For Fang Zhihe, this endless blood dream is actually a huge energy, and he can't escape or resist it, only to watch it dissect and hollow out his brain, and then implant something indiscriminately, or a sika deer, or a forest, or something else that cannot be predicted.

But no matter what it is, it will make him physically and mentally exhausted, and the more tired he is, the more bloody dreams will emerge, and then a vicious circle will be formed, in which his role is a fish that is slaughtered by the neck.

"Mr. Fang!"

Fang Zhihe heard the voice, opened his eyes, then stretched out his left hand to close the drawer that was pulled into a half-open shape, and then glanced coldly at the middle-aged man in a black suit at the door, "What's the matter?"

"I heard that Xian'er ...... her"

"She's got too much to do!"

"Yes, this child is indeed a little ignorant, and it's also to blame that I didn't manage her well, so I'll go back and talk about her, and you will let her go this time, I'll ......"

"No need. Without waiting for Zhou Xunyu to finish speaking, Fang Zhihe coldly refused: "I mean, after you say it, there is no need to stay." ”

"Fang ......"

"If there's nothing else to do, let's go back early!" Fang Zhihe said and stood up from his seat, then picked up the black woolen coat on the sofa and walked towards the door, "Oh, I almost forgot to congratulate Uncle Zhou on his happy new marriage, no wonder!"

“……”

"Congratulatory gifts, I'll let Yan Jin send them over tomorrow. ”

Fang Zhihe also ignored the embarrassed expression on Zhou Xunyu's face, and stepped out of the door of the office.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in the courtyard of the Xincheng villa, Fang Zhihe got out of the car and stepped directly up the steps, he stretched out his right hand and pressed the password a few times, the "click" door lock was opened, he pressed the handle lightly and pushed open the door and stepped in.

After Fang Zhihe took a simple shower, he picked up the magazine on the bedside and flipped it up, who happened to turn to an entertainment report, the title text of the report is red and black, which is particularly conspicuous - a wealthy man supports two first-line actresses at the same time.

Fang Zhihe smiled disdainfully, threw the magazine aside, and then began to ponder the black shadow he saw in the cemetery in the morning, who was that black shadow? Why did it appear in front of Han Ying's tombstone? What was she afraid of? He tried hard to think about it, but after thinking for a long time, there was still no answer, so he had no choice but to lie down with a head full of questions.

Another night of dreams, the dream full of snowflakes with a trace of weirdness fell down, after a while, the Fang family's old house was covered with a thick layer, he stood in the middle of the house looking at the closed wooden door, suddenly the wooden door opened, a barefoot little girl in a red dress ran out of it, she ran while "giggling" laughing.

"Lele!" Fang Zhihe called happily, and then opened his arms to meet him, but the little girl ran away, still laughing while running, he called a few more times, and the little girl finally stopped, she first raised her head and smiled at him, and then stretched out her index finger and pointed to the sky.

Fang Zhihe looked at the sky pointed by the little girl suspiciously, and found that there was nothing but the snowflakes sprinkled in the air, so he moved his gaze back to the girl, and then the girl grinned again, and the smile turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

"Happy ......"

Before he could utter his words, an object landed heavily on the clearing at his feet, and he looked down and saw that it was a baby girl.

A baby girl covered in blood!