Of course, it's always better to be begged for...... I can't just say yes to him so easily. So I made a condition, and he looked relieved, after all...... Who are the saints? Wen Rensheng agreed to me, it was not a difficult thing to do, for him it was just a sentence, and it was a big advantage to be able to change a helper...... For me, I took advantage, but for him, he took advantage, but who took advantage of it? No one can say clearly, cracking this case and arresting the murderous Red Butcher has been his heart knot for many years, and it is also his long-cherished wish; But for me, curiosity is secondary, and the most important thing is to get the jade pendant, which of course can't be put on the table...... But the jade pendant is needed for Sissi and Ye Anxu, so ...... What I desperately want to know now is the whereabouts of my 'comrades-in-arms' who have lived and died together and shared weal and do.

It was only when I found them that I was able to figure out what had happened in the ten or so days since I lost my memory...... Only when I find them, I don't feel that I am just fighting alone, Sissi and Ye Anxu are my beliefs to fight like this, and the existence of a few of them is my spiritual pillar...... I finally understand why human beings are social animals, this kind of mutual dependence on each other, mutual encouragement and mutual support, so that people will not collapse in desperate predicaments, and people will have enough courage to survive.

Winter is always dark early, but it's not too late...... The necessary communication tools need to be purchased again, and Ling Yi is careless, basically he can't think of these. Straight to the fork in the road, I told him to drive to the shopping street, and he thought about it for a while before he understood what I wanted to do. I bought a mobile phone worth only six or seven hundred, which is not good, but it is also a good feature phone in a copycat.

It's not that I'm picky, it's true...... No matter how many mobile phones, I can't stand such a toss, I don't know how many units I have been involved in a year, and the longest one in my hands will not survive for three months. I touched my phone and really hoped it would last a little longer. How can you break a record? At least half a year is not bad......

gave Ling Yi his mobile phone number. I called Wen Rensheng again, brushed my sense of existence, and asked Ling Yi to send me home, and I ate a lunch box downstairs. When you go upstairs, you look around at the familiar surroundings. Suddenly, there was a feeling of a sudden dream. It seemed like I hadn't been back for a long time, but in fact, it had only been half a month, and the furniture had already been covered with a faint layer of dust. Ling Yi sent me downstairs and went back. The look on his face was uncomfortable, but I couldn't force him to say anything......

Looking at the dusty room, I resigned myself to the small kitchen to get a basin of water, took out a rag and began to wipe it carefully, first clean the desktop furniture, etc., and finally sweep and mop the floor, I plan to do so, to make the home clean and refreshing I can sleep, although I may not look very tidy outside, but the place where I live can always bear a trace of dirty, this is probably also a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, although there is a disease to be cured, but this disease I feel that there is nothing bad, horizontal and vertical clean is always much better than sloppy, I can't imagine myself living in a garbage heap.

I was so tired that I couldn't straighten my waist, I rubbed my waist for a long time, it was already past nine o'clock, it took me three hours just to clean, looking at the basin of black sewage on the ground, I sighed, ready to pour it into the toilet, and I could easily finish the last bit of work, the water in the basin was not finished, and there was a strange shrill laugh from the living room, Nima scared me into a spirit, and the unfinished water was knocked over in the toilet, and he poured himself a kick.

Is there something unclean that came back with me? Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle...... The laughter in the living room was eerie and went on and on...... On this big night, if there are children at home, don't you have to be scared to death? I was scared and scolded, and I moved into the living room step by step with my little heart that was beating violently, and with each step my heart was a thump, almost jumping out of my throat.

The laughter grew more and more eerie, more and more urgent, as if a dying duck was quacking, desperately struggling to escape the butcher's clutches, but in the end there was nothing to be done. My goosebumps never went down, and the closer I got to the laughter, the more frightened I became, for if I had passed the wind and waves, and was I afraid to be planted in this little mud ditch? If I can't face this little dilemma, then how can I say that I can save Sissi?

I picked up the mop in my hand, gritted my teeth fiercely, and rushed directly into the living room, glaring around, trying to create a vicious expression......

The weird thing is that there is nothing in the living room, and the crumpled rag on the table is still dripping muddy water, bit by bit like dripping on my heart, that light drop, my heart, liver and lungs are trembling, and nothing is not terrible? What does it mean to hear only the people but not the people? It only means that the 'thing' that makes a laugh is not an ordinary thing.

I searched around the house with the courage to look around like an X-ray, and I was sure that if there was anything, I would feel it even if I couldn't see it, but ...... Strangely enough, I didn't feel anything unusual, except for the dead duck, which was still dying and screaming...... The voice seemed to come from .................. After I took it off, I threw it directly on the cotton coat on the sofa where the skin was half blown up, and looked closely at it was still trembling slightly, like ............ My heart shrank, my whole body stiffened, and I couldn't believe my intellect anymore.

Really...... Out of the pocket of the cotton coat took out a self-sneering mobile phone, it smirked violently, like a living monster, of course...... This must be my neurotic to think like this, Nima I couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, which neuropathy set the default ringtone for the phone is actually this thing? It is unlikely that this cliff was set up by the manufacturer, otherwise this manufacturer should have been scolded to death by throwing rotten eggs, I guess which naughty salesman did it......

Thinking about how I looked like I was facing the enemy before, I really didn't know whether to laugh or cry...... But now it's not important to cry or laugh, it's ...... Answer the phone! (To be continued.) )