"No, I always feel like I'm being looked down upon by you... You must have wanted to laugh at me for the scared look I was just now... Isn't it?"

"No... This kind of thing is not acceptable to everyone..."Zhu Song Qingzhi said indifferently, and when Su Meng heard it, he felt that his psychology was poked, and it was sore. He stood a little unsteadily, simply leaned to the right, put his arm on Zhu Song Qingzhi's shoulder and said,

"Alas... Since I met you, my three views have been shattered almost every day... I can understand that you are hiding something from me, after all, I may not be as experienced as you are now, just to protect me, but..."

Su Meng turned her head to look into the other party's eyes and said

"From now on, the two of us are a community of destiny, until we find Mr. Liu..."

"Well, I know"

"Aren't you impressed? Don't you think it's very impressive?"

"Huh? It's okay..."Zhu Song Qingzhi was asked by him, his thin face flushed with a light red, and his hand holding the drink was also a little cramped. The two drove all the way to Zhu Songqing's house, and when they arrived, they found that it was a very quiet and exquisite community, very close to Su Meng's alma mater, that is, Dong Zhenhuishu's school.

"Where do you live?"

"My mother and I have been living here recently..."Zhu Songqing said as he reached the door and opened the door

“... Oh...... Where's your dad?"

"I don't come back much, I'm too busy..."Zhu Song Qingzhi opened the door, the house was very clean and full of lighting. "I don't have to change my shoes... Mother... I'm back..."Zhu Song Qingzhi shouted into the room, but no one responded.

"Mom, I'm back, I'm Song Qingzhi..."

"Didn't you get out of class?"

"Today... On Saturday, she didn't have class... I'll give her a call."

The prompt sound that could not be connected for the time being echoed in the quietly surprisingly large living room, and a sense of uneasiness rushed to Su Meng's heart. He looked at the furnishings and decoration of the room uneasily, and noticed that there was a small oil painting on the shoe cabinet, which drew a triangle full of thorn branches, and inside the triangle was a cross, depicting a golden light edge, and inside it was a crimson background, and there were many lines like veins painted on it, which seemed to have a certain religious meaning. Su Meng was a little resistant, he had never seen such a sign, this was different from orthodox beliefs... Su Meng walked to the back room, trying to find out if there were any similar signs, but found nothing.

Zhu Song Qingzhi put down his mobile phone, and suddenly sat down on the sofa in a dejected manner, his face was a little painful, he raised his hand to cover his face and inhaled heavily, Su Meng walked over to soothe his back and pulled him closer to his chest, and whispered

"It's okay... It's okay... I'm in... If you can't hold it back, you can cry..."

A soft sobbing came out from the gap between his hands, Su Meng hugged him tightly, and his heart was a little throbbing, and after a while, Zhu Song Qingzhi said,

“... I can't feel Mr. Liu anymore...... Her light is out..."

Pang Jia was still screaming while sitting in the car, and Zhang Yuan hurriedly asked

"What's wrong? Does it hurt so much? Do you still have to remove the stitches? Don't move, beware of infection..."

"Now I feel sorry for me... It was so fierce just now..."Pang Jia took a breath and blamed.

"I... Aren't I in a hurry?"

"Oh, you... Worry, can I have anything to do? I dare to take you in and I will definitely be able to bring you out safely, are you afraid that your brother will not be able to protect you?"

"I don't need your protection!

Zhang Yuan suddenly got angry, and he was able to pat the steering wheel and said, Pang Jia was startled, "Mom, why did you suddenly lose your temper like my mother... You're going to bite..."

"I... Now I just want to bite someone..."Zhang Yuan turned his head and looked at Pang Jia fixedly, gritting his teeth and saying.

"Then you're biting..."

Ah Zi was gambled back, Zhang Yuan suddenly pressed him into the seat, and kissed him gently, Pang Jia was a little dizzy by this sudden attack, only to feel a stream of blood rushing to the top of his head, his swollen eyes hurt, and he didn't speak for a while.

"The bite is over..."Zhang Yuan's face also turned red, and he hurriedly withdrew, moved his hands back from Pang Jia's body to the steering wheel, and looked at the other party from time to time. Pang Jia licked his lips before he spoke

"It hurts a little..."

"I'm sorry..."Zhang Yuan's voice lowered. Pang Jia sat up straight and said awkwardly

"It's alright... Stronger than a stitch... At least you've given me the pain to stop..."

Zhang Yuan, who finally understood what it meant to relieve pain, broke his skills in an instant, covered his face and lay on the steering wheel, he just wanted to get under the car now. Pang Jia almost laughed to death when he saw his shy appearance, and said,

"Oh my God... I was the one who was beaten, and I was the one who was taken advantage of, why are you like an angry little daughter-in-law..."

"It should be you," Zhang Yuan said angrily, "Who let you..."

"Why am I, I'm so likable?" continued Pang Jia, unknowingly. "No, it's supposed to please you?"

“...... It's so thick-skinned......" Zhang Yuan replied with a red face, and he secretly laughed again. He didn't think Pang Jia lost his temper and didn't scold him, although Pang Jia never scolded him and always treated him well. That is to say that Pang Jia does not reject himself from having such feelings for him, but he is very disappointed, because Pang Jia still treats him as a child, and sighs softly.

Pang Jia leaned in his seat, secretly glanced at Zhang Yuan, heard Zhang Yuan's sigh, and thought, this kid is really interesting.

Pang Jia tossed for a long time and finally opened the first URL in Zhao Xinming's notebook browser, and sure enough, he needed to disguise his IP address to log in.

The first URL is nothing unusual.,It's a horror forum.,The last update of the top webmaster post was three days ago.,It seems that it's still a forum in normal operation.。 He clicked on the login box, which prompted that the automatic login had expired. It's hard to do here, although the general website will store some user login cookies, but after nearly two months, the cookie has long been invalid. Pang Jia had to give up for the time being, turning back page by page, most of them were some so-called folk horrors with various tags. He clicked on the popular post and found that there was always one person with a strange comment:

#-My Lord God will help the world tomorrow, and overcome all suffering, and you should respect my Lord God in the high heavens, and ask His Highness the Lord God for ......mercy in the Thirty-Three Golden Lights, and "Almost every hot post will have a 100-word long comment like this. And the man's signature is a triangular painting surrounded by thorns, and there is a cross inside.

The following comments are mostly sarcastic and ridiculous

"#楼上是信佛的?"

“......”

"#听他胡扯, what are the believers here to talk about? What, come here to complete the KPI indicators?"

"#这他妈什么称呼, that logo looks like an evil sect, this thing is an evil society, right..."

“......”

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