Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Sister Qian, I sent two people to watch Bro Sheng’s house and Zhou Jing’s apartment, as you asked. They have both reported back to me already. The time written on the bottom right of the pictures was when they were shot. They were all taken tonight around 11:30 in the evening. They were only separated by a few minutes.”
Jiang Qianqian looked at the two pictures she had received as the voice message was playing.
One was in a car, the Ya He apartment complex in the background. Zhou Jing was driving, while Liang Doukou sat in the passenger seat.
The other picture was of Liang Doukou. She had makeup on, but it had been smudged a bit. Her hair was a little messy, too. She had simply tied it in a ponytail.
There was a three minute difference in when the two pictures had been shot, just as the voice message had said.
Jiang Qinqian had never gone to the Ya He apartment complex. She didn’t know the exact location of it, so she googled it. She found it was in the fourth ring of the city, on the east side.
Gu Yusheng’s house was in the second ring, on the west side of the city. There was about 20 miles in between the two locations.
In three minutes, there was no way Liang Doukou could have travelled from one place to the other.
Therefore, these two pictures confirmed her guess that there must have been two Liang Doukous.
However, which one was the real one, and which one was the fake one?
It didn’t matter which one was the real one, because it was obvious that Zhou Jing and the real Liang Doukou knew about the fake one. In other words, Zhou Jing and Liang Doukou had arranged the fake Liang Doukou.
Why had they done that?
Jiang Qianqian paced in her bedroom with her cell phone in hand for a long time, but she couldn’t figure it out.
She would be fine even if she couldn’t figure it out, as long as she was certain there were two Liang Doukous. When she figured out which one was the fake one, she could go see Wu Hao.
Zhou Jing was cunning. When she had fought with Liang Doukou, Zhou Jing had sabotaged her plan. She needed to avoid Zhou Jing if she wanted things happen the way she planned.
It seemed that she needed to find an excuse to go to Gu Yusheng’s house the next day in the early morning.
…
Qin Zhi’ai hadn’t slept the whole day. She was so exhausted that she couldn’t stay awake.
When she did fall asleep, she didn’t sleep soundly. She dreamed about things that had happened in the past and now. They all mixed together. She felt sad sometimes and happy other times in her dream, which made her very emotional. When she woke up, she found her pajamas were wet, and her throat was dry and sore. Her body was so hot that she felt like she was on fire.
Did she have a fever?
Qin Zhi’ai could barely turn her body on the bed. She positioned herself in a slightly more comfortable position and closed her eyes.
She had blankets on her, but she still had cold shivers, along with waves and waves of cold sweat. She felt like there was a huge stone pressed on her chest, since it seemed like it took all her effort just to breathe.
She wanted to get off the bed to get some water, but she couldn’t move her body. She had to continue laying on the bed.
She clearly felt her temperature get higher and higher until it felt like she was going to melt.
She reached her hand out to search on the bed for a while before she found her cell phone. Her fingers trembled, but she managed to make a call.
