Chapter 6: There is someone behind.

I am Xue Er's friend

Lin Hua suddenly felt a twinge of regret, realizing that she should not have stayed out so late. If she couldn't catch a taxi, it would take her at least over an hour to walk back to the apartment she rented.

No, it's not an echo! It's the footsteps of another person!

This area is relatively remote, and it is now approaching midnight. On such a snowy night, not to mention taxis, even pedestrians have become quite scarce.

After she entered the internet café, she suddenly thought: Wasn't it also in this internet café that Wu Yun was attacked that night? ... And then, before she had even returned home, she was ...

Curiosity can kill a cat. Lin Hua is not a cat, but he too may be harmed

Ice: "No! You are lying to me! I don't believe it! It was her who told you to say this, wasn't it? You are Xue'er, aren't you? Xue'er, if you no longer love me, just tell me, don't torment me like this!"

Ice: "Xue'er, is that you? Have you finally agreed to meet me?"

Snow: "I did not deceive you, listen to what I have to say."

Snow: "She is dead ... ... "

Lin Hua engaged in a brief internal struggle and then decided: just for a little while, to see what secrets might be hidden in that QQ number. Just half an hour, leaving before 11 o'clock

Lin Hua chuckled inwardly and said somewhat sarcastically, "How can you be sure that what she gave you is her real name"

hetushu.com.com Ice: "None"

There is someone behind you

Curiosity is not necessarily a good thing. Many years ago, she read Wesley's novels and learned that Wesley was an extremely curious person, which led him to be caught up in bizarre and thrilling stories. But that is fiction, that is Wesley. What about herself?

Lin Hua regretfully tapped her head; it was too late for regrets now. She did not want to return to the internet café. Fortunately, she had arranged to meet him online tomorrow night. If he was online, it would not be too late to ask him then

Stepping out of the internet café, a thick layer of snow had already blanketed the ground. Lin Hua tightened his coat and carefully walked forward in the snow.

Lin Hua finally typed a line of text in the dialogue box

Bing: "Xue'er, speak up! Your phone number has changed, and I can't find you!"

I am in Qingcheng

Lin Hua felt a bit overwhelmed. She just noticed that the QQ nickname she logged in with was "Snow." And that person was "Ice." What kind of connection exists between ice and snow

However, at this moment, she did not pay much attention to these matters and was still reflecting on her earlier conversation with Han Bing

Lin Hua was taken aback for a moment because there was only one friend in the entire QQ

The echo is growing louder.

Lin Hua stared blankly at the screen for a moment and said to Bing: "So wwwhetushu.com, tomorrow night at 8 o'clock, wait for me on QQ." Then she logged off without waiting for a response.

Lin Hua was stunned upon seeing the picture: the woman in the image was a beauty as pure and holy as ice and snow! Even with a slight smile, this beauty exuded an aura of unattainability. This sense of distance stemmed from her ethereal presence and her unparalleled grace.

Lin Hua thought for a moment and then said: "In that case, tell me which university Meng Xue is studying at, and I will go find her for you"

Before I had the chance to open his profile, that avatar lit up immediately! Soon after, messages flooded in: Bing: "Xue'er, you finally made it!"

Lin Hua then asked, "You are not in this city, are you?"

Information continues to pour in from that side

Then he sent a picture. A few seconds later, the picture opened.

This feeling gave her an ominous sense. She instinctively turned around and looked at the world outside the internet café, where snow was falling heavily. Suddenly, she felt that the assassin was standing in the snow. However, he was standing quite discreetly, and she could not see him.

Lin Hua said: "How about this, if you have a photo of Xue'er, please send it over. At least I can be sure whether the deceased is Xue'er or not"

First, Xue'er never goes to internet cafes, nor does she stay at them until late at night. Second, regarding the books, Xue'er is in her fourth year of university, twenty-two years old, while the Wu Yun you mentioned is a vocational school graduate, nineteen years old.

