In that room of the villa, the old man said to the man hiding in the crack.

"Brother, it's rare to have a medical fuss and you don't participate, did you take the wrong medicine?"

The man shook his head, as if looking down on Hongchen.

When the old man saw it, he smacked his lips, thinking that someone had died in the man's family.

The man looked at the old man, then at the doctor, and finally at the woman on the bed, and after thinking about it, his gaze returned to the old man again.

Say.

"Lao Ye, ...... you, have you ever killed your son?"

……

I didn't have a seat belt on the time machine, I had a car accident, and where did the person go, whether it was the future, the past, or the unknown teleportation point X.

And what about the person who got into a car accident? The literary girl who handed over the tissue was obviously sent home from the underworld, and it would be a time machine to sit for Mao......

I don't understand.

But it doesn't matter, let's continue back to the room in a certain villa, on a certain bed, the literary girl who is lying.

At this time, this day, this earth, this moment.

The literary girl's face was flushed, as if she was in debt, and she was sprinkled with Hong Kong-style red oil.

At the girl's bedside, the old man continued to hold the gun to the doctor's throat, and his mouth was full of crooked chatter.

After hearing a few words, the girl woke up like a big dream, and strengthened her curious ears.

I didn't know that the girl had just woken up, and she couldn't hear clearly, but she heard the man's surprised voice coming from the gap next door.

"Hey, wife!?"

The girl was startled, thinking that she had been caught raping, but she looked around and found that it was her own house.

But how come there are two more strange men in this house, plus a doctor who is already scared to pee?

Again, the girl couldn't figure it out.

When I got here, I don't think this girl needs to be introduced every day, anyway, yes, it's her, the literary girl.

Situ Shiwen.

At the same time, she is also a girl who is suspected of suffering from depression.

Shiwen looked at the room, remembered the car accident, and thought of the time machine, and then thought, and thought of a question that was enough to subvert the legend.

What's the problem?

She asked.

"Didn't you say that there is a day in the fairy world and a year in the mortal world, what time is it today?"

The poem was flipped through, and when I looked at it, I was really disappointed.

"Isn't it only been a day, I'm ......"

As we all know, problems beget problems, and they are also social norms.

So I don't know who actually intervened and asked a strange question.

Just ask.

"Is the underworld considered the fairy world, the people living in it are all wandering ghosts, otherwise they are thousand-year-old ghosts, ghosts come and go, and there are only a few households with immortal records, like what Hades, judges, cows, horses, old women, plus a missing one."

Then who still wants to speak, but who can't help it, can only gag its mouth. Then someone set out to address the answers to these two questions.

Someone thought about it, someone looked at it, looked at it and watched it.

As a result, someone said.

"I'm afraid, there will never be an answer."

Someone suddenly asked himself.

"Why?"

Some people even dare to follow up with their own questions and answer behind their backs.

"Because, the author has a low culture, and he can't answer ......"

Water for a long time.

At this time, Shiwen had already washed his face, and his face was clean and fair, bleaching and beautiful, revealing the most natural beauty.

Even if you don't paint willow eyebrows, don't apply light powder, and don't blush, the lips are still pink and moist.

Shiwen looked in the mirror, put on the usual pair of glasses, shook his hair, and left the two men, who I don't know who was with whom, and left.

Where to?

Bring the narrator, drag the camera, where do you say, and ask? Okay, I said, what she's going to is in front of someone's funeral hall......