I received a bounce from a non-existent player

Looking at the photo in my hand, I felt a thin layer of sweat gradually appearing on my back.

Those legs were cut very carefully, completely fitting the outline, and there was not even a slight pause at the edge. I thought that the person who cut the scissors must not have cut it in a fit of anger, and it even seemed a little manual.

I have a little bad feeling.

Jiang Heng frowned slightly when he saw it, and asked me in a low voice: "Who do you think cut this leg?"

I shook my head, how could I possibly know.

At this moment, the sound of the computer shutting down came from the room over there, followed by the sound of slippers being tapped.Jiang Heng whispered to me "sit back quickly", then took the photo in my hand, quickly restored it to its original state, and placed it in front of the TV cabinet.

When the conductor came in, I was leaning on the sofa in fear, watching Jiang Heng, who hadn't had time to sit back, looking down at the photo.

"...What are you looking at?" The conductor asked with some uncertainty.I heard an indescribable strangeness in his voice.

It's like a hoarseness that ordinary people can't do, and it's like an extremely suppressed growl.

Jiang Heng just asked indifferently: "This is your wife?" After listening to the command, he turned his head and smiled at him, "I noticed it when I was sitting just now. I took the liberty to look at it. I'm sorry. She knows Ballet?"

"...It's her." The conductor returned to normal, smiled back tiredly, slumped on the sofa, stared at the girl smiling brightly in the photo over there, "She is a ballet dancer. That time she It's the first time to perform abroad. In Canada."

"Oh." Jiang Heng nodded thoughtfully, and then said casually, "Only the upper body is photographed. Ballet dancers must have beautiful legs."

I was still angry at first, thinking when did you start to have this kind of addiction, but I immediately realized the reason why he said this.

The conductor had no dislike for Mrs. Huan's frivolity in his words, and even had a vague approval in his eyes, smiling and talking to himself, "It's really beautiful..."

Jiang Heng nodded, but sat back without asking any more questions.

The conductor came back to his senses and scratched his head embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, I just thought about something else and lost my mind... Are you hungry after coming all the way? I have some dried fruit left over from the Chinese New Year."

I was taken aback.Chinese New Year?Wasn't that eight months ago?

Jiang Heng asked him: "The New Year's goods for the New Year, haven't you finished eating them after so long?"

"During the Chinese New Year, there are few guests at home. It's only been a while. Of course, I can't finish eating by myself..." When he said this, he paused slightly, "Huanhuan used to like to eat, but now it's gone. .”

I didn't expect this topic to lead to his sadness. I didn't know how to comfort him, so he straightened his expression, took out a bag of pistachios from the bottom of the coffee table, and pulled out a bag of pistachios from the paper box beside him. Handed me the scissors together.

I first took the dried fruit and put it beside me, and then went to pick up the scissors he handed over.

He held his hand very close.

Jiang Heng suddenly said: "It's still—"

The voice fell, and the scissors fell before I got them.

The scissors were a bit sharp, and they landed on my leg and pricked them. After a single stroke, they slid down the thigh.I took a light "hissy" breath, feeling that the skin under my trousers would turn red for a while even if there was no blood.

The conductor hurriedly apologized: "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I was too early just now... Do you want to go to the toilet to check?"

I just wanted to agree, after all, if this kind of metal with a lot of contact with bacteria sticks into the skin, it’s not a joke, Jiang Heng, who was behind me, pressed my shoulder, and said coldly: "No need, she's fine."

He always has his reasons for what he says.I froze for a moment, then nodded my head in accordance with his intention, and didn't get up.

The conductor smiled, not knowing what it meant.

After this kind of thing happened, how could I be in the mood to eat snacks.Seeing our tense atmosphere, the conductor was a little embarrassed for a while, and finally stood up with a slap on his thigh, and said to us: "Let's go. I'll take you to see Huanhuan by car."

The main staircase collapsed, so he took us downstairs from the fire iron ladder at the back, saw Jiang Heng carrying the car, and asked several times if he needed help, but he declined all of them.

After waiting for a while at the bus stop on the side of the road, the conductor took us to a minibus and sat in front by himself.I dragged Jiang Heng to choose a seat farther away and sat down, looking warily at the commanding direction.

"Is your leg okay?" Jiang Heng turned to me and asked me softly.

"It should be fine, after all, the pants are still thick."

He said "hmm": "Be careful with that conductor."

"I think he's weird too." I nodded.Speaking of weirdness, the weirdest one is the photo of Mrs. Huan with her legs cut off.Thinking of this, I lowered my voice and asked him, "That photo of Mrs. Huan is so weird. Have you noticed that no matter who cut it, it was cut very carefully." Too carefully.A scene of a person carefully cutting off her legs bit by bit in front of a desk lamp appeared in my mind, and the whole person shivered.

"What do you think the picture with the legs cut off means?"

I was a little dazed: "What... what do you mean?"

He gave me a funny look: "You are also big-hearted... Have you forgotten that you were fainted by something last night?"

After his reminder, I just remembered it.

I was so entangled with the amount of three buckets of rice that I almost forgot the last sentence that the unknown object asked me——

"Where are your legs?"

Then there was the scream that rang through my ears in the corridor not long ago: where are your legs! ?

What about Mrs. Huan's legs?

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