Is the boss fine today?

Tan Yue appeared at the inn again without warning.

Lao Xing and Situ were not there.In the lobby on the first floor, there was only one shapeless man with long hair sitting with his back facing him. It was Zhao Zhao who went crazy that night.

Tan Yue pushed the suitcase, and it slid briskly towards Zhao Zhao, slamming into his knee.

"Ah, Tan Yue? Didn't you go home?"

When Zhao Zhao saw the person coming, he put down his phone in surprise.His face was really haggard, his entire face was gray, his eyes were bruised, and his lips were cracked. Covering this face with a white cloth could disguise a dead body.

"It's back again, are you feeling better?" Tan Yue said.

"Okay. Did you quarrel with your family?"

"I haven't quarreled, I don't quarrel with them." Zhao Zhao's words made Tan Yue fall into thinking. It seems that he hasn't seen his parents for a long time. Was it a year ago when they last met?Can not remember.In memory, they have gray hair and aging faces, wear gold-rimmed glasses, and like all retired university professors, they like to write books.

"I plan to quit drugs, but I'm already quitting." Zhao Zhao said suddenly.His pale and sickly face was a little more determined than usual, "That's why I became addicted to drugs. I can quit."

"It's pretty good," Tan Yue said unexpectedly, "but there's no drug rehabilitation center here."

"When I finish the painting, I'll go to city A to get rid of drugs. Do you live in city A?"

"Correct."

"Come and see me when you have time." Zhao Zhao smiled, a very relaxed smile. He seems to be determined to get rid of drugs, and he is not at all afraid of the great pain when drug addiction comes.When people have something to fear, they will be afraid of it.Zhao Zhao is an exception, and Tan Yue is also an exception. They are not pessimistic people.

Tan Yue couldn't help smiling at him, Zhao Zhao has always been very lively and lovable, even when he got stuck in the quagmire, he didn't change.

The hour hand pointed to five o'clock, and Zhao Zhao asked him if he wanted to eat at a restaurant outside.It rained out of nowhere outside the house, a sudden heavy rain, the sun was still bright, but the rain poured down.The two had no choice but to give up.

Zhao Zhao stood up, his figure suddenly grew taller, like a giant.He pointed to the rain-soaked sun at the window and said, "This is the sun I painted."

At this moment, the sound of the opening of the bead curtain at the back door floated into the ears of the two of them, and the beads hit the door frame, brushing Kara.Both of them turned their heads, and they saw Situ framed in the door, his face was also haggard and bloodless, as if he had suffered a serious illness.The bead curtain swayed, leaving shadows on the expressionless face.

"Why are you back?" Situ's voice was hoarse, like a patient who hadn't spoken for a long time.

Tan Yue stood up, dragged his light and bare suitcase, and stood a few steps away from Situ.For a while, it was a bit like the situation where the two had nothing to say beside the bus body before he left.After a few seconds of silence, Tan Yue spoke first.

"Are you sick?"

He wanted to talk about the USB flash drive, but because Zhao Zhao was present, he could only talk about it in private.After walking a few steps closer, he could smell the smell of medicine on his body, as well as a trace of blood.Situ pursed his lips, hesitant to speak, his bandaged left hand was pressed against the door frame, his fingers were tense, and his knuckles were turning white.

"Why did you come back?" Situ frowned, "I reminded you many times."

The more you talk, the more you avoid and don't answer.He whispered in Situ's ear: "I called the police. Why did you lie to me?"

"I told you that this is not something you should get involved in. Will you leave voluntarily if I don't give you the USB flash drive? Impossible." Situ's suppressed irritability gushed out of his throat, and the heat of his breath fell on the The side of Tan Yue's face seemed to be burning.

"I'm afraid you'll be killed."

"It has nothing to do with you, you will be very dangerous here."

"I'm not afraid of death." Tan Yue smiled, "You already knew."

"I'm afraid."

He seemed to be tired, his tense body relaxed, and his back bent slightly.The bandaged hand also retracted, and he touched the eyes that were driving him crazy.

Rubbing his trembling and fragile eyelids with his fingers, Situ said, "It doesn't matter if I die, but you...you should go back to City A to be a photographer, just like before."

"That's what you think," Tan Yue took away his hand, and lightly held the hand that was exposed outside the bandage, "I'm calling the police, and the police will come."

"Okay." Situ closed his eyes tiredly, "From today onwards, don't leave the inn... You are not afraid of death, but there are things more terrifying than death."

"Understood." Tan Yue agreed, he was good at agreeing with other people's opinions meekly, relatively, he might not really think so.He was the same in front of his parents, no matter what they said, Tan Yue's answers were concise and obedient, like fists hitting cotton, helpless and infallible.Tan Yueshang replied that Situ also said the same thing. On the bed, he promised Situ to leave here tomorrow morning. He did it, but returned the same way.Situ also had nothing to do with him.

