About the ex-boyfriend who came back from the dead

Michael tied his husband's hands with the nylon rope that he carried with him, and then tied his wife.He closed the courtyard door and drove the two into the living room.During this period, his wife wanted to run away, but Michael grabbed her hair and knocked her hard on the ground.Suddenly a lump appeared on the wife's head, and they realized that they had been targeted by wild wolves and had nowhere to escape.

Right now, he can only stabilize Michael's emotions before looking for a chance to escape.

Michael sat on the sofa and asked about Yin Lu's past.He didn't want to know much, but it was too long since no one had talked about Yin Lu with him, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Yin Lu, he is my ex-wife's child. I took him with me after our ex-wife divorced. But I didn't expect him to have gender cognitive impairment since he was a child. We thought this child was mentally ill, so we gave him to an orphanage. Later, I heard that he was adopted by an organization abroad. Anyway, we have nothing to do with him, so we didn’t care about him. I heard that he died a few years ago.” The man explained his relationship with Yin Lu in a panic. He thought that Yin Lu Lu might have committed something outside that offended Michael, so he quickly separated himself from Yin Lu, "We have nothing to do with him! I don't know what he did outside!"

Michael didn't like this tone, he got up and walked around the living room.

"He used to live here. Yin Lu always told me that his house was a two-story villa. I didn't believe it. I didn't expect it to be true." Michael looked at the furnishings in the living room. The family looked quite wealthy. Yes, if it weren't for Yin Lu's gender cognitive impairment, maybe he would live well in this family, grow up carefree, and wouldn't end up like that, "Where is his room?"

The man froze for a moment, "He... lives in the yard."

Michael turned around and looked at the dilapidated yard. It was such a small place that could not block the sun or the rain. Yin Lu lived here when he was a child.Michael remembered that Yin Lu had mentioned that he had been living in a shed in the backyard, and occasionally only his father and stepmother showed mercy and could go to the living room to hide from the rain.

There are no traces of Yin Lu's life under the hut. It is full of potted plants. There are no flowers in winter, and there are dead branches inside.

"Then do you still have his things?" Michael did not give up, and asked about some of Yin Lu's relics.He missed this person who was like a glimpse in his life too much, and he wanted to find something to prove Yin Lu's existence.

The husband and wife looked at each other, and finally confessed: "No, we burned it all down."

After getting such a reply, Michael sighed.

He just wanted to find the last trace of Yin Lu, but God didn't even leave him such a chance.

Michael didn't understand that in the orphanage, every child longed for family affection, and thought that having parents and a family was the happiest thing in life, but he didn't understand why Yin Lu's father would be so cruel: "Aren't you Relatives? Why do you treat him like this? "

"He and I are not relatives. We have nothing to do with each other. That kid is mentally ill. He stole my clothes and skirts to wear. We have raised him for three or four years and we are already doing him well!" Referring to Yin Lu, The wife is a little angry, she is Yin Lu's stepmother, she has no blood relationship, and the memory of that child is only disgusting.

The man bumped into his wife, the most important thing now is to find a chance to escape instead of venting his emotions meaninglessly here.

"He told me that he didn't steal your skirt, you threw it in the trash can yourself, he just picked it up because he thought it looked good," Michael picked up the decorations on the table, he was very sad, there are many None of the things belonged to Yin Lu, "He said that if he could come back in his lifetime, he wanted to apologize to you and explain what happened to you."

He's not sick, he's not crazy.

He has lost 9 fingers but still confidently imagines that one day he can stand on the world stage and play the piano.

——"One day I will go out from here, and then go to play the piano on a very big stage, Michael, can you come and give me flowers then? I want a perfume lily, remember it is not an ordinary lily, It's Perfume Lily."

Michael wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I came to you, I thought I could find that piano, but it seems I can't find it."

His dream and his dream had actually been shattered long ago, and what he was looking for now was nothing but a pitifully false bubble.

Forget it, it's better to burn it clean.

Michael pulled out the dagger from his waist, raised the knife in his hand and dropped it. As a professional killer, he knew where people could die quickly.The man's blood stained his wife's face. The wife screamed and twisted her body, trying to escape, but was quickly dealt with by Michael.

He took off his blood-stained clothes, changed into a clean T-shirt in the suitcase, poured cooking oil from the kitchen on the couple's bodies, and lit a fire.Then close the door and pretend nothing happened.Let the black smoke billow behind him, and the flames fill the sky.

He no longer knew what he was doing, maybe killing all those who hurt Yin Lu was the only way to gain some peace in his heart.

Among these people, I also included myself.

But before that, there is still an account that needs to be settled.

