Quick Transmigration: Fate Trading System

Su Xin shuddered and didn't respond.

After Su Xin got home and washed herself in bed, Liao Qingjie went to the bathroom to wash.

She heard the phone ringing. It was Liao Qingjie, but the sound source was in her room.

Su Xin didn't care about why Liao Qingjie's mobile phone appeared on her bed. She saw the caller ID and connected the call.

"Hey, Captain, it's me, Bai Yan. She's taking a bath. Just tell me. I'll tell her later."

"Lin Qiaoying, when people over there checked, she hadn't contacted her parents for more than a month."

"More than a month? Hasn't her family called the police for so long?"

"Lin Qiaoying is a painter who enjoys collecting wind everywhere, and also likes to go to various mountains for observation activities. Often there is no news for a month or two. Parents are used to it. . "

It is too easy to kidnap such a person.

"So, is there any other discovery?"

"People over there went to her house and found a notebook. Nothing else was found."

"What notebook!"

Su Xin's voice couldn't help rising.

"A travel journal, which records some time and place to find feelings and other strange characters. There must also be an investigation there. After all, the missing person is still the hostage of the murderer, and her parents have reported Now. "

"Captain, I want to see that notebook. When did the diary begin to record?"

"Four years ago, laptops were important things on their side. They couldn't get them, but they could give you images."

Four years ago, that means nothing happened six years ago.

"Okay, I want that symbol."

"Yes, the killer hasn't contacted you yet?"

"not yet."

"Okay, contact me as soon as possible."

"Yes, I know."

Liao Qingjie walked into the room with a natural expression while wiping her hair, sitting on the bed with her buttocks.

"What did the captain say?"

"Speaking of Lin Qiaoying, I recorded it. You listen to it yourself."

Su Xin threw Liao Qingjie's phone in front of Liao Qingjie.

Liao Qingjie listened again and nodded thoughtfully.

Su Xin was half-sat on the bed, her legs were covered with thin covers, and her hair was blown to dry, showing a hazy beauty under the light.

Liao Qingjie blew her hair and opened the quilt naturally.

Su Xin glanced and said nothing.

Anyway, this bed is a double bed, enough for two people.

Liao Qingjie secretly rejoiced, holding her cell phone to find her old friend.

J: Old Liu, I have a sweetheart!

L: Wow, who can melt your iceberg, so courageous.

J: No, I like her, but she doesn't know it.

L: Wow, then you are great, come on, what kind of girl?

J: ... how did you transform so naturally, not surprised that I like girls?

L: From the moment you punched a strong man with two punches, I didn't treat you as a woman. I have already made preparations for you, and you may be a gig guy, and this day is finally here!

J: Nothing to say.

L: Tell me what kind of girl! Very obedient, obedient, quiet, and especially coquettish!

J: ... you're talking about your ideal type.

Old Liu was a retired special soldier working together with Liao Qingjie. Both of them were seriously injured in that battle and they had to retire helplessly.

L: Oops, don't be so straightforward, anyway, my brother, I can't grab a woman from you.

J: She sometimes doesn't talk for a long time. She does research.

L: With a scalpel?

J: No, it's archeological.

L: I didn't think you like that dull man!

Liao Qingjie glanced at his mobile phone and Su Xin again, and he did not agree with the description of his friend.

Not at all, but rather shrewd.

L: Brother, listen to me. If you want to chase this type of girl, you play straight.

J: Straight ball?

L: Just be direct, or she may not be able to understand what you mean.

J: Are you sure I can express it directly? Is there sulfuric acid in your head?

L: Sorry, I forgot that you were a woman at that moment, so you take your time and don't scare the little girl.

J: I know. We'll bring it out the next day when I catch someone in my hand.

L: Wow, are you so confident?

J: Yeah.

Liao Qingjie started to open other pages to browse other content.

What she wants, she will work hard to get.

The photo from the captain's side was quickly transmitted, and Su Xin quickly received the picture and opened it for a larger picture.

At that moment, my hunch was confirmed, and it really looked like this. The strange symbols on the diary were the same as the symbols she saw six years ago and in the underground palace yesterday.

The captain said that these symbols were on the first page of the diary, and the handwriting was very old, and it was probably four years ago, rather than just written.

