Before Mo Bei closed her eyes, Tang Song carried her downstairs, swaying and urging people to fall asleep, she couldn't control whether her head drooped or fell backwards, she only felt like a fish that had been deprived of its gills and thrown ashore, swallowing a mouthful of air that could not reach her lungs in vain, her body began to be numb and soft due to lack of oxygen, and she fell into a kind of exhausting comfort.

When she opened her eyes again, there was nothing in her field of vision in the dim environment, only that the side face was cushioned in a warm and hard and soft place, her ears were touched, and she could hear the vigorous vibration underneath, Tang Song held her, he was still walking on the steps down, his steps were very light, and the slight jolting made it impossible to peel off the sleepiness.

"I thought I had slept for a long time."

Her breathing was still in a long, steady rhythm in her sleep, so that her footsteps suddenly opened her mouth and Tang Song's footsteps froze for a moment.

"It's three o'clock in the morning." He said, the sound reaching his ears through the vibrations of his chest.

She couldn't help but close her eyelids, her consciousness hovering between being and being lost, as if floating on the surface of the sea with the gentle waves rising and falling.

There was almost no traffic on the road, only the light of the traffic lights occasionally fell on the slitted eyelids.

Tang Song drove the car into the community, got out of the car and went around to the other side to open the car door, took her hand and put it on her shoulder, and carefully carried the person out with her hand under her knee.

"I'll go by myself." Mo Bei sobered up a little, held his head and thought about it, and he still spoke with an urn sound.

"You sleep."

He kicked the door on, and the muffled sound echoed through the parking lot.

Not very happy look.

Mo Bei was weak, but he couldn't sleep, and pressed the elevator with his hand.

The elevator slowly descended from the sixth floor, and the moment the door opened, Mo Bei felt that his hands holding her couldn't help but clench.

In the corner of the elevator squatted a shivering and weeping woman, her head covered with her hands, the back of her hands and arms covered with bruises from the old and the new.

Her cries were diffused by the underground space, making her distant and eerie.

Mo Bei didn't hear the sound, because he stopped and turned his head to look. The well-informed Mo Bei took two seconds to distinguish the types, thinking that he was not suitable, and moved his legs: "Let me go down." ”

"No, you don't." Tang Song refused indifferently, he walked into the elevator, turned to the door, and turned his back to the woman, "Ninth floor." ”

Mo Bei reached out and pressed the button.

Mo Bei leaned on his shoulder, turned his head and saw the female ghost squatting on the ground, she didn't cry anymore, her hands covered her ears and shoulders kept trembling, and a few strands of hair leaked out from between her fingers, the color was abnormally dark, as if a cake of bread was stuck together after being damp.

He gently squeezed her up: "Don't look at it, I'm really not afraid." ”

Mo Bei then raised his eyes and stared at him.

“…… Really, I've seen everything that is much uglier. ”

This is already normal.

Boom......

The female ghost quietly moved to face the corner.

The elevator ascended to the ninth floor, and the voice-activated lights in the hallway were lit by footsteps.

Tang Song wanted to put her down and open the door, but the door opened first.

Tang Song hadn't been home for a while, and there was a smell of dust in the house after it was vacant.

He kicked off his shoes and put the person on the sofa: "I'll make the bed, and if I'm sleepy, I'll go to sleep first." ”

"I want to take a bath." After sweating, my body is sticky and uncomfortable.

Tang Song nodded and stood up.

"Your clothes are in the car."

Mo Bei thought of the female ghost in the elevator and wanted to forget it, but he had already walked to the room and left a sentence: "Wear mine." ”

Mo Bei was sure that he was really not very happy, so domineering that people couldn't find an incision to refute, she sighed softly, and had a little headache.

How can a man with a temper be coaxed? Does reasoning work?

He quickly came out of the room again, took his clothes and medicine box, walked into the kitchen, and took a roll of plastic wrap.

He put everything on the armrest of the sofa and dragged a leather mound to sit opposite: "Hand." ”

Mo Bei stretched out his right hand, but he heard a click, and there was something more on his wrist.

Tang Song stretched out his hand to signal, Mo Bei blinked, gave him his left hand as well, and he buckled it slowly.

When she raised her hand, the chain between her wrists rattled: "Officer Tang, can you catch a ghost at your business level?" ”

"Just catch you," he said, sitting forward with a blank face, "I'll have to make something clear to you so you don't mess around again." ”

Mo Bei leaned back, lazily and not very cooperative: "I'm sleepy, can't I wake up?" ”

"Nope." He looked at her coldly, and she had to sit up straight again, and put on a face to listen to him.

"Maybe I mishandled it and caused you to have some misunderstandings, I'll explain to you again about our relationship now."

Mo Bei nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"First, I hope that you will only provide some side help, you don't need to risk yourself, you don't need to participate in the process of solving the case, you can tell me what you find, don't make decisions casually."

