[Qi Fu] Prisoner

14

Before dawn this morning, Zhang Qishan came to my room. At that time, I closed my eyes and focused on keeping my breathing steady, so I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could vaguely feel him approaching the bed and then leaving.

I noticed it because a few days ago, I decided not to inject the injections given by the officer; although it was very effective for calming the mind, it was too effective.Once I woke up and found that someone had been in the room for an unknown time and how long, which made me terrified. Although I later found out that it was Zhang Qishan, this kind of situation that seemed to have passed out and was completely unknown to everything around me was still very frightening. disturbed.

Except for him, no one in this mansion will come in at will when the door of my room is closed.

Just like now, the sound of brooms brushing the ground came from outside, moving from far to near, and then gradually from near to far; after a while, the maids would come to wipe the floor again, and the door was not opened, so they only cleaned the corridor.If I can seize the short opportunity to leave when no one is passing by, I can create the illusion that I am still sleeping.

and so on.

Wait,

Wait,

It's now!

I quickly opened and closed the door, and ran towards Zhang Qishan's study with the fastest and lightest steps I could.These days I have roughly mastered his schedule, go out early in the morning, come back at noon, and go out after a short rest.If I act in the morning, I have to lie back on the bed before he arrives at the mansion at noon, come out of the room occasionally in the afternoon, and let anyone in the mansion see me staying where I should be.

According to the wall clock on the study wall, I still have four hours.

A few days ago, I had roughly browsed through the files in the drawer, and as expected, the deployment map of Changsha was not among them.It is speculated that such confidential things were placed in Zhang Qishan's office; apart from his office, there is also a need to search the archives.

It may take some time before I can get the permission to enter those places at will; at least for now, I will start with the range I can get in touch with, and collect as much information as possible.I took out the whole stack of documents from the drawer, and carefully flipped through yesterday’s progress. Even though they were just complicated official documents, it was hard to say whether there would be valuable information in them; in order not to be noticed, the original documents could not be taken out. You have to seize the time to free up other papers as soon as possible, and the order of sending and receiving official documents can only be sorted out later when there is room.

In the process of flipping through documents, there is always an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. I can be sure that I have done the same thing before: facing a huge amount of official documents, it is urgent to make an immediate judgment and select meaningful key sentences. The result is like finding a needle in a haystack It is definitely not the first time I have experienced the sense of anxiety and confusion and the urgent pressure of time.I think it may be the memory of entering here many times to search for information before the accident; the strange thing is, it seems that it has never been reported to us.

So where exactly was I and what did I find?

I put down the files and walked around the study.The sense of familiarity disappeared, and the location pattern in my impression was far from what I saw in front of me. It didn't seem to be here.

I don't know why, but this subtle difference makes people very concerned.I closed my eyes, trying to dig more out of that vague memory.

Just when he was about to think of something, he heard the noise from downstairs.

Did Zhang Qishan come back so early today?

The chaotic footsteps approached in a hurry, I rushed to the table, quickly gathered the stack of documents, the movement was too big, the air flow brought up a few sheets of paper slipped to one side, and fluttered back and forth on the ground as if mocking me.

That's too late.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and I met the eyes of the intruder.

"...Miss Yin."

Her almond-eyed eyes were wide open, staring at the document in my hand unabashedly: "Adjutant Zhang? What are you squatting here for?"

I stood up slowly and put the paper back as casually as possible; just in time to put it back in the drawer before the housekeeper behind her saw it, and responded, "I'm looking for something."

The woman seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the housekeeper: "Madam, let's wait in the living room..."

"The adjutant can be in the study, why do I have to go to the hall? I am Zhang Qishan's wife, so you don't care where to wait for him."

Her voice was pretty, but there was an imposing manner in her words that could not be refused. She stomped over and sat down on the main seat. The butler looked at me, shook his head as if helplessly, and walked out to close the door.

"Tell me, what are you looking for?" The woman folded her hands on her chest, tilted her head sideways, and asked me sideways with her big eyes.

She has a sweet face and gorgeous clothes, and her whole portrait is like a peacock showing its feathers to its fullest.But I didn't bother to talk to her for no reason, and I didn't think of an excuse yet, so I said, "This is Buddha's study, and what I'm looking for are my things. No matter from what point of view, it seems that there is no need to report to Miss Yin."

"Adjutant Zhang! You—"

She jumped up and pointed at me, but instead of yelling as expected, she narrowed her eyes as if she suddenly thought of something: "Why do you call me Miss Yin? You used to call me Madam."

Yeah?But when I saw her for the first time just now, it was indeed this name that flashed in my mind.I didn't want to change my words, so I just pretended I didn't hear it.

"I heard from our old gentleman Lin that you forgot what happened in the past?" Miss Yin looked me up and down, and said bluntly, "Is it true? Or is it just pretending?"

I still ignored it and let her circle around me.

"I've been skeptical since before, you—" She stopped, and her already big eyes opened even wider: "Do you really look down on me and don't want me to become Mrs. Zhang?...Don't try to deny it! "

Is this woman mentally ill?

She didn't feel my contempt for her, she raised her chin, nodded her head and said, "So you moved away at that time, it really was to make me look bad - didn't you? I felt strange and agreed Wanted to help Zhang Qishan to get married, but not long after, he began to avoid me, and he didn't even stay at home, and stayed outside with him from morning to night all day? You can pretend, call your wife on the surface, and say anything, yes, Yes, she disappeared at a critical moment, causing my husband to worry about it, and even drove me back! You still think I'm annoying!"

At the end, those eyes were filled with tears, and they glared at me bitterly: "You did it on purpose, right? You said you lost your memory, why do you still remember to call me Miss Yin?"

I was speechless.

It's not that she doesn't want to talk back, but that she can't understand what she is saying.

Just as he was looking for a reason to get out from here, the roar of a motorcycle engine came from outside the window.

Zhang Qishan is back.