There was already a circle of people on the deck where the two fat cats fell into the water behind her. More and more attention was attracted to it, but they ignored the two figures walking backwards in the crowd. The hand held her as she shuttled through the crowd and

Among the animals, they walked very quickly, thinking about the direction of the cabin.

The hand holding her was thin and slender, and it was cold when held, as if it could not hold the heat. At first glance, he looked very similar to Fang Muzhi. If it were not for the fact that his attire was not similar to Fang Muzhi's,

The clothes on the island were exactly the same, so Sling would most likely think that he had just mistakenly recognized the wrong person. But even the timeless watch on his wrist was exactly the same, so this was no longer a coincidence.

After thinking about this, Si Ling was not in a hurry to speak. This person came up from the lake and probably took the same route as him to get here. There is no need to guess his identity. He should be the person pretending to be Zhang Qi.

.It’s just that he doesn’t know what happened on the island. He wants to pretend to be what he is now and continue to chase after his fishing bait.

The crescent moon was reflected in the middle of the dark lake. As the water waves trembled, she looked up at the moon again. When did the ship turn? For such a large ship, it is difficult to feel the adjustment of the ship's course when you are in it, and there are so many surroundings

There was no fixed reference, only the crescent moon above her head. At this time, it still made a 180-degree turn. Could it be that the ship had been spinning in place? She frowned and turned around

He looked at the dark water again and seriously considered the possibility of finding a way out from the bottom of the water again.

What happened to the island, and why did the fake Zhang Qi chase him? Sling felt like a fly trapped in a glass, wishing to bump into every glass.

When Siling came back to her senses, the man holding her had already handed out a sign and showed it to the young man guarding the door. The young man nodded slightly in greeting and glanced at Siling behind him.

It's like a secret jab to express that one person has one card, "Sir, please come with me."

"Hmm?" The fake Zhang Qi snorted, lazily and extremely arrogant. Si Ling never thought that he would see such a look on Fang Muzhi's face. He was fierce and cold, and his part-time job was just from TV.

The look of a polite scum walking out.

Before the young man at the door could answer, he raised his hand and picked at the table where the young man was standing. The sound of wooden signs rubbing and hitting could be heard. He picked up a piece of red rope with two fingers and pulled out the sign, very casually.

He glanced at it and said, "Well..." and then raised his hand and threw the sign into Siling's arms.

Gen brand.

"Ahem!" Fake Zhang Qi raised his chin, lifted up the sign that he had not yet grasped firmly, and threw it into the pile of wooden signs again with a "crash". He showed a sly smile and patted the young man.

The person's shoulders walked delicately towards the cabin.

Only then did Si Ling see clearly that the young man was not fooled by the fake Zhang Qi's aura. He had not made any move since the fake Zhang Qi made that questioning "huh?"

Without blinking, he looked straight ahead diagonally - where Siling was standing just now.

If his expression hadn't been frozen for a moment, Sling might not have noticed the contempt under his polite smile. It was like a cross-section of this soul on a certain spiritual level, and the more he looked at it, the more it became

Her scalp felt numb. She quickly followed the fake Zhang Qi, and a person's name came to her mind——

"Jiu Ze?"

The person in front of him froze, then laughed twice, "Hmm, do you recognize him?"

"How do you get out of here?" Since they were acquaintances, Siling spoke concisely and went straight to the point.

Jiuze stopped completely this time, but did not turn around. He was carrying her on his back, and his voice still sounded lazy: "Shouldn't you ask me if I am Zhang Qi? In other words, shouldn't you ask me why I killed him?

Zhang Qi?"

The moment Si Ling called out Jiuze's name, she figured out the cause of Zhang Qi's death. If it was a lie to say that she was not afraid of Jiuze at all, this person's indifference was not a pretense, but a genuine indifference to others.

Life is important. Squeezing yourself to death is no different than squeezing an ant to death. Zhang Qi probably didn't do anything, but he was unlucky enough to meet Jiuze, the god of plague, and lost his life. Even Jiuze didn't have to.

He just wanted to do this, so he did it.

Zhang Qi is indeed innocent.

But people in the world of mortals, don’t they have to endure this kind of patience every day?

There is such a kind of person in the world who will stand up and ask for an explanation when he sees injustice. Just like a child will jump out to accuse a person of trampling an ant to death and try to seek justice for the ant. It is not that

Because children have good intentions, they just don’t need to bear the consequences of accusations.

Only those children who are protected by their parents will do such things, and then hide under the protection of "just a child". They will continue to be complacent with the aura of innocence.

Such a halo has always been a luxury for Si Ling. She is just another passing ant. She is just grateful that this person did not take another step forward and trample her to death. If she had to jump out and think about it at this moment,

Only when the companions who have been buried under the feet of human beings are redressed can they really be impatient to live.

"I'm not Zhang Qi, am I still asking for my life?"

After hearing her words, Jiuze slowly turned around. The expression on his face was half-smiling, but he couldn't tell what his emotions were. He half-closed his eyes and muttered: "No words."

This meant that she didn't want to answer. Si Ling pursed her lips and changed the question: "What time is it now?" Seeing Jiuze's smile gradually faded and his eyes suddenly glanced over, she immediately added another sentence:

"I feel hungry. Is it time to eat?" He said, crossing Jiuze and walking towards the cabin.

This guy had a face like Fang Muzhi's. His expression could be frivolous or stern at times, and he could not speak the truth. He was very scary.

"It must have been five or six hours since you came in, right? Let's go, I'll take you to dinner first."

Has it been so long? Ever since she got to the island and got rid of her mobile phone, her sense of time has been a little confused. Through the small window in the corridor, the moonlight was bright, and Sling muttered: "It's not dawn yet... outside?"

"Well... here, Xiangjun, there is only the moon, not the sun."

The last time Xiangjun was here was a courtyard, this time it was a flower boat. The antique aesthetic coupled with the dark environment made Si Ling more curious about this place. Passing by the corridor, it was very close to the row of wing rooms on the left.
Chapter completed!