Boyfriends are crazy

"Hey, doctor, he's awake."

Shen Xibai was exhausted all over, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

Before he regained consciousness, he heard a crisp voice shouting in his ear.

There are patches of white in front of my eyes, and there is an unpleasant smell of disinfectant.

—He is in the hospital.

what happened?

Shen Xibai still couldn't open his eyes, he half-closed his eyes, his consciousness was very vague.

But he still vaguely remembered that he was preparing to conduct an interview in a villa, but before the interview started, people died in the villa, and they were all trapped in the villa, unable to get out at all.

And then... what else happened later?

But Shen Xibai couldn't remember clearly.

Before Shen Xibai could figure it out, a female nurse walked in leisurely outside and began to conduct some routine examinations on him.

Shen Xibai swallowed, and asked uncertainly, "Well, why was I sent here?"

The nurse was wearing a mask, but judging from her figure and eyes, she could still vaguely tell that she was young, at most in her early twenties.

She glanced at Shen Xibai, with an indescribable expression, and explained, "You were brought here by the police. You are awake now. I have to report to the police later. You should lie down and rest for a while."

Shen Xibai was still a little confused. He blinked, touched the back of his head, and asked, "Then, is there another woman? Do you know? Her name is Yang Le."

How did the nurse know so much, she could only muffled, "Wait for the police. They come over later, you can ask them again, you just woke up, you'd better lie down, oh, yes, if you still need Contact your family members to report safety, I seem to have seen your mobile phone put under your pillow just now."

Shen Xibai tentatively touched under his pillow, and sure enough, he touched something hard.

He breathed a sigh of relief, cast a grateful look at the nurse, and said, "Thank you."

The nurse nodded her head, and changed another bottle of intravenous drip for Shen Xibai before leaving, and finally went out with her things, leaving space for Shen Xibai, and before going out, she closed the door softly and softly.

The phone was already turned off, Shen Xibai turned on the screen and turned it on again.

With a few "ding ding ding", several text messages were sent to his mobile phone.

There were news of Yang Le reporting his safety and comforting him, there were also notices from his leader telling him to rest at ease and not rush to work, and there were a few harassing messages where he got his phone number, selling insurance, winning prizes, etc. of.

Shen Xibai had a faint sense of anticipation just now, but after reading every text message he received on his phone three times over and over, it also slowly disappeared.

An indescribable sadness and melancholy began to invade his whole consciousness, and his heart was also sore, a little worried about gain and loss.

"What? Missing me? Huh?"

A voice sounded in Shen Xibai's ears without any warning, and the sudden voice made him tremble all over, and his heart beat violently several times.

But this voice was simply familiar to him.

Shen Xibai wanted to say a lot, but he wanted to ask too many questions, and he just woke up from a coma, so he didn't know where to start.

Like a fishbone stuck in his throat, his lips moved, but he didn't utter a word, instead his face turned red.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Xibai heard a chuckle, and suddenly there was a little more weight on his shoulders, and then the bed sheet beside him also sank.

The man's head rested on the back of his neck, and a pair of hands wrapped around his waist without hesitation, holding him tightly in his arms.

Yan Muqin rubbed Shen Xibai's earlobe with his nose, and seeing that the other's ears started to turn red, he couldn't help but moved closer and kissed him on the ear.

Shen Xibai was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and almost subconsciously, he wanted to break free from the opponent's embrace, but the man's strength was too great, and the strength he used was so insignificant that he couldn't shake him at all.

"Don't move." Yan Muqin's voice was as mellow and cold as ever, and it seemed that only when he was teasing Shen Xibai, his tone would become very unscrupulous. In most cases, his voice sounded very hoarse, even is numb.

Shen Xibai pursed her lips, too frightened to speak, and let the man hug her tightly.

But he was still aggrieved, so he couldn't help muttering, "Can't you become a human? I can't even see you."

Yan Muqin paused, and couldn't help but began to tease again, "Are you sure? You're in the hospital now, if I become a human, I'm not sure I'll do something."

"..." What kind of shameless speech is this.

Shen Xibai immediately fell silent, and the slander became even more severe in his heart.

He rolled his eyes and asked, "How about those people?"

Although Shen Xibai didn't specify who they were, the meaning in his words was very directional.

Shen Xibai only felt that the man's cold lips kissed the base of the ear again, and then he blew on the tip of his ear ambiguously. He shivered a bit, and couldn't help but slap the invisible hand of the other party.

The man hugged him unhurriedly, and replied, "Record at the police station."

Ok?

This answer surprised him, Shen Xibai blinked, unable to react.

Therefore, Shen Xibai asked again uncertainly, "So, you, did you let them go?"

The man gave another faint chuckle, and replied in a low voice, "When did I ever trouble them?"

Shen Xibai paused, scratched his head, and asked with some uncertainty, "But...haven't many people died already?"

Not only in the villa, but from the very beginning, there have been countless murders related to "Chongyuan Academy".

Yan Muqin pinched his face, his voice remained unchanged, "Yes, yes."

Shen Xibai didn't understand what he meant, frowned, and asked suspiciously, "So these people...will they still die?"

"Will he die...it's hard to say..." He sneered, his eyes glowing darkly.

Seeing Shen Xibai's incomprehensible expression, Yan Muqin said truthfully, "I wasn't the one who killed them from the beginning."

