One night three years ago, Curly opened his eyes.

There was a man lying on the ground, wearing nothing on his body, and the back of his head was gurgling blood, and the blood was flowing on the ground, like a red cloth that kept deforming, growing bigger and bigger and bigger.

Curly took a step back in fright, and the thing he was holding in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

She looked down and saw a bloody chair leg with a long, slightly curved nail on the chair leg covered in black-red blood.

What's going on?

Curly was dazed in front of his eyes, until a scream came from his ears.

She turned her head to look and saw an unkempt woman curled up in the corner, like the man on the ground, unclothed, bruised all over her body, holding her hands around herself, crouching pitifully on the ground, her mouth emitting a twisted, miserable cry for help.

Curly looked at her, picked up the dusty blanket on the floor, and walked over to her.

"Don't come here! Don't come here! The woman waved her hand at her in fright, her eyes full of fear, "No! Don't kill me! ”

Juan Juan draped the blanket over her, and just opened his mouth, wanting to say to her, "Don't be afraid, my brother is a great good citizen." ”

But the words that came out of his mouth were: "Shut up! Do you want to bring other people over? ”

The woman covered her mouth in fright, and Curly covered her mouth in fright.

After a long while, she slowly let go of her hand, showed a comforting smile to the woman, and said to her: "It was a slip of the tongue just now, now let my brother prove my brother's innocence again...... Please use this blanket to gag your mouth, thank you...... Depend on! ”

Once is a slip of the tongue, what is two?

"Who is it?" Curling in place, like a fried cat, "Who is pretending to be a ghost, come out!" ”

The woman opposite was so frightened that she hurriedly stuffed the blanket into her mouth, then chewed the blanket and made a small mournful sound, looking at the scroll with neurotic eyes.

Juan didn't have time to pay attention to her at this time, she felt that her problems were more severe.

After shouting for a few minutes, no one responded to her, and Juan began to be angry in her heart, and she sneered and said, "If you don't come out again, I'll call it...... Help me! Help me! Save ......"

The last sentence of help was not finished.

There was a strange force that pulled on her mouth, like a zipper, and closed her mouth.

The sweat on the door of the head came down.

For the next minute, she stood still, not moving, except for the sound of her breathing getting more and more rapid.

A minute later, it was the other party who broke the silence.

"Calm down." The other party said through the curly mouth, "This is good for you, and it is good for me." ”

"Who are you?" Curly's eyes began to move up and down from side to side, "Where are you?" ”

"That's a question I should ask you." The other person said through her mouth again, "Who are you?" Why is it in my body? ”

Juan Juan immediately became alert, she ignored the other party's question, and said with a tough attitude: "No! You talk about your business first! ”

The other party fell silent, as if thinking about something, and after a while, he said slowly: "I am the master of this body, Lin Fu." ”

He briefly introduced himself to Juan Juan, a fifteen-year-old son of heaven and a musical prodigy, who was now being kidnapped because of his mother, and the kidnappers had already built an incinerator, and if no miracle happened, he would die......

Hearing this, Juan Juan muttered in his heart: "It turns out that it's really you......"

She'd seen him.

I didn't see him on the news, I didn't see him at the piano, but in the photos collected by my roommates.

Her roommate is a fan of Lin Fu, and she collected a lot of posters and photos of him, and then posted them all over the bedroom.

But recently, the roommate suddenly empathized and fell in love with another popular student, in order to make room for this popular student, so she tore off Lin Fu's posters and photos, accumulated a small box, and was about to throw it away, but was stopped by the roll and prepared to be reused.

In the evening, she took out a photo from the box.

The young man in the photograph is about fifteen years old, dressed in a thousand rays of light, sitting sideways by the black and white piano keys, and the light extends from behind him, almost like the wings of an angel, so beautiful that it is pure and immaculate, and it is moving.

After that, she pressed the picture under her pillow......

