Fang Xinzi was woken up by the sound of the cabinet door opening and closing, and rubbed his eyes several times in a daze before he took a look.

The small table lamp on Mo Bei's desk was pressed against the tabletop, revealing a little light from the gap, and she saw Mo Bei's hands around his back pulling the drawstring that bound his chest, the technique was rough, and the last pull was probably too strong, and his waist was unnaturally lowered.

Seeing Fang Xinzi, he couldn't help but feel that his ribs hurt.

“…… Brother Bei is a real man, and he is so ruthless to himself. Fang Xinzi grunted and fell back into the pillow.

Mo Bei heard it, glanced over here, grabbed his mobile phone and walked out of the dormitory, and ran out of the dormitory door in the last few minutes.

The dormitory manager had just checked the water room and was about to close the door, when she saw a figure stepping down the steps with her back, and she hurriedly chased after her: "Hey-little classmate, where are you going?" It's a demerit to go out for no reason and don't come home at night......"

The situation on the road was worse than Mo Bei imagined, it rained for more than two hours, and there was a stream of water on the side of the road, and the mud left by Zhao Yuanyuan was only yellow water lines.

Fortunately, I can still tell the general direction.

Mo Bei slid the screen of his mobile phone to turn on the flashlight, but the light was not on, but a personal voice came out first.

"Where are you now......"

Mo Bei looked down and saw that there were several missed calls, her mobile phone was always silent at night, and Tang Song had also been calling patiently, and she was connected by mistake.

"What for?"

"......" was quite rushed, Tang Song was happy, "Wait for me in place, I'll come and pick you up." ”

Mo Bei was stunned for a moment: "If it rains again in a while, it will be cold......

Tang Song seemed to be holding the key, clanging, and he was not in a hurry when he heard the words: "Look up at the sky, the stars are all out, there is no rain for the time being, wait for me there." ”

Mo Bei looked up at the gap between the branches and leaves, and only saw that it was dark.

Row horn.

You can say yes, there is.

She said her position, moved to stand under the street lamp, and after September the evening breeze was cool, especially after the rain, and the slightest breeze blew tightly.

When I came out, I only knew that I was in a hurry, and I forgot to change my trousers, and my exposed legs were blown back and forth by the wind a few times, and they began to turn purple visibly to the naked eye.

There seems to be a pebble in the slipper.

Tang Song drove the car, and saw her standing under the street lamp with her arms crossed from a distance, one leg raised high and shaking her feet violently.

This is the thigh-flirting method to stop the car? Why is it so indecent?

It's quite long......

He rolled down the window: "Come up?" ”

"No," she shook her head, "the trail is faint, and you can't see it in the car." ”

In order to facilitate her speech, she bent down close to the car window, and Tang Song saw that her shoulders and hair were wet and lying on her skin.

Although the rain stopped, there were always drops of water falling from the leaves, and she was beaten a lot along the way.

Tang Song looked at both sides, there was a teacher's dormitory in front of the left, and there were still a few empty parking spaces.

He parked the car in and got out with a coat in his hand.

"Wear it, don't catch a cold."

His clothes were too big, especially the shoulder profile, and the sleeves could directly cover the whole hand, she simply didn't pull the zipper, pulled the two plackets together, continued to hold her arms, and held her mobile phone to light the way.

Tang Song thought about it for a while, pointed to the street lamp and asked, "Do you still have to use a flashlight for this lighting condition?" ”

Mo Bei glanced at him with a smile: "Pity the poor child, night blindness is not what I want." ”

She couldn't see clearly at night, her eyes were not the same color, her right eye was very dark, she had to suck everything in, almost mixed with her pupils, but her left eye was a pale yellow, like a puddle of honey.

Heterochromia iris, to a certain extent, affects the visual system.

A person can see what others can't, but at night he loses his basic ability to see, and he doesn't know whether it's good or bad.

