If the biological clock is well maintained, nothing can stop the eyelids from waking up early.

As soon as the daylight passed through the curtains, Mo Bei woke up, and when he looked at the time, it was half past six.

I don't know if it was because I slept intermittently enough last night, or because I didn't stay overnight because of what I ate, I feel in good spirits.

You can also go out and run two laps.

She sat up, saw the dirty clothes next to the bed, and struggled to know where to hang them.

Suddenly the doorknob shook slightly, she slipped out of bed and opened it, Tang Song didn't seem to expect her to wake up, just hung her pants on the doorknob, her hand stopped in mid-air, and she was stunned: "So early?" ”

"Get used to it." She nodded, her eyes looking at the pants.

"This elastic on yours is broken." He was also sleepy last night, and after sleeping a night, he suddenly remembered that she seemed to be always carrying his pants.

Underwear does not underwear......

Mo Bei's ear was feverish, and he reached out to take it.

This one is a little smaller than the one I wore on my body, probably a long time ago, and the metal buckles of the tie fell off, so as not to let the thread scatter and the rope head was burned by the fire, I pulled it together and formed a ball.

Mo Bei was embarrassed to ask about his luggage, after all, he didn't carry himself until three o'clock, and there was no reason to go down to carry his luggage before seven o'clock.

The toiletries were placed on the sink, and she washed her face casually, the smell of toothpaste mint was too strong, the bristles of the toothbrush were a little hard, and the gums were spicy and sore after washing.

Tang Song turned out two eggs and a handful of noodles in the refrigerator, and there was a bottle of milk next to it, the last time I went home, I saw that it was expired, but it was left without a garbage bag, and the two garlic heads in the drawer had been deflated, and the buds had not been born, and there was a celery stalk next to it.

Mo Bei didn't know if he was a picky eater, he only knew that he couldn't eat spicy. I wanted to ask, but I turned my head and saw that she was just after washing.

His clothes were large for her, with sleeves hanging down to her elbows, and a collar slanted to the left to reveal a collarbone and a small black mole that was rubbed red.

White T-shirt sweatpants, Mo Bei usually wears them like this, and it doesn't look abrupt, but there is a huge rabbit head in front of the top, which occupies one-third of the area, and the plush two ears are still pink.

Mo Bei tugged at the rabbit ears and disliked his taste.

He smiled: "My aunt bought it, and she always thought I was a child......"

You don't always think I'm a kid.

"Do you want to eat noodles?" He shook what he was holding.

"Eat."

He closed the refrigerator door and put the pot on the shelf, thinking that breakfast was really a little cold: "How many eggs do you want?" ”

Mo Bei only saw the two in his hand, and didn't think too much and asked casually: "You have a lot of eggs?" ”

He was stunned: "...... Two. ”

Tang Song suddenly stopped talking, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Mo Bei felt that his cheeks were still a little numb from the beating yesterday, and he stared at his cheeks with the tip of his tongue and rolled his eyes to look at the top of the door frame.

"How many eggs do you want?" He asked again, but there was no teasing in his tone.

She lowered her eyes and said seriously: "I heard that it is easy to get too high cholesterol if you consume more than one egg in a day. ”

Tang Song felt that she was thin-skinned before, and he couldn't imagine that her way of diverting the topic was so remote, but now he finally couldn't help laughing, and couldn't stop for a long time with his back against the refrigerator door, "Who did you listen to?" ”

It's unreliable when you hear it.

Mo Bei also felt unreliable, and muttered: "The older generation." ”

The doorbell interrupted the discussion about the egg at the right time, and Mo Bei turned around and went out as if he had found a savior.

Fang Ran couldn't contact Tang Song for a few days, so she decided to try her luck early, but she really knocked on the door, but the person in the door was not Tang Song, she felt a little familiar, and she was stunned for a while before remembering that she had seen it in the hotel last time.

Fang Ran didn't treat a little girl as a cousin this time, and saw two strangulation marks on Mo Bei's wrists.

People who live in peacetime do not immediately think of kidnapping and murder, but only feel that they are not so serious, shocked by some hidden hobbies that Tang Song seems to have, and congratulate themselves on their decision now.

Mo Bei opened the door and let her in, felt embarrassed and had nothing to say, and turned around and went into the kitchen.

"Your girlfriend is here."

"My ......"

I don't have a girlfriend.

Tang Song couldn't help but think of the post he saw on the forum yesterday, and when he thought of her girlfriend's fans, he silently felt sour.

He had just lit the fire, and the eggs were placed next to the stove.

"Do you want to be soft or well-cooked?" Mo Bei took over his job and removed the pan from the wall.

"Fully cooked."

Fang Ran didn't come in, because Mo Bei didn't find the hidden switch for the slippers.

Tang Song pressed the button on the wall, the cabinet door popped open, and he took a pair of slippers and put them on the ground, but thought that Mo Bei seemed to be barefoot.

Fang Ran refused, holding the bag strap in both hands a little nervously but said frankly: "I haven't been able to get through to your phone before, so I came to you and said it more clearly in person, I don't think we are suitable." ”

She has always been generous and frank, even if the declaration ended too subjectively, even if the two did not start, it did not affect Tang Song's appreciation of her decisiveness.

