He Wan'er was still stunned, and Gu Pan said again: "We're here, Xiao He, you better go back and rest." ”

He said politely, but his gaze was always a little uncomfortable - it seemed to be a little offset, and he didn't look at her face, but intentionally or unintentionally teased the collar of her sweater, and landed on her collarbone and neck.

He Wan'er wore a lot, and it was the largest piece of skin exposed on her body.

She frowned, pulled her coat away, and said, "In order to find out the cause of Niannian's death, my aunt agreed to the autopsy, but she hasn't signed it yet. When my aunt is better, remember to notify me, or notify the police. ”

Gu Pan agreed, and then Gu Nian's sister-in-law also came out, and came to see He Guan'er away with a thousand thanks, so that she could work with peace of mind, Gu Nian and Aunt Gu's affairs were taken care of by the two of them, and nothing could go wrong.

He Wan'er was a little uneasy, but he had to go.

In the taxi, He Guaner leaned against the window with a splitting headache.

She hasn't rested well these days, and she's been very tired after staying up for half the night.

But it's similar to the last time I couldn't sleep for a few days and nights - the more tired I was, the more I couldn't sleep.

After thinking about it, she dialed Ke Zhifang's phone.

The phone rang seven or eight times before it was answered.

"Qinghe?" only said in a low voice, but He Wan'er could hear that Ke Zhifang's voice was a little dry and hoarse.

He still seems to be sleeping.

Of course, it's not even seven o'clock, so it's normal not to get up.

"I'm sorry," He Wan'er apologized in a low voice, "I know I shouldn't disturb your sleep, but I think I'm in a bad state." ”

She spoke slowly, and the more she spoke, the more nasal her voice became.

Ke Zhifang chuckled and replied to her: "I said, you can do it anytime." ”

There was a dim mass of vision, except for the faint light source overhead.

The body seemed to be wrapped in some gentle force, and I could feel it sinking uncontrollably, and strings of bubbles appeared around me, changing in size and shape with the pressure of the water, and faintly reflecting the light.

He Wan'er raised his head.

Sure enough, she once again saw pale green transparent ripples rippling overhead, rippling and spreading in circles, and above the ripples, there was a gray-blue sky.

"It's this dream again......" He Wan'er floated in the water, and there was such a sentence in his head.

And then there's a human face, a pair of blood-red eyes, and a sound of grass, right?

She waited for the voice of compassion and despair, for the suffocation of the water pouring into her respiratory tract and the smell of blood, but not for the end of the dream.

He Wan'er waited for a long time in a daze, and suddenly felt an abnormal fluctuation in the water behind him.

It seemed that something had fallen into the water, and there was a muffled "poof" sound, which caused the water to ripple.

She twisted her neck with great difficulty, and she could see the silvery light clearly, and the scene in front of her suddenly disappeared.

All to darkness.

Sitting up from the bed, He Wan'er opened his eyes in horror, but his eyes were stabbed by a dazzling golden color in front of him.

She got used to it for a while, only to find that the curtains in the bedroom were not closed, and the brilliant fire clouds outside the window were stained with golden glow, which was extremely beautiful.

Light can always easily drive away the fear of darkness, and He Wan'er's beating heart gradually eases down.

In the morning, Ke Zhifang chatted with her on the phone, and his voice was extremely gentle.

didn't talk about any real topics, just that she told him about Gu Nian's death and her own remorse, and then suddenly felt extremely relaxed.

Then she fell asleep, and slept for a long time, until the familiar dream just now woke her up.

She remembered that the last time she had this dream was in Mosca Town, because she watched Mo Chunshan's interview and photos at night, and then was dreamed by pale green ripples and blood-red eyes.

After that, it seemed that for a long time, this dream did not bother her again, even if she saw Mo Chunshan who caused her to dream in the first place again and again, she did not have the experience of dreaming of this scene again.

She almost forgot about that incident, and she also forgot the fear that Mo Chunshan had brought her, but she didn't expect that after this, she would dream of that strange scene again.

Moreover, this time, there seems to be something more to this dream.

In addition to the scene I dreamed about repeatedly, what is the silver-white that appears at the end of the dream?

The long, narrow shape looks like a fish, and the color is also silvery white, like the scales of a fish reflecting light.

But how did the fish fall from above the surface to below the surface?

And that thing keeps sinking, not like a fish.

Is it a knife?

Thinking of this word, her heart suddenly tingled, and the pain made her involuntarily hunch her back and protect the painful place with her hands.

But in a matter of seconds, the pain vanished, so fast that she even suspected that it was her own delusion.

He Wan'er frowned, slowly straightened his back, and slowly got out of bed, dressed, and washed.

Enough bad things have happened, and she still has a lot to deal with. At this juncture, she could no longer dwell on this illusory dream, and once again brought herself into the tip of the bull's horns, adding trouble to herself and Ke Zhifang.

He Wan'er warned himself over and over again, but he couldn't suppress the unknown chill that surged in his heart.

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At dinner time, Meng Qianyang and Mo Chunshan faced each other, enjoying the steak on the plate.

Meng Qianyang admired while eating, and couldn't help but guess why the boss was in such a good mood today.

You know, his awkward Chunshan brother has always looked down on appetites, and today he even found the head chef of Grand Hyatt to come to the house to cook steak for him to eat, and also ordered a top black truffle from Italy as an ingredient next week.

Obviously, Mo Chunshan can't eat it alone, and he must have a share of Meng Qianyang.

Thinking of this, Meng Qianyang smiled happily and couldn't help asking: "Can you call Sister Jia next week?" She has worked hard for you to take care of her official and private affairs, Brother Chunshan, you are in the mood to enjoy the food thanks to her ability." ”

"Eat silently, sleep silently. Mo Chunshan said slowly, but his words were no longer as cold and stern as usual.

After a pause, Mo Chunshan also hid the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly and happily: "A share of Caijia is indispensable, this favor, I am also going to give it to you." ”

After dinner, Meng Qianyang automatically and consciously cleaned up the table.

Before Caijia appeared, he had always been used to taking care of Mo Chunshan, and doing these things was both natural and easy.

After cleaning up the dining room and tidying up the living room, he found a few stacks of newspapers on the second floor of the coffee table.

I flipped through it casually, and there was a copy of the Yamashiro Weekly in it, and the time was the one that was published three days ago.

Moreover, the newspaper is no longer in a primitive and unread state, and obviously Mo Chunshan has also turned it over.

Meng Qianyang turned his back to him and quietly made a V.