"Lao Qiu" decided not to consume this young man who was twisted like a girl, and combed the lapels of Xiao Zhang's science and engineering clothes, and his eyes were extremely loving.

The lights cast from the bathroom went out in an instant, leaving only the gender symbol of "male" at the door, and the luminescent pink flickered in the dark night, only lighting that place, but it looked extremely weird. Lao Qiu looked at him with a smile, his posture of bowing his waist had not changed, but his eyes were strange, looking like he was wearing a pair of pure brown contact lenses, without the whites of his eyes, and there was a faint blue on the brown background.

Xiao Zhang's brain was a little dull, and he comforted himself that it was because of the light, and he almost subconsciously swallowed 'Uncle, are you old and confused', and began to think about it carefully. Since Uncle Qiu asked, there must be something strange that he didn't expect.

A skilled hand who often deals with the same events, doing the same work day after day, but whenever there is a slight change in a little ordinary place, he can often feel it intuitively, just like a customer is used to eating the same steamed bun, and will have a physiological memory of this taste, but whenever one day, the owner of the store does not grasp the heat, in the mouth of the old customer, the taste changes.

Finally, Xiao Zhang found a trace of something wrong in the cluttered memories in his mind, and slapped his head, revealing the joy of the college entrance examination score hitting the luck for thirty minutes, "Uncle, you are always right, I remember, that day, not long ago, there was a female student in her early twenties who committed suicide after graduation." ”

"Lao Qiu" was choked by the phrase 'you old', and caught a glimpse of someone diagonally opposite who had perfectly embedded himself in the recess of the entrance of the Hanmei Hall, looking at this side with his hands on his chest, he was too high, if it weren't for the higher ceilings of these small halls, the pestle would be like a pillar there. Zhu Ying couldn't see his expression, but knew that Ni Shuo must be watching her joke.

Xiao Zhang seemed to feel that the temperature was a little lower again, and he suddenly noticed that "Lao Qiu" had empty ears, as if something was wrong, but the embarrassment of wanting to run to the toilet still made the kid hold back a little bit of material in his head.

"On that day, the bones of the body seemed to be a little strange, and they didn't feel right when they were struck. ”

Xiao Zhang snorted for a long time, facing "Lao Qiu" with an expression that this is a test for you in the organization, and continued to speak.

Generally speaking, after cremation, the bones are not completely burned, and some bones are too big to fit in the box and have to be broken. Xiao Zhang only remembered that he had spent a lot of effort when he knocked the bones that day.

When the body is cremated, there is a special chimney to emit smoke, and there is almost no smell during the burning process.

The breath is very faint, but for the familiar hand, it is still possible to distinguish the subtle difference.

"The smell of bone scraps?"

"Lao Qiu" thought thoughtfully, "That's the smell of calcification, what was the difference after the suicide schoolgirl was cremated that day?"

"There aren't many big bones," Xiao Zhang hesitated, "like ashes...... The taste of charcoal. ”

"Lao Qiu" was pleased to show the eyes of rotten wood and carving,

Xiao Zhang Rumeng was amnesty, and he didn't seem to realize that Lao Qiu was also at the cremation site that day, and he didn't have to ask himself these questions.

The rain had completely stopped, Shen Kuo's mobile phone was out of battery, and half a minute later, Jiang Wan's immediately had an unfamiliar text message, with only three words "confirmed".

Jiang Wan was confused and showed it to Shen Kuo, but saw that after seeing him, he took the lead and walked to the door of the inner bedroom.

In the bedroom, near the desk, Chen's mother sat in a wheelchair, her head hanging down, as if she was asleep, her messy hair was scattered.

Pushed open the bedroom door.

In the bedroom, near the table, Chen's mother sat in a wheelchair, her head hanging down, as if asleep, her messy hair scattered.

Shen Kuo smiled when he saw that her 'unconscious' hand on the armrest of the wheelchair was constantly trembling.

Shen Kuo seemed to have reined in his previous modesty and walked straight to Mu Rou, standing still at a distance of half a step, "I guess the reason why you lost your temper just now was because you saw the sawdust accidentally stained on the girl's trouser leg, right?"

Mu Rou originally hung her head, but when she heard Shen Kuo's words, she suddenly raised her head, and from the angle from which Jiang Wan was standing, the woman was leaning over, her neck was shrinking back meaninglessly, and her pale face seemed to be on her shoulders out of thin air, and she had a somewhat strange feeling.

"I'm going to strangle him, strangle him......" She spread out her hands, closed them again, and made a pinching motion of the neck out of thin air.

Jiang Wan took a few steps away, and noticed again that there was something similar to sawdust in Mu Rou's fingers, yellowing. She leaned against the door and lit the toe of her shoe on the ground, the weather was already dry, and the sawdust that had just been soaked in water on her trouser leg was shaken off.

What does Chen's mother's successive gaffes have to do with these sawdust? Before this joint could be figured out, Jiang Wan suddenly realized that Shen Kuo was deliberately pushing her into the fire pit? How could a big man fall to her because the rain was too heavy to take care of himself?

Mu Rou described horror, but Shen Kuo didn't care at all, he was already straight, standing in front of Mu Rou's left, with a large shadow on his head.

