She looked back at Shen Kuo and led Allah closer to him, until the distance between the two people facing each other was only ten centimeters. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She grabbed Shen Kuo's tie and approached him, she said to him word by word, it's fun?

Shen Kuo was still looking at her indifferently, and Zhu Xiaonuo couldn't see his shadow clearly in his eyes.

It's not fun, Shen Kuo still replied patiently, so when will you be serious.

Hmph, seriously, what are you doing, being played to death by you? Zhu Xiaonuo tightened his tie, and Shen Kuo was discouraged by this sudden blow.

The bodyguard next to him came up and pulled Zhu Xiaonuo away, and Allah bit it.

At this moment, a sudden gunshot rang out, followed by Allah's screams of pain, and Zhu Xiaonuo's attention was immediately attracted to it.

Allah was still biting the black-clothed man's pants tightly at this time, and Allah's abdomen was constantly stained red with red blood.

This color also stained Zhu Xiaonuo's eyes red.

She slapped the man in black who was pulling her in the face, and her free hand hit the bridge of the other person's nose hard.

Zhu Xiaonuo hugged Allah and walked back into the hospital.

Shen Kuo threw the gun in his hand into the hand of the bodyguard next to him, and strode in.

The doctor who had just lavaged Ala's stomach saw Zhu Xiaonuo walking in with Ala, who was covered in blood, and was shocked to take Allah over again.

Zhu Xiaonuo looked at the blood on her hands, and a wave of nausea welled up in her stomach, she turned around and went to find the bathroom.

Red blood mixed with water swirled on the white sink, and Zhu Xiaonuo retched, only spitting out a puddle of stomach acid.

She leaned weakly on the sink, and the person who suddenly appeared next to her was carefully rolling the white shirt on her right arm to her little arm, revealing her white and somewhat sick skin, and then began to pull the other side.

Then Shen Kuo began to wash his hands.

Who fired the shot? Zhu Xiaonuo stared at Shen Kuo in the mirror.

I. The demon in the mirror smiled comfortingly.

Cruelty is the first attribute of the devil.

Shen Kuo is now completely a demon who crawled out of hell.

God created the world, and it is the devil who makes the world work.

Only by constantly destroying can we have the vitality to fight against it.

Zhu Xiaonuo suddenly looked at him with a smile, the smile in his eyes revealed the coldness, Shen Kuo, you will definitely die a miserable death, I am looking forward to it.

Shen Kuo shook the water in his hand twice, and then walked to the dryer next to him to dry his hands, he smiled and said, I feel the same way.

Zhu Xiaonuo watched him turn around and leave steadily, and before he disappeared, he threw down a sentence, come back before eleven o'clock.

She clenched her fists tightly.

Isn't the world a theater yet? The platform warehouse is the lowest kiln under the stage of the Paris Opera, which is used to conceal the machine scenery, scenery workers, foot lamps, ghosts from hell, blue devils, etc. - Balzac

Angels come from heaven, and demons crawl out of purgatory.

Kill the devil instead of beating it back to hell.

And what Zhu Xiaonuo has to do is to find his boundless purgatory for Shen Kuo.

So, the first step is to get closer.

Zhu Xiaonuo looked at the girl in the mirror and smiled slightly.

The doctor said that the bullet did not hurt the vital point, so Allah was not a big problem, but he was relatively weak, and it was recommended to be placed in a pet hospital to recuperate.

Zhu Xiaonuo left a card and phone number, and returned to Shen Kuo's villa before eleven o'clock.

The hall was empty, but the whole villa was as bright as day.

She came back with some water and went straight into her bedroom.

But I didn't want to see Shen Kuo sitting on the sofa at a glance, leisurely flipping through a magazine.

Zhu Xiaonuo walked over and placed the water in the Xiaoice box in the room.

Shen Kuo looked at the busy Zhu Xiaonuo, why, he didn't even dare to drink water.

She ordered the eviction, I needed to rest, please lock the door when I left, and went straight into the bathroom with that.

Zhu Xiaonuo unbuttoned his shirt, and the cyan bruises on his neck were immediately revealed.

Before she could react, Shen Kuo behind her immediately walked up and grabbed Zhu Xiaonuo's chin.

Who did this to you. He was a little angry.

Zhu Xiaonuo looked at her contemptuously, your home, how do I know who it is, isn't it you?

Shen Kuo's pupils suddenly dilated, and he let go of Zhu Xiaonuo, just giving her a weird look and turning to leave.

Neuropathy!

After brushing her teeth, Zhu Xiaonuo locked the door behind her, just in case, she still put the sofa against the door.

At this time, Shen Kuo was adjusting last night's monitoring in the study.

The person in the picture made Shen Kuo frown.

The person who sneaked into Zhu Xiaonuo's room last night was him.

To be precise, it is another him, the second personality that has arisen since Wang Zirui left.

It's not that he hasn't seen a psychiatrist, but the split personality is not something that can be overcome by simple medical means.

There is no cure, there is no reasonable explanation, and the other one is constantly encroaching on the body, constantly producing some sinful thoughts.

Shen Kuo realized that something was wrong when he realized that his memory was often fragmented.

Because Jiang Han, who was with him, once told him that he had spilled a cup of piping hot coffee on a waiter in a café.

But he was not impressed at all.

When Jiang Han helped him recall, he mentioned that the girl seemed to be a little similar to Zhu Xiaonuo.

After speaking, he also looked at Shen Kuo's face.

After that, he never appeared again, and Shen Kuo didn't go to the doctor, just in case, he still followed the doctor's advice and used a voice recorder to record some bits and pieces of trivial things anytime and anywhere.

Then, he discovers those lost memories.

Even Jiang Han said, sir, your temper has been very unstable recently, and besides, I feel cold when you look cruel.

After Shen Kuo asked him, do you feel any different from me recently.

Han Jiang gave him this phrase.

Shen Kuo raised his forehead.

He forced Zhu Xiaonuo to come to Italy just to toss and see her unhappy.

But he definitely didn't think about letting Zhu Xiaonuo die.

Such an idea is absurd.

Zhu Xiaonuo is already a murderer, so he won't be the same as her.

However, this mentality is exploited by the second personality.

Shen Kuo could see the ferocious bruise on her neck and think of how ruthless he was at that time.

It was a devil who couldn't do anything about it.

He touched the small bottle on his neck and sighed lightly, Zirui, do you particularly hate me like this.

A person's sin is often forced out.

This night, Zhu Xiaonuo slept peacefully.

Early in the morning, Zhu Xiaonuo heard the familiar sound of pulling the door, she hurriedly moved the sofa, and then opened the door, and Allah, who was wrapped in gauze around her waist, rubbed up.

In the hall, yesterday's doctor smiled embarrassedly, Hi, good morning.