It was a very small and dimly lit room, with two tiers of tin beds taking up most of the room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There was no light in the room, so I could only faintly see by the street lamp and the moonlight outside the window that there were two people lying on the bottom bunk of the tin bed.

This room is small, so the bed is naturally not very big, but it is barely possible to accommodate two people to lie down quietly.

It was a teenager and a girl, lying there quietly, their chests heaving and breathing evenly, as if they were asleep.

But this quiet, so quiet that there is not the slightest movement, even if you sleep deeply, it will not be so.

Is it asleep, or is it unconscious?

Maybe it's because this room is too small, and even the two people who are obviously standing in front of the bed are not in this room.

In front of the bed, but not in the room. Whether this is present or not, it is really difficult for people to understand.

This "in" is the direction.

This "absence" is space.

The two are hidden from the space!

The light was indeed very dim, so dark that it was impossible to see the faces of these two people at all, and I could only vaguely feel that this was also a man and a woman.

A man, and a girl!

The man's eyes seemed to glow, flashing in this deep ink, brighter than the moon!

So in his eyes, there is no need for light at all, because he is already light.

He wears the thinnest rubber gloves, thin enough to make out the outline of his palm.

It's just that this outline is only seen after all, but it can't leave the slightest trace on any object.

The man rummaged through the cabinets and made a mess of the otherwise tidy room.

Rummaging through the cabinets, it is natural to look for them!

As for what to look for?

Probably only he knows.

"Mr. Zisan......" The girl didn't just stand aside as a vase decoration, her eyes kept staring at the sleeping two people on the bed, and the sea of corpses and blood on the floor!

Not ordinary blood, not ordinary cruelty.

Because Yang Zisang's eyes were shining, he could clearly see the slightest change in the girl.

The hair on her forehead fluttered slightly, more messy than before.

Her brow was already locked, deeper than before.

Her face was strangely pale as she had never seen before.

Her lips had lost their blood, her body was trembling slightly, and her white dress had changed color!

Originally, it was like a white dress with the purest white lotus, but at the moment, there were many more blood-colored plums, which was very beautiful.

Could this blood-colored plum really be dyed by blood?

"It's okay, right?" Seeing the blood at the corner of the girl's mouth falling silently, and then blooming on the white dress, Yang Zisang's work couldn't help but stop.

The girl shook her head, took out a plain silk handkerchief, and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. After doing a slight pranayama, he said slowly: "Zitong...... Very badly injured! ”

Yang Zisang, who had always been calm, couldn't help frowning at this moment, and thought for a moment before he spoke: "Is the death and life contract established with Zitong three times or six times this time?" ”

The girl shook her head again and sighed: "Zitong himself bears half of it, and I am only one and a half times the other half." ”

"In the future, you are not allowed to set up a contract of death and life without permission!" Yang Zisang didn't seem to be angry, but the meaning of Jin Ge exuded made the girl have to choose to surrender.

"No matter who lives or dies, it is not for me to bear." This is the last instruction, and then it is necessary to continue the previous work, "I would rather die a hundred Yang Zisang, never one Yang Zitong, and never one Luo Qinghan!" ”

The girl Luo Qinghan suddenly felt a thrill, and looked down at Yang Zisang, who continued to rummage through the cabinets, and the touch that appeared at the corner of her mouth, I don't know whether to sigh or laugh.

Yang Zisang is not a thief, whether it is stealing things or stealing hearts, he is not good at it.

Rummaging through boxes and cabinets is only to find something, and if this thing exists, he who is looking for it should be found by him!

It was an old biscuit tin box.

The exaggerated lacquer paintings, which were popular at that time, have gradually disappeared in the torrent of the times. Just as the thin layer of paint on the outside of this biscuit box has been rubbed in many places, and then the exposed iron sheet has been rusted and oxidized.

This is a cookie box with a history, and whether it is also a secret that also hides a piece of history?

Yang Zisang held the box and looked at it for a long time. It was as if the scratched, deformed, rusty biscuit box was already an exquisite piece of artwork.

What's in the box?

Yang Zisang wanted to know, Luo Qinghan wanted to know, even if the owner of the box was expecting to know.

All that is left to do now is to simply open it, and all the secrets that people are eager to know but are hidden are about to be revealed!

It's just that......

"I can't open it." Yang Zisang is a very rational person, and his rationality can restrain him anytime and anywhere.

Luo Qinghan's eyes when he looked at the box were definitely not as eager and urgent as Yang Zisang. So she could see the expression on Yang Zisang's face even more at this moment. So she said, "You...... Don't dare? ”

Not to her surprise, Yang Zisang nodded and sighed softly: "Yes, I really don't dare!" And I'm not willing, I'm not willing to bet my life here! ”

What exactly? Why does a cookie box involve life and death? Could it be that this box is stocked with the most powerful explosives?

It's not explosives, but it's more powerful than explosives!

What is that?

"Since no one can open it, then I will let no one open you......" Yang Zisang hugged the box and muttered, as if talking to himself. Like those sorcerers and sorcerers.

After saying that, Yang Zisang began to put back the various things that had been overturned untouched.

What does it mean to stay as it is?

With a slight difference of one millimeter, Yang Zisang put the items he had just turned out in place. Even when compared with the placement of real things, it is definitely not more than a millimeter difference!

At the moment when Yang Zisang put the last item back, the light turned on!

The lights were on, the room was bright, everyone was bright, but Yang Zisang's eyes were dim!

Luo Qinghan gently pressed Li Muzi and a hole on the back of Mu Mu's neck.

And they awoke.

A thrust down their spines.

And they sat up.

Take them by the hand and pull them up.

Just count one, two, three.

This is true sobriety!

"Ah, Mr. Yang, where do you want to look now?" Li Muzi didn't know what was going on at all, and in him, maybe nothing happened.

Yang Zisang shook his head, his eyes were not as hot and bright as before, but his smile was still bright!