Save the tragic villain in progress!

Meng Zhoushan's bedroom is actually very clean, there is nothing to tidy up.He found a set of pajamas from the closet, and was about to hand it to Sui Yuesheng, when he suddenly realized that the teenager's disabled legs seemed to make it difficult to take a bath alone.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhoushan paused slightly and fell into a dilemma.

To be fair, they just met each other not long ago.From Meng Zhoushan's point of view, if his legs were disabled, he would definitely not want others to help him take a bath.

However, there is no handrail lever installed in the toilet to facilitate the movement of the disabled.It's not safe to let Sui Yuesheng wash by himself.

While Meng Zhoushan was contemplating, Sui Yuesheng gently rolled the wheelchair to the outside of the bedroom door at some point.Because of malnutrition all year round, his clothes looked a little empty, and he seemed to be a little puzzled why Meng Zhoushan didn't come out: "Uncle?"

Meng Zhoushan came back to his senses, handed him a set of cotton pajamas, and said after a pause, "Do you want me to help you take a bath?"

After all, he still asked this sentence, as if it was just an ordinary greeting and concern.

Sui Yuesheng paused slightly for taking the pajamas, then shook her head: "It's okay, I can wash it myself."

He looked around, saw a small plastic bench in the corner, and asked Meng Zhoushan, "Can I borrow the bench?"

Meng Zhoushan understood that he wanted to sit on it and wash, so he went over to help him put the bench into the bathroom.Sui Yuesheng said thank you, and was about to push the wheelchair in, when a deep man's voice sounded behind him: "Can you help me?"

Meng Zhoushan didn't know how embarrassed Sui Yuesheng should climb onto the bench, but it would be nice to be able to solve some troubles for the other party.He slightly leaned over the wheelchair, and the cold gold-rimmed mirror frame almost touched the young man's forehead, and asked for his consent: "Shall I carry you in?"

The air was silent for a moment.

Sui Yuesheng unconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes.

Meng Zhoushan waited for a long time for an answer, so he thought that Sui Yuesheng was unwilling and was about to straighten up, but the next second the boy quietly stretched out his hand and gently wrapped his arms around his neck: "Uncle..."

His overlong eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.The black hair is soft and smooth, and a thin white neck is exposed at the neckline.The whole body seems to be only black and white, pure and contradictory.

"thanks……"

Under the warm yellow light in the bathroom, the young man stared intently at the side of the man's face, but his eyes were not innocent.

Meng Zhoushan didn't notice Sui Yuesheng's gaze.Hearing this, he leaned over and picked him up from the wheelchair, placed him on the bench in the bathroom, then took the towel off the wash rack and put it within reach: "Call me if you need anything, I'll be right outside."

Sui Yuesheng nodded.

Seeing this, Meng Zhoushan exited the bathroom and closed the door behind his back.

The system beeped at the right time: [Ding, please pay attention to the host, the villain's blackness has dropped to 99%, please continue to work hard~]

Meng Zhoushan paused slightly when he heard this, and then returned to normal.He is the host with the least problems, and he doesn't seem to be interested in those blackening degrees.

The bloodstains on the glass window outside have been wiped clean, and the light reflects the scene of the living room.Meng Zhoushan watched the dark night outside the window, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and looked thoughtfully.

Too many things happened tonight, anyone would be scared and panicked, but Sui Yuesheng was much calmer than Meng Zhoushan imagined.

Meng Zhoushan recorded the death time and identity information of all the deceased in the previous life, but in this life they were completely disrupted.There is no doubt that Ouroboros will not follow the previous sequence of crimes.

There may be many people in this organization, or there may be only two people.But as long as a loyal "believer" is raised, countless cases can be committed quietly.

Meng Zhoushan thought of the attacker he had seen before he died, and the man behind the shooting.All the identity information of the murderer is unknown, and the only clue is the red birthmark on the other side's tiger's mouth.

red birthmark...

The cigarette was more than half burned, burning his fingertips.Meng Zhoushan regained consciousness, pressed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and then sent a message to Yan Yuezhao.However, he probably felt overwhelmed by the two corpses and didn't have much time to look at his phone.

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.Probably because of the inconvenient legs and feet, Sui Yue took several times longer than ordinary people to undress.

Meng Zhoushan sat down on the sofa, crossed his slender legs, opened his notebook, and crossed out all the time of the murder he had recorded with a pen.

Now that the direction of things has changed, you should not be obsessed with the cases in your previous life, those will only interfere with your own judgment.

The punks living upstairs are unemployed and have no serious job.The men often go to the streets to extort students from nearby schools, while the women are suspected of doing flesh and blood business.

