nonhuman affairs administration

Xu Niannan grabbed the officer's hand that was flipping through the records, her eyes red: "Tingting, has she moved away?"

The police officer lowered his eyes and looked at the record: "Yes, she moved away."

Xu Niannan squatted down, she seemed a little unable to accept it.

Her body was shivering, and after a while, she seemed to be enduring something.

In the end, the emotions that had collapsed all night finally overwhelmed her like a flood that had released its floodgates.

She buried her face between her knees and burst into tears: "She didn't move away, she didn't leave here, she saved me... you lied to me..."

Everyone present was silent.

If there really are ghosts in this world, maybe it was the little girl named Tingting who saved Xu Niannan's life.

There are so many things in the world that cannot be explained by science, and one or two more things don't seem to matter much.

There was a murder in the house Xu Niannan rented, and she couldn't go back. In such a big city, she had no friends who were good enough to let her stay overnight.

She took a room in a nearby hotel and quit her job the next day.

As the investigation progresses, the truth of the case begins to emerge.

The person who broke into the house and robbed the house was originally a courier, and he learned Xu Niannan's address information when delivering the courier.

Single girls who have left their hometowns, rarely socialize, have inconspicuous looks, and are hidden in the crowd, making them good targets.

The man came in through the door carrying vegetables that day. The guard thought he was a relative of someone who lived there and stayed there, so he paid no attention to him.

Someone who lived next door also saw the man entering Xu Niannan's room, but thought he was her boyfriend and didn't think much about it.

If Xu Niannan went home as usual that day, perhaps she would have had a bad ending.

It’s not hard to imagine what the consequences would be.

It was Tingting who saved her, Xu Niannan firmly believed it.

Xu Niannan missed that little girl with bright eyes, but he never saw her again from that day on.

The police officer handling the case suggested that she see a psychiatrist, but Xu Niannan refused.

Xu Niannan didn't think Tingting was a figment of her imagination. They had met before.

Xu Niannan recalled the scene when he first met Tingting downstairs, when the little girl was playing shuttlecock.

People in big cities are cold and cold, and Xu Niannan felt that she was not a nosy person, but that day she saw a little girl playing shuttlecock alone downstairs.

The sun has just set, and the edge of the city is a cool deep blue.

Feeling that someone was watching her, the little girl stopped kicking the shuttlecock, her dark eyes filled with innocence that didn't understand the world.

Obsidian-like eyes watched Xu Niannan walking over and half-crouching in front of her.

Maybe the little girl was too cute. Xu Niannan touched her red hair rope and asked her softly: "Kid, do you want to eat cake?"

The little girl looked at her, neither avoiding nor talking to her.

Xu Niannan smiled, feeling like a human trafficker.

She kept the cake, which was leftover from the store where she worked. It was not freshly made, but it was still sweet and delicious.

Xu Niannan graduated from college and went out to find a job. Every time she got off work, she would bring a piece of cake home, which could be used for breakfast or dinner.

Maybe it was that day that she felt a little homesick, that small village that was poor but filled with parents who were ill-informed.

The city is too big, so the intimacy between people seems to be separated by a layer.

This seemed to be just a very ordinary encounter, and it did not leave a deep impression on Xu Niannan, because life was still going on, and the days were rushing forward like running water.

Xu Niannan is like countless empty urban youths, being carried forward by the torrent of time, as if rushing towards an endless abyss.

After the case was concluded, Xu Niannan changed his job in a cake shop and rented a house in the next street.

She would go back to the building to take a look from time to time, when she was in a bad mood, or when she felt forgotten by the world.

People may need to have a sense of existence to live, Xu Niannan thought.

Perhaps that man just saw that she was living alone and her circle was small. Even if something happened, no one would find out soon, so he would attack him.

No matter how bad things happen, life still has to go on. Xu Niannan met a very good colleague when he was at work.

They rented a house together with colleagues, and the rent was lower than when they rented alone.

The money saved in a month was transferred to my father's account as before and sent home to buy a house for my brother.

At home, Xu Niannan always felt that she was the redundant one; in society, she seemed to be dispensable.

Xu Niannan rarely talks to her parents on the phone. As long as the money arrives on time, her parents rarely ask about her current situation. Even when they talk on the phone, their parents talk about their younger brother more.

A younger brother with a smart and flexible mind, a younger brother who has been admitted to a key university, a younger brother who has dated a partner in the city, and in the future there will probably be a younger brother who enters the system, a younger brother who has a decent job, and a younger brother who lives a happy life.

In the proud tone of her parents, Xu Niannan had never heard her name.

Xu Niannan has been downplaying many things since then. She rarely talks about her affairs to her family and sends money back as usual, but she no longer expects her parents' attention and love for her.

Sometimes she felt that her whole body was becoming colder, and few people could touch her mind.

My colleague is a girl who loves to laugh, and their personalities get along well with each other. They watch TV dramas together, cook together, and try out cheap and beautiful skirts found online in front of the full-length mirror. Life seems to be slowly getting better.

But for countless nights, she would think of that little girl, and would sweetly call her sister and ask her to play with the flower rope.

If it hadn't been for that day when two very tall men walked into the bakery, Xu Niannan felt that she would have lived like this for a long, long time.

A tall man in a white shirt lowered his head slightly when he entered.

The other one is slightly younger, has a fashionable perm and a more energetic personality.

Xu Niannan remembered that his eyes were beautiful, sparkling black, with deep double eyelids and long eyelashes - just like Tingting's eyes.

The curly-haired boy chose a cake, and when he left, he handed Xu Niannan a pen with a red woolen rope wrapped around the pen clip.

Xu Niannan's heart skipped a beat. When he looked up again, the two men had already walked away side by side.

Xu Niannan held the pen tightly, as if she knew something - she recognized the rope.

Everything seemed to be natural. Xu Niannan went home that day, brought a piece of cake, bought chicken legs, and started cooking by himself.

My colleague had something to do, so she ate alone that evening, but two sets of bowls and chopsticks were provided.

The pen was tucked into Xu Niannan's left coat pocket. She was smiling while eating.

In the invisible world of Xu Niannan, Tingting, tied with a red woolen hair rope, satisfactorily finished a big chicken drumstick and a piece of very sweet cake.