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What happened?

Ling Yao's tears swirled in his eyes, blurring his vision, he blinked vigorously, and big teardrops fell from his eyes.

He remembered... He held the knife in his hand, and when he lowered his head, he could only see the red color on his hand, which was mottled and sporadic.

However, it suddenly became viscous and gradually spread, like germs, devouring his fingers, wrapping around the back of his hands, and staining his palms red.

Until his eyes were bloody red, burning his eyes.

In this red, there is a bit of coquettish beauty, revealing a decadent sweetness.

Startled, Ling Yao immediately shook his hand, but it didn't help.

Who did he kill?His brain froze, and he racked his brains for a minute before he got the answer.

Yes, he killed Fang Xin.

He has always been a brave person, but at this time, he sincerely rejects this statement. He is not killing people, he is just... destroying the obsessions and illusions in his heart.

There was always a gaze behind him, supporting him softly and tolerantly.

He was shaking like a sieve, and threw himself into Zhang Fan's arms in a panic, but also with a hint of relief.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Fan kissed away his tears pitifully, his eyes were full of tenderness, without any negative emotions, as if he had just enjoyed a perfect performance, even if he didn't express his emotions directly, he still Can feel the joy in the air.

"Don't be afraid, baby, you're great."

These words instantly soothed Ling Yao's restless heart, he was being caressed, each kiss injected him with infinite strength, and he began to relax mentally.

He could even see their road and its end, like a romantic poet's fantasy, a honeymoon avenue full of roses.Looking up, the sun, moon and stars are shining and moving.

Yes, Zhang Fan is his affiliation.

Thanks to his redemption, he is able to find the real world.

……

When I opened my eyes again, the air became bitterly cold.

Just when Ling Yao was full of joy, he thought that he had eliminated the imaginary person.

The policeman took out a pair of handcuffs with a cold light on his expressionless face, and neatly cuffed his hands, completely subduing him who was dazed.

The cold touch of the handcuffs spread from Ling Yao's wrist to his back, and spread to his chest, making his heart sink heavily as if filled with lead.

The dazzling red of that day seemed to reappear in front of his eyes. The policeman's rude actions brought him back to reality. His eyes regained focus, and he asked in a panic, "Why are you arresting me?! Why?"

The policeman pushed and shoved him, pulled him into the police car, heard his question, and replied disgustedly: "You killed someone, and why are you arrested? It's ridiculous!"

Killed someone... killed someone?Ling Yao frowned suspiciously, shook his head desperately trying to explain, his tone was like a naive child, "I didn't! You arrested the wrong person."

The policeman sitting next to him impatiently threw out a few photos.

Ling Yao couldn't move his hands and could only struggle to look at the photos.

Fang Xin was on the top, and he couldn't possibly admit that he was mistaken for this familiar face.

It's just that he obviously looks dead, with a pale face and dry lips, lying on the floor in a decadent and lifeless posture, with a fruit knife stuck straight in his back, his eyes are dead, like a fish The eyes generally protrude from the eyeballs.

"But, but, he is just an object of my imagination..." Ling Yao shook his head deliriously, denying the facts in front of him.

"So he is a mentally ill patient?" The policeman on the side said something in surprise, and then said to the colleague next to him, "You have to check his medical records carefully when you go back."

Ling Yao clenched his fists and looked out the window helplessly, hoping that all this was just a dream, and when he woke up, he would find himself lying in Zhang Fan's arms again.

However, the moving scenery is so real.

And the serious and depressing atmosphere in the carriage made him unable to breathe.

At this time, he especially longed for Zhang Fan's touch and warm embrace.

The police officer in the driver's seat drove for a long time, and the road was very rough. He couldn't help complaining: "Oh, it took a lot of effort to catch you! Running to this kind of wilderness!"

Ling Yao was startled.This is not the wilderness!This is Zhang Fan's house...he has been living in Zhang Fan's house.

He looked around, there was no grass growing outside the car window, and it was deserted, which really made him feel strange, not at all like the quiet path that Zhang Fan brought him here.

Seeing that Ling Yao's eyes were red and he was young, he didn't seem like he would kill without reason, the policeman sitting on his left was moved with compassion.

"Hey, you shouldn't be ignorant of the principle of killing for life...Young man, you really shouldn't be impulsive."

Ling Yao's eyes were red, and his words circulated in his mind over and over again, which made him very wronged.

Zhang Fan or him, which one is trustworthy...?

Ling Yao looked around helplessly, trying to find the tall and reliable figure, but he only saw a blur.

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