This sense of distance makes one yearn to draw closer, seeking a return to a more authentic state of the soul

Ice: "Xue'er, no matter what, I am always loving you. I believe you will return to my side, Xue'er!"

After Lin Hua finished speaking, Bing immediately said: "No, Xue'er is not the Wu Yun you mentioned. You must be mistaken!"

She is somewhat hesitant. Looking at the clock, it is 10:30, which is not too late. If she leaves at this moment, takes a taxi home, and never thinks about this perplexing matter again, would that not be the rational course of action

The air conditioning was on in the internet café, making it quite warm, yet Lin Hua still shivered. The chill emanated from deep within his heart

Perhaps Wu Yun is chatting online with Han Bing under the nickname of Xue, pretending to be someone named Meng Xue, a senior student. The photo she sent to Han Bing must have been just a blur!

She let out a slight breath, quickly found an available spot, and logged into QQ

They have begun to be cautious over there, firing questions in rapid succession: "Who exactly are you? Why should I trust you? How do you know Xue'er’s QQ password? Where is Xue'er exactly?"

Ice: "So, you actually do not know Meng Xue, right?"

Ice: "Then who are you, mhetushu.com?"

Lin Hua briefly pondered and then asked: "What else do you know about Xue'er?"

After Lin Hua understood, before he had the chance to turn around, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and the white snow illuminated by the streetlight before him was suddenly engulfed in darkness

... ...

The snow continued to fall heavily. By the time Lin Hua found the internet café near Wu Yun's home, the black night had already been painted white by the snow.

Yet, deep down, there seems to be something like a cat's claw, scratching at her vulnerable spots. That is curiosity! A strong sense of curiosity!

Just a single photograph has already left Lin Hua so shaken! If a woman can be so affected, then what about a man who cherishes and values women?

At this point, Lin Hua suddenly felt a deep regret for having overlooked an important question earlier: whether Han Bing had chatted online with Xue Er on Christmas Eve

She thought: Han Bing said he had never met Meng Xue, and similarly, he had never met Wu Yun. So how could he be certain that the girl he was chatting with online, who went by the nickname of Xue, was not Wu Yun?

The snow-covered ground was very slippery, and Lin Hua nearly fell several times. Fortunately, this street was sheltered from the wind, so the snowflakes did not come rushing at her, making it difficult for her to breathe

Ice: "Xue'er, is that you? Why aren't you responding?"

Suddenly, it got stuck over there. It took a full minute before a response came back

If this sound were heard during the day when the red sun reflects off the snow, it would likely sound very poetic and pleasant. But now it is deep night, and it seems that only Lin Hua is left on the entire street. This sound has become somewhat unsettling.

It seems that the footsteps have an echo.

Snow: "I am sorry, I am not Snow."

Entering the user ID and password, Lin Hua fixed his gaze on the little penguin swaying back and forth in the lower right corner of the screen. Finally, the QQ interface popped up!

Ice: "Where is Xue'er?"

The feet of the ice birch tread upon the snow, shush, shush, shush

Lin Hua took a deep breath and told Bing: "I am sorry, I was mistaken; Xue'er is not Wu Yun"

Lin Hua informed the other party about Wu Yun's murder. She explained how Wu Yun died, mentioned that she was an employee at the Green Water Laundry, and described how she found Wu Yun's QQ account from a snow jacket.

Lin Hua paused for a moment and asked, "Who is Xue'er?"

Lin Hua asked again: "Have you seen Meng Xue?"

Is the street too narrow? There is actually an echo... rustle, rustle, rustle...

Bing: "Xue'er’s real name is Meng Xue. My real name is Han Bing. I do not know who Wu Yun is."

Bing seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said, "Alright"

At this moment, Lin Hua turned a corner and walked towards a narrow alley. There were still no taxis.

He is a boy with the nickname "Ice"

Thank you, but no. She will contact me, I believe