boyfriend died again

Hearing this, Feng Li picked up his clothes and walked into the bathroom, his reaction was as if He Jiaze wanted to do something wrong to him.

In fact, He Jiaze just enjoys his mouth. If he had a cover, he might really buy an inflator and use the safety measures as balloons.

After all, before that, before he had time to have anything to do with his dead ex-boyfriends, they were buried in the ground.

When Feng Li came out of the bathroom again, he had already dressed his clothes neatly, even buttoned the top button, and wrapped himself up tightly.

He Jiaze wanted to say that he actually beat the abstinence department.

Standing behind Feng Li who was making the bed, he suddenly asked: "Do you think ghosts and monsters might be afraid of people?"

Feng Li turned her head when she heard the words, with a puzzled expression on her face, wondering why He Jiaze had such an idea, and replied: "It's unlikely."

"I think there may be monsters disguised as humans around me." He Jiaze said suspiciously: "But I have personally experienced many supernatural events, even if there really are, I will not be afraid."

Feng Li stopped the movement of his hands, and said softly: "Are you serious?"

This reaction made He Jiaze think it was funny, and he took a step forward to hint: "Yes, if you were a snake demon, maybe I would like you more."

"More?" Feng Li straightened up after shaking out the quilt, and turned to face He Jiaze, "You mean you like me now?"

He Jiaze admitted generously, and chattered endlessly: "If I didn't like you, you should be spreading newspapers under bridge holes or on park benches right now. Just for the sake of your face, apart from your blind landlord, Most people will be happy to give you a place to live, not necessarily more than the cost of keeping a pet."

Feng Li closed his eyes to guess what he meant, it took him a while to digest what he said, frowning, he said: "I don't want to be treated like a pet, especially you."

When he was talking, He Jiaze suddenly remembered that this was not the topic he wanted to talk to him at first, and he was unknowingly distracted by him.

"What I want to say is that I'm not afraid of ghosts." He Jiaze had no choice but to bring up his original intention again.

When the two matters of "whether He Jiaze likes him" and "He Jiaze is not afraid of monsters" are placed in front of Feng Li, his focus is more on the former.

But at this moment, after He Jiaze repeated what he said earlier, Feng Li noticed this and kept a skeptical attitude: "Are you sure?"

He Jiaze nodded.

Feng Li hesitated: "Then let's go to the house next door to take a look now, I always feel that there really seems to be some key point that we have missed in the kitchen."

If he had known that He Jiaze was not afraid, all he had to do was give some guidance, and the matter would have been settled by now, and there was no need to wait until Shunan appeared and still have no results. Feng Li was very happy that He Jiaze had the courage to do so It is a rare existence among human beings.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw He Jiaze's complexion suddenly darken, his youthful and well-behaved face revealed a bit of hostility, he grabbed the pillow that was in the pillowcase from Feng Li's hand, grabbed the two corners of the pillow with both hands and raised it to clap to Feng Li's face.

Feng Li was caught off guard by the sudden flying pillow, and before he had time to ask any more questions, He Jiaze had already turned around and left the master bedroom, slamming the door loudly, leaving him standing there blankly thinking about himself What exactly did he say that made him unhappy again.

Holding a stomach full of resentment, He Jiaze lay on the bed and couldn't sleep. He picked up his phone again and scrolled through Weibo aimlessly. When he realized it, he had already clicked on Fengli's homepage.

Even though they have stayed together from noon until now, He Jiaze still saw three updates on Feng Li's Weibo during their time together. He has reason to suspect that these were entered in advance and posted regularly, or It's not certain that other people are helping Feng Li manage this Weibo.

After seeing a few comments on Weibo, He Jiaze's originally not-so-good mood dropped by more than a notch. Those people attacked Weibo with vicious words, and you could feel the time when they posted comments through the screen. self-satisfied, as if this can highlight their self-superiority,

He Jiaze thinks with double standards that he can put his own happiness above Feng Li's pain, but no one is allowed to do so except him.

Money can turn ghosts around, and if you look at this truth, there is nothing that cannot be solved. He won't spend too much time talking with those people, but it doesn't mean he won't spend money to ask people to do it for him.

He Jiaze hired a group of studio sailors, with a monthly subscription, two simple requirements: [-]. Swear at these people to death; [-]. Max out their private messages and comments.

It was easier than figuring out how to catch the buzz, and the studio happily took over the deal.

As for the house next door, He Jiaze was somewhat concerned about it, but it was only a day later, why would there be a stench there?

Although he was curious, he was unwilling to get involved in the dark anyway. Although the sun did not have the effect of exorcising evil spirits, at least it could give him psychological comfort.

He vaguely remembered that he didn't seem to choose a class tomorrow morning, so he sent another message to Bai Yu to confirm, and after getting a positive answer, he made up his mind to go to that house to find out what happened tomorrow morning.