Bad habits are hard to change, which is very in line with the standard of ouroboros killing people.

So who will the opponent's next target be?

Meng Zhoushan looked up at the ceiling, the eyes hidden behind the lens flashed sharply, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the wall to see the scene above clearly.

The old woman living on the sixth floor was sorting out the sundries she had stolen from the vegetable market in the kitchen. Her mouth was sour and mean, and the words she spit out were like the blade of a knife covered with arsenic, cursing her submissive daughter-in-law fiercely.

The old man living on the seventh floor wore a ripped white vest, his skin was old and loose, like chicken skin.He holds up the binoculars.Peeping at the young and beautiful female tenant in the building opposite.

On the eighth floor lived a migrant worker who had just gotten a job as an insurance salesman.She painted her delicate and beautiful makeup in front of the mirror, looking at herself in pity, while worrying about her performance.

ninth floor...

Meng Zhoushan's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement from the bathroom, as if something heavy fell to the ground.He immediately got up and went to the door, knocked on the door with his fingers: "Are you okay?"

"fine……"

The boy's usual voice sounded from inside, through a door, it didn't sound very clear: "I'm getting dressed, don't come in..."

Meng Zhoushan paused slightly: "Then call me when you're dressed."

Sui Yuesheng: "Okay."

Through a door, the inside was filled with fog.Sui Yuesheng fell down on the tiled floor at some point.He stabilized the bench with one hand, and tried to prop up his body with the other hand, trying to sit back, but slipped and fell again and again.

Sui Yuesheng gritted her teeth and didn't make any sound, her usually quiet and dark eyes now carried a bit of silent cruelty.Blue veins appeared in the arms due to being too tense.He tried his best to support his figure, and climbed to the bench little by little in a embarrassed posture.

"..."

Meng Zhoushan leaned against the door of the bathroom quietly, wondering what he was thinking with his downcast eyes, he seemed to sigh in a trance, but it was hard to hear.After an unknown amount of time, Sui Yuesheng's voice finally sounded inside: "Uncle, I'm done washing."

Hearing this, Meng Zhoushan stood up straight and opened the bathroom door, only to find Sui Yuesheng sitting on the bench, having already changed his clothes.It's just that because of the restricted posture, the pants are a little wrinkled and not neat.

Meng Zhoushan went in and carried him out, and put him on the bed in the bedroom.During this period, the teenager's legs have been hanging down quietly, without any reaction, lifeless.

Meng Zhoushan's mind suddenly echoed what Yan Yuezhao said to himself in the previous life:

"We went to the hospital to investigate. Before Sui Yuesheng's leg was broken by his uncle, he was able to stand up. He had half the hope of recovery, so it's not that he has no chance of committing crimes..."

Sui Yuesheng was sitting by the bed, and was about to tidy up his crooked trousers, when Meng Zhoushan suddenly leaned over slowly and held his slender ankle: "How did your leg hurt?"

The man's palm was dry and warm, and his fingertips were covered with thin calluses from years of holding a pen, which caused a slight itching when they were pressed against the skin.In his hands, the young man's pale and thin ankle was like an exquisite and fragile handicraft, which would shatter with just a slight pinch.

Sui Yuesheng unconsciously clenched the bed sheet with her fingertips: "There was a car accident..."

Meng Zhoushan adjusted his glasses and observed the changes in his expression: "Don't you feel anything?"

Sui Yuesheng shook her head: "No."

Meng Zhoushan didn't speak.His slender fingertips slowly moved up along the boy's ankle, and then silently reached into the trousers, caressing the other's delicate calf, pressing it lightly again and again, the seemingly invisible strength was so itchy that it made people go crazy:

"Do you really not feel it?"

Sui Yuesheng shook her head lightly: "No..."

Meng Zhoushan's expression remained unchanged, but he was secretly puzzled.He continued to move his fingertips up, but at this moment, Sui Yuesheng suddenly held him down through his pants, and asked in an uneasy voice: "Uncle, what are you doing..."

His eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, looking a little scared.A tear fell silently from the eye socket, seeped into the fabric, and landed on the back of Meng Zhoushan's hand.

Meng Zhoushan suddenly felt that he was being burned, and subconsciously withdrew his hand: "I..."

Seeing Sui Yuesheng's slightly red eyes, he was stunned for a moment: "I just... want to see your injuries..."

Sui Yuesheng didn't speak, even crying silently.He lowered his head, tears fell drop by drop, wet his knees, the red eye sockets were especially obvious.

Obviously, Meng Zhoushan didn't know how to coax people. He took out a few pieces of paper from the bedside table, wiped Sui Yuesheng's tears, and said softly, "I don't mean anything else, I just want to see your injuries..."

