Sun Jialin came home from work, and Song Xuetao hadn't gotten up yet. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This 60-square-meter two-bedroom house was a house that Sun Jialin and Mai Dong used to pay for with a down payment when they got married. I don't know what Sun Jialin had in mind, but he told Mai Dong that the house was allocated by the unit - fortunately, Mai Dong did not investigate this deeply.

Although the house is small, it is simple and warm, and you can see the care of the hostess. On the big balcony, Mai Dong is decorated into a tea room, the rattan tables and chairs reveal simple elegance, and the well-tended creepers, in winter, the leaves fall, but reveal a deep heritage.

In the past, Sun Jialin loved to sit here during the holidays, with a wide field of vision, reading books, making a cup of tea, and looking up, he could see Mai Dong busy in the kitchen. The meal was almost ready, Mai Dong wiped his hands, probed slightly from the kitchen, and gently called him to eat...... How beautiful such a day is, it's a pity that the good days are always too limited.

In the 10-square-meter guest room, the windows are bright and clean - if you ignore the messy clothes and socks on the floor, the pothos with more yellow leaves is secretly vomiting in a corner of the room, and Song Xuetao sleeps sweetly on the orange double bed.

Sun Jialin frowned, this Song Xuetao is getting more and more able to sleep, in the early morning five days ago, on the way home, he saw Song Xuetao curled up at the door of his house, and he felt incredible. Does that mean it's possible that Mai Dong is still alive?

Thinking back to the day when Qi went to him to tell him about Mai Dong, he himself felt very afraid, when could he be so cold and ruthless to the people closest to him, the people he loved, and his wife? But he couldn't help it, and in those few days, his brain seemed to be disobedient, squeezing the memory of the original "Sun Jialin" to the corner, and he had no power to fight back, and he ran away from his mouth and limbs.

Gradually, because of Song Xuetao, he recalled a lot of the past, and Mai Dong's past, as well as his parents, his hometown, and his work......

Sun Jialin boiled two bowls of quick-frozen dumplings from the pot, and then went to ask Song Xuetao to get up to eat.

Song Xuetao had two dark circles under his eyes, holding his bowl of dumplings softly, and he was weak to eat.

"I said, Sun Jialin, can't you stop giving me this pig food?"

"You can choose not to eat it." Sun Jialin did not look up.

Song Xuetao held a dumpling and tried to open his eyes wide, but he still had a sad face, "If Mai Mai is here, he will definitely not let me eat this kind of thing." ”

Sun Jialin glanced at her coldly, and continued to bury his head in dealing with the remaining guy in the bowl who had been disemboweled, and finally drank all the soup. It was precisely because of Song Xuetao's loss and return that he repeatedly checked the file of Mai Dong's "traffic accident case" that day, and there was no doubt about it, but it was precisely because of this that he felt that something was even more wrong - because all the clues were covered up too perfectly.

But just when he wanted to dig deeper, he encountered resistance, and there was no way to continue collecting any information. The driver's DNA sample and incomplete bones were burned to the point that only the remains of the model were discernible and only three inconsequential photographs were taken at the scene of the crime - all this is too bizarre. At about the same time, the investigation of new drugs was in full swing, and he knew that more evidence would only become less and less over time......

But at this time, Sun Jialin had a strange intuition: all this is just a farce. Just as he could quickly and calmly face Song Xuetao's "resurrection from the dead", he was also faintly hoping that Mai Dong would suddenly appear in front of him, as if she had gone on a trip to a distant place, and reappearing again was just a return, and he would never be surprised by such a scene.

For Song Xuetao, he also tried to ask her about her experience during this time, she only said that she fainted at the moment of the car accident and didn't remember anything, but she was rescued later, and then she came back by herself when she recovered.

Sun Jialin thought that there was nothing suspicious about the story told by Song Xuetao, and she also showed corresponding grief and sadness for the news that Mai Dong was still "missing but not ruling out the possibility of great death", but as a policeman, he just felt that her slightly evasive eyes were problematic and suspicious. But again, as a police officer, he needs to look at the evidence and speak.

"When are you going to close the case?"

Sun Jialin was silent for a long time, but now he suddenly asked, which made Song Xuetao feel a little frightened, and said in a slightly nervous voice: "When they disappear, I will go," as she spoke, she compared the two dark circles under her eyes, and laughed: "Can I go out to meet people like this?" What should I do if I am frightened of flowers and plants? What should I do if I am shocked by the children who are the future pillars of the motherland? ”

Song Xuetao wanted to say more, but he didn't want to be interrupted by Sun Jialin, "Then you have to at least tell your family, right?" ”

"No, no, they don't care about me, they are busy working or arguing every day, how can you remember that there is still my daughter." Song Xuetao finally finished eating the last dumpling, slapped the chopsticks with some strength dissatisfied, and asked sideways, "What do you mean?" Miss Ben is welcome to come to the Humble House, are you welcome? Are you driving me away? ”

Sun Jialin opened his mouth and didn't say anything more, and if he continued, he really fulfilled the charge of driving her away, although he really wanted to "send" her away.

*

Mai Dong hugged his knees and sat on the woolen carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes glazed and he did not speak. The room, which was too spacious and had no furnishings, seemed extremely empty.

Monya sat on the sofa, her legs resting on the coffee table in beige linen trousers, and observed Mai Dong in the same silence. Such a wheat don, like a puppet, makes him afraid, makes him irritable, and makes him very disgusted.

As if she couldn't take it anymore, Monya walked over and carried Mai Dong to the sofa, pinching her jaw and staring at her with sharp eyes. But she is still just a piece of wood that can breathe, there is no communication, and her eyes have not flowed a little bit, if she is pretending, then this woman's acting skills are really to the point of perfection.

Monya began to kiss her tentatively, then punishingly bit her lip, the tip of her tongue, and finally, Monya was the only one who lost control.

His hand reached into Mai Dong's clothes, covering the delicate softness of her chest, teasing her and guiding her. He gnawed at her neck, her sexy collarbone, licked her ears like a cat, her fingers, and kissed her increasingly bare skin......

All his actions did not cause a response from Mai Dong, and in the end, only he was the one who was 'dialed to make his desire' red-eyed, his throat burned, and he lost his coolness. He propped himself up on top of Mai Dong, his red eyes panting heavily, and the muscles in his arms were tense as if they were about to explode.

In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to 'hope to overcome reason, he yelled, pulled off Mai Dong's pants, closed his eyes and didn't look at Mai Dong's face, and sank into ......

The platinum ring that fell from Monya's neck shook back and forth above Mai Dong's face as he moved, becoming more and more violent...... Mai Dong's eyes gradually turned slowly with the shaking ring.

It's like a key, opening the Pandora's box of memory, full of memory candy that is about to overflow, who knows what it tastes like? Isn't it toxic?