Xu Qian gave Jiang Hong some medicine to treat the bruises on her body at a nearby clinic.
Zhang Heng took advantage of the time to buy a cup of hot tea, two bottles of mineral water, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter from a nearby vending machine. He put the cigarettes and lighter in his pocket, and when he returned to the clinic, he handed the hot tea to Jiang Hong.
The latter thanked him profusely after receiving the tea.
On the other side, Xu Qian took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, and took a sip. "Is he really your husband?"
Hearing this, Jiang Hong lowered her head and let out a soft hum.
"Has he been abusing you like this all this time?"
Before Jiang Hong could say anything, the old Chinese doctor next to her said, "Yes, this is the third time she has come to my clinic this month."
"Then why didn't you call the police or get a divorce?" Xu Qian frowned.
"Because she has a younger brother who works for her husband. If she gets a divorce, her brother will lose his job." The old Chinese doctor was obviously very familiar with Jiang Hong's family situation. Maybe he had tried to persuade Jiang Hong to get a divorce before.
Jiang Hong raised her head and squeezed out a forced smile. "I'm fine. I'm used to it. Also, thank you for today. You are all good people. You don't know me, but you are still willing to stand up for me."
"What are you talking about?" Xu Qian was stunned and took off her glasses. "It's me, Xu Qian, your previous tenant. We met when you rented a house two years ago. You weren't married at that time."
"Is that so?" Jiang Hong's expression was a little dazed.
"Why? Don't you remember? Two years ago, you left your luggage with me in advance. To thank me, you even treated me to a meal. It was the roast duck restaurant on the next street."
"We had a meal together?" Jiang Hong obviously had no recollection of it at all.
After what happened at Fu Ji, Xu Qian also noticed that something was wrong this time. "Did you move here two years ago?"
"Yes, that's right." Jiang Hong had no objection to this.
Her answer also made Xu Qian feel a little relieved. She then asked, "Do you remember the tenant who lived here before you?"
As Xu Qian spoke, she looked into Jiang Hong's eyes, expecting the latter to say the word "it's you." However, Jiang Hong's answer stunned her again.
"The tenant before me was a family of three. I still remember them. The man was an elementary school teacher, and the woman was a housewife. They also had a son who was about six or seven years old. They moved to the second floor later," Jiang Hong answered.
"You're lying! Why are all of you like this? I don't have any enmity with you, and we even saved you just now. Why are you lying to me? " Xu Qian's expression also became a little agitated. She grabbed Jiang Hong's arm, and because she used too much force, she touched Jiang Hong's bruises. The latter could not help but show a painful expression.
Zhang Heng had no choice but to step in and separate the two of them.
However, Xu Qian was still staring at Jiang Hong. "You know the boss and the lady boss of Fu Ji, right? They contacted you just now and asked you to cooperate with them in lying."
The old Chinese medicine doctor on the side could not stand it anymore and interrupted, "I can prove that she is not lying. I have also met the family she mentioned. Before she came here, the child of that family had a fever one night. The family of three came to me for Scraping treatment. While we were chatting, they told me that they were going to move to the second floor."
"But this doesn't prove that they are the tenants of 714. I am the tenant of 714. I lived there before Jiang Hong. I also have an impression of your traditional Chinese medicine hall. I pass by your door every day after work, although I have never come in," Xu Qian said.
The old Chinese medicine doctor spread his hands, "But I remember that night they told me that their house number is 714. They also asked me to visit their house when I am free. They are a very warm and polite family."
Just when the two were arguing, Zhang Heng suddenly said, "Landlord."
"Huh?"
"You can ask the landlord about this question. He should have a record of the tenants in the building, right?" Zhang Heng added.
"You're right." Xu Qian seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. She clicked on the address book in her bracelet, but after looking around, she remembered that she seemed to have deleted all the contact information of the people related to the first floor.
Jiang Hong said weakly, "I have the number here."
"Okay, then send it …" Xu Qian suddenly closed her mouth halfway, showing a touch of hesitation. Zhang Heng knew what she was worried about, so he said, "You can look for any shop downstairs. You should be able to get the landlord's number."
Xu Qian accepted Zhang Heng's suggestion and trotted back downstairs. After another five minutes, Zhang Heng saw Xu Qian end the call, standing alone on the side of the road.
"Thank you for answering our previous questions," Zhang Heng said to Jiang Hong. He then nodded to the old Chinese medicine doctor on the side, "Excuse me."
After that, Zhang Heng pushed open the clinic's door, looked at the approaching cars, and crossed the road.
He walked straight to Xu Qian and asked, "How is it? Is there any result?"
Xu Qian acted as if she did not hear what he said. She was stunned for another half a second before she reacted. "You planned all of this in advance, didn't you? You contacted everyone and asked them to lie about me."
"But before today, you've never told me the details of your life on the first level. I don't know where you worked before this, and I don't know your exact address. How am I supposed to get everyone to play this show with me?"
"How do you explain what happened now?" Xu Qian asked. "I just called the landlord and paid her 1,000 credits to help me check the tenants of 714 three years ago."
"And then?"
"Then she said exactly the same thing as Jiang Hong. They must have communicated in advance. Did you see Jiang Hong calling when I went to ask for the number?"
"I'm afraid not. She just sat there and did nothing," Zhang Heng said.
"Then they must have other means of contact," Xu Qian said anxiously. Xu Qian said anxiously, "If it's not you, who is playing this prank on me? What's his purpose? What good is it for him to pretend that I have never lived on the first floor?"
"Calm down first." Zhang Heng took out the pack of cigarettes he had just bought, handed one to Xu Qian, and lit the cigarette for her. After Xu Qian took two deep puffs, he continued, "Remember the question I asked you before? How much do you believe in your memory?"
"Do you think there's something wrong with my memory?" Xu Qian shook her head as if she had heard something absurd. "That's impossible. Only clones will have their memories forged. I am a citizen of New Shanghai 0297. I came here three years ago and have lived here for a long time."
"Why are you so sure?"
"Because all the clones here don't know about the existence of cloning technology. This is the only way to keep them stable. Besides, they all have locators in their heads, and there are numbers on the back of their necks. This is obvious," Xu Qian said. Xu Qian said, "You saw what happened in Fu Ji. That girl is a standard clone. She was taken away just because she heard the word 'clone'. And you, don't you have a serial number on the back of your neck?"
"So, if someone creates another batch of clones and allows them to access the information of the clones without a serial number on the back of their neck or a locator in their head, they will be more stable than the first batch of clones. They will never doubt that they are clones," Zhang Heng said calmly.
(End of this chapter)
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