After Jiang Zhiqiu learned that Michael had arrived in China, he immediately called Mu Zhilan out of the hotel room, and the two went to the next room.Jiang Zhiqiu told his brother all the information provided by his uncle.

And he also speculated that, if nothing else happened, the last time he was assassinated might also be at the behest of Michael.

In particular, he reminded Mu Zhilan that according to his uncle's information, Michael had a strong hatred for Mu Zhilan, and he probably came here this time to kill Mu Zhilan.

Mu Zhilan scratched his head, he didn't know where he had provoked this crazy criticism.But recently, he often dreams of a blond man kneeling in front of him, holding his hand.

I don't know if it's a memory or a dream.

"Don't worry, since we already know the information, let's make preparations early. Be careful when you go out during this period, and bring bodyguards."

"Brother, it's useless to hide from him," Mu Zhilan sighed. He had seen Michael's skills, and he knew at a glance that he was a professional killer trained since childhood. He couldn't afford to hide at all, "he thought Kill me and let him come."

"You want to use yourself as bait?"

"Correct."

Jiang Zhiqiu was silent for a while, "Michael should have committed more than these cases. Let's contact Interpol and the police to try to catch him in one fell swoop."

Mu Zhilan nodded in agreement.

Jiang Zhiqiu was about to leave, but thought of another thing, "Are you going to tell Ji Qingfeng about this?"

With Ji Qingfeng's character, you must know that Mu Zhilan is going to use it as a bait, maybe the house will be demolished, and Mu Zhilan will be tied at home and will not go anywhere.

"I'll tell him," Mu Zhilan replied, "It's just a few scratches at most, it's fine."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and went back to prepare for the next thing.

After dinner, Jiang Zhiqiu returned home.His body has almost recovered, and he will be able to go back to work normally after a while.After resting for a period of time, he finally understood why his younger brother Mu Zhilan was always fussing about not going to work.It is really happy to lie down at home, the more comfortable it is, not to mention Tao Ting taking care of him in every possible way.

Tao Ting has a slender neck, and he cuts fruits under the warm light, which is very beautiful.Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Zhiqiu watched him cut the fruit with his head down and didn't notice himself. He reached for the camera and took a photo.

He sent the photo to Krista as fast as a spy would process information.

Jiang Zhiqiu still remembered that his mother wanted to see Tao Ting's photo, so he just missed a chance to take a photo of Tao Ting as his mobile phone screen saver.

Krista received the photo and expressed dissatisfaction.

"Where's the face? What's so interesting about you patting the head? I want to see the face!"

Jiang Zhiqiu is really convinced by this old mother, why are there so many things that are filmed, and the requirements are so high.He complained in his heart, but he still took out his phone honestly and continued to take pictures.

Coincidentally, Tao Ting raised his head and saw Jiang Zhiqiu who was secretly filming.

Jiang Zhiqiu panicked for a moment, not knowing what to do, and was going to pretend that he was looking for a signal.

But now that the Internet is so developed, every corner of the house is full of Wi-Fi, how can I find a signal!

But Tao Ting looked at him and laughed.

The warm light hits his soft facial features, which is very beautiful.Jiang Zhiqiu pressed the shutter button naturally.

"Candidly shoot me?" Tao Ting asked.

"Ah."

"I know, it's not considered a sneak shot." Tao Ting didn't mind, and put the fruit in front of Jiang Zhiqiu, and thoughtfully handed him a fork.

Jiang Zhiqiu struggled for a long time before confessing the truth: "My mother wants to see your photo, let me take one, and I will..."

Before he finished speaking, Tao Ting directly kissed Jiang Zhiqiu's lips.Taking advantage of Jiang Zhiqiu's inattention, Tao Ting took a mobile phone and took a selfie of himself and Jiang Zhiqiu kissing.

When Jiang Zhiqiu came to his senses, Tao Ting was already sitting on the sofa, and started posting the kissing photo.

"you......"

"I think it's better for me to take pictures myself," Tao Ting chatted with Jiang Zhiqiu while posting pictures, "I also want a screensaver for us to take pictures together."

Jiang Zhiqiu was not as thick-skinned as him, and the last photo he sent to Krista was still the photo he secretly took of Tao Ting cutting fruit. Krista may be busy with something, but there is still no response to the message.

Jiang Zhiqiu held Tao Ting's waist and accompanied him to watch online painting tutorials.Tao Ting didn't study hard either, the two of them chatted one after another.

"By the way, what was your previous screen saver?"

"Me?" Tao Ting pointed to himself, "I drew a human body sketch for you."

that is not......

Jiang Zhiqiu's face wrinkled together.