Sui Yue heard the words and raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were red, and the tip of her nose was also red.It took a long time to speak slowly, with a hoarse voice: "I haven't felt my legs for a long time..."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and slowly pulled up the trousers, so that his right leg was exposed to the air, and there was a depression at the knee.

Sui Yuesheng stared at Meng Zhoushan, and said softly: "I scratched off a piece of meat with a knife, but I still didn't feel it..."

His frail appearance is so contradictory compared with this extreme sentence, which makes people creepy when the night is surging.

"..."

Meng Zhoushan didn't speak. He knew that some tragic experiences would distort people's mind.

Seeing this, Sui Yuesheng slowly stopped crying.Holding Meng Zhoushan with his cold fingertips, he whispered, "I'm really... afraid of bad guys..."

Hearing this, Meng Zhoushan moved his fingertips lightly, as if he wanted to touch the wound on Sui Yuesheng's leg, but the wound caused him an inexplicable pain in the air, and he couldn't let it go for a long time.Finally, he slowly put down the trouser legs for the young man: "I'm sorry..."

Meng Zhoushan apologized for the behavior just now: "I just want to see how you recover. If you don't like others touching your legs, you won't do it next time."

Sui Yuesheng said, "Uncle can touch my leg..."

He said, "I just don't like it when my uncle suspects me..."

Meng Zhoushan did not expect this to be the reason.Facing the young man's trusting gaze, he didn't know how to explain his behavior that was tantamount to probing just now, so he could only smile in the end, as he agreed.

He stood up straight from the ground, and seeing Sui Yuesheng was still sitting by the bed, Fu hugged the young man in the middle of the bed, then pulled the quilt over him: "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Sui Yuesheng nodded while lying on the bed, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and clean, very well-behaved.

Meng Zhoushan turned off the lights and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door gently.He sat down on the sofa, and vaguely remembered that there was an author he knew who was studying medicine. He dialed a number on his mobile phone, and was connected within two rings.

The voice of the man on the other end of the phone was extremely gentle, and he was a little puzzled why Meng Zhoushan called himself: "Bian Meng?"

Meng Zhoushan hummed, and deliberately lowered his voice a little for fear of disturbing Sui Yuesheng: "A friend of mine got into a car accident a few years ago, and his leg was injured and he couldn't walk... Aren't you studying medicine? Please recommend an authoritative doctor in this field .”

"I knew it, you must have something to do when you called." The man on the other end of the phone said: "But I haven't read it now, and I'm working in another place."

Meng Zhoushan frowned: "Where?"

The man said: "The funeral home, I need materials for my writing."

Meng Zhoushan: "..."

The author is also a crazy profession in a sense, and the man on the other end of the phone is obviously not much better than Meng Zhoushan.

Meng Zhoushan instinctively wanted to hang up the phone when he heard the words, but he didn't know what to think of, he paused again, and reminded: "Don't run to messy places, and drive carefully."

He remembered that the other party died in a car accident in his previous life.

The man hummed: "I know."

Not long after Meng Zhoushan hung up the phone, the phone suddenly vibrated, and the mailbox received the file from the other party.When I clicked on it, I saw the contact information of several authoritative doctors in orthopedics and neurology.

The other party has always been very reliable in doing things.

Meng Zhoushan saved the content and replied with a thank you.In fact, he really wanted to take Sui Yuesheng to see a doctor, but it was not a relative, and it was already doubtful to take Sui Yuesheng to stay overnight, so he could only wait for him to get acquainted with him before thinking about it.

Doomed to sleepless night.

After Meng Zhoushan washed up, he lay on the sofa and squinted for a while, and finally fell asleep when it was almost dawn.The dream was full of grotesques, and the weird and grotesque Ouroboros pattern flashed over and over again, oppressing people out of breath.

"Dang--"

Meng Zhoushan was suddenly awakened by the sound of kitchen utensils making noise.He subconsciously opened his eyes, sat up from the sofa, and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a figure in a wheelchair busy in the kitchen.

Meng Zhoushan paused, he groped on the coffee table to find his glasses and put them on, the scene suddenly became clear, but he saw Sui Yuesheng cooking.

"When did you wake up?"

Meng Zhoushan walked over, leaned over and gently pulled out the knife in Sui Yuesheng's hand, instinctively he didn't want the boy to touch such a sharp object: "Are you hungry, let me cook."

Sui Yuesheng withdrew her hand somewhat at a loss, looked up at Meng Zhoushan: "I'm afraid you're hungry..."

The young man in front of him was so sensible that it made people feel distressed.

