Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

"Get in the car, Miss Shen."

Generally speaking, Shen Zhichu was kidnapped by Lu Tingchuan's people.

"Did you hand in your phone yourself, or did I have someone press you down for a body search?" Lu Tingchuan's aura of dominance over others was hanging over the carriage.

Shen Zhichu was forced to get into the car and had no choice but to retreat, and there was no way to ask for help around him. Lu Tingchuan was right in saying that if he didn't get close to him, he couldn't take revenge.

The revenge that Shen Zhichu wanted to give him could not be accomplished easily. When she was thinking about things, she was drooping her eyes, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her slender eyelashes curled up like butterfly wings, her crimson lips were pursed lightly, with a smile on her face. There was an undisguised coldness and a sharp edge.

Lu Tingchuan didn't give her much time to think. Shen Zhichu twirled the ring on her index finger, feeling a little more at ease. She took out the phone from her pocket and threw it to Lu Tingchuan, who handed it to the subordinate outside the car.

"drive."

The car slowly drove into the main road, Lu Tingchuan was not worried at all that Shen Zhichu would escape, so he graciously asked her to stare out the window while driving.

In addition to the three years when she died, she had been away from Rongcheng for almost five years. When she lost her memory, she was taken to J City by Li Jingshen.

Five years have allowed Rongcheng to stay on the front line. Even in the suburbs, there are high-rise buildings. When she returned to Rongcheng, she was busy with work all day long. With her special status, she rarely went out for a walk.

Now that I got in Lu Tingchuan's car, I realized that Rongcheng has really changed a lot. The seemingly familiar route and the surrounding commercial buildings have all changed.

The route is getting more and more remote, this place... Shen Zhichu paused.

"Although Rongcheng has changed a lot in recent years, do you feel familiar here?"

It was indeed very familiar, so familiar that it made her heart skip a beat. This is the place where Lu Tingchuan tortured her five years ago, and where Bai Qiu died.

Clenching the hands on his knees tightly, Lu Tingchuan didn't seem to notice her anger.

"After that fool was shot to death by me, do you know where I threw his body? It's in the sea here. Be nice by my side these days. When I feel better, I will take you to pay homage to him." , can also be considered to appease his dead soul."

Shen Zhichu's eyes were as red as if splashed with red ink, she lowered her head so that no one could see her face clearly.

"Angry?"

Only then did Shen Zhichu raise her eyes, and when she raised her eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if to say again: What are you.

Lu Tingchuan didn't feel humiliated at all, he really liked the rebellious and flamboyant feeling in Shen Zhichu's body, only in this way could he feel the pleasure of being destroyed.

The car drove in quickly, Shen Zhichu's familiarity with this road was entirely from "Shen Qing"'s memory, Lu Tingchuan built a tall house here.

Shen Qing was arranged to sleep here during the year he followed him.

Standing on the top floor, you can still see the seaside scenery. Shen Qing has looked at it many times, and even the beautiful scenery will get tired of seeing it too much. She actually wanted to jump from the top floor while standing there, but she never dared.

Shen Qing yearns for freedom wholeheartedly, even if forced to be a substitute, she still has hope.

Because of Shen Qing's memory, Shen Zhichu would not feel afraid even if she returned to the place where half her life was tortured.

The car stopped slowly, Shen Zhichu opened the door and got out. Lu Tingchuan walked in front of her, with a frivolous tone: "Let's go."

Shen Zhichu followed him into the elevator and directly went up to the first floor. The decoration in the room was the simplest three colors of black, white and gray, which made the place that was not very bright look even darker.

This is where Lu Tingchuan often lives, and he can feel the breath of life.

"I didn't eat much at noon today, you cook me something, just like before." Lu Tingchuan spoke in a commanding tone, completely ignoring her feelings and willingness, doing her own way exactly the same as Li Jingshen.

Same as before, Shen Zhichu didn't cook for him, only when Shen Qing was with him did he cook every day.

Shen Zhichu didn't object, and went to the kitchen to look around. There were no cameras, and Lu Tingchuan's subordinates were also downstairs, and there were only her and Lu Tingchuan here.

This is a good opportunity.

Shen Zhichu opened the refrigerator, and there was a box full of vegetables, it seemed that he had prepared it long ago.

Shen Zhichu picked a few home-cooked dishes that Shen Qing used to make, hot and sour potato shreds, braised pork, lotus root pork rib soup, mapo tofu, three dishes and one soup were enough for Lu Tingchuan to eat alone.

Lu Tingchuan is not as picky as Li Jingshen, so just deal with it casually.

Shen Zhichu washed his hands, turned on the stove and started a fire, first stewed the ribs soup, then washed and cut the vegetables, and then cooked the vegetables when the ribs soup was almost boiled.

It would take an hour to wait for the pork rib soup. During this time, Shen Zhichu was sluggishly in the kitchen, and Lu Tingchuan was separated from her by a wall. She could feel his gaze on her without turning her head.

Lu Tingchuan opened a bottle of wine and looked at the figure in the kitchen while drinking. He thought it would be fine if he stayed like this all the time. He had the idea of ​​imprisoning Shen Zhichu, even though he knew she was no longer "Shen Qing" but looking at that face, You can always lie to yourself.

