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"..." The man was silent, and asked back, "Do you want to hear the truth or irony?"

Seeing that the other party didn't answer him directly, Shen Xibai's heart skipped a beat.

For a while, he was silent again.

Yan Muqin continued to pinch the elastic skin on his face, and added calmly, "There is no truth or irony."

"..."

Aren't you contradicting yourself?

The man's hands were still touching his face dishonestly, like a kid playing with his favorite toy, enjoying himself.

"I didn't do it." Yan Muqin poked Shen Xibai's face, and his actions became bolder.

When Shen Xibai heard this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But before he could catch his breath, the man continued to add, "But I do want him dead."

Shen Xibai was startled, blinked, held his breath, and asked suffocatedly, "What do you mean? Why?"

After speaking, he seemed to react suddenly, his expression paused, and then he frowned.

Before Yan Muqin could answer the first two questions, he started a long series of bombarding questions, "Wait, you are not human, you mean... you are dead, right? Well, then you are now Ghost? So how did you die?"

Shen Xibai asked so many questions that the man didn't know where to start.

This is a long and complicated story with endless words.

When the two were in a stalemate, Yang Le, who had been trying to break through the door, suddenly looked back at Shen Xibai, and shouted anxiously, "Xiao Shen, did you have a signal on your phone just now? Did you receive the message?"

Shen Xibai paused for a moment, came back to his senses, hurriedly strode to Yang Le's side, hurriedly took out the phone from his pocket to unlock it, and handed it to Yang Le.

Yang Le glanced at the signal index displayed on the screen of Shen Xibai's mobile phone, and unbelievingly began to make emergency calls.

Called three times in a row, but to no avail.

"No! You can't make calls on your cell phone!" Yang Le gritted her teeth, and she, who was always calm and calm, began to panic when faced with this situation.

Shen Xibai also tried to pull the door with his hands, trying to open it, but the result was also in vain, without any effect.

Taking advantage of Yang Le's inattention, Shen Xibai turned his head aside and muttered softly in a tone that seemed to be talking to himself, "Why can't it be opened?"

Yan Muqin's voice came to his ears, the voice was calm, "I locked it."

"......?!"ha?

Shen Xibai was choked up by these five light words and couldn't speak.

He stared, and for the first time wanted to swear, but the time was wrong, the place was wrong, and even because of his lack of vocabulary, he didn't know how to swear.

This made Shen Xibai feel as if his chest was blocked, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

What's worse, Yan Muqin touched his head with his cold hand, as if he had noticed that he was about to explode with anger, so he tried to please him in this way and let him adjust his mentality.

Thanks, but he wasn't comforted.

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Seeing the stalemate, Yang Le suddenly found that the surrounding light began to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her heart skipped a beat, she looked at Shen Xibai, and asked in an uncertain tone, "Do you think it's getting darker and darker now?"

Shen Xibai blinked.

Yang Le pointed out the window, "Look at the sky outside."

With that said, she looked at the electronic watch on her wrist again, "It's morning right now."

"But I don't think it looks like it's going to rain outside. It's so dark that it doesn't rain even a drop. That's too strange." Yang Le frowned.

Just when Yang Le was still thinking about what to do, Zhang Cangying and the others hurried out from the corner.

At this moment, Zhang Cangying felt very hostile when looking from afar, as if surrounded by a layer of dead air, his whole person looked cold and terrifying.

Almost subconsciously, Yang Le pulled Shen Xibai's sleeve, grabbed Shen Xibai and walked to the side, taking the initiative to make room for him.

——Zhang Cangying and his group also came to open the door to go out.

In Yang Le's expectant eyes, Zhang Cangying's result of opening the door was also obvious...failed.

This time, the out-of-control feeling of suffocation in Yang Le's heart became heavier, and she couldn't even hold back her expression. She stared at Zhang Cangying, without beating around the bush, and asked directly, "Hey, what's going on here?"

Zhang Cangying had just finished examining the corpse, and his hands were clenched into fists. When Yang Le questioned him, his eyes dodged slightly, but he still replied rationally and restrainedly, "What is the purpose of your trip, have you forgotten? "

Yang Le naturally did not forget, "Isn't it because..."

Before Yang Le finished speaking, he suddenly fell silent.

Yes, this group of people in front of them was originally at the forefront of public opinion. There was only one reason why they contacted the TV station and wanted to be interviewed.

That is because they themselves have been threatened with their lives and are the potential next victims, so they thought of seeking asylum from public opinion and the police in this way.

Yang Le realized this, and his face turned pale immediately.

But if this is the case, it also means that the target of the murderer who killed someone just now is not a single person, but a group of people. He is probably hiding in a corner of this villa at this moment, waiting for an opportunity And move.