"Be fair, it's your turn." Lin Fu asked, "What's your name?" And what is the situation now, you can tell me carefully. ”

Now it's the turn of the roll to be embarrassed, I knew that Lin Fu was kidnapped, and I knew that after dressing as him, she would encounter such a strange situation, she would rather break her hand than press his photo under her pillow! With a long sigh in his heart, he replied lightly: "You can call me the red scarf." ”

"......" Lin Fu, "I think you're lying to me." ”

As soon as Juan Juan wanted to reply to him that you had thought too much, he heard a squeaky sound.

She turned her head to look, and her soul flew out of the sky.

The door was opened, and a ray of white light shone through the crack in the open door, and a man could be vaguely seen behind the door.

"It's a kidnapper!" Lin Fu let out a low scream, his voice trembled slightly, and he stepped forward with his right foot and ran towards the window.

Curly came back to his senses and ran with his left foot towards the leg of the chair resting on the ground.

As a result, the moment the other party opened the door, he saw the young man on the opposite side with an extremely murderous horse, and vaguely, he seemed to hear the sound of bones cracking.

Man: "......"

Scroll: "......"

Lin Fu: "......"

Curly maintained the posture of a horse, her body tilted to the left, and slowly fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of flying ash, she lay motionless in the dust, looking dead, only the occasional twitch of her legs, proving that she still had a breath of air.

Two lines of tears slipped from his eyes, and Curly raised his hand to wipe his tears as he struggled to crawl to the foot of the chair.

"Don't cry." Curly held the foot of the chair, tears in his eyes, "Men don't flick when they have tears." ”

"But it hurts." Lin Fu's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

The man ...... stood at the door and didn't dare to come in for a long time.

Curly and her legs were still shaking, and she scolded Lin Fu in her heart, while looking at the man standing opposite vigilantly.

It was a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old, wearing a white shirt and a string of crosses around his neck, looking clean, even a little old-fashioned, he looked through his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, looked at the situation in the room, his eyes fell on the corpses on the ground, he was stunned, then he clenched the cross on his chest, made a cross on his body, and muttered, "O God! ”

A man who looks like a teacher, like a priest, but not like a kidnapper.

He walked in, not towards the roll, but towards the corpse on the ground.

He knelt beside the corpse, reached out and closed the corpse's eyes, then raised the silver-white cross in his hand, pressed it to his lips, and whispered something with a compassionate expression, as if praying for the dead.

This picture reveals a sense of divinity and a sense of weirdness.

The other party's voice is very good, gentle and peaceful, and has a calming power, like the sound of wooden fish in the temple, like the singing of hymns in the church, like the murmuring of flowing water, like the flow of time.

After a while, the woman who was curled up in the corner suddenly crawled towards him, she was still biting the blanket in her mouth, the young man turned his head and saw it, and reached out and pulled the blanket out of her mouth, she choked up, and suddenly hugged his legs, and began to cry.

Juan looked at the two of them inexplicably.

"What the hell is going on?" She lowered her voice and asked, "Why do I think we're the bad guys?" ”

"......" Lin Fu was speechless.

The young man raised his hand and patted it gently on the woman's back, as if comforting a wounded little animal.

After that, he looked up at them.

Even in the blood-filled, dimly lit room, his eyes sparkled like light coming through the dome of a church.

"Hello." He took the cross and said gently to them, "I have come to save you." ”

Curly curled up and walked over, the leg of the chair in his hand was aimed at his forehead, and the long nails were stained with blood, exuding a fishy smell unique to blood.

The woman screamed in fright, but the young man looked at her motionlessly, his face unwavering, as if the hand was not a blood-dripping murder weapon, but the magic wand of the little demon fairy Balabala.

Juan looked at him coldly, she wouldn't believe his words, wearing a cross on her body is a savior, so wouldn't she be able to call herself the bear king with a crown on her head? She asked Lin Fu directly, "Who is this person?" Is it a kidnapper? ”

"Lin Fu." The young man looked at the scroll, and seemed to look at the person in her body through the scroll, a compassionate smile appeared on his good-looking face, and said gently, "You should know that I am different from others, and I am here to help you." ”