As Mo Bei walked, he always felt that Tang Song was depressed and something was wrong, and looked back at him: "Where did you think of going?" ”

Tang Song didn't think of anything, but seeing her like this, he wanted to tease her: "Are your eyes the standard of the legendary yin and yang eyes?" ”

Mo Bei's expression finally changed a little, and he couldn't believe it with some ridicule of the mentally retarded: "Watch less foreign horror movies, watch more domestic ones, and believe in science, this is what makes bugs jump." ”

The neighborhood next to the school has a door in the fence to connect the two sides, making it easier for some students to enter and exit.

The two followed the mud print around the community and then went back to the school gate.

Mo Bei stared at a distant muddy water: "...... The dog stuff is pretty good. ”

Although it was only eleven o'clock, the real nightlife had not yet begun, but no one was doing the nightlife on the main road, especially near the school, the biggest flow of customers disappeared, and the nearby shops were almost closed.

So there will be no onlookers watching the two fools go all the way looking for money.

Some bug-like things are actually so simple and straightforward in the eyes of another bug that they seem to be reading from a script.

The "shrewd dog thing" is also good in the community, and there are no surprises in the later route planning.

All the way to the old-fashioned residential area in the west of the city.

The city has been developed in recent years, often with ornate high-rises on one side and small two-, three- and four-story bungalows on the other, mixing the old and the new.

"This is very close to Liu Qingming's house," Mo Bei saw the neatly trimmed green belt across the street, "It looks like someone I know did it together, haven't you checked Liu Qingming's friends?" ”

Tang Song smiled helplessly: "Do you know how many friends a man in his forties can have?" ”

"I don't know ......"

The two walked through the alley, and the mud mark climbed into a small four-story building at the end of the alley.

The sliding door downstairs is ajar, the chain locks in the railing and circles around at random, the first thing that catches the eye is a narrow staircase, there are no handrails, the bottom of the stairs seems to be hollowed out, there are a lot of debris, overlapping black shadows are cast on the wall by the light, and an electric car is parked near the door, and a wire is hung from the gap between the stairs, and the car is buzzing and charging.

There are no thresholds, and the rails of the sliding doors are low and cannot hold back the water.

Probably no one usually cleans up, the ground is trampled to a mess, the water is soaked in a few plastic bags that can't see the color, and there is a blue splattered garbage can at the corner of the stairs, but the guests are probably very casual, the bags are not sealed, and the kitchen waste is steamed by the temperature, exuding a strange sour smell.

Mo Bei couldn't see clearly that a fish bone was kicked on the road, and the sewage wet her thumb, a little black, and with the smell of the surroundings, she felt that the hairs on her arms were about to stand up.

The building was quiet and most of the people slept.

However, as soon as the two of them walked around the corner of the third floor, they heard a burst of laughter.

It comes from the husky vocal cords that have been soaked in tobacco and alcohol for many years, but it reveals a strange and naïve excitement and devotion.

It's the same as when Liu Qingming was masochistic.

The two of them ran up in two or three steps, Tang Song came to the door first, turned sideways and prepared to hit the door, but he didn't want the door to open with a bang.

Tang Song almost flew into the air, and hurriedly glanced back at Mo Bei, she raised her eyebrows.

The room was filled with a damp and rotten smell, the fabric had not been washed for a long time, the dust piled up in the corner of the wall was damp and the smell of fungi was growing, and at the same time, there was a smell of blood.

Mo Bei followed behind, smelled the smell first, and subconsciously pushed the tip of his tongue against the root of his teeth.

The posture of the people in the room is the same as Liu Qingming, sitting on the ground with their backs against the bed, holding mobile phones and wires not far away.

This is Liu Qingming's completely opposite physique, lean, even dry, as if there is only a layer of skin wrapped around the bones, the outline of the entire skull can almost be seen on his face, and his complexion is abnormally sallow, like a dried duck.

He laughed as he sliced the skin with his knife, blood gushing out of the wound and onto the ground.

Tang Song stepped forward and held down the hand he was going to continue to knife, but fortunately, this person was thin and easily took the knife.

He didn't struggle, he just continued to move, and as he moved, wounds appeared on his skin, and blood splattered.

"Mobei!" Tang Song screamed, reached out and pulled the sheet to tie the man's hand behind his back.

"She's not here." Mo Bei looked around and found that Zhao Yuanyuan did not leave as many traces in the room as Liu Qingming.

