The heartthrob really didn't fish

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Qin Feihe's worried voice snapped Song Jiabao back from his thoughts.

Song Jiabao raised his head in astonishment, and found that both the doctor and Qin Feihe were looking at him.

The doctor also asked: "You don't look well, how about I show you by the way?"

"I'm fine, I just suddenly remembered something."

Qin Feihe said: "If it's something urgent, you can go first, it doesn't matter if I'm alone."

Song Jiabao's mind was in a mess, and he didn't think much about it, he stood up unsteadily, "Then I'll go first."

The doctor looked at Song Jiabao's leaving back with disapproval, and said to Qin Feihe, "Did you just let your brother go like this? He doesn't look like he's okay."

Qin Feihe said helplessly: "I will visit him again later, he probably won't listen to me now."

"That's true. He seems to be stubborn."

Qin Feihe lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, as if he agreed with the doctor's words, but also seemed to be a silent objection.

Song Jiabao didn't know about the conversation between Qin Feihe and the doctor. He had already walked out of the hospital. The sun was out. The sun wasn't hot, but it was very dazzling. It made him feel a terrible destructive power that would dry out his life. .

It wasn't until the driver called to remind Song Jiabao that he had arrived that Song Jiabao had no choice but to take a deep breath and walk out.

The hospital was gradually left behind by him. A tall figure stood at the end of the corridor on the second floor, looking down at his disappearing figure. The car merged into the main road and disappeared in the traffic. He also turned and left.

Half an hour later, Song Jiabao returned to the complex. The elevator happened to stop on the first floor. He walked in, but suddenly hesitated when pressing the floor.

Is he going to visit the nineteenth floor?

Jiang Yuhe...will he be there?

Song Jiabao's head was in a mess, and before he could sort out one, two, three, four, he had already stretched out his hand and pressed down on the nineteenth floor like a ghost.

The feeling of weightlessness made his heart hang to the highest point. The moment he stepped out of the elevator, Song Jiabao even had the illusion of being suspended in the air.

Song Jiabao took a deep breath, walked out of the elevator, and stared blankly at the long corridor.

The lighting during the day was good, and there was no oppressive feeling like that at night, but he still felt heavy under his feet and couldn't take a step.

At that moment, many things emerged in his mind, all of which were flashbacks that were beyond his control.

He remembered that when Jiang Yuhe first came to the company last year, he shook hands with him. Jiang Yuhe's hand was hot and strong. He touched Jiang Yuhe symbolically and wanted to take it back.

But Jiang Yuhe's eyes were distracted when he looked at him - at that time, Jiang Yuhe's eyes clearly recognized him, and maybe he was secretly included in today's plan in his heart.

All along, Jiang Yuhe took the initiative to come to him. Jiang Yuhe said that they were the closest in age, so he wanted to make friends with him-in fact, at that time, did Jiang Yuhe really just regard him as a friend?

Jiang Yuhe occasionally looked at him with eyes he couldn't understand, and when he found out, it would immediately turn into a beautiful smiling face, and he had never been puzzled by it.

He should have been puzzled, he should have noticed something was wrong long ago, maybe things didn't have to develop to this extent.

Song Jiabao lifted his heavy legs with difficulty, and walked towards No. 1910 at the end of the corridor step by step.

Gradually, there seemed to be no thoughts in his mind. It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed that it was just a moment. When he recovered, he had already stopped in front of the door of 1910.

Song Jiabao wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door, but the moment his knuckles were about to touch the door, he couldn't knock anymore.

Fear was like an invisible thin thread, binding his wrist. Every time he moved forward, Song Jiabao felt that his wrist was about to be strangled to pieces.

Song Jiabao withdrew his hand and gasped for breath while clutching his inexplicably painful wrist. The corridor was empty, and his voice was amplified infinitely, echoing over and over again.

He seemed to be alone here again.

What if something like yesterday happened again?

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Song Jiabao raised his head in horror and looked around. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he actually saw a tall figure hiding in the stairwell.

There are too few people here, even if he confronted that person, he would not have the advantage.

Song Jiabao's sanity suddenly came back, and he ran to the elevator.

Fortunately, the elevator he got up just now was still on this floor, so he directly took the empty elevator back to the seventeenth floor.

After entering his own room, Song Jiabao could breathe a sigh of relief. He belatedly realized that his back was drenched in cold sweat at some point.

He almost made another mistake.

Song Jiabao slid along the door and sat on the ground with his head buried in his knees. It took a long time before he calmed down.

Fortunately, he ran back. In fact, the best place to verify Jiang Yuhe should be the company. There are many people there. Even if Jiang Yuhe is angered, he can't do anything to him.

Song Jiabao got up and felt a little hungry. He casually ordered takeaway and ate something, and then spent the whole afternoon studying how to ask Jiang Yuhe about the latest things tomorrow. After studying and studying, he fell asleep for some reason.

