Cheng Pingxi suddenly approached and murmured in a sultry low voice: "Yes." In the dream, I am yours, and you can do whatever you want......"

At the end, he smiled again and asked, "You are an adult, you can do anything." ”

This sentence is undoubtedly an invitation, such a blatant hint.

Tao Yingzhi's heart beat faster.

How can there be such a good thing in the world? Her luck was shattering!

Tao Yingzhi blushed and was about to get into the car slowly, oh no, it was stepping forward, the smile on Cheng Pingxi's face became more and more evil, ghostly and seductive. Those beautiful eyes seemed to pull her into the abyss.

Her hand climbed up Cheng Pingxi's arm.

Tao Yingzhi blinked, is this a dream or reality...... It's too real.

At this moment, a cold drink came: "Evil animal! ”

Soon Tao Yingzhi found that it was not Cheng Pingxi she was pulling, but the strange bird that often frightened her in her dreams, and she screamed and fainted.

"Sour, don't suck the essence of the girl." From a distance, a man in white walked in, like a fairy, his sleeves were raised without wind, ethereal and light.

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The strange bird grinned: "It's just a wandering ghost, don't mind my business." ”

The man in white turned his head to look at the fainting girl behind him, raised his foot slightly, and kicked her out of the dream.

The bird screamed in a terrible way, spread its wings, and rushed forward, with an expression that threatened to tear the man in white apart.

……

After the statue of the god of wind, Tao Yingzhi woke up slowly, her eyes were blurred, and she only felt dizzy. What just happened?

Who's that voice? Why are there two people in the dream?

Tao Yingzhi looked at the rags and buckets scattered around before she realized what she was here for. She staggered to her feet, her eyes slowly focused.

How can it be...... There are actually two cracks in the statue of the god of wind? Obviously, it was still intact when she wiped it before going to bed.

Tao Yingzhi looked flustered, and even didn't want the bucket and rushed out: "Dad!" Father! ”

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Capital.

Wu Cunxu was about to go out to the company when he received a call from a friend.

"Master Xu, thank you so much! Meng Meng was sent back this morning, with no injuries on her body, only saying that she had been in a coma for a long time, and she returned home as soon as she woke up. Thank goodness, thank goodness. ”

"That's good."

Wu Cunxu hung up the phone, thinking that Yan Chiyu's action was really fast enough.

In contrast, the Criminal Investigation Bureau is gloomy.

Liu Meiling, 49 years old, lives alone and has no family.

I was delivered to the door of the police station this morning with a post-it note on my hand, and the words on the post-it note were printed on a computer.

[Do good deeds without leaving a name, don't ask me who I am, ask is **little cutie]

After the first comrade who came to work found out that Liu Meiling was a victim of the disappearance, he hurriedly called Chu Xiao.

Liu Meiling was the only one who returned to the police station, Wang Yaobei immediately called the Shi family to ask if Shi Yimeng had returned home, and after getting the answer, he was not very happy, but felt depressed and suspicious.

What about the murderer playing with them? Took people away for a few days and didn't do anything, and then sent people back again?

But if it was a kind person who helped according to the note, who would it be? It was even faster than the Beijing Criminal Investigation Team, which had the highest detection rate, to find the victim. How to think about it, how to be unreliable.

Chu Xiao folded his legs on the desk, and he would always stuff a piece of candy into his mouth when he was irritable.

In the WeChat list, I found the WeChat account that remarked Wu Yue's name and sent a message to the past.

Chu Yuanxiao: Liu Meiling and Shi Yimeng were rescued, do you know this?

He waited five minutes before the child replied slowly.

Need a leg pendant: yes, I knew it last night.

Chu Yuanxiao: What do you mean? The power of an uncertain prophet?

Come on, he doesn't believe it himself.

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There are birds, its shape is like a snake, and the four wings, six eyes, three legs, the name is sour and, its song is self-proclaiming, and it is afraid to see it.

- "The Classic of Mountains and Seas"