After passing through the book, Master must work hard to achieve the ending of be

Seeing the excited remembrance look on the host's face, the little fox pursed his lips: [Host, you'd better read it before talking. 】

Hearing this, Song Huaiqing retracted his thoughts and looked at the picture on the screen seriously.

Uncle Li was wearing an apron and preparing dinner for him in the kitchen.

Because he was afraid that he would be hurt, Uncle Li would often cook himself or watch the maid cook.

After a while, a table of delicious, delicious and tasty meals was prepared.

Uncle Li went upstairs and knocked on the door of a room. In the room was Song Huaiqing in the real world.

Song Huaiqing was lazily nestled in the white leather sofa as if he were boneless, with headphones on his head, and his fingers were sliding rapidly on the screen of his mobile phone. He was playing a game, quite immersed in it.

Uncle Li stood at the door and called several times. Seeing that the young man in the room did not respond, he shook his head helplessly and walked into the room.

Uncle Li stepped forward and took off the headphones from Song Huaiqing's head.

"Master, it's time to eat."

Only then did Song Huaiqing hear the sound and looked up from the game world. He was a little unhappy at being disturbed, but the moment he saw the person coming, the displeasure in his eyes dissipated and his eyes rolled around.

The voice was obviously cold, but it had a hint of intimacy: "Uncle Li, I'll go as soon as I finish the fight."

"You." Uncle Li couldn't do anything to him, "Young master, it's better to play less games. It's not good for your eyes. It's better to go out for a walk when you have time."

Song Huaiqing was immersed in the game and said perfunctorily: "I know, Uncle Li, you are too long-winded."

Uncle Li shook his head, but his old face was full of doting. He stood and looked at Song Huaiqing for a while before turning around and going out.

When he reached the door, he turned to look at the young man on the sofa. At this time, the lights were turned on in the corridor, but the room was dark without turning on the lights. Uncle Li stood at the door, his face flickering between bright and dark, his expression unclear, and he looked a little strange for no reason.

Then the scene changed, Song Huaiqing finished playing the game and went downstairs to eat.

"Master, please eat more, you are too thin."

Uncle Li said while serving him soup.

"Well, Uncle Li, your cooking is really delicious."

Song Huaiqing chewed it in small bites, took the soup bowl from Uncle Li's hand, and took a sip.

Uncle Li gave him a piece of food with chopsticks and smiled kindly: "If it's delicious, eat more."

After eating, Song Huaiqing walked around the yard several times at Uncle Li's repeated request.

Song Huaiqing looked at the picture on the screen and frowned: "Isn't this normal? What does it have to do with my death?"

[Host, please continue reading. 】

The scene on the screen continues.

In a blink of an eye, Song Huaiqing was nestled on the bed.

And Uncle Li downstairs was giving him hot milk.

Song Huaiqing drinks milk every night. This is a habit.

Uncle Li heated up the milk, took it in his hand, and walked slowly upstairs.

Uncle Li's walking speed was actually not slow. As Song Huaiqing looked at it, he felt that Uncle Li on the screen was walking very slowly for some reason. It took him a long time to reach Song Huaiqing's door.

When he reached the door, he didn't go in. Instead, he stood and stared at the closed door. For a long time, he looked at the cup in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next second, Song Huaiqing froze.

Because Uncle Li on the screen moved, he stood in the blind spot of the surveillance camera and took out a bag of something from his pocket. He didn't know what kind of powder it was, but it was all mixed into the milk.

At this moment, Song Huaiqing felt that all the blood in his body had solidified.

After finishing all this, Uncle Li walked to his door, knocked on the door and went in.

Song Huaiqing took the cup from Uncle Li's hand and drank it all in one gulp.

Uncle Li took it in silence, and Song Huaiqing joked with a dull face: "Why didn't Uncle Li urge me to go to bed early tonight?"

Uncle Li smiled, a very kind smile, but Song Huaiqing looked as weird as he could from the screen.

"Master, go to bed early."

Then Song Huaiqing went to sleep.

The scene changed again. Uncle Li returned to the room. There was another person in the room, a person who even Song Huai Qing knew.

It was the housekeeper Zhang who had molested him before.

Butler Zhang clicked his tongue and mocked: "My brother is really cruel. Back then, I sent my own brother to prison because I touched that little brat. I thought you cared so much about that little brat, but now you actually poisoned him with your own hands. ”

There was no unnecessary expression on Uncle Li's calm face, as if everything was normal: "It took me so long to find that medicine, and with the soup I made, the young master will not have any pain after drinking that soup for so many years." Yes, just like falling asleep."

Obviously that face looked so kind, but at this moment, Song Huaiqing felt as if he was in endless ice.

The scene ends here.

Song Huaiqing: "..."

Ling Ling Ling waved his paw and the screen was put away.

It looked at the host with some anxiety and stuttered: [Su, host, are you okay...? 】

Song Huaiqing ignored it.

There was pain in my heart, as if I was being pricked with needles.

So this is ah.

Ha ha…

Liars, all liars.

It turns out everything was fake.

He is the fool, a real fool who obviously shouldn't trust anyone.

[Host... can you say something? 】

Ling Lingling was a little scared. Song Huaiqing's behavior was so abnormal. He was so calm, as if nothing happened.

After sitting quietly for a long time, Song Huaiqing thought of something, lifted the quilt and got up from the bed, walking to the couch. The sunlight outside the window came in and cast a patch of mottled light.

Song Huai stretched out his hand numbly, exposing his whole hand to the sun.

It's really strange, shouldn't the sun be warm? Why is it so cold?

He thought blankly.

He was only wearing underwear and trousers, and no shoes. His black hair was draped down his back, and he just stood there, staring blankly at the plants and trees outside the window.

Ling Ling Ling weakly said: [Host...]

Song Huaiqing stood for a long time.

My throat felt itchy, my whole body was cold, and I had a stuffy cough.

He pressed it against his lips, trying to suppress the urge to cough.

The coughing became more and more violent, as if he wanted to cough out all his internal organs.

He held the edge of the couch with one hand, hunched over and coughed, his whole body trembling.

Coughing and coughing, her body became weaker and weaker, and Song Huaiqing fell to the ground leaning on the couch.

The blood surged in his chest, and Song Huaiqing coughed up a large mouthful of blood. He spread his hands, looked at the blood stains on them, and suddenly smiled.

The smile is beautiful, like a white rose that is about to wither after being blown by the wind.

"You synthesized this, right?"

he said softly.

Ling Ling Ling didn't know what to say, and even after thinking about it for a while, she didn't know what to say.

"You must have synthesized it."

Song Huaiqing said with certainty.

0000 is a system and high technology, and it is definitely easy to synthesize point videos.

"You synthesized it."

The little fox looked at it again and again, and finally nodded and answered: "Yes, I synthesized it." 】

After hearing its words, Song Huaiqing stopped talking.

Bend your knees and hug your chest against your knees.

He didn't move, didn't speak, and even took a long time to blink his eyes.

Song Huaiqing didn't know how she should feel.

Is it anger? Sad? Or doubt?

But it's not all that, it's just confusion.

So dazed that I couldn't even think.