After Mo Bei entered, there was no sound in the room, and Liu Jiaying's parents were restless in the living room, lying on the door to listen to some movement, but they did not receive the goods.

Tang Song was uneasy, but he still persuaded them to rest assured, and stopped talking.

Who can put their minds at ease with the people here.

Suddenly, there was a sound of things smashing in Liu Jiaying's room, they didn't have time to react, the wind suddenly rose, they turned around the room twice, banged on the window, the curtains were tightly attached to the square frame, making a violent friction sound, something was desperately trying to get out.

Ye Jing held her husband's arm tightly, and the two hid behind Tang Song.

The glass eventually became overwhelmed and shattered.

Liu Jiaying's door was opened, and the wind in the room stopped at the same time, and it seemed to have left through the crack in the window.

Mo Bei leaned on the door frame, and the room behind him was lit up with a long-lost light.

"Daughter! Daughter......" Ye Jing saw her come out, and she was not afraid at this time, and screamed and squeezed into the room with her husband one after another.

But sometimes life doesn't give much hope.

Ye Jing could only see her daughter lying in the clutter, she tripped over the pillow under her feet, dizzily went to support the wall, and sighed twice in vain, but she couldn't even shed a tear, and the strength of her body and sadness, anger and despair turned into two unpredictable air currents that slipped out of the tears.

Father Liu went to help her, but he let go of his hand because of Liu Jiaying's death.

He gasped violently, the veins in his neck bulging.

Tang Song silently pulled Mo Bei behind him.

Father Liu stared at his daughter for a long time, then suddenly screamed and turned to Mo Bei, but was caught by Tang Song.

"Murder!" He was blocked by Tang Song, desperately trying to reach out to pull Mo Bei, and roared desperately with red eyes: "She killed someone!" You get her there! My daughter......"

Ye Jing seemed to be called back to his soul, and ran out of the room screaming, holding a small table lamp in his hand and hitting them without saying anything.

"You give my daughter back!"

Tang Song blocked Mo Bei, hit her several times, grabbed Liu's father's wrist and twisted and pushed it out, and snatched the lamp with his backhand, protecting Mo Bei to retreat in the direction of the gate.

"She's long dead."

Mo Bei's voice was not loud, but miraculously passed through those hysterical cries and reached everyone's ears.

"Nope!" Ye Jing shouted at them, "No...... She's just talking, she's not dead yet! You killed her......"

Father Liu still wanted to pounce on and beat people, but he couldn't avoid Tang Song, so he simply sprinkled his anger on Tang Song: "She is a murderer!" You're a cop, what do you do to protect her? Arrest her! She's killing people......"

Tang Song had seen a lot of such unconscious scenes, so he was careful not to let them touch Mo Bei, and took the time to say to her and leave first.

Mo Bei didn't respond, she showed a pair of eyes behind Tang Song, seeing their madness in her eyes, and after a while, she slowly spoke: "Who let you go out to play?" ”

Father Liu's movements froze, and his expression immediately became strange.

"You deserve it, you want to go out at night, you want to hang out with those friends who don't care about it, how old are you, do you go out to seduce people in a dress like this? You deserve it, how can you see people if this is going to get out......"

Her tone was extremely cold, as if she was reading according to the script, but she picked up the knives they had thrown out one by one, and returned them all.

"Parents......" Mo Bei sighed and smiled sarcastically, "For the sake of face to escape the fact that my daughter was hurt, and to escape the truth of her real death, let's go and see......"

She looked at the couple and let out a long sigh: "Go and see, the rope is still hanging there." ”

"No...... Ye Jing sat on the ground with weak legs, and broke down and cried, "She's still alive......"

Mo Bei wanted to get close to her, but because he was held by Tang Song's wrist, he could only look down at her and asked, "Do you want her to live like this?" Do you want her to watch herself rot and stink day by day, until the white bones can't hold the organs, and the eye sockets can't hold the eyeballs, so that you can't see your guilt and fear, do you want her to live like this? ”

Until the real head is smashed, all self-deception, all resentment has lost its direction, and despair spreads at every junction of veins.

Ye Jing covered her face and cried, she cried about her daughter's experience and death, but she didn't dare to move into the room to take another look.

Father Liu's spikes also slowly shrank with Ye Jing's mournful cry, his back bent more violently than before, he leaned to the side decadently, shaking his lips, his eyes turned purple, and he also cried softly.

The sadness and despair that filled the room was uncomfortable, and Mo Bei didn't want to stay here, so he gently pulled Tang Song's clothes.

"Mr. Liu, Ms. Ye, the police will definitely find the murderer, please mourn." Tang Song solemnly assured, turned around and escorted Mo Bei out of the house.

Mo Bei didn't behave strangely in the house, and after going out of the door and taking a few steps forward, his feet were weak.

"What's wrong?" Tang Song hurriedly supported her.

She frowned and gasped, shaking her head slightly.

Tang Song opened the back door to let her sit, but in just a few steps, it seemed to exhaust all her energy, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, she leaned sideways on the back of the chair, her eyelids blinked and sticky closer and closer.

He half-crouched down and looked her eyes: "What happened?" ”

"Wang Yunhua ......"

He nodded in understanding.

"You're right, Wang Yunhua coaxed Liu Jiaying to commit suicide, I don't know what the reason is, Liu Jiaying is dead, but her soul can't leave her body, someone deliberately locked them in her body......" She gritted her teeth and snorted, as if suppressing the huge pain, gasped a few times, opened her hand to show him, another slender but deep scratch on the tip of her right index finger, and a dazzling red palm was still slowly overflowing, she couldn't hold on for a while, her hand fell on her knee, and then said, "She and Liu Jiaying were trapped in the corpse together, I want to separate them. ”

The two ghosts were stuffed into a shell, and after a long time, the strands were intertwined, and it was certainly not as simple as touching her upper and lower lips.