Mu Rou felt this pressure, and the Sichuan character lines on her forehead were twisted deeper.

"Who is he......?"

Shen Kuo's words were halfway through, but he was interrupted by Mu Rou hysterically, "Who are you? Are you in the same group as him? You return my daughter." ”

She threw a few questions at Shen Kuo in a row, as if she didn't expect him to answer, as if she was just venting.

Shen Kuo avoided answering, his tone sank a few degrees, as if he was narrating a time-honored narration, "The clumsy puppet, recorded in the Chronicle of the Wasteland: In the place of the ancient heavens, the soil is fertile and the cyanbi trees are born, and the trees are born with spirits, and the days are the fire of the sky, there are no fruits and no leaves, there are birds and branches and migrating, the soul of the corpse eater, can transform the soul of the deceased, thousands of postures, can be imitated." ”

Every time he said a word, Mu Rou's face turned pale, as if the memory in his mind was awakened by Shen Kuo's words.

Shen Kuo didn't give her this opportunity to indulge, pulled up Mu Rou's wrist, and turned the back of Mu Rou's hand to herself, which had a withered feeling that did not fit her age, and the 'thing' between her fingernails was particularly conspicuous. In particular, the nail cover of the index finger was split, and the blood and sawdust and mud were mixed together, making this hand feel like torture.

Mu Rou saw it and became even more emotional, "I just want my daughter to come back, they don't believe it, no one believes that she is still alive, you all say I'm crazy, I'm crazy...... I'm crazy lol. ”

Mu Rou's expression became more and more crazy.

forced people to look directly at the fear in their hearts, but Shen Kuo's face was extremely calm.

"Why do you say that Chen Ge is not dead?" Shen Kuo let go.

Mu Rou's hand hung down from the air, probably a psychopath, and his mind was also clear. Mu Rou's unclear mind actually realized that the person in front of her was the only one who believed her and didn't think what she said was crazy. What's more, that person...... That man also said that he was made of the branches of the blue tree.

"It's him...... It was he who took Xiaoge away. The cremated body that day was not Xiaoge's, and the smell was no different from the sawdust burning. ”

Mu Rou stretched out her hand to look at the yellow spots in her fingernails, and said gloomily: "I once pushed him into the fire, I will never forget that smell in my life, and it is not Xiaoge who was cremated at all." Mu Rou shook her head and took out a matte red mobile phone from the second drawer of the cabinet on the right with a flustered expression.

She trembled with her fingers and clicked on an MMS message that she had added to the spam message and handed it to Shen Kuo.

Things were a little incredible, and Jiang Wan also took a few steps closer and next to Shen Kuo. It was a video, and there was a limit to the size of the MMS sending video, which was only a few seconds long.

The camera panes from an ordinary glass window into the room, and finally falls on a woman's thin and white arm.

Although Chen Ge's face did not appear, Jiang Wan still intuitively felt that it was Chen Ge's hand, and there were large patches of bleeding and bruises on the back of his hand, which were scarred.

"Fuck the brute. Jiang Wan's expression became solemn, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Mu Rou glanced at her incredulously, probably because her daughter Chen Ge had a gentle temperament, which made her feel that all girls in the world were the same.

Jiang Wan didn't care about maintaining a good image in front of her best friend's mother, took the mobile phone from Shen Kuo's hand, and exited the MMS message only to see that the same number had been sent to this mobile phone many times these days.

It's all MMS, and there's no overwriting in each one. It could be a piece of clothing, or a pair of shoes, and these items all belonged to Chen Ge.

"These shoes were worn by Xiaoge when she came home to see me last time. Mu Rou took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her tone.

Jiang Wan was completely sleepy at the moment, and her shoulders were trembling.

Chen Ge's father, Chen Yasheng, even if he saw these text messages, would think that they were sent by boring people. He didn't care about his daughter, how could he know what kind of clothes and shoes Chen Ge often wore. What's more, 'Chen Ge' was cremated in front of his eyes, even if Mu Rou told the truth, Chen Yasheng would only think that his delirious wife was nonsense.

Shen Kuo patted Jiang Wan on the shoulder, "This should be a one-time rechargeable phone card, even if it is not, it doesn't make any sense to find out the owner of the card now." ”

A few green tendons burst out from the corners of Mu Rou's forehead, and her whole face looked even more hideous, "It's Yan Huai, Yan Huai wants to take revenge on me and make me miserable, so he tortures Xiaoge like this, I desperately told everyone...... All of them. But Chen Yasheng said that I was sick and confused, and said that Xiaoge was dead. ”

"Who is Yan Huai? The person who texted you? Why did he do that. ”

Jiang Wan frowned tightly, this was already a crime. What is the monstrous hatred that needs to be retaliated against to this point.

Jiang Wan shuddered just thinking about it, this person named Yan Huai did not kill Chen Ge easily, but made everyone misunderstand that Chen Ge was dead, and then through these MMS messages with unknown meanings, he mentally tortured Chen's mother and completed the revenge in Mu Rou's mouth.

So the purpose of his revenge is not Chen Ge, but Mu Rou?