The drawer of the desk was gently pulled open, and a book with a black cover lay quietly inside.

Zhuo Xuan cautiously slowly pulled the book out of the drawer. When he opened it, he realized that it was nothing more than a notebook in which he kept some diary notes.

"On May 21, I joined them."

"On the 30th of May, I got what I wanted from them, which will surely benefit my condition."

……

It was mostly such a short record, but Zhuo Xuan couldn't distinguish the information that was beneficial to him from it, he took the notebook and pondered for a while, but suddenly thought of the "book" in Lin Sicheng's mouth just now.

Of course, diaries and books can't be generalized, and there are indeed some useful things recorded on them, but Zhuo Xuan also knows that if ordinary people get these, I'm afraid they will leave satisfied.

However, what he was looking for was the "beast".

The book related to the "beast".

He put his eyes back on the drawer, the open drawer was empty at this time, the black notebook was grabbed by Zhuo Xuan, he stared at the drawer, but seemed to see through it.

If it's an institution......

Does this drawer board look a little too thick?

From the outside, the drawer should have a considerable amount of space, but when you open the drawer, the space inside is much smaller.

"So that's ......" Zhuo Xuan's hand stroked. Touch in the light. On the slippery drawer board, I suddenly realized what the problem was.

This drawer resembles a magic prop, and there is a small compartment above the drawer, which means that when Zhuo Xuan opened the drawer for the first time, he saw a diary. If it weren't for Zhuo Xuan using a non-existent script to disguise himself as Zhao Yusen, I am afraid that he would have thought that this was the secret, so he left contentedly.

But after confirming the existence of the "organ" from Lin Sicheng's mouth, Zhuo Xuan knew that there was definitely a real "book" under this drawer.

He closed the drawer and pulled it out again, and sure enough, there was a mezzanine below, and above the mezzanine, a book with a yellow cover came into Zhuo Xuan's eyes.

"Three Days of Change, Be a New Self".

I'm afraid that's it.

When Zhuo Xuan took the book out of the drawer, a little imperceptible spark suddenly lit up. The moment the flame appeared, Zhuo Xuan's heart hung in his throat, and then he watched as the flame quickly climbed up to the back of the book.

This change happened suddenly, Zhuo Xuan was shocked, and the book in his hand was thrown to the ground by him, making a "pop" sound.

When he looked at the mezzanine of the drawer, he realized that there was a small hole under the book, and in the hole was a small bottle of pungent high-concentration alcohol.

"It turns out that this is the ...... of the mechanism" Zhuo Xuan watched the books being completely burned, gritting his teeth desperately, but he couldn't do anything.

"Tamamori?"

Lin Sicheng seemed to appear quietly behind Zhuo Xuan, and the moment Zhuo Xuan turned around, in Lin Sicheng's eyes, his face first became blurred, and then changed into the appearance of a strange man.

"You, who are you!" Lin Sicheng was shocked, and when he saw the books on the ground that had been burned to charcoal, his face was even more gloomy, "You are not Yusen!" ”

Where did Zhuo Xuan dare to continue to stay here, who knew if Lin Sicheng had any other weirdness, he slammed into Lin Sicheng, and was about to run in the direction of the door.

When Zhuo Xuan ran all the way out of the corridor, but still didn't see Lin Sicheng chasing after him, he couldn't help but feel slightly relieved, but the moment he turned around, he was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat.

Lin Sicheng stood at the window, staring at Zhuo Xuan with a cold expression, staring at him like this, as if he wanted to turn himself into a sculpture.

Zhuo Xuan cursed in his heart, his body turned into a corner, and disappeared completely.

--

Zhou Xueqiu stared at Lin Xinyu fiercely, and his body pressed hard. On top of Lin Xinyu's body, she held her right hand holding the utility knife with both hands, and the blade was a little deeper. into her skin.

The increasingly intense pain made Lin Xinyu's expression gradually distorted, but at the moment when Zhou Xueqiu decided to kill him, Lin Xinyu's eyes suddenly revealed a trace of confusion.

"Senior Xueqiu!"

Immediately after, Lin Xinyu's eyes widened, and a look of fear appeared on her face, as if she had just felt Zhou Xueqiu's killing intent, but the knife was tightly attached to her skin, and the red blood slowly remained, so that she did not dare to act rashly.

Zhou Xueqiu was stunned at first, and then realized that Lin Xinyu had returned to normal, so he hesitantly put away the knife.

Otherwise, just kill her, anyway, under the influence of the task of containing the "beast", killing people is no longer a shocking thing.

However, he didn't really kill after all, but held the utility knife in his hand, as if waiting for things to turn around.

Lin Xinyu's chest rose and fell violently, she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her, she only felt that her consciousness was chaotic, and after she regained consciousness, she saw the terrifying scene in front of her.

She even had some doubts about whether the Zhou Xueqiu in front of her was really Zhou Xueqiu, or a strange man with the same appearance?

She got up from the sofa, took a little toilet paper under the gaze of Zhou Xueqiu's cold gaze, and silently wiped the blood flowing from her neck.

Or at that moment, he really wanted to kill himself.

"How much do you remember?" Zhou Xueqiu spoke, his voice cold.

Lin Xinyu was stunned: "What? ”

"I ask you, how much do you remember?"

"I don't remember," Lin Xinyu shook his head in horror, "I don't know what happened at all." ”

Zhou Xueqiu is no longer corrected. Wrapping, just as he was about to leave Lin Xinyu's residence, the phone suddenly rang.

It was Zhuo Xuan who called.

"Xueqiu, I went to Lin Xinyu and Zhao Yusen's house, and burned the book......"

quickly recounted what happened, and Zhou Xueqiu's heart was relieved.

But an even bigger speculation came to his mind.

If the book that influenced Lin Xinyu was placed in Lin Sicheng's place, would the book that controlled Lin Sicheng's thoughts be placed in Lin Xinyu's place?

He turned his head again, looked at Lin Xinyu who was at a loss, and said hesitantly, "Do you remember a book your father gave you?" ”

"What book?"

Lin Xinyu looked surprised, she didn't know what was going on until now, maybe everything in front of her was just a dream. She only vaguely remembered the last time she had seen her father and persuaded him to come home, but she couldn't remember what they had talked to.

It's like a dream, I wake up from the dream, but I can't remember anything about the dream.