"He's still getting cuts." Even with his hands tied, the man did not stop being hurt, and if he continued like this, he would soon lose too much blood and die.

The wound continued to appear with laughter, and the blood gradually formed a puddle on the floor and flowed into the cracks of the floor tiles.

Tang Song stared at the man's face.

They were all laughing.

Was it that at that time, Zhao Yuanyuan heard such a smile?

He pulled a greasy wet towel from the head of the bed and stuffed it into the man's mouth, stuffed it too hard, the man's Adam's apple rolled, retched twice, rolled his eyes and fainted.

Tang Song lifted his clothes, and no new wounds reappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no laughter, and the room fell silent.

Tang Song stood up and found Mo Bei looking out of the door motionlessly.

"How......" He was about to ask, when he saw Mo Bei raise her hand, revealing a fingertip from her wide sleeve, and she took a step back.

Suddenly, the half-covered door was slammed open by something, Mo Bei picked up the broom by the wall and waved it over, Tang Song only heard a muffled sound, and the hollow rod broke from it.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded in the center of the room, and the door slammed shut and the window locked.

Tang Song hurriedly pulled Mo Bei behind him, took out the gun from behind his waist, and suddenly there was a moment in front of him, and a piece of flesh color passed in front of him, he heard Mo Bei take a breath, broke away from his hand, and pulled the corner of his clothes back.

The bedside table suddenly flew up and smashed into the corner of the wall, but it fell short and smashed on the wall, scattering everything in it.

"Where?" Tang Song pulled the safety bolt, he couldn't see or hear.

There was really nothing in the room that could be used as an attack, Mo Bei's fingers hidden under his clothes moved slightly, the knife on the ground bounced out, and it was embedded in the wall with a choking sound, taking advantage of the gap, he pulled his sleeves and wrapped his hand, grasped Tang Song's wrist and pointed to the front right of the room.

Something more penetrating than body temperature passed from his clothes to his hands, and a woman lying in the corner suddenly appeared in Tang Song's eyes.

She had no clothes, her limbs were on the ground, her body was dripping with muddy water, her face was obscured by her dark, wet hair, and only one eye was exposed.

Tang Song recognized who she was at a glance: "I saw it." ”

Mo Bei looked at him in surprise.

He slowly adjusted his posture: "Don't let go, go behind me." ”

Tang Song not only saw Zhao Yuanyuan, but there was also a layer of black mist on the walls around the room, slowly squirming towards Zhao Yuanyuan, she seemed to be very afraid of these things, and was forced to move slowly to the center of the room.

His gun was also wrapped in the mist.

Tang Song took Mo Bei and took a step in the direction of the door, and whispered to her, "If I can't subdue her, you hurry up and run." ”

"As soon as I let go you won't be able to see, subduing a fart," she chuckled briefly, "don't be afraid of her." ”

Tang Song heard her laugh for the first time, and there was the wanton arrogance of young people in the laughter, but it was in such an environment.

Mo Bei said that he didn't need to be afraid, but those black mist only forced Zhao Yuanyuan to leave the corner and then wrapped the entire room, but they didn't touch her, so Tang Song didn't dare to shoot rashly, and the two sides were at a stalemate.

Mo Bei stood for a while, and suddenly said, "Don't move, I'll go over and take a look." ”

She was just about to let go, when Zhao Yuanyuan suddenly jumped up, rushed to the window and jumped out of the broken glass.

The accident happened too suddenly, and both of them were unexpected, and a few of the surrounding leaders were woken up and scolded.

Mo Bei covered his mouth and coughed violently, Tang Song didn't bother to look outside, he couldn't see it anyway.

"Are you alright?" He tried to reach for a hand, but his hand reached halfway and then retracted.

"It's okay," Mo Bei cleared his throat, coughing too violently, and the corners of his eyes were red, "It's weird and disgusting." ”

He didn't hear clearly: "What? ”

Mo Bei didn't plan to say more, just shook his head: "It's hard to explain." ”

She clutched her stomach, always feeling uncomfortable in her mouth, and she could smack a not-so-clean taste.