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After Yan Yan went to the bathroom, he took Yan Su for a walk outside to digest food.

There were swarms of wild mosquitoes in Naihe Mountain, and the two couldn't stand it anymore, so they went back to the house.

The room of the two of them is on the second floor, and the room of the other four is on the first floor, a big bed room, the kind that sleeps together.

Du Tao was taking Zhang Jing back to the room. Du's whole arm was resting on Zhang Jing's shoulders, and Zhang Jing kept her head down.

Du Tao's voice was loud, and he didn't try to cover it up. He put Zhang Jing in his arms and asked, "When will we get married? My mother has been urging me to have a grandson!"

Zhang Jing said something in a low voice, and Du Tao spat: "You are not small anymore, you are already 27, if this drags on, who will want you in the future?"

Yan Su and Yan Yan walked behind them, but they didn't notice him.

Yan Su frowned slightly, grabbed Yan Yan, and the two stood not far away, following them slowly.

It happened that Zhang Jing's voice was deliberately lowered, and the woman replied helplessly: "My parents disagree with you, so let's observe and observe."

"Bah!" Du Tao disdainfully said, "Your parents want you to catch a wealthy son-in-law. I don't know what they think. They want your in-law's family to subsidize your younger brother who can't be supported by mud."

Du Tao sighed heavily: "Hey, who wants you except me?"

"It's not like you don't know about our family's situation." Zhang Jing was also a little anxious, and her voice was a little louder, "My younger brother was born with a mental retardation, and when he was 20, his IQ was only three years old. I have to take care of him."

Du Tao let go of her and put his hands on his hips: "Yes, yes, you take care of your brother. Since the two of us started dating, you have never left your brother in three words. I will buy you a birthday present, and you will turn around and give it to your brother. A mentally retarded Can use a mobile phone?!"

Zhang Jing was helpless: "I didn't want to give it away, my parents took it."

"Could it be that your parents are gone, and your brother still wants to live with us?" Du Tao's mouth twitched.

"My mother said that I will adopt my first child to him in the future," Zhang Jing lowered her head, "They will raise her. When the child grows up, they will be filial to my brother."

"Do you think I can agree? That's my child too!" Du Tao yelled at her, and Zhang Jing yelled back: "Don't quarrel with me, I can't help it!"

Du Tao grabbed her long hair tightly and slapped her.

Zhang Jing covered her face and retreated to the base of the wall, tears welled up in an instant: "Fuck, your mother, Du Tao, how did you promise me after the fight last time, you did it again!"

Du Tao tried to slap her again, but Zhang Jing closed her eyes and hugged her head.

The hand was swung in the air, and the wrist was suddenly pinched. Du Tao looked back.

The gay couple at the dinner table.

"Fuck, get out!" Du Tao poked his neck and blushed.

Yan Yan grabbed his wrist and threw him away: "What kind of skill is it to do something to a woman?!"

Du Tao staggered two steps to stand firm, raised his wrist to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and wanted to fight Yan Yan, but Yan Yan's physique made him feel scared.

Zhang Jing put down her two thin arms and looked at Yan Yan. To Yan Yan's surprise, she did not thank her, but stomped her feet and complained in a low voice: "Don't meddle in your own business." Then she grabbed Du Tao and quickly Step back to the house.

Soon, there was another quarrel in the room.

Yan Yan was dumbfounded, Yan Su came over, Yan Yan pointed to himself, and then pointed to the direction of the two people, aggrieved: "I helped her, and she told me not to meddle in my own business?"

Yan Su was a little amused, shook his head slightly, and said slowly: "It's not like you haven't heard about her family's situation. It's not easy to find a husband who doesn't dislike their family's conditions. It's rare to have one...so..."

Yan Su shrugged.

"So she accepts being beaten?" Yan Yan was really drunk: "Isn't it nice to be single?"

Yan Su raised his eyebrows lightly: "Officer Yan, not everyone has rich single experience and is proud of it."

Yan Yan scratched the back of his head: "My experience is not rich, only 30 years."

