The man strangled Mo Bei's neck hard, it was stiff and stiff, tightly pinched in the soft flesh of the neck, and it was still tightening.

Mo Bei clasped his hand, and raised his other hand to hit the crook of his elbow, ready to break free.

The man riding on it suddenly fell out, and he was grabbed by the shoulders and lifted up. I don't know how much strength Tang Song has, or if the blood on the ground lubricates, he slid to the wall.

Mo Bei was pushed in the direction of the door by Tang Song.

"Let's go!"

The man's back hit the root of the wall, he didn't stop for too long, he immediately flipped his body, and flew towards Mo Bei on all fours.

Tang Song pulled the chair on the side and slammed it down, the corpse action paused, Tang Song seized the opportunity to go around behind him, pulled him back with one leg, and then bent his leg and knelt on the man's waist, and a pool of bloody internal organs suddenly squeezed out of his stomach.

Mo Bei, who was not far away, narrowed his eyes in disgust.

Although the corpse was suppressed by Tang Song, it was still moving, Tang Song cut his two hands behind his back, and said to Mo Bei: "Find something that can be tied." ”

"Wait a minute," Mo Bei walked over, she had an idea in her heart that she wanted to confirm, "It shouldn't be so troublesome." ”

She reached out and grabbed the man's hair to force him to look up, tilting her head and groping her fingers around his neck. She touched it for a while, her brow furrowed slightly, and she raised him a little more, squinting and looking closer.

Tang Song kept looking at Mo Bei, his eyes slowly turned from her fist bones that were bulging with force to her blood-stained face, and the places that were not touched looked whiter and cleaner and clear, and he suddenly had a vicious idea to make it dirtier.

Her face was too close to the corpse, and the man bared his teeth and kept letting out a low growl from his throat, still trying to move forward.

Mo Bei was a little struggling to see it, Tang Song pulled the man's arm, lifted him back, and exposed his neck for her to see.

Mo Bei touched his neck, but didn't find what she wanted, she looked at the hideous-looking man, and was sure that it was impossible to live with such a wound.

She withdrew her hand blankly: "No ......"

"What's that?" She didn't look for it, Tang Song put his hand down, and simply pressed him face down on the ground again.

Mo Bei opened his mouth, he didn't know how to explain for a while, and looked at the man with a frowning face: "This is very troublesome." ”

She said it was troublesome, but she just touched the back of the corpse's head with her hand, and the procedure was easier than stunning the goat.

The man collapsed on his stomach on the ground, finally unable to move.

Mo Bei opened her eyes, her stomach was a little nauseous, her throat was itchy, and something couldn't stop scratching, she coughed twice, and wanted to cover it with her hands, but the palms of her hands were red and sticky, and she couldn't see it, so she gave up and pushed down her back molars with the tip of her tongue uncomfortably.

"Are you alright?" Tang Song asked.

"It's fine."

Tang Song let go of the corpse and watched her stand up with her legs propped up, revealing her side when she turned around, and he saw at a glance that her neck was abnormally red.

"Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Mo Bei stopped in confusion.

Tang Song walked in front of her, pinched the back of her neck and looked closer, only to see a few scratches from behind her ears to the edge of the artery, scratching deeply, the skin around her was turned up, and the blood was still gushing out, mixed with the man's rubbing, he actually saw it.

Tang Song touched the edge lightly and frowned: "Aren't you in pain?" ”

Mo Bei hissed: "It hurts, I was about to be strangled to death just now, and now my whole neck hurts, I can't tell where it's more serious," she turned her head indifferently, his palms were warm, and the thin calluses were a little itchy on the skin, and he wanted to break away, "It's just a little bit of skin, just wash it and rub some medicine." ”

Tang Song glanced at her with a complicated expression, and found that she really didn't know.

The scratched area was black and hard, and it was not a stain, and the surrounding skin was covered with a rash, covered with blood, and it was impossible to see the specific appearance.

He rubbed his thumb to look closely, and his eyes widened in surprise.

The rash on that piece was wiped off.

Mo Bei noticed that something was wrong with him: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's fine." He touched the edge of the broken skin lightly again, and the cracked skin magically returned to its original smoothness, so that the spreading scratches came to an abrupt halt.

Mo Bei suddenly realized what he was doing, and struggled hard: "Don't ...... you"

"Don't move." He pinched the back of Mo Bei's neck and pushed him a little harder, leaving the person in place strongly.

"Tang Song ......"

Tang Song looked at her and coaxed gently: "Don't move, it's okay." ”

As he spoke, he put his palm on the broken place, Mo Bei breathed for a while, frowned and turned his face away.

Tang Song only pasted it for a short while, then took his hand away, the wounds and rashes on her neck all disappeared, he looked at his hand thoughtfully, and suddenly had a strange feeling.

As if that's what he's been supposed to do all along.

Mo Bei raised her hand and touched her neck, there was nothing but a slippery touch, she saw him staring at his hand in a daze, suddenly became angry, slapped his hand as if angry, and pulled him out by the wrist.

The woman outside is gone, and she doesn't know what to do.