Meng Zhoushan pushed Sui Yuesheng to the living room, picked up the tablet on the coffee table and handed it to him: "Play by yourself for a while, I will cook, it will be ready soon."

Sui Yuesheng probably took the ingredients from the refrigerator, half a bag of pasta, plus a chopped tomato, just enough for one person.

Meng Zhoushan looked at the time and found that it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.He put the noodles in the refrigerator, took out two boxes of steaks again, defrosted them and put them in the pan to fry them expertly.Sui Yuesheng was malnourished at first glance, and that kind of family probably wouldn't be willing to give him meat.

Sui Yuesheng seemed to be playing with a tablet, but in fact, her gaze had been on Meng Zhoushan.It was a kind of gaze that was too complicated for people to understand, quiet and introverted, hidden deep in his heart.

"Eat."

Meng Zhoushan came out of the kitchen.He cut the steak into small pieces and put it on the plate, and poured another glass of juice for Sui Yuesheng.The porcelain plate fell on the table with a crisp sound.

Sui Yuesheng looked up at the time, only to realize that it was already twelve o'clock: "I should go home, my aunt will be angry when she sees no one at home making lunch..."

Meng Zhoushan said, "We'll talk about it after dinner."

Sui Yuesheng still hesitated.Seeing this, Meng Zhoushan smiled, a little helpless.With one hand in his pocket, he picked up a fork and fed a piece of beef to Sui Yuesheng: "Is it delicious?"

The expensive beef is fried just right, even if nothing is put in, just dipped in a little black pepper sauce is a rare delicacy.

Sui Yuesheng had something in her mouth, unable to speak, she nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Meng Zhoushan said: "Eat more if it tastes good, and you can leave after eating."

Sui Yuesheng listened to his words very much, and she didn't say anything more after hearing that, she lowered her head and ate the square-cut steak on the plate with a fork.

There was a commotion in the outer corridor, as if someone was arguing.Meng Zhoushan opened the door and saw that the police who came to investigate last night's murder had a conflict with Chen Pingchuan who had just sobered up.

"What dead person? What murderer? I don't even know them. How can I know so much shit? Get out of here!"

Chen Pingchuan's rough voice resounded through the corridor, and he almost got into a fight. The neighbors on both sides came downstairs to watch.The policeman barely suppressed his temper and said: "Sir, we are also conducting inquiries according to the rules. Please cooperate. What were you doing between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-] yesterday afternoon?"

There is no surveillance in this building, even if it is installed, it will be secretly dismantled by the homeless nearby and sold for money.Therefore, the difficulty of investigation and visits has become quite high, and they can only be asked door to door.

Seeing this, Sui Yuesheng pushed the wheelchair, as if she wanted to go out and have a look.However, after pushing twice, there was no push. When I looked down, I saw that the roller was stepped on by Meng Zhoushan.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, go in and eat."

After Meng Zhoushan finished speaking, he let go of the wheelchair and patted Sui Yuesheng on the head.Putting on a coat, he walked out of the room and walked towards Chen Pingchuan and the others.

A lot of people gathered in the corridor, and when Meng Zhoushan approached, he realized that Yan Yuezhao was also there.After only one night, Yan Yuezhao's beard protruded, and he was so emaciated that he was sitting alone at the corner of the stairs, smoking a cloud, with cigarette butts at his feet.

Meng Zhoushan stopped in front of him: "Why don't you investigate the case and hide here to smoke?"

Yan Yuezhao raised his head subconsciously when he heard the words, but saw that it was Meng Zhoushan, he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stamped it out: "I have no idea."

Nothing was left at the murder scene, no fingerprints, no murder weapon.Yan Yuezhao led people to search all morning, but found no useful information, one can imagine how devastated he was.

This place is too chaotic, and there are too many floating people.They can only infer that the murderer is skilled and lives nearby, but they don't know anything else.

Meng Zhoushan knew that he would find nothing, and Ouroboros committed crimes one after another, leaving few clues.Meng Zhoushan lowered his voice, and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Go and investigate the person with the red birthmark on the tiger's mouth."

Yan Yuezhao looked at him suspiciously: "What do you mean?"

Meng Zhoushan kept his eyes on the residents who watched the excitement, secretly speculating who the next target of Ouroboros would be: "It's nothing interesting, just to give you clues about the murderer. After all, the cooperation between the police and the people should be, and I want to help you get there sooner." Find the murderer."

Yan Yuezhao stood up, pointed at Chen Pingchuan, gritted his teeth and said, "If you really want to help me, give that bastard a punch."

Meng Zhoushan asked back: "Why don't you go yourself?"

Yan Yuezhao clicked his tongue: "I'm a policeman."

Meng Zhoushan adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose: "You call it abetting murder."