As night fell slowly, it was a delivery man who woke up Song Jiabao from his chaotic dream.

Song Jiabao never ordered takeaway again at night, so there is no doubt that it was that person who ordered it for him again.

Tomorrow maybe everything will be over, so Song Jiabao didn't want to make any troubles tonight, so he took the takeaway.

After returning to the house, Song Jiabao noticed that not only the dinner was delivered, but also a small bag containing ointment.

There were three ointments, and he didn't understand the difference between the ointments at all. Perhaps that person also considered this possibility, and attached a note inside, explaining that the ointments should be used in different ways. Where.

After a few glances, Song Jiabao finally realized that the green ointment he was holding was actually used in that kind of place!

With a livid face, he threw the ointment into the trash can. He would never clean it up before applying the ointment as the man said.

He would rather die!

Then Song Jiabao quickly thought that maybe it would be fine if he didn't use the ointment. After all, he had removed the surveillance in the room and replaced the door lock with a new one, so the man couldn't do anything to him now.

Thinking of this, for some reason, Song Jiabao didn't breathe a sigh of relief, but instead had a vague premonition that something was about to happen.

Song Jiabao stood up and walked around a few times, checking all the windows one by one, but there was no suspicious sign, then turned off the lights and searched for the camera again, but couldn't find it.

Returning to the sofa, he threw away all the medicines in one go. The note was about to be thrown into the drawer under the coffee table, but his eyes accidentally caught the note thrown in before, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.

He took out the two pieces of paper and compared them together. Although one was written in English and the other was written in Chinese, and he had never learned any handwriting identification, he just inexplicably decided that they were written by the same person.

I have read such a sentence before, and you can tell what kind of person its owner is from the handwriting. Song Jiabao feels this way now.

The man's strokes are not long, but extraordinarily sharp, horizontal and vertical, and the font size is surprisingly consistent, like the fonts typed by a printer, but more beautiful than the printed ones.

He thought, this should be a calm lunatic—on the surface, he looks dignified and steady, but in fact he is full of sharp aggression.

Immediately, Song Jiabao suddenly thought, since he wrote this note, then...the person who delivered the food just now...was also him!

Song Jiabao tried his best to recall the characteristics of the delivery man, and kept turning on the monitor in his hand, and tuned to a few minutes ago.

The surveillance did capture the delivery man, even his face, but he knew it was not that person, the delivery man was a bit short.

When walking, he subconsciously arched his back and walked briskly, which was very different from that man's temperament.

But even if it's not me, it's rewarding.

Since the note was written by the man himself, it means that the delivery man must have had contact with him.

Song Jiabao quickly dialed the number of the guard room. As soon as the other party connected, he couldn't wait to ask: "Hello, I am a resident of 1704. I would like to ask, did any delivery staff go out just now?"

"I only saw one that went in, and it hasn't come out yet."

Song Jiabao held back his excitement and said, "I have something to do with him. Can you wait for him to come out later? I'll come out right away."

"Okay, I'll talk to him later."

Song Jiabao ran out in a hurry, and from a distance, he saw a delivery boy in an orange coat standing at the gate of the community, that figure was obviously the person who delivered food to him just now.

He ran over at a faster speed, and before he had time to catch his breath, he showed the takeaway order to the deliveryman:

"Hello, it was you who delivered the takeaway to me just now. Let me ask, who ordered this takeaway for me?"

"This..." The delivery man glanced at the order, "It was indeed delivered by me, but the order is all online, and I don't know who ordered it for you."

"Is there still a small bag of medicine tied to the takeaway? There is also a note written by him in it. He should have given it to you in person, right? You help me think about it again, this is really important to me."

"The medicine was indeed handed to me by a person. He was waiting for me at the door. As soon as I arrived, he showed me the order and asked me to bring it to you."

"Do you remember what he looked like?"

The delivery man scratched his head, "Well... I remember that he is quite tall, wearing a suit, and has a good temperament."

"What about the face? Any information is fine, such as single eyelid or double eyelid, long or narrow eyes?"

"I really don't remember this. I was in such a hurry that I didn't look at his face carefully." The delivery man returned the order to me, "If this is what you want to ask, I'll tell you everything I know. A few orders were rushed, so I left first."

Song Jiabao anxiously grabbed the delivery man's wrist, "Do me one last favor, I can compensate you for the loss of the delivery."

Seeing that Song Jiabao was really anxious, the delivery man agreed, "Then... okay, as long as it's not a crime, I'll try to help if I can."

"Do you know his phone number?"

"The platform has privacy protection. I only display the first three digits and the last four digits of the phone number."

"Then you should be able to call him?" Song Jiabao swallowed and said with difficulty, "Can I call him?"