Yang Le's heart felt like pounding garlic, and his breathing was short of breath.

Although she and Shen Xibai were outsiders who joined unintentionally, it was hard to guarantee whether the murderer would attack her and Shen Xibai.

As the saying goes, I am in the open, and the enemy is in the dark. They don't even know how many opponents there are.

If the other party's eyes are red, and they are worried that the clues will be exposed afterwards, they simply don't do anything, and tear her and Shen Xibai apart, then it is really very possible.

When Shen Xibai next to him heard Zhang Cangying's prompt, his expression also changed.

What Yang Le thought of, he naturally thought of everything.

But he knew more information than everyone present here.

For example, the murderer may not be a human being, but a ghost.

But compared to these, Shen Xibai's thoughts were more complicated and chaotic.

What is the relationship between Yan Muqin and 'Chongyuan Academy'?

Shen Xibai didn't dare to think about it, but the result seemed somewhat obvious.

Zhang Cangying gritted his teeth and said, "They are the ones who came back to take revenge on us. They want us to die."

Yang Le's mood can be described as mixed, and he was so shocked that he was speechless.

"Boss, what should we do now?" The fat man standing behind Zhang Cangying who first unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup asked the question.

The fat man's name was Hu Zhu, and now he was so frightened that his legs began to tremble a little.

"What else can we do? Go in and get tools, whether it's breaking a door or a window, all we can do now is get out!" Zhang Cangying regained his composure, and turned to look for tools.

Hu Zhu didn't hesitate, and followed immediately.

But he was really too fat, every time he took a step, the flesh on his thighs and stomach would tremble up and down.

Yang Le propped one hand on the wall, panting heavily, and began to try to calm down.

Seeing that a large group of people walked back in a hurry again just now, it seemed that they were ready to do a big fight.

Yang Le glanced at Shen Xibai who was sluggish, thinking that he was frightened and stupid again. As the elder sister who was almost a confidant, she couldn't help comforting, "Don't think too much, nothing will happen."

Shen Xibai reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to give the other party a smile to show that he was fine.

But now he is full of doubts: "How did Yan Muqin die", "What is the relationship between Yan Muqin and Chongyuan Academy", so that he has a bitter face and can't laugh at all.

"What are you thinking?" The man's voice appeared in Shen Xibai's ear again, hoarse and full of magnetism.

Shen Xibai's lips moved twice, and he glanced at Yang Le, but in the end he was helpless and dared not make a sound.

The man chuckled again with a sense of ridicule, Shen Xibai had a bitter face, he really couldn't laugh, and he didn't know what was so funny.

"I can read lips." The man blew into Shen Xibai's ear.

Sensing the cold wind, Shen Xibai's ears trembled, and he subconsciously shrugged his shoulders.

——The implication, even if you don't make a sound, I can understand it.

Shen Xibai was still a bit hesitant, and after a long pause, his closed lips slowly opened, and then he asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

'Did you die because of Chongyuan Academy? '

After asking, Shen Xibai tightly pressed his lips together, and his teeth were also grinding on the inner cavity wall.

In fact, he had vaguely confirmed this answer in his heart, and all the signs in his relationship with the man before seemed to hint at the possibility of this answer.

But...he still had some luck in his heart.

If it is, it means that Yan Muqin was tortured by the "Chongyuan Academy" during his lifetime, and he was probably beaten with a dragon whip, given electric shocks, and locked in a small black room where he slept with mice and cockroaches...

In the end, for some reason, he was killed in the 'Chongyuan Academy'.

One thing is certain, that is, this will definitely not be a very pleasant memory.

"En." Yan Muqin said softly.

Shen Xibai's face turned pale in an instant, and his heart throbbed with pain, as if someone had hit his heart hard with a hammer that didn't work well.

"Xiao Shen, what's wrong with you, you, why are you crying?" Yang Le was startled as soon as he came back to his senses.

She suddenly found that Shen Xibai next to her was crying silently.

He was crying like rain, but he didn't cry at all, it was so quiet that it was hard for people to notice that he was crying.

This is not the kind of hysterical crying when a person is on the verge of collapse, but the kind of crying that is so sad that it looks calm on the surface but actually burns all inside.

"Why are you crying, I'm not doing well." The man's tone of voice was as unrestrained as ever, and there was no trace of sadness or resentment.

In the next second, Shen Xibai felt something holding his face, and he guessed that it was the other party's hand.

As soon as the man finished speaking, Shen Xibai felt something elastic like jelly land on his face and kiss his tears.

It was a real kiss.

"Don't cry, crying makes my heart itch."