He reached out to wipe away a piece of sweat from the corner of her eyebrows that was about to fall into her eyes, and asked worriedly, "Is it uncomfortable?" ”

She shook her head: "It's not uncomfortable. ”

"It's not uncomfortable......" There was an incomprehensible obscurity in her eyes, she licked her lips, tasted the saltiness of sweat, and the liquid in her mouth continued to secrete, she swallowed hard before exhaling a trembling breath, "I ate them......"

Tang Song's mind buzzed, but he was horrified to find that he could not be as shocked by what she had said as much as he had accepted it without any waves.

Mo Bei looked at him and said this terrible thing word by word: "I have no other way to get them out of that body, I just ...... Ate them. ”

Eating often makes living beings feel happy, and no matter how much the narrator adjusts his tone so that he can objectively grieve and be ashamed, eating these two syllables can still be so weird that it seems to have a smile engraved in his genes, which makes people feel creepy.

She was afraid, her fingertips trembling cold, and her palms were covered with fine sweat.

When they met for the first time, Tang Song knew that the girl in front of him was extremely similar to himself. Although they have all the emotions and emotions that everyone has, these emotions and emotions are like they are carefully calculated and then installed, they make them look like ordinary people, they think they are all right, and they don't realize the problem until they need to reach a certain peak.

This mechanical emotional value makes it rare for them to develop sharp emotions such as fear.

But Mo Bei was afraid, fear was like an embroidered needle, diffusing a color and smell similar to blood.

He stayed where he was, and heard her speak again, and those terrifying and strange words entered his ears one by one: "I find that I am full." ”

Mo Bei put her hand on the back of his hand, the moment of silence was like the white noise produced by the temporary deafness of her ears after the explosion, she clenched her teeth uncomfortably, her eyebrows furrowed, and cold sweat slipped into her collar, she couldn't help but want to use her limbs frantically, she wanted to scream, wanted to kick, wanted to release the things that rushed into her chest that I couldn't tell whether it was pain or pleasure.

In the end, she only closed her eyes and exhaled with trembling eyes: "I eat so many things every day, my stomach can't hold up, but my thoughts and my teeth tell me that I'm so hungry...... I look at them, I look at you...... I'm so hungry......"

She has always regarded this as a thought that can be suppressed, and if it can be restrained, it is not a big deal.

But today she had to break her vows, and the long-term satisfaction of her thoughts made her almost emotionally crazy, so that Liu Jiaying's room was destroyed again, so she restrained herself from swallowing the other three living people in the house as prey.

Since then, until now, her body is in a kind of lethargic contentment.

Tang Song was calmer than he imagined, he grabbed those cold fingers with his backhand, and asked softly, "Did you know all along?" ”

She pulled a smile away, but it was like crying.

Tang Song understood, she knew.

"It's horrible," she squinted, almost falling asleep, "I picked myself so clean in there, so deserved, I ......"

"Do you know what it means to be dizzy?" She changed the subject without a clue.

He picked up softly: "I don't know? ”

"There was a theory of anemia on the Internet before, people who are full of blood concentrate to help the stomach digest, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the brain and sleepiness, commonly known as dizziness in rice, I didn't get dizzy in the past, I thought it was because the body was better......"

Mo Fei laughed sarcastically, sleepy and unable to open his eyes, maybe he finally ate the right thing this time.

The realization sent chills down her spine.

Her throat rolled, repeating the swallowing motion, and she was tired and slurred: "Am I a monster?" ”

"Mo Bei, Mo Bei," he squeezed her hand hard, calling her name over and over again, not daring to let her sleep, "Her mother said, she has begun to rot, and she will only suffer more if she continues to be trapped in her body, isn't it? ”

"I ...... there"

Tang Song didn't hear clearly: "What? ”

Mo Bei moved her lips, and a chill crawled all over her body from her back, and she shivered uncontrollably: "It's so cold......"

She tried to hook her legs to make herself into a ball, and her body fell into Tang Song's arms as she leaned forward.

He felt her abnormal body temperature through his clothes, cold to the bones, like a dead person, cold from his body.

Tang Song was shocked, picked her up with one hand on her back, kicked the car door and sat in by himself, held her in his arms and kept rubbing her arms, calling her name, and not letting her fall asleep.

Both of them were of considerable height, squeezed into each other's narrow seats, and their cold and hot body temperatures were intertwined, and they couldn't hold it down for a while.

Mo Bei's face happened to be buried in his neck socket, the tip of her nose rubbed against that piece of skin, she bit the tip of her tongue, the effect was not good, and the salty smell in her mouth was very disgusting. She gasped twice, and a cool breath came out of her mouth and pounced on him behind his ear: "I'm right there......"

An image flashed through my mind.

Tang Song found himself falling into another perspective, he was lying on the ground, the ground was rough and worn through the immature skin that did not belong to him, and the person on his body was as heavy as a rock.

He heard the murky breath in his ears, and then turned his head to the bright light, where he saw a familiar face.

Tang Song suddenly came to his senses, panting incessantly, and his lower abdomen was hot and painful as if he had been burned with iron.

He looked down at Mo Bei, and there was still despair in his heart that had not dissipated.

Mo Bei was already asleep, his body temperature didn't know when it returned to normal, his expression was calm, and he didn't seem to be burdened.

Gradually overlapping with what he saw in the vision, Liu Jiaying struggled in the hell of fear, and the people under the street lamps were carefree.