That night, for some reason, Mu Zeming fell into a desperate situation of nightmares.

It's still white as always, a white world that has been stopped.

Until he saw blood oozing from the ground.

Sticky, intense, like a red lotus blooming, one by one competing for beauty, and finally connected into a sea of flowers, a sea of flowers dyed red with blood.

The two contrasting colors of red and white strongly stimulated Mu Zeming's vision, and gradually, a girl walked out of the sea of flowers.

Her presence made the blood turn from crimson to black, and finally solidified, and the process of change was like a slow movie, the camera played smoothly one by one, and being in it gave Mu Zeming an illusion, an illusion that he had experienced.

His gaze moved up little by little, and for some reason, he couldn't restrain his desires at all, as if he had been poisoned and ingrained, and instinctively told her that she must see the girl's face clearly.

The pupils contracted, turned around and disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, the girl fell in a pool of blood.

His hair was messily scattered, his clothes were torn, his butterfly bones were exposed to the air, and there were scratches on his skin, very bad, as if he had experienced some kind of battle.

The girl raised her eyes, a drop of blood and tears slipped from her right eye, she looked at Mu Zeming, her eyes were a little stunned, Mu Zeming opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she saw the girl slowly close her eyes and smile slightly in the blood light......

Facing death.

Mu Zeming gasped, the frozen world broke instantly, the white light also dispersed, and the scene in front of him began to accelerate, like watching a movie fast-forward, constantly accelerating, constantly replaying.

Mu Zeming wanted to do something, wanted to change something, and was even waiting for a certain moment, as he had already rehearsed countless times in his mind to save the girl.

The results have never changed.

......

Mu Zeming woke up from fear.

The cold sweat on his forehead was sliding down his fair face, dripping into a dot, dripping down, dripping on the back of his hand, and even the slight low sound was so clear in the dark night.

I adjusted my breathing and saw the familiar scene around me, and then I calmed down.

He had nightmares again.

Mu Zeming always had nightmares during this time, but every time he woke up, he couldn't remember what happened in the dream.

Subconsciously reached out to get the phone, the pain in his shoulder made him remember that he was still injured, changed his hand, touched the phone, turned it on, and the dazzling light suddenly filled the room.

Nov. 17, 4:38 a.m.

Four full days have passed since the end of the bidding meeting.

An Shuangshuang was also successfully rescued, but suffered a slight concussion.

As for Guo Ziwei and the wolf soul, Guo Ziwei was killed on the spot by Mu Zeming, and the wolf wolf, the boss of the wolf soul, was also shot and killed by Leng Xue.

This is also thanks to Leng Xue's professional shooting training, and he was killed with one shot, otherwise Mu Zeming and Usami would be in danger.

As soon as Guo Ziwei and the wolf died, the wolf soul mercenary group also collapsed, as for the members under him, he had to ask Su Hao, and afterwards Mu Zeming called Su Hao and took everyone away.

With Su Hao's existence, naturally the police would not be disturbed, so the matter was quickly over.

Mu Zeming turned over and got out of bed, although there was a knife wound on his arm, it did not affect his neat movements, pushed open the door and went downstairs.

Take a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, unscrew the cap and pour it into your mouth.

He wanted to drink some juice, but Usami's stubborn expression gradually appeared in his mind during the day, and Mu Zeming still put the juice back.

"Uncle must not drink alcohol these days, and Coke cannot be drunk!"

"I remember that the doctor only said that you are not allowed to drink bars, why are you not allowed to drink juice?"

Then I saw Usami take out the only two bottles of Coke left in the refrigerator, unscrew the cap and pour it down the drain.

In the end, it was also under Mu Zeming's oath that Coke was safe.

Mu Zeming rarely drinks water, he always likes to drink with some pungent or sweet taste, clear mineral water down his throat and into his stomach, the cold temperature brings instant irritation, so that Mu Zeming finally settled down.

Suddenly, he noticed someone behind him, and he didn't have to think about it to know who it was.

Mu Zeming frowned, swallowed the ice water in his mouth that had not yet been swallowed, and slowly turned around.

