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They drove the car back to Tan Yiming's apartment, and when they pushed open the door of Tan Yiming's apartment, Mo Ye looked at the on-site sampling personnel sent by Song Zhi, and said speechlessly: "This is what Song Rin said 'Lian Wensheng is gone'?" It's not just gone, is it? โ€

There were three bodies floating in the pool in front of you, and when the sampling staff finished their work, the police recovered the bodies.

The expressions on each corpse's face were full of longing and yearning, as if they had reached heaven.

Ink Night walked over to one of the corpses with her pocket, it was a woman who recognized Ink Night along with her friends, and was one of the people who wanted Ink Night to stay at the party.

I had spoken less than two hours before, but I didn't expect to die so soon.

Her eyes were wide open, her lips were slightly open, and one hand was already stiff, as if she was going to grasp something before she died.

"Lian Wensheng shouldn't have poisoned them, right?" Mo Ye's eyes glanced at Zhou Yu, knowing that Zhou Yu was the one who drank the beer handed by Lian Wensheng.

"Except for the neurotoxins made from S-class biological spinal fluid, โ–กโ–ก in the human world should not kill me." Zhou Yu replied.

"I'm afraid, that's not the toxin of the human world."

"Everything has to wait for the autopsy report."

The police station issued a wanted warrant for Lian Wensheng, but Zhou Yu knew very well that Lian Wensheng's desire to avoid pursuit was actually an easy matter.

Zhou Yu and Mo Ye walked around the scene and observed.

The shell of Lian Wensheng's Overlord Silver Spider was still in place.

Song Zhi's people are trying to figure out how to transport it away.

Zhou Yu turned his face sideways and stared at it: "Mo Ye, do you think it is any different from when we saw it before?" โ€

"Different?" Mo Ye touched his chin, "When I saw it before, it looked like it was about to jump up and bite our heads off at any moment. Now it looks, like a dead corpse. โ€

"It's the eyes. Its eyes are gone. Zhou Yu stepped forward quickly, put on gloves, and reached into the eye socket of the Overlord Silver Spider, "This place is empty!" Before I was sure it had its eyes inside! โ€

Mo Ye walked over: "If I'm not mistaken, there should be a camera here." Lian Wensheng probably expected all this to happen, and deliberately hid the camera in the eye socket of the overlord silver spider to film all this. โ€

"If that's the case, the video feed will definitely be sent to a terminal. The wireless range of this camera is limited......"

"Maybe it was the tablet that passed on to Lian Wensheng. If this is the case, Lian Wensheng will definitely take the tablet with him at the same time as he takes the camera. โ€

"So...... We still don't know what's going on. Zhou Yu sighed, and when his eyes swept over the wine bottles and wine glasses by the pool, he seemed to have found something, and walked over quickly.

He crouched down in front of a wine bottle, picked it up, and angled it to the light.

"What's wrong?" Mo Ye also crouched down beside him.

"Do you think the liquid left in this bottle seems to glow blue?" Zhou Yu asked rhetorically.

Mo Ye nodded: "Yes." It's glowing blue, and it's a very light and subtle blue light. If it is an ordinary human being, it should not be visible to the naked eye. โ€

"Real beer doesn't refract colors like that." Zhou Yu picked it up and handed it to the sampling staff sent by Song Zhi, and asked, "Have you asked the people at the party?" How were they invited here? And what do these people have in common? โ€

They said they all received an e-invitation from Lian Wensheng. Those who agreed to go to the appointment had 10,000 yuan more in their accounts. If there is one thing in common, the only thing I can think of is that they are both young, between the ages of twenty and twenty-eight. Not more than thirty years old. โ€

This answer made Zhou Yu frown.

Mo Ye came to his side with his pocket and said, "Does this sound like an experiment on a specific subject?" This is one of them, and maybe there's another reference group somewhere. โ€

"Well, yes...... I think Lian Wensheng's goal is not just to make biological weapons. โ€

By the time the pool party scene was processed, it was already half past three in the morning.

"Can we go home now?" Mo Ye asked Zhou Yu, who was still frowning and thinking.

"Let's go, let's go back."

Mo Ye raised his arm to wrap his arm around Zhou Yu's shoulder, and when everyone didn't care about them, Mo Ye quickly kissed the corner of Zhou Yu's eyebrows: "Hey, this is the end of thinking about Lian Wensheng, wait until Han Li or Li Qian gives you other clues, otherwise everything is an unfounded assumption." โ€

"I see, didn't you say you wanted a late-night snack? Let's go. Zhou Yu raised his hand.

