When Zuo woke me up, my brain was still blank.

"Wake up, we're leaving."

"Sleep a little longer."

"It's too late."

"What are you doing..." I glanced at my phone. It was only 8 am now. Today is Saturday, and I almost had all night last night. I was so sleepy:

"My house is quite far away, please let me sleep for a while."

I lay on the keyboard again, and then I heard Shi Zuo suddenly say:

"Let's go to see Hao Shuqing."

I rush up from the chair:

"What did you say?"

“The blog log is updated.”

Hearing this, I looked at the computer in front of him along Shi Zuocai's line of sight, and it was a log that was updated at around 2 a.m. last night.

【11/15】

[I met Mr. He today. The rain was heavy, and the mist was everywhere around the Guangzhou Tower, and I couldn't see anything clearly.]

When I first saw this diary, I was still a little confused, but when I substituted the narrator of the diary into He Yu, I immediately understood the meaning of this sentence.

Hao Shuqing is dead.

Mr. He is still alive.

There is only one place in this world where the living and the dead meet.

"So, He Yu went to the cemetery last night?"

Shi Zuo nodded:

"Zhongshan Cemetery."

"How do you know? I remember there seem to be several cemeteries in Guangzhou..."

"To be specific, it is eleven rooms." Shi Zuo said calmly:

"The end of the get out of class for self-study in the evening is 9:30, and the diary is published at 2:28, which should have been published after he returned home from the cemetery. This period was only five hours, and there were only three cemeteries within five hours of driving from Hinaki. Only two can see the Guangzhou Tower: Zhongshan and Golden Bell."

"Then he might have gone to Admiralty?"

"It rained heavily last night, and the visibility is very low. Admiralty is far away from Guangzhou Tower and should be invisible."

I was speechless for a while:

"How come you know everything?"

Shi Zuo Cai said the word "Baidu" expressionlessly and began to pack up his own things.

He walked towards the door and I hurriedly caught up with him.

"Is it a point for us to go to the cemetery to find Hao Shuqing? He Yu is no longer there, right?"

"Since you don't want to confront He Yudang, you have to use other methods to collect clues. At least we may be able to know what Hao Shuqing looks like."

I was convinced by him - to be honest, I was not convinced by him, I was just a gossip.

Sitting in the taxi to Zhongshan Cemetery, my sleepiness gradually faded and I slowly sorted out the harvest I had last night.

We have already learned what kind of woman Hao Shuqing is.

She likes Leslie Cheung, and her favorite song "Dream in the Inner River". She is nearly thirty years old and still maintains an enviable girlish feeling. She suffers from type 1 diabetes, and He Yu is the greatest sustenance in her life. She is extremely sensitive to the colors of this world, but she deeply loves a man who has no color in her eyes.

As long as I close my eyes, I feel as if I can see her. She seems to be sitting in front of the workbench, using a computer drawing board to outline the beautiful world in her eyes, and begins to miss her lover in her spare time.

Maybe she never knew what He Yu was thinking in her heart until she died.

Maybe the last moment in her life was spent in He Yu's arms. She might regret the disappearance of her life, or she might feel happy because the person she loves is still in front of her. But if Shi Zuo Cai's speculation was true - all this seemed to be too cruel.

I couldn't help asking:

"Shi Zuocai, do you think... He Yu really did that kind of thing to her?"

"Who knows?"

Shi Zuo turned his head slowly, resting his head on his hands, looking at me lazily, with a bit of inexplicable smile on his face - he was actually smiling!

I know he's starting to "nervous knife" again.

"The more self-repressed people are in life, the more likely they are to show anti-sh personality... On the contrary, those clowns who look crazy are actually not afraid of it."

I didn't say anything, and I had already made a promise in my heart. Looking back on the social news that has happened in the past few years, those prisoners who broke into kindergartens with knives and hurt innocent children were always unknown factory workers before committing the crime. If human pressure cannot be found to vent, it will sooner or later break like a short-circuited machine.

After a while, I recalled what Shi Zuo Cai said and slowly twitched the corners of my mouth:

"Speaking of this, why do I think you are talking about yourself?"

"Maybe it is." He said with a smile.

After entering the cemetery, Zuo walked directly into the registration room, claiming that he was here to worship his distant relatives, and reported Hao Shuqing's name. The staff did not have any doubts, so they directly carried out the roster. After searching for it, they pointed out the location of Hao Shuqing's tombstone.

Although Zuo had guessed that Hao Shuqing had passed away as early as last night, when the name really appeared on the list, my brain still couldn't help but feel dazed.

All this is true.

"Register your name before leaving."

The staff handed over the visiting list. I was hesitating when Zuo had already taken it over, signed the name in a scattered manner, and handed it to me again.

I looked closely and found that the scribbled handwriting seemed to be "Lan Silin", which was clearly a nonsense pseudonym.

I thought about it and signed "Take Kaneshiro" in more sloppy handwriting below.

It rained heavily in Guangzhou last night, and the path leading to the cemetery was covered with mud. On the left and right sides of my vision were all kinds of tombstones. The names on the tombstones were evidence of their living in the world, and they were also the last traces they left in this world.

The sky was still gray, and I followed Shi Zuocai, and my steps were a little slower, and I felt a little awe inexplicably.

More nervous.

We have already met Miss Hao Shuqing, and now we are about to see her.

I never thought I would really see her, and I never thought it would be in this way.

Fortunately, I don’t need to brew greetings.

Holding many unspeakable emotions, I continued to walk forward.

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The process of finding the tombstone is much easier than I thought.

November is not a special festival. The only people who worship in the huge cemetery are me and Shi Zuo.

So, we easily saw the black umbrella among the rows of tombstones.

——It rained in Guangzhou last night.

There were wet water droplets on the umbrella. It leaned quietly on Hao Shuqing's tombstone, like the lover's silent and generous arms.

The tombstone was not wet. It was left deliberately.

Shi Zuocai and I looked at each other, and squatted down in front of the monument at the same time, and looked at it carefully.

What is disappointing is that there is not much information worth paying attention to on the tombstone. There is no record of Hao Shuqing's life, only her name, birth and death date.

"It seems we've been in vain this time."

I stood up, stretched my muscles and bones a little. I found a stone and rubbed off the mud on the toe of the shoe.

"Um?"

Shi Zuocai's voice came from behind. I turned my head and saw him squatting in the position where I had just squatted, concentrating on studying my footprints.

"What are you doing?"

The soil in the cemetery was very soft and could easily leave footprints on it after being hit by the rain. I could even see a string of footprints that did not belong to us, which obviously belonged to He Yu.

The footprints coincided with the position where we were squatting just now, which meant that he had squatted down in front of the tombstone.

Shi Zuo stretched out his hand, slashed the soil in front of the monument for a while, and took out a stone the size of a thumb.

After carefully wiping it, my eyes slowly widened.

“What’s going on?”

What I had on my left hand turned out to be a ring.

A small diamond is embedded on it, and it is shining with a faint light under the sunlight after the rain.
To be continued...