Farewell Fang Ran returned to the kitchen, Mo Bei was still steady in the face of the two pots.

She scooped out the scalded noodles and dipped them in cold water, looking back to turn over the two eggs in the pan. Pour out the hot water in the cauldron, put in the salt, sugar and soy sauce to make a sauce, pick up a can of sesame sauce and scan the expiration date, put a spoonful into it, add water and mix thoroughly, and when the burn is viscous, turn off the heat and stir the noodles, the operation is fast and stable, and I also took the time to turn over the noodles for the poached eggs on the side a few times.

She poked the egg yolk with chopsticks, it was hard, and dripped a little soy sauce on it.

"Alright."

Tang Song took the plate to her.

The two of them didn't go out either, one with a plate, one against the sink and the other against the door frame, and ate on the spot.

The spoon for scooping salt at his house is big, and the sauce is salty.

Mo Bei swallowed what was in his mouth: "I still don't live here." ”

What if you go on a blind date and have a girlfriend in the future?

"Nope." He didn't think about refusing, "This matter is not negotiable, unless you have a family member to take over you, you are too bold, no one will look at you and point back, I don't know where to find you." ”

As soon as he said it, he had to mention Hu Linwei, Mo Bei thought of the time when he came back last night, probably after the trial, and asked casually.

"What's going on with Hu Linwei?"

"I haven't asked you yet," Tang Song ate the last bite of noodles, put the dishes and chopsticks down, and began to teach people, "You said you would accept the business card given by a stranger?" Kindergarten teaches you not to talk to strangers, right? ”

I didn't go to kindergarten.

Mo Bei poked his face and explained: "He said that he is the author's son, Hu Xiaoquan Lin Zhao Hu Linwei, isn't this a coincidence?" ”

"Tell the truth."

“……”

“…… It's the truth. ”

Although there are some minor problems with the paintings in the exhibition, there are too many problems that she can see in her daily life, and her ghost physique is not super memorable, so she can't play with everything she sees.

After she saw Liu Jiaying's memory, she just thought it was an ordinary pervert.

The victim was originally chosen randomly, even if the two people in Hu Linwei's picture later had some similarities with her, he was also very clever to avoid the coherence of the similarities between the two, one like a mouth, the other like an eye, the gender is different, except for the white paint, it is difficult to connect them.

No one has ever put Mobei in the role of a victim.

This stems from the feeling she gives people, which makes people feel very uncomfortable. Her body type and personality are not the type of people who are easy to be subdued, and she is very secure.

Before the last moment came, including Mo Bei himself, he only regarded himself as a tool man.

Until I heard Xu Minglang talk about art exhibitions.

At that time, her hand was pierced by a cactus, and her brain was very clear under the pain, and the voice outside the door could be heard clearly.

It was a very biased node, but it connected everything she knew.

The dangerous messages on the forum correspond to the strange teacher who was lingering in Du Xiaokun's office.

When Mo Bei gets rid of the image of a tool man and becomes the starting point of all events, it is easy to push forward.

Hu Linwei may be just a simple pervert, but his ability to paint does not only help him to avoid the eyes of others.

It only penetrated a little bit of the bottom, and it was able to make Hu Linwei kill people without scruples, tailgating, and making a lot of nonsense on the Internet.

Their goals are clear, but they also have differences.

Hu Linwei wanted a muse to inspire him, and he wanted a powerful host.

The human soul is fragile, full of holes in the aftermath of sin, and even he may not be able to figure out whether the act of applying paint to others is to imitate the color of a person's skin or to cover up the imperfections in their body.

But painting has no brains, no matter what kind of elite the people in the painting are, they are ultimately pushed by desire, rather than looking ahead and planning.

It can only use Hu Linwei's brains to leave a little bait that can be called clever.

mobile phone, with calls.

Before yesterday, Mo Bei really thought that it was the obsession left by Li Qing and Zeng Shihan, and after he was out of breath, he kept asking for help on the phone, but what he saw last night was clearly that their souls had been swallowed by painting, two empty shells, and they had no opinion at all.

Mo Bei leaned on the stove and recalled the scene of the exhibition.

The exhibition hall is filled with the smell of aromatherapy and cleansing industry, and the painting is just a simple painting, but its purpose is also very simple, and it is hidden in the hearts of people who come and go.

Everyone admired the painting and sighed at the touching love between the authors, but they didn't know that under the abyss, their ears and eyes were full of ears, and they also quietly looked at the people who passed by.

Until Mo Bei stepped into the sight of it and Hu Linwei, something was handed over in an instant, naturally, logically, and there was no intricate entanglement at all.

At present, the cause is straightened out, and the rest is the consequences, leaving aside the more ordinary brains of the murderers, they are still very dangerous.

Mo Bei may not be an enthusiastic citizen who acts bravely, but she can't take people at will.

There is a very middle two sense of responsibility hovering in the bottom of her heart, and the power she has, no matter which work she puts in, is either a messenger of justice or a villain, and she can't be a salted fish anyway.

A sense of responsibility drives her to fix it all and hide it before anyone finds out.

But she underestimated the level of evidence and mental sensitivity that the police had.

And the activation of the new phone is really troublesome.

was almost caught back by Tang Song.