My dead ghost husband is still alive

At 21:[-] in the evening, usually at this time, Zhou An is doing homework at home.

After he read the time, he seemed to be absent-minded when eating, and the words that Zhong Lin said in the early morning of this morning played in a loop in his mind: An An is so courageous, I will come to you later in the evening.

His voice is in every ear.

"Zhou An?" Why was he in a daze all of a sudden? Team Zheng yelled a few times to bring his distracted little brother back to his senses: "You're still a high school student, right?"

"Huh? Huh." Zhou An came out of the memory and said awkwardly: "Yes, senior year."

What did he think of that made his face turn red?

Team Zheng looked around him, but there was no result: "I think it's a bit late now, I'll take you home first."

"Okay, thank you." Zhou An said.

He put down the things in his hands, got into Team Zheng's private car, and sat in the passenger cab.

The air conditioner was fully turned on, and as soon as Zhou An got into the car, he said, "It's a bit cold, can you please turn up the air conditioner?"

"No problem." Team Zheng was a little puzzled, the air conditioner in his car was not turned on too much: "I also feel a little cold." This is the strangest part.

"Really..." Zhou An folded his arms, his eyelashes trembled several times in a place that Team Zheng couldn't see, and then looked up at the rearview mirror as if nothing had happened.

Doubt and uncertainty are the most tormenting, and it is calming to get a definite answer.

A pale face was reflected in the rearview mirror, with messy black hair sticking to his cheeks with some dampness.

It was Zhong Lin, who was sitting in the middle of the back row, staring straight ahead expressionlessly, as if looking at Zhou An, who was peeping at him through a mirror.

This look made Zhou An tremble slightly. Is he angry?

Team Zheng noticed the details of the little brother, and asked, "Is it still cold?" He adjusted the air conditioner again.

"Thank you." Zhou An looked back at the rearview mirror: "It's much better now, not cold."

"I saw you trembling." Captain Zheng smiled.

To Zhou An's horror, the face in the mirror also smiled, as if copying Team Zheng's smile.But Zheng Dui's smile is naughty and warm, while the smile in the mirror is only eerie and weird.

Why is he laughing like that?

Zhou An felt very uncomfortable. He held the seat belt slanted across his chest, and kept his eyes on Team Zheng in the cab.

"It's here." The long process was liberated by this sound.

"Thank you." Zhou An hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt: "Captain Zheng, I'm going up, be careful on the road." He opened the car door and got out of the car in a hurry.

Following the boy's hurried back, the man in the cab fell into deep thought.

With regard to these two cases, Team Zheng knew that Zhou An was the key figure, and his various performances were worthy of study, but it made people feel that there was no way to start.

"Zhong Lin." Running into the empty elevator, Zhou An said out of breath, "Don't shoot at Captain Zheng, he is innocent."

Looking up at the empty elevator except himself, he said to himself: "If you want revenge, I will support you, but please... don't hurt innocent people, okay?"

If there is a grievance and a debtor, the person who deserves to die will die.

The cool breath came, Zhou An closed his eyes, and immediately accepted the surging wave of looting.

After the initial panic, he gradually relaxed his body and surrendered himself.

Otherwise, what else can I do, cry bitterly in front of him, kneel down and lose control... and then what, it's better to give up thinking, not resist or struggle, at least...preserve the image.

"..." But being tossed into a mess is enough.

Difficulty breathing, dizziness, lack of oxygen.

Zhou An was about to lose his footing, his hands could only find a point of support, on him...

The elevator door had been opened long ago, thick water vapor spread in the small space and was released quietly.

From the corner of Zhou An's eyes, he saw a lady in high heels walking over while talking on the phone.

He stared anxiously, quickly pushed away the guy wrapped around him, and after gaining freedom of movement, he left the elevator as if fleeing.

Run to the end of the corridor, take out the key and open the door.

There is a small lamp in the living room, and my mother is not at home.

Zhou An breathed a sigh of relief, and ran back to his room to get his clothes and take a shower.

In the bathroom, he was forced to lie down in the bathtub, and messed around with a male ghost in the warm water until the bathroom was full of water.

"Get lost!" Zhou An couldn't stand the breathless kiss anymore, his mouth and nose were sealed as if he was going to kill himself.

But finding his breath didn't make him feel better, the main event had just begun, and it was his battlefield from now until eleven o'clock in the evening.

Unscrupulously enjoy your own possessions, do whatever you want, and release your animal nature...

"An'an?" Mom's voice came from the living room, getting closer and closer: "Dudduo! Are you taking a shower in the bathroom?"

Hearing the word 'An'an', Zhou An covered his mouth in time.

"Mom..." He let go of his hand in the next second, and replied with an indistinct vibrato: "I'm taking a shower." After he finished speaking, he bit his forearm, and went through this round first before speaking.

"Okay, mom bought pizza." Lu Shan's voice was far away, as if she had gone to the kitchen: "You come out to eat after taking a shower."