"Late snack? What time is this? Mo Ye looked at Zhou Yu with an expression of "don't be kidding".

"Well, it's a little less crowded at this time."

Zhou Yu opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot's seat: "Go to Wutong Lane." โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ What is that place? Mo Ye resigned himself to the co-pilot's seat.

"You navigate." Zhou Yu hugged his arms and closed his eyes, looking like he was ready to sleep.

Looking at his eyelashes illuminated by the street lamp, Mo Ye felt a little itchy.

Of course, Zhou Yu could feel Mo Ye's emotions at the moment, and directly closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, clasped Mo Ye's shoulders and pressed him towards him, and then kissed the corner of his lips.

Mo Ye was a little surprised at that moment, and then showed a childish smile of joy.

"Alright, drive to Sycamore Lane, I really want to get something to eat."

Mo Ye started the car, and the lip line bent upwards all the way.

When he came to the mouth of Wutong Alley according to the navigation, he suddenly smelled a strong aroma of food.

It was already past four o'clock in the morning, and there were still some people sitting and chatting at the food stalls.

The alley is deep and long, with plenty of food stalls, and a variety of rich aromas intertwined to make people hungry.

Zhou Yu opened his eyes and said, "Let's go." โ€

Mo Ye blinked, he hadn't eaten at the roadside stall. When Zhou Yu was not there before, Mo Ye also ate with the staff after the filming, but this is the first time that such a supper has been made.

Because there are almost no customers, many stalls are being cleaned up one after another.

"The food stalls here are open from 10 p.m. to about 5 a.m., and when the day comes, they are all removed."

Zhou Yu sat down in front of a noodle stall, broke the disposable chopsticks, and before Mo Ye could speak, he had already ordered two bowls of mixed noodles.

"Are you sure I'm going to enjoy this bibimbap?" Mo Ye asked with a smile, he propped his head and looked lazily at Zhou Yu in front of him.

"I don't know if you're going to like it, but I do." Zhou Yu scraped off the wooden thorns on the chopsticks and handed them to Mo Ye.

The noodles came quickly, and they should be the last business of the noodle stall.

After Zhou Yu mixed the noodles and marinade well, he watched Mo Ye flip around with chopsticks, and the last noodles were still white and red, and he directly pushed his noodles over.

"You eat this."

Zhou Yu knew that this guy either didn't know how to mix noodles, or he wanted to mix it for him himself, but he didn't know why, Zhou Yu didn't want to demolish him at all.

"You said that Tan Yiming's purpose in researching these spiders was to cure his wife's Alzheimer's syndrome...... Why did he do it? โ€

"Because his wife can't communicate with herself properly, can't remember what they're going through now, can't take care of herself...... Or maybe in the eyes of the world, Alzheimer's is like a cripple. โ€

"She may not be able to communicate with Professor Tan normally, but other ugly things in the world can't affect her. If she couldn't remember everything they had experienced, Tan Yiming would accompany her to reminisce about the past. What his wife can remember now must be beautiful and precious. Even if Alzheimer is a cripple in the eyes of outsiders, it does not affect Tan Yiming's wife to eat a bowl of noodles with him. Just like me and you are now. โ€

Zhou Yu lowered his eyes and smiled.

The night was like water, and even filled with a faint mist, and Zhou Yu's always restrained facial features became softer.

"That's what I don't like about you the most, you think differently than a lot of people, and it seems so 'abnormal'."

"But that's what you like most about me, because you know I'm going to love you no matter what you become. Love you for what you are, and love for you as you are. Mo Ye replied.

After eating the noodles, Zhou Yu and Mo Ye drove back to the apartment, and after a simple shower, Zhou Yu went back to bed and pulled the quilt and fell asleep.

Mo Ye wiped his head as he came to Zhou Yu's side and sat down, reaching out and touching his forehead.

"My hair didn't dry, why did I sleep?"

Despite saying so, Mo Ye also lay down with wet hair and hugged Zhou Yu, and slept with him until dawn.

At half past ten in the morning, Zhou Yu's mobile phone vibrated at the head of the bed.

Almost at that moment, Zhou Yu woke up, and when he stretched out his arm to take the phone, he found that Mo Ye had almost completely encircled himself, and his chin was against Zhou Yu's forehead, even if he fell asleep, he did not forget to show his possessiveness. His closed eyes looked innocent and languid, and his eyelashes, slightly upturned, looked like wings about to flapp.

Zhou Yu took the mobile phone and found that it was Han Li's phone. (.)