girlfriend's brother

Zhou Hui stood in the room, and everything that happened around him made him feel scared.He saw it, at the corner of the street where Liang Jing and Xiaonian himself walked, that white figure was hiding there, staring at the two shoulder to shoulder, with some unknown resentment in his eyes?

The old lady had already been picked up by someone. Zhou Hui took his things and went out of the room, only to realize that it was dark and he hadn't realized that he had stayed there for so long.

So many people died in this house, even though they were all his relatives, Zhou Hui really didn't have the courage to stay there anymore when he thought of them living like living people for a few months after death.He wants to leave this place quickly, who knows when that perverted buddy will run out and kill him too.

There was no electricity in the house, and Zhou Hui's mobile phone ran out of power at some point, so he had to walk down the stairs in the dark.

The Song family villa is located in the suburbs, surrounded by houses of some prominent families, so the houses are far apart.Zhou Hui walked away in fear, and the sound of his breathing echoed in the empty house.

It was the first time he discovered that the stairs of Song's house were so long. He had walked for a long time, but he couldn't reach the bottom.

There was a ticking sound coming from the top of the stairs, and Zhou Hui didn't have the courage to look back.His only thought now was to leave, leave, leave quickly, it would be safe to leave here.But sometimes when doing something, the more anxious you are, the more likely you will go wrong.When he lifted his foot to step down the next step, he suddenly felt something grabbed his dangling calf, pulled him violently, and knocked him to the ground.

He fell on the steps, stood up and found a rotten arm protruding from outside the fence, and the fingers that had exposed the bones were firmly grasping his calf.Zhou Hui endured his nausea and swung his leg desperately, trying to shake the hand away.

"Ahui...you...don't...me...?"

While struggling hastily, a gentle voice came from behind the rotten hand.

Zhou Hui was startled by the voice and froze in place.

He was too familiar with this voice. He once thought that they would enter the palace of marriage, have children, and walk through an ordinary but happy life hand in hand.

"Xiao Nuan..."

There was a slight dragging sound of his body rubbing against the ground at Zhou Hui's feet. He stared at the source of the sound, and the rotten hand was pulling his calf vigorously, as if using his strength to get it out.

After a while, a head with long hair poked out from the night, and then, a body began to crawl out.

The body that was crawling out was rotten, wearing a colorless clothes, a broken face looming in the black hair, it was Song Nuan.

Zhou Hui froze in place, staring at the familiar face, unable to react for a while.With a buzzing sound in her mouth, she was following his calf, climbing up his thigh, and riding on his waist in a short while.

There seemed to be some liquid dripping on his face, it was icy cold, Zhou Hui propped his hands on the ground, and had no time to care about the wet liquid on his body.He stared at the carrion in his arms, resisted the urge to push her away, and asked softly, "Xiao Nuan, is that you?"

The thing in front of him looked more like an unconscious rotting corpse. It didn't seem to understand Zhou Hui's words. It lowered its head and made a weird "uh uh" sound from its mouth. It took a long time before it nodded stiffly.After a while, he began to sob again.

Hearing the sound of "吚吚吹吹" from the rotting corpse's mouth, Zhou Hui's scalp felt numb for a while.

If this was Song Nuan from before, Zhou Hui would definitely hug her tightly, pat her on the back, and comfort her softly like a father.But Zhou Hui was only afraid of the person in front of him. He just stared at her twisted and corrupted face and the blood flowing down his chest dumbly, not daring to move.

"Don't you love her?"

A cold voice floated in the darkness.

"Who, who, who is talking? Don't hide." Zhou Hui looked up and asked in panic.The "person" in his arms was enough for him to drink a pot, but the ghostly and cold male voice exploded above his head was even more overwhelming.

That voice lowered the temperature again: "Will you recognize me if I appear?"

This cold tone made Zhou Hui seem to guess who it was.Until now, in his nightmares, he would dream of the man's sneer as he looked at the burned bookstore.This person who had only met a few times when he was a child made him scared like a quail.

... Then he should not show up.

The voice seemed a little impatient: "What are you thinking?"

Why is this person like his sister, who loves to ask what other people are thinking?

I want you to disappear.

But Zhou Hui didn't dare to say it out, he lowered his head and forgot about the sobbing rotten corpse in his arms, he didn't want to become the second elder of the Song family and Song Nuan now.He was thinking about the way to escape, and couldn't help swallowing: "You ask us so many questions at once, how can I answer them?"

Maybe it was his strong desire to die that offended the other party. After he finished speaking, he didn't hear anything for a long time.

Zhou Hui took advantage of this moment to push away Song Nuan who was lying on top of him, and scrambled down the stairs.The whole house was silent like a huge cemetery. In fact, many people died here. Zhou Hui had reason to believe that even if he died here tonight, he might not be found tomorrow.

"Ah."

A sneer echoed in the living room.

Zhou Hui didn't have the courage to look back, he was determined to escape from here.

The door handle seemed to be broken and the door wouldn't open.He twisted for a long time, but found it was useless, he shook his sore hand, fished a chair from the corner, and wanted to smash it against the floor-to-ceiling glass beside him.

He gathered the chair to the top of his head, exhausted all the strength in his body, and swung it towards the glass.But who knows that the chair is hanging above the head, and it can't be pulled no matter what, and it can't hit the glass.

Zhou Hui tugged on the chair vigorously, while looking up, there was obviously nothing, but the things in his hands remained motionless as if being controlled by someone.

He was discouraged and had no choice but to let go. The chair hanging in the air suddenly fell down and hit his head. He yelled in pain: "What do you want? Kill if you want to! Why do you treat people like monkeys?"

"If you want to die, I'm more than happy to die."

