[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Will frowned, a little unhappy, "I work in the FBI, and seeing the dead body is just," he bit his lower lip and shook his head, "it's my job."

"But you saw... I remember, you're back in the field."

"I'm bad, is that enough?" Will interrupted suddenly.

Mu Ke was silent for a short while, but his expression didn't change, "Rest will help. Go to bed first, I'm not a puppy that needs to be taken care of."

Neither do I.Will replied silently in his heart, but he did follow Mu Ke's advice and went upstairs to the bedroom.

"Good night." He heard Muke say behind him, still without any emotion, but with a soft voice and tone, which made Will feel that the little joy in his heart sounded unsurprising.

Will lay on the bed, pulling the covers up to his ears, but the sound of running water in the bathroom could still reach his ears through the wooden bedroom door.He himself knew that he needed to rest, but the scene of Jacob Hobbs' death became his nightmare every day, making it difficult for him to fall asleep for a long time.

Now the gentle sound of running water has gradually calmed all his emotions. He can feel that besides him, there are other people in the same house with him, instead of being alone alone with the terrifying fantasy and madness. Recurring dreams surround.

The dogs that accompany him are wonderful, and Will loves having dogs.He doesn't have to worry about how to communicate with these dogs, and the social disorder won't bother him anymore.But the inability to communicate is also a disadvantage, and people need to communicate.

Mu Ke curled up on the sofa with a book in his arms, and the temperature kept dropping at night. His body felt cold just like the body of an ordinary human.

Will's other dogs were lying in a corner of the living room, huddled together, making low canine purrs.The animals seemed unsteady, and now and then there was the sound of claws slapping the floor.

Now, Winston—an impure gray-brown shepherd dog—suddenly poked his head out of the den, propped his upper body on his front paws and looked towards the direction of the stairs, then ran over quickly, and the other sleeping dogs The light-skinned dog was awakened by it, shook its head from side to side, barked a few times, and rushed upstairs following Winston.

Mu Ke looked in that direction suspiciously, but only saw the wagging tails of a few dogs running, and heard the sound of Winston scratching Will's door lock with its front paws by taking advantage of its length.

There was a loud bark from upstairs, and Muke recognized that it was Winston, and then there was silence for a few seconds, and several other dogs also started barking, mixed with the thunder and hail that had not stopped outside the window.

The barking lasted for nearly a minute. Strangely, Will didn't stop the dogs.

Muke put the book aside, walked up the stairs, and pushed open the door of Will's room. Winston and the others just squeezed a small gap for his slender dog body to squeeze in.There was no sign of Will on the bed, the quilt was thrown to the side of the bed, crumpled, and the sheets were soaked with sweat.

The dogs were lying in front of the open window, barking loudly out the window, and Spot, smelling Mooko, turned his head and bit his trouser leg, dragging him that way.

It seems to have some vague perception of Mu Ke's power.

Mu Ke held Spot and pulled it off his pants, and walked quickly to the window.The cold wind kept pouring in, the hailstones that should not have appeared in this season kept falling from high altitudes, and the thunderbolts tore apart one piece after another of the clouds at the end of the distant plain. Return to darkness.

Wearing a gray T-shirt soaked in sweat or melted ice, Will stood on the roof. There were no safety measures on the roof, and a certain slope was built.Will's bare soles shivered from the cold, as if they would slip from here in the next moment.But he just stood there ignorantly, didn't move forward, but didn't have the tendency to walk back.

Mu Ke looked at the clouds in the distance, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.The exploding lightning made a muffled sound like a whimper, exhausted all of its strength in an instant, weakly emitted a last burst of light, and returned to calm.The hailstones in mid-air turned from a hard solid into a torrential rain, and the thick clouds disintegrated from the dark gray sky, and the broken clouds spread all the way to the source of the thunder in the southwest.

The torrential rain only lasted for tens of seconds before it was replaced by the cold wind that filled the sky.The world returned to peace, leaving only the wind.

Will shivered at the gust of wind.

"Will? Will Graham!" Mu Ke shouted, but there was no response.

He leaned on the window sill with one hand and rolled over, walked slowly towards Will, trying to pull him back, but saw him open his eyes the moment he grabbed Will's wrist.

Will only felt a stiff pain in the back of his head, and his thoughts were confused. He opened his eyes and saw Muke's face. Is this a dream or something else, oh, it seems that he was left here at night, so now I'm in... ...

When Will took a step back and stepped on the air, he realized that he was sleepwalking again. This time he walked to the roof of his own house in a rainstorm night, and was falling from the roof, and he was pulling Muke along with him.

Mu Ke tried to pull Will back, but the speed was not fast enough, he could barely hug Will who fell headfirst, changed the direction of the two to protect Will, and fell on his back to the ground.

Fortunately, the height of the roof was only about eight feet, and the mud in the yard was soaked into a quagmire by the melted hailstones. Moreover, Mu Ke used spiritual power to slow down the falling speed, so that people would not fall too badly , but mud is inevitable.

Will raised his head in a daze, and Muke's palm suddenly pressed his forehead, and then he heard him say, "You have a fever. How long have you been standing on the roof?"

"...I don't know." Will shook his head, he didn't know whether he was unconscious because of the fever, or his mind had never been sober, and then he shivered because of the cold wind outside.

"You have to get up first, go in and change your clothes, and then take your medicine."

Only then did Will realize that he was lying on Mu Ke's body now, "Yeah."

He got up staggeringly, and Mu Ke held one of his wrists.Both of them had hands covered with cold mud, but Will didn't see any impatience or blame from Muke's expression.

He opened his mouth and the words still came out of his dry throat, "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." After Mu Ke finished speaking, he hesitated for a while, and finally patted Will on the shoulder, "Go into the room."

The two changed their clothes, of course, Mu Ke still wore Will's clothes.Will took a shower, his curly hair was wet on his head, he changed into a thick sweater, and Muke put a blanket over his shoulders.

Although Will didn't feel cold, and even started sweating on his back because of the low-grade fever, he still grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it inward.

"Will, where do you keep your fever medicine?"

Mu Ke looked at a pile of medicine bottles in the medicine box in the kitchen, and sighed. He could barely understand the names of some medicines written on the bottles, so he could only take a glass of water from the tap and heat it to an appropriate temperature with spiritual power. Lifted the entire medicine chest in front of Will.

"The one with the blue label" Will took the medicine bottle from Muke, poured out three pills, swallowed them with water, and took a few more aspirin

"What time is it?" Will asked.

"It's past six in the morning. It's not yet dawn." Mu Ke replied, closing the medicine box and putting it back in its original place. "Are you going to go back to sleep for a while?"

"I don't think so, I can just sit here for a while." Will stared blankly at the night outside the window.

"Do you often dream?" Mu Ke asked suddenly.

Will lowered his head, put his hands together and rubbed his eye sockets, "After I returned to the field post, yes, I always dream. My psychiatrist, that is, Hannibal, your neighbor, he said it's nothing, I can keep working."

Will stared at the floor, and Muke's gaze moved behind Will, "What's in your dream? Those... cases?"

"Yes, most of the time."

"dead body?"

"Hmm..." Will raised his head and looked at Mu Ke with strange eyes, "Why do you ask this?"

"Because I'm worried that you might fall off the roof for the second time next time." Mu Ke looked away from the two wandering souls following Will, and at the same time let go of the two opponents. The shackles of wandering souls he shunned.

He remembered seeing one of the girls in a white nightgown, but not the other, a middle-aged man riddled with bullet holes.

The moment the bondage was released, he protected the girl and quickly escaped.