Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

Song Xi's words were not groundless, because He Jie was too calm in the face of his father's death.

Li Shumei stared at him firmly, without saying a word, neither denying nor admitting.

For this her favorite daughter, she will always take sides.

Song Xi was also not interested in asking the truth, so he quietly took out his mobile phone and called the police. Wu Bei stood beside him and kept recording on his mobile phone.

He is not a judge, right or wrong should be judged by professionals.

The phone was connected, and after receiving the news, they expressed shock, and after confirming again and again, asked Song Xi to stabilize the scene while ensuring his own safety. The police were on their way.

Li Shumei didn't expect that he would really call the police and be so resolute and unsympathetic. She looked at this son incredulously, with a hint of resentment in her eyes, and said in a sharp voice, "He Kang! I'm your mother! Do you have a conscience? ..."

Song Xi did not refute, what kind of cause, what kind of fruit, no matter what, if you have the courage to do it, you must have the confidence to admit it.

Li Shumei's emotions that had been gathered for a whole day were shattered. She looked at the cold-blooded and unkind son in front of her, her whole body reached the freezing point, and she pointed at him and started to swear. of fear.

Song Xi didn't care. Wu Bei next to him really couldn't listen anymore. His level of swearing was limited. When he heard these difficult words for a while, he didn't know how to refute them. After holding back for a long time, he simply put his hand over Song Xi's ears. If the ear does not listen, it is still.

Song Xi'an quietly let the man cover his ears, although it didn't help much.

Li Shumei started to cry when she was tired of cursing, howling with snot and tears, "I didn't want to kill him, I really didn't want to kill him, I don't know why..."

Li Shumei started to blame Song Xi again, if it wasn't for Song Xi, this matter would have been exposed like this, saying that he is not very clean in everything, and he is not very clean and filial.

"Mom, do you think the police wouldn't find out if it wasn't me?" Song Xi gently pulled Wu Bei's hand, and said word for word: "You can hide it for a day, but you can't hide it for a lifetime."

This incident has alarmed the police and attracted their attention. Li Shumei's disguise is very poor, and her emotions can easily break down. As long as someone has a heart, she will show her flaws. Maybe the police will let her go today because she lost her husband and is emotionally unstable. She, but what about tomorrow?

If the most direct evidence cannot be found, everyone will be the target of the police's suspicion. People with ghosts in their hearts can't be tight, it's just a matter of time.

Li Shumei couldn't speak anymore, and slumped on a chair, waiting desperately for the final judgment.

As the night darkened, the police arrived in a hurry. The leader in the daytime was still the leader. His hair was messed up and he had dark circles under his eyes.

As insiders, Song Xi and Wu Bei also needed to take the transcripts, but because it was late, they didn't have to follow them. They just went through a simple process at home. Before the police left, Wu Bei sent the recordings by the way. past.

Li Shumei was pushed, but without struggling, she grabbed the policeman's arm and started talking nonsense, "I really didn't kill him on purpose, no, no... I didn't kill him, I didn't."

While collecting the notebook, the leader said in a formulaic way: "Yes or no, someone else will decide. We won't wrong anyone."

After a while, the people in the room left completely, and it was quiet, only Song Xi and Wu Bei were left.

Thinking that there was still a dead body lying in the main room, Song Xi dragged the man to collect things, "Go back to my house and sleep, it's not far away."

Before leaving, he turned off the lights in the house and locked the door.

The silver glow of the moon spread on the ground, and it didn't look too dark outside. Song Xi had a flashlight in one hand and a cane in the other, making it a bit troublesome to walk.

Wu Bei walked behind and took a look, then hurriedly followed, reached out and hugged him without saying a word, "Show me the way."

Song Xi's arm was pressed against the opponent's chest, and he felt the sound of the opponent's heart beating. He shone the beam of the flashlight on the road as a guide.

The moonlight fell on the two of them, and the light fell on Wu Bei's feet. He walked steadily and vigorously, holding his own light with both hands.

Soon, the two arrived at home, and Song Xi came down and opened the door with the key. Although the house was not very beautiful, it was cleaned cleanly.

As soon as Wu Bei entered the room, he looked left and right, with an expression of finally entering the room.

Song Xi looked at the time, it was already late, he closed the door, and dragged the man into the house.

Because he lived alone, he only made one bedroom, and the other rooms were piled up with some sundries, but the bed was big enough to sleep two people more than enough.

Because they had washed before, the two of them didn't bother to wash, so they got into the bed instead.

Song Xi returned to the familiar environment, and as soon as he lay down, he lost sleepiness and turned over several times.

Wu Bei leaned over and put his arms around him, "What's wrong? It's hot?"

In the second half of the night, it wasn't very hot, Song Xi simply couldn't fall asleep, "I didn't fall asleep."

Wu Bei leaned over, the corners of his lips touched Song Xi's forehead again and again, his Adam's apple rolled, "Close your eyes, close your eyes and rest your mind, you will fall asleep after a while, if it's really not possible, I'll coax you to sleep?"

Song Xi suddenly became interested, turned sideways to the man, and said with great interest: "Okay!"

Wu Bei choked, a little helpless, "Do you really want me to coax you? Say yes first, I've never coaxed anyone before, and I'm not skilled at it."

Song Xi rubbed and rubbed in his arms, saying: "It's okay, I don't despise you."

Wu Bei pressed his head into his arms, pretending to be fierce and said: "Don't you dare to despise me!"

Song Xi struggled to get out of his arms, pitifully: "God, I'm so scared."

In an instant, the two of them looked at each other and couldn't help laughing together. They both agreed that the self just now was a mentally retarded person from another dimension.

It didn't take long to get tired of laughing. Song Xi took a breath, squinted his eyes, and suddenly felt a little sleepy.

Wu Bei hugged him, and really started to coax him. He reached out and patted Song Xi's back like a child, while humming a little tune.

Song Xi couldn't hear the tune, he had never heard it before, maybe the other party was humming randomly, but paired with the other party's mellow and intoxicating voice, it wasn't too unpleasant.

Song Xi listened to the voice in his ear, tiredness slowly climbed up, his consciousness became more and more serious, and he slowly sank like being filled with water.

Hearing the breathing of the person in his arms gradually calm down, Wu Bei heaved a sigh of relief, stopped humming, lightly changed his arms to a more comfortable position, picked up Song Xi's hand on his body and kissed him, followed close your eyes.

Within three seconds, he opened his eyes again, looked at Song Xi intently, and said, "Good night, brother."