A white figure appeared at the end of the stairs, tilting his head as if looking down on his prey, looking down at Zhou Hui coldly.

Legends are never as shocking as the real thing. Even after the experience of the three members of the Song family, when the real big boss appeared in front of him, Zhou Hui froze and fell to the ground.

The other party slightly raised one corner of his mouth, observing his coquettish appearance with a kind of admiring eyes.

Zhou Hui really wanted to ask the other party if Liang Jing's death was related to him, why he wanted to kill his parents, and why he didn't even spare his most innocent sister.

Until the white figure disappeared at the end of the stairs, Zhou Hui was still shivering and sitting in the corner, unable to utter a word.

He was afraid, afraid that he would be the next to die.Although he doesn't even know why he is alive.

Back home, Zhou Hui lived a life of confusion.

As soon as he was free, he huddled in a corner in a daze. He didn't understand why so many things happened one after another, which made him lose all the people he cherished the most.

The boss came in to deliver the menu. Seeing that he was out of his mind, he stuffed a plate of dishes on the table into his hands, pushed and pulled him out of the kitchen: "Go, go, deliver the food, I'm just thinking about it."

Zhou Hui was in a trance. When serving the dishes, the vegetable juice spilled out and hit a fat man's shoulder. He hurriedly took out a towel to wipe the man's shoulders, but the man refused to give up, and scolded Zhou Hui for a while.It wasn't until the owner of the restaurant came out with a smile on his face and waived the fat man's meal, that it was all over.

Back in the back kitchen, the boss slapped several hundred yuan on Zhou Hui's chest, panting, and said, "Your salary for this month, take the money and get out!"

Zhou Hui didn't pick it up, and a few red banknotes fluttered to the ground.

"No, I'll take responsibility for the mistakes I made. I'll use the money to compensate others." He sighed, took off his uniform, threw it on the table, took his own clothes and left.

"Hey! You are quite stubborn. You don't want to give it to you." The boss picked up the money on the ground and patted it.

Zhou Hui walked through the dining room and saw that the fat man hadn't left yet, he was sitting at the table cursing and eating.

He didn't bother to talk about it anymore, and walked towards the door with his head down.

As soon as I touched the doorknob, before the door was opened, I heard a noisy and bluffing noise from that corner——

"Ah Qiang, what's the matter with you? Hey hey hey!"

"Look at him eating so fast. Did he choke?"

"He seems out of breath."

I saw the fat man who was cursing just now was covering his neck with his hands, his face was flushed, and his tongue was sticking out, as if his throat was stuck by something.

Seeing his frightening appearance, his companions reacted and yelled that something was wrong, they stepped forward to restrain him, one of them took a pair of chopsticks from the table, pried open the fat man's mouth, and stuck the chopsticks into his throat stir.

But the fat man was so powerful that he broke free from several people at once, and ran towards Zhou Hui clutching his neck with a purple face. Zhou Hui had no time to dodge, and was thrown to the ground by him.

The fat man grabbed Zhou Hui's collar, humming, not knowing what to say.Zhou Hui was pressed by a 200-jin fat man and felt that he was going to be out of breath. He pushed the person on top of him desperately, but the other person was like a drowning person grasping at a straw and refusing to let go.

The shop owner and several cooks ran out of the kitchen. Seeing this, they hurried forward to pull up the fat man, and put him on a chair.Zhou Hui got up from the ground and was scared to death by the appearance of the fat man.

The fat man was still groping for his neck, his face had already started to turn light purple, he seemed to be very uncomfortable, his friends were helpless, they were circling around him anxiously.

The people in the store quickly called the emergency number, but just after hanging up the phone, the fat man sitting on the chair suddenly tilted his head back, his legs stretched straight, as if someone was desperately pulling him in opposite directions .

In less than a minute, the fat man was like a deflated ball, his whole body limp and closed, his head tilted, and he lost his breath.

This scene was too terrifying, everyone backed away in fright, including the fat man's friends, who huddled against the wall and wanted to hug each other, no one dared to step forward.

After a few minutes, the ambulance came.

The medical staff gave first aid to the fat man for half an hour, and after confirming that he had no signs of life, they carried him into the car and took him away.

Zhou Hui sat on the steps in front of the restaurant with a few diners, watching the white-clothed staff rush in and carry things away like ants moving house.

Zhou Hui stepped into the police station again.In two months, he came 3 times.Since he was involved in relatively sensational and shocking cases, everyone in the police station recognized him, so they almost stepped forward to say "Hey, here we come".

He sat in the interrogation room, staring at the teacup in front of him in a daze.

It was the same policeman last time. He put the notebook on the table: "Hello, I don't think I need to introduce myself. Can you tell me about the situation at that time?"

Zhou Hui moved his gaze from the cup to the other person's face, and nodded.

"He kept holding his neck with his hands?" After Zhou Hui finished speaking, the policeman asked.

Zhou Hui nodded: "Yes. It's very tight. It seems that he wants to break something around his neck. His two hands have been clasping the neck, and others can't pull it away at all."

The policeman opened the folder on the table and said: "According to the preliminary inspection, it was found that there was an unswallowed bone in the throat of the deceased, which blocked the throat, which was the cause of his suffocation. So we preliminarily determined that it was an accident. This can also be verified based on the restaurant video and other people's transcripts."

Choked to death?

If it was in the past, Zhou Hui would have sighed and felt surprised and surprised for a long time, but the experience of these two months has made him take a lot of things lightly.Walking out of the police station, the sun was dazzling, and he raised his palm across his eyebrows.

Under the scorching sun, several roads spread under Zhou Hui's feet in all directions, but he didn't know which way he should go or which way he could go.

The author has something to say: the second half of the chapter was cut earlier, in order to let the second male lead appear earlier

Song Han: ...the male number two.