Camouflage Small Bag [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Xiuyuan stared at the phone without blinking, and he didn't move for a long time.

The parrot flew over, stepped on his shoulder, and rubbed his head on his neck: "Master! Master!"

There was a steady stream of news on the phone. Secretary Gu Haifeng said: This family didn't have an accident in the villa. After all, it's not the owner, so I didn't pay attention to check this in the early stage. Gu Shao, you don't think there is a problem with the house because of this news. Bar?

Lin Xiuyuan came back to his senses, embraced the parrot on his shoulder, did not reply to his words, and typed with the other hand to ask where the boy went.

The other party didn't know very well, and should have been adopted.

That family is not a businessman, with a scholarly family, and the family is fairly well-to-do. The Internet was not developed back then, and now more than 20 years later, he can only find out such fragmented news information.

It is said that when the bodies were fished out, several people had fatal stab wounds on their bodies, and the little boy was still unconscious for the first few days.

There were also reports that the family had a family history of mental illness.

Seeing this, Lin Xiuyuan stopped talking.

At this time, several people from the other side of the hall went out.

It was time for the various sports arranged by Lin Xiuyuan.

He looked back and saw that Cao Zi was also inside. She had changed into a tracksuit and was talking to Han Nana from time to time.

Lin Xiuyuan turned on the phone again, and cut out the face of grandpa in the family photo.

The smiling face of the old man was gloomy in the sunlight.

Lin Xiuyuan said to the system: "You said before that there are other ghosts in the villa, right?"

System: "Yes."

Lin Xiuyuan: "Is this the family who died?"

The system stopped talking.

Lin Xiuyuan knew it well and said, "System, there may be something strange about the death of that family."

After a while, the system said: "If it's a mental illness, it's not impossible to do something that you can't control."

Lin Xiuyuan suddenly changed the topic: "Cao Zi didn't need to add a family history of mental illness to herself that night."

System: "Do you think she is possessed? Or is it that ghost hiding between you two?"

Lin Xiuyuan frowned: "I don't know, but if it is possessed, the ghost will hide itself better. This flaw is too great."

The system said: "Maybe it's because they all have mental illnesses, and if they talk about it for a while, ghosts will make omissions."

Lin Xiuyuan did not comment on this.

The system continued: "You have already seen that Zong Yan is the little boy back then, and his age is also suitable. He is a dangerous person. His illness may be the one that Cao Zi talked about."

Lin Xiuyuan had a slightly sullen face and didn't speak. He turned the wheelchair and controlled himself back to the hall on the first floor.

The system is still saying: "Mr. Lin Xiuyuan, he should have been adopted to live abroad... But most people don't want to recall such a tragic experience when he was young. He even came back here to recuperate. You have to be more cautious." .”

Lin Xiuyuan said: "You are right, at least the possibility of him being a ghost can be ruled out."

The system stopped talking.

When the wheelchair was approaching the inner courtyard, Lin Xiuyuan suddenly saw Zong Yan under the shade of a row of trees.

He thought Zong Yan had already returned to the third floor.

The man turned his back to him at this time, Lin Xiuyuan watched quietly for a while before realizing that he was actually smoking.

Lin Xiuyuan had never seen Zong Yan smoking before, and there was no trace of an ashtray at all from the bedroom to the study on the third floor. He always thought that Zong Yan didn't touch cigarettes at all.

He controlled the wheelchair and went straight there.

Soon, the other party sensed his approach, put out the cigarette immediately, and looked back at him.

Lin Xiuyuan's wheelchair was steadily approaching him, and he hid his dull emotions and said, "Uncle Zong, aren't you recuperating? Smoking isn't very good, is it?"

Zong Yan's face turned pale, and he threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, without looking at him.

Lin Xiuyuan said, "Uncle Zong?"

After waiting for a while, seeing him standing there ignoring him, Lin Xiuyuan whispered, "It's fine if you don't want to take me with you."

The man's back froze, as if he was enduring something, his hands slowly clenched into fists, but he still didn't look at him.

Lin Xiuyuan sniffed, turned the wheelchair and left.

The ground was dappled with light and shadow. He didn't know that as soon as he turned around, the eyes behind him were fixed on him until he disappeared around the corner.

……

From this day on, Lin Xiuyuan felt that Zong Yan had become strange and indifferent.