Mo Bei didn't have the heart to care about this, she pulled Tang Song into the bathroom, washed her neck with water, and looked in the mirror, there was indeed no wound on her neck, not even a scar.

Instead of wonderful, she was more troubled.

She pulled Tang Song's hand and put it under the faucet to wash the blood.

No.

Just an ordinary hand, nothing.

She lifted the water from his wrist and looked all the way until she lifted the sleeve that covered his upper arm, and heard him ask with a smile, "Do you want to take it off for you?" ”

"Take it off." She didn't even think about it, so she turned off the sailor and held on to the edge of the sink and waited.

Tang Song was stunned for a moment, happy, and reached out to rub her head: "I'm really fine, nothing strange has gotten into my body." ”

Mo Bei glanced at him: "You can't see it again." ”

"I forgot to tell you, I can see it at this time," he gently grabbed her wrist, and saw that her brow suddenly furrowed, so he let go again, and soothed in a soft tone, "Master, the smoke behind you seems to be on fire, dissipate your anger, and next time if you don't agree with me, I'll do it." ”

Mo Bei did not speak.

"Okay, leave this matter to me, you wash and wash up and go to class, go to class, sleep and sleep, don't think too much."

Mo Bei frowned: "This matter is obviously abnormal, so you won't let me take care of it?" ”

He stared at her for a long time, and then said, "But you're hurt." ”

Mo Bei was stunned for a moment, and lowered his eyes uncomfortably, but he had no intention of backing down.

In the end, Tang Song sighed: "What do you want to do?" ”

"I want to go to the funeral home," she said, looking at her hand, which still felt greasy, "I thought I had found something, but it wasn't exactly what I thought it was, and I had to go and see." ”

She disproved some of her original speculations, but needed more corroboration.

"You take a shower first, it stinks."

“……”

Tang Song was very efficient, and when Lu Hang took the body to the funeral home, he was also taken to Mobei.

Lu Hang and Mo Bei sat opposite each other, with a corpse in the middle, and their mood was a little complicated.

He thought about it for a while, but still asked, "Why are you everywhere?" ”

Mo Bei pondered, but he didn't come up with a reason.

The funeral parlor is closer than expected, not in any corner, after crossing the bridge is a residential area surrounded by mountains, and the funeral parlor is on the hill behind the church.

A flat plot was split on the mountainside, and the house was surrounded by the shadow of the mountain, and even the noon sun could only shine on the square five meters in front of the door, and the temperature difference was very obvious.

It was the first time for Mo Bei to come to this kind of place, it looked very clean, cold and solemn, and the crying and sadness from the death of his relatives seemed heavy and cold, and it was not that those little girls could see the bloody place in the toilet.

Before entering the door, Lu Hang stopped him, he always felt that this place was not very compatible with the little girl, but what he wanted to say was not yet complete, so he was pressed back by his own, and only said: "Don't touch it for a while, and take you to the morgue to see it when I finish checking." ”

"Okay." Mo Bei nodded.

I'll take a look.

Lu Hang and his assistants were checking the traces on the corpse, and Mo Bei was sitting on a bench outside the door waiting.

It was colder than expected, and she wore a leather jacket, her fingertips still getting cold.

She put her hands in her pockets and leaned back in her chair as she flipped through her phone boredly, when suddenly a new push popped up in the notification bar.

[The caring person overturned! I didn't expect him to be like this......]

The text panel is too long, and the things behind it are omitted.

Mo Bei thought about it, but he was also bored, so he clicked on it, and the first thing that caught his eye was a man's face.

She jerked straight up.

The person in the photo is lying in the opposite door at the moment, and the cause of death is being analyzed.

The blogger revealed her disappointment with the person in the photo at length, she said that she was a fan of this anchor, and she said that she also helped the anchor attack Mo Bei, who refused to adopt a stray cat before, but she didn't expect that the real viciousness was the anchor who was full of moral sentiments.

The angle of the photo is taken by the man himself, recording the cause of death of the little white cat, which was still alive when it was glued to a bamboo stick, and then poured into a tube of cold water, and then it was the turn of the little black cat.

He even took a selfie with two cats, and the evidence was overwhelming.

A group of people in the comment area shouted that people were sinister, and they didn't know the bones.

Mo Bei turned off his mobile phone and squeezed it tightly with both hands.

A man may take such photos to satisfy his perverted selfish desires, but it is impossible to send them out, but looking at the account from which the photos come from, it is clear that it is himself.

Mo Bei really stepped on two worlds, she knew that there must be inhuman participation in this, judging from the exposed photos, the person or thing who did it had a very strong desire for revenge.

It has the same meaning as Zhao Yuanyuan's-for-tat, except that Zhao Yuanyuan has always practiced her revenge as a human being.

And the one who bit the neighbor was clearly not a human or a human-formed derivative, it had no place to come, and the target was scattered and there was no trace of it.

Mo Bei's heart gradually sank, the image of the other party had taken shape, she knew what it would do, but between her and the upcoming outcome, there were countless possibilities, and these possibilities were linked to the lives of countless people.