It's late autumn, and it's approaching winter, and the indoor heating is on sufficiently, so Mu Zeming is wearing a set of short-sleeved shorts like he used to be at home, and the sudden appearance of Usami is the same.

Under the light, a plain and fair face was a light pink, probably because the heating was turned on too much.

At least, that's what Mu Zeming thinks.

She wore a thin beige suspender nightdress, which was large enough to wrap her ass, her long red hair curled slightly, draped casually over her shoulders, and her bare white feet stepped on the carpet.

The carpet is because Usami doesn't like to wear shoes, so Mu Zeming specially laid it.

The girl's lazy and confused voice sounded, "Still not sleeping?"

Mu Zeming's heart trembled slightly, to be honest, this scene, this voice is a little unbearable for anyone.

"Uncle shouldn't drink ice water. ”

Mu Zeming was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the half bottle of mineral water left in his hand, and the water vapor could still be vaguely seen coming out of the bottle.

Immediately after, a hand reached out, perhaps because of the light, Usami's fingers were whiter than usual, and after grabbing the bottle, Usami went straight to the kitchen.

"Boom!", and after half a sound, the girl's voice sounded again, "If Uncle really wants to drink, I can make you coffee." ”

Usami doesn't know how to cook, but Mu Zeming taught him how to make coffee, so she often cooks it for him to drink.

Mu Zeming raised his eyebrows, which was considered to be an agreement, and then he saw Usami start to make coffee.

Walking to the dining table on the side, pulling out a chair, Mu Zeming sat down, crossed his legs, and quietly looked at Usami in the kitchen.

Strange! Something is wrong! Mu Zeming always felt that something was wrong with Usami, but he couldn't say it, and this feeling had to start when he woke up from his bed four days ago.

After the incident, Mu Zeming handed over everyone to Leng Xue, and he went to the hospital with Usami to bandage it and then went back to the villa.

He was so tired, in that case, it was not only mental training, but also physical consumption, so as soon as he went back to the villa, he cleaned up and fell asleep.

As for Usami, Mu Zeming remembered that she cried so much that her eyes were swollen from crying, and Mu Zeming had never seen this little girl with a cold temperament crying like this.

I was still sobbing on the way back, and I was tired of crying when I got to the villa, so I fell asleep.

Mu Zeming clearly remembered that he carried the sleeping Usami into her room, and he went back to his room to sleep.

But when he woke up this morning, his whole body was sore, and Mu Zeming closed his eyes and touched his mobile phone.

How is the phone soft!

When he opened his eyes, Usami didn't know when he ran to his bed, and at this time, Mu Zeming's hand was on Usami's waist.

No wonder it's soft! He can't think that the waist of a beautiful girl is made of stone.

Could it be that he remembered wrongly, he slept directly in Usami's room last night?

But that's not right! Forget it, no matter.

Letting go of the doubts in his heart, Mu Zeming was about to withdraw his hand, only to see Usami suddenly leaning towards him.

This leaning on the result was not Mu Zeming's hand on Usami's waist, but his arm directly on Usami's waist.

Mu Zeming was stunned for a moment, feeling the faint breath in front of him, and he seemed to see a trace of strange thoughts in the girl's eyes.

A...... A feeling that a soldier goes to the battlefield and sees death as if he were at home.

The resolute eyes seemed to reveal that the girl had made a strange decision.

Mu Zeming still understood what was going on, but this look made him feel inexplicably ashamed, as if he had done something sorry for Usami.

"Damn!" Mu Zeming scolded in his heart.

"It happened...... What?"

In the end, this farce ended hastily, but to Mu Zeming's surprise, this was only the beginning of what he felt strange.

In the next few days, Mu Zeming always felt that something was strange, but everything could go according to normal, nothing different.

Therefore, Mu Zeming came to a conclusion, since everything is normal, then it is himself who has become strange.

Recalling the girl's lazy and confused voice just now, Mu Zeming picked up his mobile phone and opened the search ......

How many years have you been sentenced to have sex with a girl?