"Hmm..." Only he heard this sound, like a dying cat meowing.

Two 10 minutes later.

Holding that pale shoulder with his fair fingers, Zhou An said weakly, "Thank you, can you let me go out and eat a piece of pizza?"

It took a long time to take a shower, Lu Shan divided up the pizza in the living room, and it was a bit cold when Zhou An came out.

"I'll heat it up, and you dry your hair first."

"Okay." Zhou An gritted his teeth, sat down with inconspicuous tremors, and picked up the towel around his neck to wipe his hair.

Sitting with her mother without any difference, talking while eating: "What happened today?" On the phone before, Zhou An just talked about it.

"Someone committed suicide." Zhou An paused while eating, and lowered his voice: "Do you remember the girl who died in the mountains before?"

Lu Shan looked at him with surprised and uncomfortable eyes: "Another person committed suicide?"

"The deceased is the girl's own brother." Zhou An said calmly, "I was there both times, so I was called to make a statement."

Knowing what Lu Shan wanted to ask, Zhou An explained directly: "I came back today and went out again because the girl's brother asked me something. After asking, he committed suicide by jumping off the building, but it has nothing to do with me."

"What did you tell him?" Lu Shan couldn't believe it: "After you said that, he committed suicide?"

"I told him..." Zhou An said: "His sister committed suicide, and he may not accept this fact."

Lu Shan fell into deep thought, Zhou An comforted her: "The police will investigate, you don't have to worry that I will be implicated."

If this matter has something to do with Zhou An, he will not be released.

"It's such a coincidence." Lu Shan said, "I'll go to the police station tomorrow to find out." She was silent for a moment, then patted Zhou An's arm: "Okay, you don't have to think too much, just go to class with peace of mind."

"Yeah." Zhou An nodded: "Today's homework hasn't been done yet, I'm going back to my room to do my homework."

"Go." Lu Shan said.

Picking up the schoolbag on the sofa and walking into his room, Zhou An locked the door behind him, and then showed a distressed expression.

If Lu Shan sees this expression, she must know what's going on, it's obviously the kind of excessive situation.

It has been so many days in a row, Zhou An will not be unaware that his body will collapse if this continues, it is certain.

And since I'm still so young, I shouldn't be doing this kind of thing every day.

"Very repulsive, will you have sex with me?" Said his bold youth, his tall voice enveloped Zhou An, imprisoning Zhou An between himself and the door.

The schoolbag slipped from Zhou An's hand, and he raised his neck unnaturally, holding two slender fingers on his chin.

Hearing this straightforward question, the boy's eyes flickered, and he was so shy that his ears were red from the bottom of his neck.

"Can't answer?" Zhong Lin said, "Then let me tell you, okay?" He just used two fingers to tease Zhou An, which made Zhou An tremble all over.

"Don't do that." Zhou An twisted his head and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, blushing beyond measure.

"But so what?" Zhong Lin looked at him solemnly: "The one you like is always the same as you..." He turned his face back, let him look into his eyes, and then bullied him rudely. Him, kiss him.

Zhou An couldn't bear to sob, feeling physically and mentally uncomfortable.

After being released, he couldn't stand and sat on the ground, gasping for breath, while looking at the sad male ghost standing in front of him.

"Then don't do this kind of thing to me again..." Zhou An begged.

"Is it possible?" The figure of the male ghost enveloped him.

"Why?" Zhou An sniffled and looked straight ahead bravely.

"No reason." Zhong Lin looked at Zhou An with serious eyes, because he was the one who provoked him first.

He approached again and again, but was afraid and kept hiding.

Zhou An didn't ask any more questions. Except for physical communication, he and Zhong Lin were basically two strangers.

But the grievance in my heart spread like wild grass.

He lowered his head to hide the gaffe in his eyes, while holding the strap of his schoolbag tightly with his other hand, he said slowly, "I want to do my homework."

"Write." Zhong Lin sat down on Zhou An's bed, facing Zhou An's desk: "Hurry up and write."

Messy black hair covered the irritability in those eyes.

"Hmm..." Zhou An responded, picked up his schoolbag and slowly moved it to the desk, opened the schoolbag, and concentrated on his homework.

Only when you brush the questions will your heart calm down.

"I can't do this question." Zhou Anzhuang's casual voice sounded in the quiet space.

A cold body came over, grabbed his pen-holding hand, and scribbled calculations on the draft paper.

"Thank you." Zhou An secretly bit the corner of his mouth and copied it slowly.

He felt that someone behind him hadn't left yet, and felt that the oppressive breath was about to cover the familiar damp smell.

The homework was almost finished, and Zhou An didn't want to have sex with him. Zhou An bit his pen and thought, and then asked: "Do you care about my health?" Even if only a little: "...I seem to be sick."

This sentence is like a drop of water dripping into an oil pan, frying, and then returning to calm.