Yan Su: "..."

"Go back to the house." Yan Su passed him and went upstairs with a cold expression on his face.

Yan Yan boiled two cups of hot water, turned on the air conditioner, and lit the mosquito coils.

Yan Su was sitting on the sofa playing with snakes, Yan Yan passed by him and looked down: "What's so interesting about this?"

"It's not fun." Yan Su rolled his eyelids.

Yan Yan was puzzled: "Then you still play."

"Because I'm bored." Yan Su put down his phone and took the warm water he handed over: "Officer Yan, you must have graduated from the Pacific Police Academy."

The width of the tube.

"........."

"Boss Yan." Yan Yan sat down beside him, the sofa was for one person, and the two of them squeezed together, Yan Su was almost hugged in his arms.

Yan Su tried to get up, but just as his butt left the sofa cushion, Yan Yan dragged him back.

Yan Yan wrapped his arms around him, and squeezed Yan Su's wrists tightly, as if determined not to let him go.

"You're so smart, you can guess why I took you on vacation." Yan Yan smiled.

"I don't know." Yan Su said indifferently.

"What's your relationship with Antonio?"

"Why let him go to see Tong Chongchun?"

"What exactly is the shadow you fear?"

"You," Yan Yan paused, "Who are you?"

Yan Su didn't speak, and looked straight ahead with both eyes, as if he was beaten to death but refused to speak, much like an underground gangster who fell into the hands of the enemy, who would rather die than surrender.

Yan Yan just grabbed him like that, waiting for Yan Su to speak.

The chest was pressed against the back, and the heat rose, and the sweat seeped out, soaking the clothes.

"Don't tell me," Yan Yan blew hot air into his ear, threatening in a low voice, "Let's just sit here all night."

Yan Su said lightly: "As you like."

It is said to be a threat, but the threat from Erha is really not at all threatening.

Yan Su was sitting, feeling drowsy, he tilted his head and fell asleep on the sofa.

Yan Yan was still scratching his head, racking his brains, which threat would be the most effective, and then Yan Su dozed off.

"Little bastard." Yan Yan gritted his teeth, laughed, and hugged Yan Su horizontally, put him into the single bed in the back, tucked the sheets for him, and sat by the window to smoke a cigarette.

In the mountains and forests at night, it is peaceful and quiet.

Until there were footsteps downstairs, one after another very regularly, as if someone was dragging a heavy object.

This two-story building is mainly decorated with wood, even the floor is made of wood, and the sound is dull when you step on it.

Soon the footsteps disappeared, and the woman's piercing scream almost pierced her eardrums, and Yan Yan stood up suddenly.

Boom, boom, boom.

One after another.

The voice changed again, into violent panting, and instantly turned into a low, suppressed cry.

Then there was a storm of crying and screaming.

Yan Su narrowed his eyes and asked blankly, "Why are you so noisy..."

Yan Yan frowned and waved his hands: "It's nothing, you go to sleep, I'll go down and have a look."

"Oh..." Yan Su didn't want to get up, pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and went to sleep.

Yan Yan took the room card and locked the door. There was thin light in the corridor, and the moonlight spilled into the narrow corridor through the window.

The second floor was empty except for them.

The sound should come from the first floor.

Yan Yan turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and went down the stairs along the handrail. The mobile phone shook, and the light flashed, and a white shadow floated past.

Yan Yan was terrified, what the hell?He quickly turned the flashlight back on, and there was nothing in the empty corridor.

A blood-red streamer was tied to the doorknob, and the wind blowing from the window lifted it.

Yan Yan recognized that it was the boss's wife's room, and they lived at the stairs on the first floor.

Going further to the right is the room where the two couples lived.

The white shadow just passed by from the left, and there was a window on the left.Yan Yan looked back, the moonlight was bright and clear.

In the mountains, everything is ethereal and weird.

Yan Yan leaned against the wall, swallowed, and moved very slowly to the side.

The white shadow suddenly appeared!

The flashlight shined directly on her.