The clock tower rang seven times, the windows in the room were wide open, and the sound of the time announcement came from afar, clearly audible, and the morning breeze poured into the room with a bit of coolness, He Jiaze huddled under the quilt and put his clothes on one by one. Put it on, and pop it out from the end of the bed.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the sweet smell coming from the living room. The breakfast was basically muffins.

He Jiaze walked into the living room stepping on his slippers, and saw Feng Li standing in front of the dining table. He looked very thin in that white shirt. He Jiaze stepped forward and greeted him: "Your waist is good." Fine." This is used to replace the word "good morning".

Feng Li glanced sideways, his eyes fell on He Jiaze's waist, his thin lips were pursed lightly, and after comparing secretly, he said, "I don't think..."

After hearing this, He Jiaze first compared his own waistline, and then stretched out his hand to pinch his figure, as if his waist was indeed thinner.

After confirming, he didn't take his hand away, and he could feel Feng Li's waist and abdomen tight through the clothes, and the hand feeling was excellent.

"What are you doing...?" Feng Li turned his head to look at him, and continued, "It's a little itchy."

After He Jiaze heard this, his playfulness was aroused, and he started to scratch him through his clothes. Feng Li dodged, and the milk in his hand spilled on the ground before he finished the cup.

He put down the cup, grabbed He Jiaze's head and pushed him away, his breath was a little disordered, and he whispered: "Don't make trouble."

"You're ticklish." He Jiaze discovered the New World, wondering if it would be useful to scratch him while he was pretending to be dead.

The table could have been set up in 10 minutes, but because of He Jiaze's interference, the time was extended to half an hour, but the plate of muffins was still hot.

He Jiaze threw a cube of sugar into the cup, stirred the cup with a spoon in one hand, ate the muffins on the plate with a fork in the other, picked up the cup at the end, and threw it aside after drinking half of it.

Feng Li: "Are you full?"

He Jiaze answered irrelevantly: "Yesterday you said you would go to the next door to see..."

Feng Li Yiyi said yesterday: "I just saw that you seemed to be a little concerned about the things in that house yesterday, but it seems that I misunderstood. If you are not interested, you should not go."

He Jiaze got up and opened the seat and said, "I'm interested, let's go now."

Feng Li was used to He Jiaze's capriciousness, so he didn't ask any more questions, and walked out together with him.

The door of the unoccupied empty house was opened again, and a stench that was stronger than yesterday rushed towards the outside, filling the nostrils. He Jiaze was not mentally prepared at all, and was almost vomited out of it.

He was forced back by the stench, turned around and buried his face into Feng Li's chest standing behind him, the stench was replaced by the clean breath.

He Jiaze covered his mouth and nose with his hands, for fear of inhaling the slightest strange smell. The smell was obviously not the smell of spoiled food. He said in disgust, "Close the door, we have to call the police."

Feng Li pushed the door shut according to what he said, and the stench was blocked inside the door. He Jiaze still hadn't calmed down, and was dizzy from the smell he smelt earlier.

It's only been one night, how could the faint stench become so strong in just one night... He Jiaze couldn't figure it out.

After calling the police, he called Shu Nan again to inform her of the incident.

When the police officers came outside, He Jiaze opened the door and reminded them: "You better... cover your mouth and nose." After speaking, he took out a mask from his pocket and put it on.

The two police officers looked at each other, raised their hands to cover the lower half of their faces, He Jiaze entered the door code, and opened the door in one fell swoop.

Although they had made preparations in advance, they still failed to buffer the stench coming into their nostrils. The moment they smelled the smell, the two police officers immediately held their breath, and their expressions changed suddenly.

One of them said with difficulty: "Obviously...it's the smell of corpses."

"Go in and have a look," said another.

He Jiaze followed them into the house, the house was pitch black, and the curtains and windows that were opened yesterday were inexplicably closed again, blocking the light from the outside world.

That thing was obviously still in this room, He Jiaze had to think so.

He couldn't speak in the room at all. The two police officers were people who had seen the world, and they could have a conversation in this environment. He Jiaze expressed his admiration for this. He first lifted the curtains one by one, and opened the window. , and then pulled out their phone to let them know that there might be clues in the kitchen in some other way.

When he lowered his head and typed something in the kitchen on his mobile phone, the two of them had already walked to other rooms.After He Jiaze finished typing, he raised his head, and saw one of them standing in front of the second bedroom door, pushing the door in without waiting for him to stop him, and then the unexpected picture hit his nerves, and he was stunned for a moment.

When he stepped forward, he heard one of them whispering BB: "The previous owner of this house did not join some extreme religious organization, did he?"

He Jiaze intervened in their conversation, suppressed the discomfort and said, "No, this is a surprise he prepared for me." Then he held his breath, and handed the phone to one of them, so that he could see the contents clearly.