Tan Yue held Situ's palm very carefully. The bandage was thickly wrapped and there was still a splint inside. It might be fractured or cracked.

"Why is this?" He couldn't help asking.

His answer was a kiss.

Situ's lips were very dry, probably because he was sick and bedridden.Tan Yue licked his lips wet, and the tip of his tongue twitched together.In addition to lust, this kiss also had a bit of bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine.

Soon after talking, I heard the neglected Zhao Zhao's tsk-tsk: "Xiao Biesheng is newly married, do you want to open a room for you?"

The inn is Situ's property, so naturally there is no such thing as opening a room.The two returned to Situ's room on the first floor. When he was changing his clothes, Tan Yue saw the glaringly white bandages on his body, which stretched from his abdomen to his chest. He seemed to have been in a car accident.

Tan Yue sat on his bed, dumbfounded: "How on earth did you do this?"

"You'd better not go out recently, or you might have to go to the hospital." Situ took off his long-sleeved shirt and changed into something that looked like pajamas.He also sat on the bed.Tan Yuebusi made room for the patient, and moved to the innermost side of the bed.

"Someone is going to kill you?" In Situ's previous description, Tan Yue vaguely glimpsed how the local forces in Meizhen are fighting openly. If Situ is also targeted by them - wouldn't this be regarded as killing the gods?

Situ seemed to see through what he was thinking, "That's not too bad, killing me will not be good, after all, I'm still a living god in name." When he said the word "living god", his eyes stopped talking. Yue's face looked like he was looking at something.

Tan Yue became aware of it, but he asked another question:

"Why kill you?"

"Business matters."

"compete?"

"They suspect an insider."

"Is there really? I mean, except you."

"There are ghosts 'over there', and maybe here too."

Judging from what Situ meant, he himself was not sure.

Talking and pondering over the information received these days: Meizhen, a small town, is separated from foreign countries by a mountain range; there are gangs producing and selling drugs and smuggling them abroad; ghost, but he actually couldn't get the evidence, and his personal freedom was restricted; this group of people tended to fight among themselves; the previous living god was Situ's mother, who died of drugs; Possibly also, inferring from this, the sacrifice of the living god may also be this kind of role - Situ once said that if he hadn't used Tan Yue as a sacrifice, Tan Yue would have probably been killed.

A hand touched the top of his hair, interrupting his thoughts.Tan Yue raised his eyebrows and saw a pair of black eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Situ asked him.

Tan Yue's thinking was very jumpy, when he saw Situ's hand stroking his hair - the intact and uninjured right hand, he suddenly jumped to another place.The picture is about three weeks before the current timeline, before he was stolen a kiss by the living god.He was almost killed by the living god on the back hill where the bamboo was luxuriant.

This hand has well-articulated joints, long and thin fingers, and it is particularly powerful when it clasps Tan Yue's throat.

If Situ was a loyal drug dealer, it would be understandable for him to kill the unknown Tan Yue.What if he is not?His identity is an inner ghost, why did he kill Tan Yue?

Even earlier than this, Situ had lured Tan Yue to sacrifice to Ye.You know, he said that the sacrifice night is a carnival of drugs, which is inconsistent.

Situ didn't sound like a joke when he mentioned this...

"I'm worried about you." Tan Yue said.

Both of them were sitting on the bed in a relaxed posture, Tan Yue hugged his knees, covered with a blanket, but something tightened in the air.

"It's okay." Situ gently rubbed his forehead hair, he looked tired.

Talking about shaking off the quilt, "Go to sleep."

When the police come, everything will be settled, or free, or die, or go to jail.It doesn't take long to talk about it, the rainstorm is coming.

Situ fell asleep unprepared.Tan Yue covered Situ with the blanket and walked out of the room.At sunset, the doorway was covered with the afterglow of the setting sun, and Zhao Zhao and Yi Yun stepped on the golden concrete floor and performed Taijiquan move by move.

There were whimpers coming from a distance, Tan Yue heard it, and Zhao Zhao and Yi Yun stretched their necks to look at the street.They didn't see anyone crying, but there must be dozens of people crying in this formation.

Yi Yun stood up straight, her face full of displeasure, "Unlucky! Is this someone attending a funeral?"

The concrete floor was clean, and pedestrians on the road separated consciously and stood on both sides of the road.A huge head protruded from the end of the street, with black hair, clear eyebrows, and a pale face... the head of a giant paper man.Then his neck, upper body, feet.He was carried by a tall man with a bamboo pole, suspended in mid-air and swayed.Tan Yue has seen this paper figurine, Ya Duo once sat at his feet in the funeral parlor.

Behind it was a black coffin, carried by eight men, followed by two long processions, first men, then women, all in white clothes and blue caps, all weeping.The funeral procession walked slowly in front of them, and when turning a corner, Tan Yue saw a few children in white clothes at the end of the procession.He saw Yaduo, and she followed the others numbly without shedding a single tear.

I don't know when Situ came out of the inn, he said: "Yajie is dead."