"Don't even think about it, Xiao Qi. You're a house cat, home, cat. Listen to me, the big world out there is not as big as it seems. ”

After preaching, she closed her eyes and prepared to go back to sleep. But Xiao Qi's call did not stop, but added a little grievance. Yan Xiaojing could only mumble and lift the sheet, walk to the sliding door and look out.

That's when she spotted the man. He stood by the fence of the backyard, the moonlight casts an abrupt black shadow over his burly figure, and the familiar shadows of the trash cans and moss-covered picnic tables in the courtyard seem unusually small in comparison.

In a panic, she checked the door lock again with trembling hands, then the window, until she confirmed that both sides were locked, and then, she closed the blinds, held the mobile phone tightly in her hand, and stood beside Xiao Qi to look out cautiously.

The man moved.

It's horrible! The man came in the direction of her house!

Yan Xiaojing confirmed the door lock again, turned around and wanted to escape, stepped on the edge of the sofa bed in a hurry, lost her balance and fell backwards, slamming on the mattress. This fell made her dizzy, and the phone in her hand flew out.

The unbelievable happened, the glass sliding door actually moved open on its own! It was as if the lock had learned to turn on its own, or maybe she hadn't fastened the chain.

Yan Xiaojing was lying on the bed with her back facing the sky, and at the moment she could only desperately kick the single with her legs, and hurriedly crawled backwards to get away from the man. It was a terrible man, with a tall, burly build, shoulders wider than the doorbeam, and thighs almost as thick as her waist. Although it was impossible to make out his face, the aura of death emanating from his body was like a pistol pointed at her chest.

Yan Xiaojing rolled off the bed and fell on the solid wood floor. His footsteps thundered behind him, getting closer and closer. She whimpered in her mouth, her palms and knees together, trying to escape from him, like a frightened little animal, bewildered and trembling with great fear, and she didn't feel any pain even when she hit the living room table.

She threw herself at the door, begging for forgiveness, tears wetting her cheeks - a terrible scream broke the silence of dawn, and Yan Xiaojing woke up from her sleep with her mouth wide open.

It turned out to be her own scream, a hoarse shout.

She hurriedly closed her mouth, and the screaming stopped abruptly, and the tingling of her eardrums stopped. She jumped out of bed and rushed to the glass sliding door. She was greeted by the first light of dawn, and she could still enjoy the relaxation of the sun and sweep away her heart palpitations. The accelerated heartbeat calmed down, and she took a deep breath and checked the lock again.

The door lock was untouched, and the backyard was empty, and everything was business as usual.

She smiled a little forcefully. Sure enough, last night's bad experience gave her a nightmare, and the problem of panic and insomnia would continue to haunt her for a while.

Yan Xiaojing turned around and walked into the bathroom to take a shower, feeling that she was in a half-dead state, but the last place she wanted to stay was this small apartment with only one person. She suddenly craved the busyness of the newsroom: there was a large group of people around; There was a constant stream of phone calls, and newspapers piled high on the table. That's where she feels safe.

Before I could enter the bathroom, I felt a tingling pain in the soles of my feet. Yan Xiaojing lifted her leg and pulled out a small piece of pottery from her heel. Strange for her, she bent down to check and found that the pottery bowl that had been placed on the living room table was lying quietly on the ground, broken to pieces.

She frowned, trying to clear her mind.

It must have been accidentally knocked off when he fled home after the first attack.

Xiao Lingyun returned to the bedroom on the ground floor of Lu Qingyang's mansion, and fatigue followed. He locked the door, unloaded his weapon, and pulled a worn, carved chest from his closet. He opened the lid of the box and took out a black marble slab about 120 centimeters square and 10 centimeters thick. After placing the slate in the middle of the room, he took a velvet bag from the box and threw it on the bed. Then he undressed, showered, shaved off, and walked naked back to his bedroom. He pulled the ribbon from the mouth of the bag and poured a pile of rough diamonds the size of pebbles that had been simply cut onto the slate. The emptied velvet bag slipped from his hand and fell quietly to the floor. Xiao Lingyun lowered his head and began to pray in the language of the fox spirit handed down from ancient times, and his tone was subdued along with the prayer - he was mourning Lu Qingyang's death. After finishing the eulogy, he fell directly to his knees on the stone slab. He closed his eyes and placed his palms on his thighs in a regular manner, letting the weight of his whole body press against his heels, feeling the sharp diamonds pierce into his flesh.

The rite of death required him to remain motionless throughout the day, paying tribute to his friends with pain and blood.

At this moment, he saw the figure of Lu Qingyang's goddaughter in his mind.

He regretted a little that he shouldn't have entered Yan Xiaojing's apartment in that way. He just wanted to introduce himself and explain to her why he needed himself, but he almost scared her half to death. Originally, he was also going to tell Yan Xiaojing that he would go to the ordinary man who wanted to rape her to settle accounts.

However, at least then he handled the farce neatly and beautifully.

From the moment he entered the room, Yan Xiaojing rushed towards the door with fear, trying to escape from the door. Xiao Lingyun had to put her into a slight coma, erasing her memory. After carrying her onto the sofa bed, Xiao Lingyun wanted to leave immediately, but he stopped like a ghost. He stood in front of the bed, staring with a blurred gaze at the bright contrast between her black hair and the white pillow, almost voraciously breathing in the scent of her body.

He felt the thirst for love rising from his lower abdomen.

Before leaving Yan Xiaojing's apartment, Xiao Lingyun locked all the doors and windows, and couldn't help but look back at her again, thinking of Lu Qingyang, her father.

Xiao Lingyun retracted his thoughts and concentrated on resisting the pains that were gathering in his thighs.

The blood oozed out slowly and uninterruptedly, staining the entire marble slab red, Xiao Lingyun seemed to see the face of the deceased appear in front of him, and felt the bond between the two of them when he was alive.

Lu Qingyang, together with himself, dedicated all his years to protect the fox spirit clan. At this point, Xiao Lingyun owes him a favor. Therefore, for the glory of his brother, he must fulfill this last request.

Whether it's a half-human or a fox spirit, Xiao Lingyun swore that Lu Qingyang's goddaughter would never go home alone at night in the future, and would never face refining alone. Will find a way to help her.

It wasn't until 6 a.m. that Charunwang finished Owens' report. At the time of his imprisonment, Owens expressed his frustration with a group of drug dealers and hooligans, so Chalunwang carefully created a lot of spelling mistakes in the report, and succeeded in getting the central processing system to choose which form to fill. By the end, all 23 printers in the bureau were working like crazy.