He suddenly slowed down his tone, the early morning sleepiness invaded, his voice was suppressed in his throat, low and restricted, and there was a kind of inexplicable meaning: "But your behavior today is a little ......, no, you are too much, from today onwards, you will live here, if you mess around again, I will lock you up, and you will not be able to go anywhere." ”

He revealed some terrifying and paranoid thoughts, just like many parents who can't control the bear children try to use threats and deterrence to achieve some kind of warning purpose, but he miscalculated one thing, Mo Bei was so sleepy that his brain was not very clear at the moment, and when he heard the lock, his wrist flicked, and the two iron rings fell in response, and he raised his eyebrows proudly: "You can't lock me." ”

Tang Song didn't look at the two silver rings, reached out and gently stroked her cheeks, his thumb rubbed the blush at the corner of his mouth, and the strength gradually deepened, Mo Bei was a little painful, frowning and leaning back, but he was forcefully clasped behind his ears, and there was a frightening paranoia in his eyes.

"Then break your legs, and if you can still climb, you don't have to ...... your limbs."

Mo Bei was a little scared, slapped his hand away, slapped him in the face, frowned and observed his expression: "You...... You okay? Affected? ”

Tang Song was beaten to the side, but he calmly took out a disinfectant tissue from the medicine box and wiped the dirt between her fingers little by little.

Tang Song smeared her hands and feet with potion and wrapped them tightly in plastic wrap: "Now let's talk about the second point, as an ordinary person, you have to focus on your own safety, don't let the people who care about you worry." ”

What he said before that locking up and breaking his leg was not as powerful as the last sentence, as soon as Mo Bei thought of this, his chaotic mind suddenly became clear, and finally gave birth to a kind of guilt for the rest of his life: "I know." ”

Tang Song saw that the goal had been achieved, and looked at Mo Bei hanging his head, he couldn't bear it anymore, and his tone involuntarily softened: "You are too smart, I am a little afraid of you, the trust between us before is based on our similarities, but we may still be different, you are so fearless, but I am very afraid, I may not have pulled you in, but some things have happened, and I can't go back to the past now...... I will not apologize for my attitude and remarks just now, if there is a ...... next time"

He didn't know what he couldn't describe, and his face finally showed a smile after a night of tensing: "Don't think too much, go take a bath." ”

She grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom.

Mo Bei felt very uncomfortable, physically.

She had been patient and didn't want to show it in front of others.

From the moment she sat down, her stomach was turning over more than the time she ate the bad mung bean cake when she was ten years old, and the swollen object reached her throat and vomited the moment she closed the door.

A puddle of black, fishy liquid, the smell rushed from the mouth into the nasal cavity, and the spicy eyes were sour. The moment it melted into the air, it became a cloud of dust, fluttering and falling. A little fell on the back of the hand that was being supported, dragging out a gray-black mark.

The clogged nasal cavity smelled a slightly astringent smoke and fireworks, like the remnants of the burned paper money of the sacrifice, the gray on the back of the hand made the skin frighteningly white, and the cyan blood veins and meridians extended into the arm.

Dead air and freshness are put together, as if passing by, and one side is as light as breath breathing, as if it never existed.

A dark red and black sarcoma came out of the ashes all over the ground, lying on her stomach like a newborn baby, crawling and falling, Mo Bei just vomited, she stared at it for a while, squatted down and gently pinched a corner and picked it up. Soft, is the texture of the meat, the meat balls are tired together one by one like a bunch of grapes, look closely, but there are limbs that are about to be formed.

This is an embryo, those abrupt ones one by one, are connected heads, with all the facial features on them.

It timidly curled up in a crescent moon in her palm, opened its eyes, and began to cry, waving its little hands and feet, helplessly like a baby, but when Mo Bei relaxed his vigilance, he turned over and opened his mouth to bite.

Mo Bei clenched his fists violently, and the embryo burst into a thick pool of blood, dripping down his fingers, and the air was filled with an earthy smell and the smell of incense.

It was as if the mourning hall was wrapped in a rain curtain, and the soil was turned out by water droplets.

The mourning song and the land are the final ending and destination of the deceased.

The embryo died, and all the ashes and sewage disappeared in an instant.

Mo Bei struggled to stand up with the sink, she stood for a while, took off her dirty clothes, but saw a red mark on the lower edge of the rib on the right side.

There is still a bed in Tang Song's study, the temperature drops in the middle of the night, and it is not too stuffy when he opens the window, he is considering whether to install an air conditioner, and suddenly hears a suppressed vomiting sound from the bathroom.

He blinked with his head down, and continued to make the bed in his hands.

Tang Song made the bed and came out, just as Mo Bei finished taking a bath, she was holding dirty clothes in her arms, lifting up the waist of her pants with one hand, her hair was rubbed messily, and her spirit still didn't look good.

There has always been something between the two of them, and the boundary between the two has become meaningless under right and wrong.

So much so that the lonely man and widow also took a bath, Mo Bei felt that something was wrong, and he had to lift his pants again, so he stood at the door of the bathroom and was embarrassed to move.

Tang Song was at ease, first checked the plastic wrap on her hand, and saw that the corners were a little upturned, and the skin under her was dry and there was no water, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "Go to bed early." ”

But he suddenly grabbed a handful of hair on her head, and it was a little damp, and she was addicted, so she unconsciously snorted: "Sleep when your hair is dry." ”

Mo Bei nodded, calmly walked into the study, sat on the bed, and gently covered his ears.