White clothes, long hair, half of the face is white and the other is red, the blood slides down the forehead, overflows the chin, and seeps into the white clothes.

Tick.

Yan Yan ran towards her: "Stop!"

The girl grinned, her face pale.

"Ah——" screams resounded throughout the building.

Yan Yan turned his head abruptly, and Liu Qiao fell to the ground with a frightened face: "Ghost, ghost!"

She saw it too.

Yan Yan looked at the window on the left again, the white gauze of the curtains was blown by the eerie cool wind, there was nothing there, only the dark dense forest, cold and ghostly.

As if the woman in white was just his illusion.

Yan Yan frowned, and returned to Liu Qiao: "Can you stand up?"

Liu Qiao's legs were weak, she was trembling, she was still in shock, and said in a trembling voice: "Can...can..."

She clung to the wall, stood for a while but did not stand up, Yan Yan helped her, Liu Qiao clung to the wall, the sharp surge of adrenaline made her heart beat faster, unable to calm down, her heart seemed to be pounding out of her chest.

Liu Qiao's face was terrified, even distorted: "Is that... is it a ghost... a mountain ghost..."

Yan Yan stopped: "No!"

Liu Qiao cried: "I saw blood dripping... her face... was covered with blood..."

Yan Yan was silent for a while, then supported her and said, "I'll take you back to your room."

Liu Qiao followed Yan Yan towards the room, passing by Du Tao and Zhang Jing's room, there was another bang, and Zhang Jing cried, "Stop beating!"

With two loud slaps, Liu Qiao shivered, as if the slap had slapped her: "What are they doing?"

Yan Yan replied in a cold voice: "The bastard beats a woman." He got angry and kicked the door: "What's the trouble in the middle of the night?! If you make trouble again, I'll arrest you all!"

The door opened, but Du Tao didn't see the person clearly, so he started to curse: "It's none of your business, believe it or not, I beat you too!"

Yan Yan was not polite to him, and the flashlight of his mobile phone was turned on, and he directly glanced at Du Tao's eyes.

Du Tao yelled, covered his eyes, and sent a series of national curses to Yan Yan and his eighteen generations of ancestors.

Zhang Jing rushed over naked, and quickly closed the door.

Liu Qiao was shocked: "What a strange thing this is."

Yan Yan remembered Yan Su's explanation, shrugged his shoulders: "One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer."

Seeing the panic of the aliens all over her face, Liu Qiao went back to her room with Yan Yan's support.

Sun Yi was sleeping, and Yan Yan found that he seemed to be sleeping on the floor.

Aren't these two husband and wife?Yan Yan was confused.

After thanking Liu Qiao, she closed the door faster than Zhang Jing.

Close the door, each right and wrong.

Yan Yan thought about the female ghost in white outside the window, and was not at ease, so he gave up going out to check and went back to the room first.

Yan Su woke up and sat on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

Yan Yan took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, and put his ass on the other single bed, looking at Yan Su's cold face: "Sleep?"

"Noisy." Yan Su said concisely.

Yan Yan turned on the bed, pulled up the thin blanket to cover his chest and abdomen, put one arm behind his head, and said softly, "I just...seemed to see a ghost."

Yan Su was taken aback, put down the phone: "What?"

Yan Yan frowned, shook his head after a while: "It's nothing."

Yan Yan had a big heart, and lay there thinking for a long time, but he couldn't figure out whether the woman in white was a human or a ghost, so he went to Zhou Gong first.

Yan Su threw down the phone, feeling a dull pain deep in his brain. In an instant, the pain magnified and spread all over his body, as if thousands of bugs were gnawing and gnawing on his body.

Yan Su grabbed the bed sheet, tightened his ten fingers, and sweat flooded his whole body in an instant.

"Hmm..." Moaning in a very low voice, Yan Su clenched his lower lip, curled up, and could only bear it silently.

Under the black light.

The originally snow-white wings were dark red.

Those years of unspeakable pain stubbornly refused to pass away with time.

In the wilderness deep in the hinterland, the blond-haired blue-eyed boy is like the purest angel beside the gods.