Although I didn't stop myself from continuing to sleep in his room, and I would help him take a bath as before, but the words were less than at the beginning, especially after Lin Xiuyuan went to bed every night, he would either sit on the sofa far away to read a book or newspaper, or He just turned on the computer to handle the work, and every time Lin Xiuyuan fell asleep completely, he would go up.

When Lin Xiuyuan woke up, the man was already washing up, waiting for him to get up indifferently.

It was like this for three days in a row.

The people on the second floor were still carrying out his devil training as before, and they didn't say anything unusual.

Gu Xiaoyuan's death date set in the original outline has passed, and no one has had an accident.

And Lin Xiuyuan's nightmare continued every day, but with the information he found out before, he was prepared in his heart, and he would not cry out in a dream.

The dreams are all about the details of the life of the family living here.

But this day, when Lin Xiuyuan woke up, his head was dizzy, and he suddenly couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.

The self who became a little boy in the dream kept calling his mother. He opened his mouth and subconsciously leaked these two words.

Then, he saw Zong Yan's face approaching suddenly.

The man's face was gloomy, but there was a flash of urgency in his eyes, and he quickly covered it up two seconds later.

Seeing that he seemed to be leaving, Lin Xiuyuan couldn't help but grabbed his sleeve: "Uncle Zong..."

He spoke with an uncomfortable nasal voice.

Zong Yan pursed her thin lips and sat back. He was going to wipe his face with a towel. During this time, Lin Xiuyuan was dreaming every day, and every time he woke up, he would sweat a lot.

Wiping young master Jiao's sweat in the morning after waking up from his dream seems to have formed a habit.It's just that the young man's condition looks a little strange today, his breathing is louder than usual, and the color of his lips has also faded a lot.

Zong Yan reached out and touched his forehead, it was very hot.His face changed, and he wanted to find the thermometer, but Lin Xiuyuan grabbed him tightly.

Zong Yan: "I won't leave, you let go."

Lin Xiuyuan didn't seem to hear what he said at all, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why are you cold and violent?"

Zong Yan: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak again, Lin Xiuyuan sniffed and sniffed, but his nose became clogged, his face wrinkled, and he let go of his hands and turned his head away in discomfort.

Zong Yan tensed up to find the thermometer. He moved quickly and took the young man's temperature. He had a low fever, but fortunately it was not serious.

Lin Xiuyuan said at this time: "I'm so hot."

Zong Yan wiped his face, then went to get Liu Bo to call the doctor.

It will take some time for the private doctor to come here, Zong Yan didn't stop, poured a cup of hot water, and gave him medicine to drink.

Lin Xiuyuan often drank medicine in the last world. He was habitually resistant to medicine, but when the man brought it to his mouth, he opened his mouth first and swallowed it.

Zong Yan saw him obediently taking medicine with a bitter face, and his heart suddenly seemed to be scratched.

Lin Xiuyuan drank water from the cup he held up, the temperature of the water was just right, and he lay down again after drinking.

Zong Yan posted a cooling sticker for him, and asked in a harsh voice, "What else is uncomfortable?"

Lin Xiuyuan didn't make a sound, but looked at him weakly.

Zong Yan anxiously called again to urge people.

Lin Xiuyuan whispered, "No rush, just wait."

Zong Yan turned his back, as if he didn't dare to look at him, went to the balcony, and started smoking again.

Looking at the figure on the balcony, Lin Xiuyuan called him, "Uncle Zong."

The man paused, pinched his cigarette and threw it away, took off his coat and came over: "What's wrong?"

You can still smell the smoke.

Lin Xiuyuan whispered, "I want to eat apples."

The man turned around to get the apple, and after washing it, he sat beside his bed and peeled it for him. Seeing his frowning, he immediately lowered his head and sniffed at himself.

There is also a faint smell of smoke.

Zong Yan changed his clothes and came over. When he came back, he cut the apple into small pieces and brought it to Lin Xiuyuan with an unnatural expression.

Lin Xiuyuan took a bite and said softly, "You are still recuperating, don't smoke."

The man pursed his lips and continued to feed him apples without saying a word.

Lin Xiuyuan stopped eating after eating two yuan, and started talking about the heat again, asking Zong Yan to turn on the air conditioner.

Zong Yan didn't open it, and went to the refrigerator. Lin Xiuyuan didn't know what he had done, so someone came over after a while, and stretched out his hands to gently hold his face.

"...comfortable." Lin Xiuyuan said in a daze.

Those hands were icy cold, which made his hot head feel better.