Why do you want to deceive Shen Qing that he is not dead yet?

Lu Tingchuan didn't understand either, as if his normal life should be like this, like sunrise and sunset, dark to dawn, waiting for the sun to rise the next day every day.

Lu Tingchuan drank the wine in silence, chattering in his heart, as if a piece of meat had been poached, he admitted that he was a little lonely at the moment.

Shen Zhichu saw that the pork rib soup was almost ready, so she started to stir-fry vegetables. She quickly picked up the pot and put it on the table.

"Have a meal."

Lu Tingchuan put down the wine in his hands, washed his hands and sat on the table. Facing the dishes on the table, his dim eyes suddenly lit up for a moment.

It was a few dishes that "Shen Qing" used to cook, even the smell was the same, Shen Zhichu took a bowl and filled half a bowl of soup and put it in front of Lu Tingchuan.

Watching Lu Tingchuan drink the soup, she raised the corners of her lips: "Is it delicious?"

Lu Tingchuan didn't speak, picked up the chopsticks and tasted a few more dishes, all of which were familiar tastes.

He had just finished drinking a bottle of wine, and he didn't know if it was because he was drunk. He felt dizzy, and something flashed through his brain so fast that he couldn't grasp it. Finish the dishes in front of you one by one.

"You are Shen Qing, right? Because I asked you to be Shen Zhichu's substitute, you pretended to be so similar. You have fooled everyone, but you can't fool me. How could it be possible for someone else to cook the same taste as before? , I ate meals for more than 200 days, I remember."

Lu Tingchuan leaned against the table, he tried his best to raise his hand to touch Shen Zhichu's face, his hand shook so badly, the person in front of him turned into a phantom, he couldn't touch it no matter what.

Lu Tingchuan looked painful, and the look in his eyes was like a glass ball that was about to crack, as if it would shatter if touched lightly.

"Lu Tingchuan, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk." He usually drinks a lot, how could he be drunk with just a bottle of red wine now?But why is he so dizzy and can't see clearly?

He said with difficulty in a hoarse voice, "I just have a headache."

Headaches are an old problem, when he had a headache before, Shen Qing would put hot water on his head and give him a massage, but now...he looked at the woman in front of him.

Shen Zhichu played with the ring on his index finger, and moved his lips: "Why didn't it hurt you to death."

It really didn't look like Shen Qing could say it, she was cowardly and cowardly, how could someone who kept talking softly in front of him and didn't dare to speak out had the guts to curse him to death?

Lu Tingchuan tried to stand up, swayed his legs and knelt down, just kneeling in front of Shen Zhichu.

Shen Zhichu looked down at him from above, and a voice came from above his head, telling him a cruel fact: "Shen Qing is already dead."

"She's not dead, she must still be in this body, otherwise how could the dishes you make be exactly the same as hers."

"That's just her habit. Her habit is engraved in her bones and blood. Even if her soul disappears, she still remembers what you like." This is the truth. Shen Zhichu relied on Shen Qing's memory to make these few dishes. You know how much salt you need to put in, and what to use when you start the pot. This is all a habit.

After Shen Zhichu said this, an indescribable sadness welled up in her heart, which almost overwhelmed her, so she covered her heart.

Shen Qing has been dead for so long, but his body still feels sad when facing Lu Tingchuan.

Lu Tingchuan knelt on the ground and couldn't help shaking his body. He said in distress, "I never thought she would die."

But you, Lu Tingchuan, were the one who drove her to death, Shen Zhichu asked sarcastically, "Lu Tingchuan, do you love her?"

Lu Tingchuan didn't answer this question. He doesn't need a lover, but he needs someone who loves him. Thinking of a day when there is no one in the hospital bed, and the endless loneliness will swallow him up, it is more painful than death.

Sincerity may not be eaten as food, but it can give people the sustenance to live and continue to persevere.

Lu Tingchuan understood too late, when he woke up, the person who really loved him was already dead.

"In the future, no one will give you a massage when you have a headache, turn on the light to wait for you to go home when you don't come back late, prepare you hangover soup when you drink, and spend your brain thinking about your preferences every day. , the person who was thinking about how to make you happy is dead."

"She's not dead!" Lu Tingchuan suddenly yelled while lying on the ground, his face was cold, and he didn't realize that he was crying until he tasted the salty bitterness in his mouth.

Shen Zhichu was not intimidated by his voice at all, but just stared at him calmly, and said word by word: "The Shen Qing you want is already dead. When you used her to give her to someone else as a substitute, you died of a broken heart. Abandoned by you, she died of indifference and despair, the 385 days she was with you, you strangled her little by little, and she will never come back. "

"Lu Tingchuan, do you know how Shen Qing died? She took a whole bottle of sleeping pills and died peacefully on the bed with the gas on." Shen Zhichu looked at Lu Tingchuan's face with empty eyes, clenched his fists and almost pinched his nails. into the meat.

The emotion that was originally calm is now trembling, Shen Zhichu said hoarsely: "You know how much hope she has for the future, how much she wants to live, and it was you who snuffed out the last flame in her heart with your own hands!"