The child reached out to him, and the teenager gently held it.

"Satan was originally an angel, a seraph, but he violated God's will," the young man's clear voice echoed in his ears, "he fell into hell."

The empty hell is like a huge cage.

——"I'm waiting for you in hell."

Yan Su's eyes widened, his pupils constricted, his heart beat wildly uncontrollably, he fell off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom.

With darkness in front of his eyes, Yan Su fumbled towards the shower head, which fell on the floor tiles with a loud bang.

Yan Su frantically opened the cold water.

The cold water instantly poured him into a drowned chicken.

Yan Su stood under the shower head, letting the cold water wash away, his whole body tensed.

In the darkness, a long sigh spanned time and space and reached his ears.

——"Betrayal is unforgivable."

Yan Su put his hands on the wall and closed his eyes.

Yan Su didn't fall asleep all night, and when Yan Yan woke up, he saw Yan Su pale and dazed.

"Boss Yan?" Yan Yan glanced at the time, it was six in the morning.

Yan Su was stunned, and raised his eyes to look at him.

Yan Su... Yan Yan was stunned, something was wrong...

It seems to be getting colder.

Yan Yan remembered the first time he met Yan Su. In the interrogation room, Yan Su's neither salty nor cold attitude made Yan Yan not only have the illusion of punching cotton, but even felt that the person in front of him was a cold robot .

Ask him a sentence and answer a sentence, always with eyes without emotion.

A walking vase, no matter how beautiful it is, is just an emotionless utensil without the heat of life.

Later in the relationship, Yan Su dismantled the bomb at a critical moment, lay on the garbage dump thinking about the murderer, and miraculously escaped from the fifth floor of the nursing home. During the arrest operation, he showed such a flirtatious side, like a bright poppy.

The vase has temperature.

Now, that little bit of temperature has dissipated completely, and everything has gone back a little bit.

Yan Su looked at him indifferently.

Yan Yan suddenly turned his head: "Don't look at me."

Yan Su calmly looked away.

"I want to take you down the mountain to eat steamed buns in the morning." Yan Yan deliberately went to see Yan Su, but he said to him: "Leave at 06:30, walk for half an hour, and catch the steamed stuffed bun shop to open."

The moment Yan Yan passed him, the cold air wrapped around Yan Su rushed over.

Yan Yan paused and reached out to grab Yan Su, but Yan Su turned sideways to avoid it.

Yan Yan frowned, said nothing, and took him out after washing.

There was only cold air in the hall, and the two went down the mountain one after the other.

Speechless all the way.

The bun shop in the town is doing very well, and it is said that the taste is good.Yan Yan had done work before coming here. After all, the feeding of Yan Su is the most important thing.

Walking along the cement road to the market, Yan Yan looked all the way, and found that the bun shop with the best business was the one he was looking for.

Not far away, a group of people blocked the intersection, Yan Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a look: Feng Sheng Meat Bun.

Cheng, this is the one.

He turned his head to look at Yan Su, who was always following him neither near nor far, with an expressionless face.

Yan Yan put aside the corners of his mouth, smiled bitterly, and beckoned: "Come here, meat buns, do you want to eat?"

Yan Su looked up and looked up, but didn't make a sound.

Yan Yan was afraid that he would get lost, so he took Yan Su's wrist and walked towards the crowd.

As soon as I approached, I heard a middle-aged man wearing a hat and apron say bitterly: "Auntie, you can eat and talk nonsense, my steamed stuffed bun is filled with authentic pork stuffing, how could it be human flesh! Don't be kidding!"

Human flesh... The corners of Yan Yan's mouth twitched.

He is tall, standing outside the crowd, he can clearly see the center of the crowd.

The gray-haired old woman with a stooped back pointed at the steaming white steamed buns in the steamer: "It's really...human flesh."

She explained inarticulately: "Those three years of famine... I, what, never tasted, human flesh... I will never forget it for the rest of my life... That's all..."

"Taste."

The author has something to say: Guess who the first blood is...