Su Xin couldn't help but carefully looked at the symbols. Could all this indicate that Lin Qiaoying was looking at the source of these symbols four years ago, or earlier, six years ago.

It is very likely that Lin Qiaoying wrote down those things six years ago, or that she once entered the underground palace and saw those things.

However, if six years ago, or four years ago, he had entered the underground palace, it would not be impossible to meet the murderer, and it was impossible to be kidnapped only a month ago, so it should be that he was six years ago, in I saw those strange symbols on the stone wall and memorized them very intentionally. Running around in recent years may be just examining this thing.

Of course, all this is just speculation. When the parties have not acknowledged in person, when there is no sufficient evidence, all these are speculations.

If the last symbol has the same meaning as the word "sheng", what other meaning does the first three characters have?

What's more important is where the killer is now and who is in danger.

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Today's night is so dark, everything around is foggy. The street light exudes a dim light, only a few mosquitoes fly on it, and the light pulls the shadow for a long time.

Everything in summer is sweltering and boring. The stickiness of sweat makes people feel a little more persistent. The grass on both sides is like a monster with teeth and claws. It seems to be able to devour people. The darkness spreads and spreads again. In the bottom of people's hearts, black can't see hope.

As soon as Zhang Shu stepped on his heavy steps, he took his briefcase and walked on the road that he had to go home every day.

He actually didn't like this life. He was nine to five, he didn't have much salary, he was tired of overtime, and the company had many rules.

I have to get up every morning in the chaos, dress myself up, buy a pancake on the road, and go to work by bus.

After experiencing a crowded and unpaid bus, I was late, and entered the company the moment before, sat in my place and started working.

The boss keeps asking you to do this, that, and your colleagues are constantly pushing you. This all makes him feel bored.

It's not disgusting, it's just disgusting. This is the life he has to accept. He actually loved running around in the past. He was not afraid of suffering and suffering. He took a little money to a new place and made enough money on the road. After that, I went into the old forest of the deep mountains to study those weird things, or to climb some difficult peaks.

Being a person always seeks new stimuli, looking for higher places to climb up.

But all this changed after he was ordered to go home for an honest blind date. Although he was talking to a girl, he really liked her, but his economic conditions were still insufficient, because there was no serious Work, the woman ’s parents wo n’t agree

Zhang Shu was an office worker honestly from the beginning, and the days before seemed to be as if it were a previous life.

An unfortunate thing happened today. The company wanted to downsize and start layoffs. He was unfortunately fired.

Life is so difficult.

On the way home, I had to go through a park. At night, the park was only lit by two lights on the stage side. Zhang Tianyi didn't have the mood to sit there alone, and continued to go home depressed.

Something obstructed his vision, Zhang Shu's breathing was almost stagnant the moment he saw it clearly.

It was a clown with a fluffy colorful wig, red nose, funny and scary makeup, wearing a hat and oil paint on his face, which made Zhang Shuyi's cold sweat instantly fall.

Zhang Shu thought of a lot of things at once, it was very late, because the company asked him to work overtime, so he just returned from the company to work overtime, because it was too far away, there was no bus, no taxi or anything Rest assured, so every time he worked overtime, he chose to walk back at night, so many days were fine, and I didn't expect something to happen on the day he was fired.

Isn't this clown in front of him a killer?

The clown smiled and looked terrible.

When Zhang Shuyi was hesitant to run away, he felt the touch of silk, and the clown held his hand.

As soon as Zhang Shu remembered what my colleagues said today, it seemed to be saying that a circus was about to perform a show on their side, and would take their children to see something.

Zhang Shuyi was puzzled by the clown and walked to the park on the stage.

A few minutes later, Zhang Shuyi finally understood that the clown just wanted to make him laugh.

This made him suddenly think of a picture, that is, he went to attend the cousin's year-end party, was pulled by the cousin to be a male companion, and the clown invited the clown to cheer. . But when the music sounded, he immediately rushed to the stage and performed cheerfully.

Zhang Shu smiled, but when the clown touched his neck with a knife, he couldn't laugh anymore.

The author has something to say: Liao Qingjie's assumption, if you play straight ...

Liao Qingjie: I like you

Sister Xin: Get off

Friendship puppies say they die.