "It felt both far and near, a woman's voice, and it was somewhat familiar."

"Hmm, it looks a lot like yours," the voice in my head said.

"Do I resemble you or not?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"This is my voice." The voice in my head was icy cold, more chilling than the wind.

Su Miaoyi stopped and listened again, but there was no sound. Then she stood in the spot where she had first heard the sound and listened again, but after a while, there was still no sound.

"What's going on? Where did that voice come from?" Su Miaoyi muttered to herself. "Could it be that there's another personality besides the two of us?"

The voice in my head didn't come out.

Su Miaoyi asked, "Why aren't you saying anything? Is there really another one? You know about it? And you've been keeping it from me?"

Is trust between people really that weak? Can you just stop believing like that?

Su Miaoyi scratched her cheek but didn't say anything.

"Anyway, I don't know," the voice in my head said.

Su Miaoyi thought for a moment: "What if it's three personalities? Wow, how exciting!"

"Impossible." The voice in my head grew even colder, and upon closer listening, it sounded rather irritating.

"What's impossible?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"I'm xenophobic. If there's a third one, I'll kill her," the voice in my head said.

Su Miaoyi's eyes widened: "What are you doing? How could you kill yourself? Wait a minute! You're not thinking about killing me every day, are you? Huh? I've never had such thoughts. I've always considered us the closest and best of friends. I..."

As she spoke, she wiped her face and began to cry, saying, "You said you liked noodles, so I ate noodles every meal. You said you liked dark-colored clothes, so I bought lots of dark-colored clothes. You said you didn't like your hair to be too long, so I waited for it to grow a little longer before cutting it! I did everything you asked and always thought of you, but what about you? What about you?! You actually! You actually wanted to kill—me!"

"That's enough," the voice in my head said. "Even if you squeeze your eyelashes out, you won't be able to squeeze out a single tear."

Su Miaoyi immediately stopped making a sound, touched her eyelashes, and comforted them.

"And you didn't eat noodles every meal. I never said what kind of clothes I liked, let alone that I liked short hair," the voice in my head said coldly. "It's a waste of your rich imagination not to be a screenwriter."

“I write novels, how could I waste it?” Su Miaoyi said.

"So you are? Then just put it on yourself."

“Why isn’t it me?” Su Miaoyi said. “Who else has Su Miaoyi’s memories besides me? I am her now!” “Okay, okay, yes, yes, I wrote ten books, and seven of them flopped.” The voice in her head continued to output.

Su Miaoyi remained silent, gritted her teeth, and angrily punched the air twice.

"What are you doing so early in the morning?" Zhuang Yanzheng stood at the door, holding breakfast in his hand, with a very puzzled expression. "Don't tell me there's someone standing there that I can't see."

"Don't say such scary things so early in the morning," Su Miaoyi said.

Zhuang Yanzheng breathed a sigh of relief, fearing she might say something even more unexpected: "Let's eat."

After he finished speaking, he went into the office.

Su Miaoyi stood outside for a while longer, and after confirming that she hadn't heard anything else, she went into the office.

Once inside, Su Miaoyi saw Zhuang Yanzheng standing next to Lu Zhishen.

Chu Xingrou had woken up, but she was still a little dazed as she sat in the chair.

Su Miaoyi patted her head, then walked to Zhuang Yanzheng's side and watched as he pressed his thumb into the inkpad and then gently smeared it on Lu Zhishen's face.

Su Miaoyi was speechless, thinking to herself, "How childish," but she still pressed her finger into the inkpad.

Just as he raised his finger, Lu Zhishen woke up and looked at the two of them.

The two reacted in a fraction of a second, then pointed at each other simultaneously.

"It's him."

"is her."

They spoke together.

Lu Zhishen looked at the two of them, then sat up straight, rubbed his neck, and after a couple of seconds of clearing his head, said, "What are you two doing?"

"It's nothing," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "I just wanted to call you for dinner."

He left after he finished speaking.

Lu Zhishen looked at Su Miaoyi.

Su Miaoyi gave a friendly smile: "I was worried he would hit you, so I came to check on you. It's alright, time to eat."

She left immediately after she finished speaking.

Lu Zhishen noticed the red on her finger, then took out his phone to look at his own face, staring at the blush on his cheek: "."

Su Miaoyi sat down next to Chu Xingrou: "Rou, you're awake?"

Chu Xingrou rubbed her eyes and nodded.

Zhuang Yanzheng opened the boxes of food he had bought one by one, turned around and glanced at Su Miaoyi. Her expression didn't look like she was up to anything good.

"Wake up," Su Miaoyi said, rubbing Chu Xingrou's face. "Youth is wonderful, look at this skin."

Chu Xingrou smiled as she was being rubbed.

Su Miaoyi released her face and nodded in satisfaction.

Chu Xingrou was unaware of what had happened until Su Miaoyi turned on her phone's camera to show her.

Chu Xingrou looked at the twisted heart on her face: "Sister Miaomiao!"

Su Miaoyi laughed.

Lu Zhishen passed by her and placed a wet wipe on her desk: "People who grew up together are all equally bad."

"Am I bad?" Su Miaoyi asked Chu Xingrou.

Chu Xingrou shook her head as she wiped the red marks off her face: "Not bad."

Su Miaoyi nodded with a smile.

"Huh? What does this have to do with me?" Zhuang Yanzheng said.

“I can tell from the hair on your head that you did this to my face,” Lu Zhishen said.