Lin Xiuyuan's eyes could only peek at the man's resolute jaw line through the gap between the slender fingers.

He heard the man say, "Where else is hot?"

Lin Xiuyuan said in a low voice, "There are still arms..."

The next moment, his two arms were also tightly held.

The man's hands were already big, so he easily wrapped his arms around him and ironed him from top to bottom.

My head hurts after I developed a fever, Lin Xiuyuan said, "I'll sleep first."

The other party hummed.

In fact, he didn't sleep for long, Lin Xiuyuan opened his eyes again in less than 10 minutes.

Zong Yan was no longer by his bedside, and there was the sound of something falling into the trash can in the room.

He followed the sound and saw that the man was throwing the last pack of cigarettes he found into the trash can, along with the suit of clothes that smelled of smoke.

Lin Xiuyuan was in a daze, when suddenly there was a knock on the door and Uncle Liu's anxious voice, saying that the doctor had arrived.

It was still morning, and the birds were singing outside the window. Uncle Liu came in with the doctor. Seeing his young master's appearance, he made a gesture to help him up: "Master, let's go back to the second floor first..." He couldn't stay there all the time. On the third floor, he couldn't, let alone let someone like Zong Yan take care of his young master, so when the doctor came, he said that we'd get him to the second floor before infusion.

But as soon as he touched the young man's hand, Zong Yan frowned and pulled his hand away.

"It's right here." The voice was cold, and seemed to be slightly angry.

"what……"

Lin Xiuyuan shook his head at Uncle Liu who was dumbfounded, telling the doctor to come and start directly.

All morning, he lay on the bed in Zong Yan's bedroom for infusion.

Uncle Liu and the doctor had already left, and the doctor said something to Uncle Liu when he left: "The people in your villa have had a high frequency of fever recently."

Lin Xiuyuan heard it, and didn't pay attention at first, but after a while, Cao Zi's face flashed in his mind, and he faintly realized something.

He subconsciously shouted: "Uncle Liu!"

Zong Yan rushed over a few steps: "What's wrong?"

Lin Xiuyuan: "Call Uncle Liu for me, I want to sleep on the second floor."

Zong Yan's eyes dimmed for a moment.

Lin Xiuyuan was about to get up, but Zong Yan held him down: "Have a good rest."

Lin Xiuyuan said: "Uncle Zong...I want to go to the second floor to rest."

Zong Yan's expression changed.

Lin Xiuyuan tried to get up, but as soon as he moved, Zong Yan said coldly: "You are the one who wants to live on the third floor, and now you want to leave?"

The room became quiet, Lin Xiuyuan raised his eyes to look at him.

The two were so close that he could see himself reflected in the man's dark pupils.

Lin Xiuyuan wanted to explain that he was just going to the second floor to sleep for a while.

The ghost won't do anything to him during the day, but he can use this to prove what he thinks in his heart.But before he could say anything, the man said suddenly: "I didn't coldly force you."

Lin Xiuyuan: "..."

Zong Yan's eyes were slightly red: "If one day, I can't control myself, you still dare to follow me?"

Lin Xiuyuan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked him, "Are you the same as Cao Zi?"

Zong Yan didn't speak.

Lin Xiuyuan didn't seem to be particularly concerned about this issue, he said: "You don't want to say it, needless to say, I just went to the second floor to take a nap."

As he said that, he called Uncle Liu. The other party seemed to be busy and didn't answer for a while.

He heard the man get up and go to the balcony.

Lin Xiuyuan held up his mobile phone and looked over.

Zong Yan seemed very anxious and wanted to smoke, but he didn't take it out. He came back from the balcony quickly, and closed the door hard, and even locked it on purpose.

The voice was so loud that Lin Xiuyuan was stunned.

Zong Yan turned around with dark eyes.

Lin Xiuyuan felt that something was wrong with him: "Uncle Zong..."

The man came towards him.

The young man leaned against the head of the bed in a daze, and a few seconds later, his shoulders were firmly pinched by a tall man.

He frowned and hissed slightly.

"You are so squeamish, dare to put a mad dog that is likely to hurt people by your side?!"

The author has something to say: In the last chapter, I am afraid that everyone will misunderstand. There must be more than one ghost in the villa, but there is only one ghost that needs to be found among them in the task!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the shallow water bomb: -- wait for the aurora -- 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 pointed ear and [-] Qianyan;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：团子酱10瓶；湫湫5瓶；50516878、黔言4瓶；绘梨2瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!