Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Really? Husband, I don't know why, I'm always a little worried."

Ni Xiuping was folding clothes while feeling sad, "Why do we have to leave so suddenly? Aren't we living well here?"

Qiu Qizhong said nothing on the phone.

Ni Xiuping thought he was unhappy after hearing this, so she quickly said, "Okay, okay, I understand, let's just go."

"Don't worry, hubby, Xiaowei and I have arranged everything, just waiting for your order."

"That's about it." Qiu Qizhong's voice snorted coldly on the phone.

"By the way, how are Xiaowei's grades lately? Did he finish last in the class again?!"

"No, no, hubby, Xiaowei went to make up classes recently, and his grades have improved a lot. This time, Keke passed the midterm exam."

"Passed? Just passed?! I spent so much money to just pass?!"

Ni Xiuping was so frightened by his suddenly amplified voice that she did not dare to speak, and even her hands shook.

For some reason, she suddenly felt particularly flustered and felt a chill on her back.

Looking back suddenly, she realized that Xiao Wei, who had just fallen asleep, was wearing pajamas, rubbing his eyes, and standing behind her.

"Mom." He seemed to be awakened by her voice, her voice was very low.

Ni Xiuping hurriedly touched his little head and said, "Hey, Xiaowei, it's dad who called. Do you want Xiaowei to talk to dad?"

Xiaowei thought for a while and nodded.

Ni Xiuping then handed over the phone.

Xiaowei began to sit on the chair and whispered to his father on the phone.

I don’t know what was said on the phone. Xiaowei seemed to have become even more silent, lowering his head and humming twice from time to time.

Time flew by and it was almost twelve o'clock.

Xiaowei then hung up the phone and returned the phone to Ni Xiuping.

While Ni Xiuping was busy packing things and folding clothes, she asked him, "Xiaowei, how was your chat with dad?"

Xiaowei shook his head, obviously feeling very depressed.

He is stupid and always gets scolded by his father, which makes him extremely sad.

Ni Xiuping probably realized this, so she stopped talking and quickly took him to bed.

While singing a lullaby to him, I looked at the heavy rain outside the window. Somehow, the worries in my heart began to become more and more serious.

Now, on the other side.

Under the flickering light of the chandelier, Qiu Qizhong lowered his head and was hung from the lamp by an extremely sharp steel rope.

The steel rope slit his throat and sunk deeply into his aorta, causing blood to spurt out.

The already cold blood had soaked all over the floor and even flowed into the corner of the TV cabinet nearby.

His eyes were closed, and there was no sign of struggle in his limbs. Only his feet were naked and floating in the air. The blood flowed from his neck bit by bit, along his body, to his feet, and then dripped to the ground.

The sound of wind, rain, and slapping on the windows outside were all very clear in the silent house.

The smell of blood in the air was thick and oppressive.

Under the cold corpse, at this moment, a hand wearing black gloves knocked a chair to the ground.

And his mobile phone was quietly placed on the coffee table.

Everything is extremely lonely.

There were no traces left at the scene, only the cold body shaking slightly.