Shen Xibai's eyes widened instantly, the huge amount of information that came out of the man's mouth made him unable to react.

His mouth was as big as a duck egg because of his shock, and the man caught his chin with his hands very intimately, and then helped him connect it.

Shen Xibai swallowed, and asked, "It wasn't you? Then, who else could it be?"

The corner of the man's mouth curled into a sarcasm, and he let out a sneer without emotion, "There is a grievance and a debtor, and the things they have done and the crimes they have committed will come to them sooner or later, so why should I do it?"

Shen Xibai really couldn't understand such a profound conversation, but he vaguely understood the meaning of the other party, and exclaimed, "Wait, what do you mean... other than you, there are other people in this world?" A lot of ghosts? Are these ghosts taking revenge on them?"

After finishing speaking, Shen Xibai's complexion was not right, he had always been a staunch materialist before, he didn't believe in any ghosts or gods at all.

Because he felt that if there were ghosts in this world, and the world had been running for so many years, how many ghosts would there be with so many dead people?

Where else is there so much room for them to hide?How can human beings keep it in the dark?

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it...

Now that it was confirmed, Shen Xibai couldn't help but spread his thoughts again.

So there are really ghosts in this world?Isn't there ghosts in every corner of the world?Wouldn't he be stared at by ghosts every time he went to the bathroom?Could it be that these ghosts are watching his every move every day?

Wait, if this is the case, besides Yan Muqin, there are no other ghosts in this room, right?

The more he thought about it, the worse Shen Xibai's complexion became, his eyes kept turning around in the room, as if being stared at by something, his expression was very strange.

Yan Muqin noticed something was wrong with him, looked at his little expression, but chuckled lightly, couldn't help pinching his face with his hands, playing with it repeatedly.

He could probably guess what Shen Xibai was thinking.

"Don't worry, there is no one else but me." Yan Muqin began to explain patiently.

Seeing that Shen Xibai didn't believe it, he began to explain patiently.

"When a person dies, they are really gone, and they will disappear completely. But if the person had a strong resentment before death, their resentment will not disappear with the passage of time, and this resentment will float around. Until they find their enemy, they will possess the enemy's fate and affect his life's luck."

"These grievances can be big or small, like a curse, entangled endlessly... If the grievances are small, it may mean that they will wrestle every day and have a little bad luck. But if they are bigger, some people will be sick for a lifetime, deeply Suffering from illness, never earning money, running around for a living..."

"Of course, some people will die as you said. The reasons for their death are strange, but the murderer cannot be found."

Shen Xibai was stunned for a while when he heard it, and after being frightened, he didn't say anything for a long time.

Yan Muqin picked up the water glass on the bedside table, filled it with water, and handed it to Shen Xibai to moisten his throat.

"The reason why those people will die is because the sins they committed are too serious, and the grievances accumulated on them have seriously affected their fate, so there is no need for anyone to do anything, and they will definitely die unexpectedly, maybe after a while In time, there will be news reports about their accidental death, and the heat will also drop."

Shen Xibai bit his lower lip, with a nervous expression, "Then, where is Zhang Cangying?"

A dark light flashed in Yan Muqin's eyes.

Yun Danfeng said lightly, "He... wiped the gun. It caught fire and caught fire on his upper body. It's just fucking."

After finishing speaking, Yan Muqin showed a meaningful smile.

Shen Xibai hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, blinked his eyes in a panic, and finally asked the question he had wanted to ask for a long time.

"Muchin."

"Huh?" The man responded muffled.

"You, how did you die?"

As soon as Shen Xibai asked the question, he clearly felt the strength in the hands of the person hugging him, as if he was afraid that he would break free from his arms, and hugged him tightly.

Shen Xibai has always had an indescribable sense of familiarity with Yan Muqin, but he doesn't know where this vague familiarity comes from.

"It's not important anymore." Yan Muqin's voice sounded a bit illusory, avoiding the important and taking the light.

There wasn't too much emotion in the tone.

"...What about your enemy?" Finally, Shen Xibai asked this question with difficulty.

Yan Muqin smiled, his eyes were slightly cold, as if he was seriously thinking about this question.

Finally, he answered truthfully, "They are all dead."

"...Then how long have you been dead?" For some reason, Shen Xibai subconsciously asked this question.

Even when he asked this question, inexplicably, his eye sockets were a little moist, as if he had been wronged too much, and his heart ached uncontrollably.

This kind of pain is not the neuropathic pain caused by the sharp weapon, but his subjective consciousness, which is caused by emotional stimulation, and even makes him a little breathless.

It made him very, very uncomfortable.

Shen Xibai grabbed the hand that fell on his waist, and couldn't help but hold it in his palm, as if he wanted to convey some kind of emotion.

In the next second, his hand was held by the other party and held in the palm of his hand.

"12 years." Yan Muqin raised Shen Xibai's hand, and kissed him without the slightest hint of lust, his actions were extremely reverent.

"12 years..." Shen Xibai murmured, his nose sore.

Yan Muqin buried his face into Shen Xibai's neck and rubbed against him, hugging him tightly.

He died for 12 years, waited for 12 years, and found someone for 12 years.

but...

Yan Muqin smiled contentedly.

He finally found it, didn't he?