Thousands of people suspect that they have become a spiritual queen

His skin was pale and pale under the ambient light, and his lips were bloodless, but because of his delicate beauty, he blended into this pile of horror dolls without any sense of disobedience.

Yan Wujiu looked at his mother who had stopped breathing on the hospital bed.

There was no one in the room, and the nanny and housekeeper had already gone down, leaving him enough space to grieve.

Yan Wujiu felt agitated and went to touch the lighter in his pocket, but he let go when he touched the metal texture.

In fact, he knows that for a mother who has been bedridden for more than ten years... death may not be a relief.

It's just that the expectations were in vain.

He couldn't help but think of ten years ago.

Mother and father quarreled, and in order to relax, they took them to the snow mountain for skiing, but encountered an unprecedented avalanche.

Heavy snow washed away the entire resort, countless people were buried under the ice and snow, mother couldn't run fast, so Yan Wujiu took his younger brother to run first...

His mother's last words to him.

That is, you are an older brother, so take good care of your younger brother.

At that time, he watched his mother being buried in the ice and snow.

Yan Lian was still young at that time, able to jump and dance.

A teenager, a child, staggered and ran in the ice and snow, Yan Lian couldn't move anymore, so Yan Wujiu walked with him on his back.

They got lost in the sea of ​​snow.

Yan Lian was exhausted and fainted, and it was at this time.

A second avalanche occurred.

For the first time, a well-clothed young man knows what overwhelming despair is.

……

Yan Wujiu breathed out lightly, he touched his heart, and took out an amulet with pearls hanging from his heart pocket.

This is after that disaster.

A token left behind by the gods.

A few days passed, the Yan family was preparing for Yan's mother's funeral in full swing, and Su Jiao was almost familiar with the layout of the Yan house.

It's just that there is one place in Yan Zhai that Su Jiao can't go to, and that is Yan Lian's room.

Only Yan Lian can enter Yan Lian's room, not even Yan Wu Jiu.

Su Jiao was also not interested in Yan Lian's room.

He occasionally encounters Yan Wugui.

The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a serious expression on his face, still looking at him with cold and mocking eyes.

Su Ban didn't care either.

He has received the strange look for so many years, and he has already accepted it well.

He would personally change the dressing for the wound on his hand every day.

However, Su Jiao didn't think it would be good for Yan Lian to change his medicine. Although the medicine was very effective, if he bought the medicine in the system store, it would get better faster.

But Yan Lian stared at the wound, so Su Jiao gave up.

One time Su Jiao touched the kitchen and heard the nanny talking inside.

It is said that Yan Lian, the young master of the Yan family, looks very pitiful, but in fact has a terrible temper. He has never seen him treat someone so patiently.

The standby housekeeper who had been following him couldn't help but say, "Young master likes you very much."

Su Jiao smiled, and said seriously: "No, he doesn't like me."

All he likes is this beautiful skin named Su Jiao.

Instead of bananas and bananas.

The reason why Su Jiao likes to wander around is not because he can't be idle, but because he wants to find a reason to slip out.

The ID card is still in the rental house, so he has to find a chance to get it back.

Yan Lian and Yan Wujiu were so busy that their feet didn't touch the ground, Yan Lian didn't have time to talk to him except for routine inspection of his injuries, it was a good opportunity.

Still let him touch a back door.

But the back door is locked.

The system scanned it and said to Su Jiao: "The key to this door is available in the study and Yanlian's room, I can help you locate it."

Su Jiao didn't really want to go to the study room. Generally, no matter how old or new this kind of old house is, there are strange secrets hidden in it, and he didn't want to get involved in it.

Then there is only Yan Lian's room.

In fact, Su Jiao subconsciously prefers Yan Lian's room because Su Jiao's own room is not far from Yan Lian's master bedroom, and the door of Yan Lian's room is always ajar.

Also because no one else is allowed to enter Yan Lian's room, no one will be around except Yan Lian himself.

Besides, at this time, Yan Lian was still outside with Yan Wujiu entertaining the honored guests who came to the funeral.

Su Jiao pretended to go back to her room, and looked at the half-hidden door not far away.

Like Pandora's box, silently tempting him.

It is impolite to enter someone's house without permission...

Su Jiao was also a little hesitant, but thinking of his ID card in the rented house, he took a deep breath, checked that there was no one around, and went in anyway.

He didn't do anything, just took a key and returned it soon.

Even though he said that, Su Jiao was still very guilty. After he entered the door, he adjusted the door to a slightly concealed angle, and he found that it was a remote control door.

Yan Lian's room was very dark, the curtains were drawn tightly, Su Jiao fumbled around but couldn't find the key, and he didn't know if it was because of guilty conscience, he always felt that someone was looking at him stickily.

No...impossible, Yan Lian is not here...

When he was nervous, he accidentally knocked something down with his hand, it was a little cold, like a finger...

Su Banan shivered.

The ambient light senses the body temperature of the person and automatically turns on the dim light.

So Su Jiao met a pair of pitch-black, hollow eyes with some gloomy eyes.

Su Banana: "..."

Su Jiao screamed and choked in her throat. She took a few steps back, but accidentally knocked over something, and the dim light became brighter——

The scene of the house suddenly became clear——

The cold-hanging scalpel, the blood-stained skeleton, and the beautifully sewn dolls formed a circle. What he just held was also the finger of a doll. Because he stepped back, the doll slowly fell to the ground——

The sound of the scalpel dangling made people panic. When Su Jiao raised her eyes, she saw rows of glass jars behind the fallen doll.

Those are various organs of the human body, including but not limited to the lungs, spleen, stomach, heart, and kidneys, which are soaked in formalin and float in glass jars.

Su Jiao could still comfort herself when she saw the doll, but when she saw the organs in formalin, Su Jiao thought of Yan Lian's elegant and exquisite knife skills when peeling oranges——

Su Banana's scalp exploded.

What kind of fucking pervert is Yan Lian! !

He didn't dare to think deeply at all, turned his head and was about to run out, but heard a "click".

In the quiet darkness, this sound sounded extremely terrifying.

The door was locked.

He heard a chuckle.

Su Jiao froze in place, and slowly turned her head.

A boy in a white coat sat on the bed.

His skin was pale and pale under the ambient light, and his lips were bloodless, but because of his delicate beauty, he blended into this pile of horror dolls without any sense of disobedience.

He casually threw away the remote control in his hand, his tea-brown eyes looked sticky and dark under the light.

"Jiaojiao... is she here to see me?"

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