Take a look at the side, oh my God, there's that kind of cute packaging~

It's something that will be used every month.

Yes!

Where are you looking?

Wen Jie glanced up and down, and there was nothing in the cabinet to cover his mouth and nose.

He looked at the dresser again, Yang Shanshan's dresser was made of pure white lacquer, with a dressing chair of the same color, the same color as the other furniture in the room.

There is a small compartment design under the vanity mirror, and fragmented bottles and cans, and trinkets can be stored in it.

It looks simple and compact, but it is very functional.

Wen Jie came to the dresser and found a pair of sunglasses, which were different from the pair of sunglasses that Yang Shanshan wore when she went to a barbecue party on the weekend.

The lenses are darker in color and the bezels are more three-dimensional......

It should be worn by both men and women, Wen Jie thought like this and put his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

Well...... It looks pretty stylish.

He found another pair of black masks from the drawer of the dresser.

When you're armed, you feel, uh...... It's a bit of a mother.

Cover your face!

It would be nice to have an oxygen mask or a gas mask.

This thought flashed in his mind, and Wen Jie immediately stopped his blind thinking.

He walked from the bedroom to the living room wearing sunglasses, and as soon as he put on the sunglasses, his vision became very dark, and he walked very carefully.

As soon as he came out of the bedroom, he felt a little dizzy.

It's not a headache, it's dizziness, it's like sitting on a high-speed rotating wooden horse.

Letting his body lose his balance, he groped his way against the wall.

When he reached out to wipe the wall, he touched something soft.

He looked sideways,

white

hairy

It turned out to be a huge butterfly rope buckle.

This must be an illusion, how did he hallucinate when he put on sunglasses?

He slapped his face indiscriminately, and his mask and sunglasses were thrown to the ground.

Turning his head to look at the wall, the butterfly rope buckle was not gone, but blood was oozing from it.

The feeling of dizziness and oppression came over him, making him feel like the world was spinning and the living room became extremely dark.

He could see a butterfly rope that was gradually stained with blood, everything was spinning, and many distorted sounds mingled together and drilled into his ears.

Wen Jie fumbled for the switch to the light, ready to turn it on.

The hand touched it, but it was clamped by the other hand.

Who?

In the gray tone, Wen Jie looked at the hands that grabbed him.

Yes!

It was a middle-aged man whose hands were tied with a butterfly rope buckle, and because he was tied by the rope, his two wrists were unnaturally twisted together.

And he grabbed Wen Jie's hand with two pale and crazy hands.

Seeing the butterfly rope buckle on the man's wrist, Wen Jie felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

The pain was accompanied by consternation, and his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and he stood in place and trembled uncontrollably.

Timidly, but expectantly, he looked along the other's wrists.

The blue shirt and blue neckline are black and red because they are stained red with blood.

Immediately after, an incomparably familiar face burst into view!

Yes!

Yes!

Wen Jie exclaimed again and again.

No way.

How is it possible to see your own father here!

Wen Jie forced himself to calm down.

What's wrong with you?

He half-squatted and half-knelt in place, desperately withdrawing his hand and smashing his head hard.

"Wen Jie, if it weren't for you, Dad wouldn't have died!"

His father's voice could be distinguished by Wen Jie in his sleep.

And that,

It is the voice of the father,

Loving and gentle.

He hugged his head and knelt on the ground: "No! ”

This one, the shouting was hoarse.

full of grievances and sadness.

"On my way home, I saw your favorite chocolate ......"

"No!" Wen Jie cried bitterly.

He had in his mind the image of following his father as a child and following him to the village vegetable market.

On the way back, his father bought him a bar of chocolate.

Taking the chocolate from the shopkeeper's hand, Wen Jie couldn't wait to remove the outer packaging of the chocolate and remove a layer of aluminum foil.

The unique sweetness and mellow flavor of cocoa wafts out instantly.

He swallowed, broke off a piece of the black-brown chocolate pressed into two rows of squares, and rewrapped the rest of the chocolate and put it in his pocket.

Reach out and pinch the piece of chocolate in the palm of your hand, bring it to your mouth, stick out your tongue and lick it, melting the fine textures pressed out of the edge of the chocolate layer by layer...... In the end, it will all be put in the mouth.

Tasting the chocolate between the lips and teeth, the silky and rich feeling, and followed my father home with satisfaction.

Then, my father was knocked unconscious,

Blood stained his blue shirt,

Wen Jie had this dream, when he was so frightened that he woke up from his sleep.

But......

It was just a dream!

How could his father have been killed for buying him chocolate?

He had always felt that there was something else hidden in his father's death.

For so many years, he has never given up tracking down the real murderer, hoping that the murderer will get the punishment he deserves.

It's yourself...... Killed my father?

In this moment, he felt that everything was meaningless.

Why are you still alive?

He pounded the ground in a dejected manner, a sense of disillusionment bursting from within.

The hand didn't know what it hit, and there was a tingle.

It's the sunglasses, Yang Shanshan's sunglasses!

Myself...... Didn't you secretly swear to be responsible for Yang Shanshan?

You can't just give up on yourself!

Alive......

How could it be pointless?

At this time, the default ringtone of the Apple phone rang.

Dingdingding......

Wen Jie was excited, and the dizziness seemed to subside a little.

He steadied himself and looked up in the direction of the window, where sunlight filtered through the dark tones.

The dark mass that had just enveloped the room gradually dispersed.

He looked suspiciously in the direction of the light switch in the living room, where ......

There was just his own father standing there!

At the moment, there is nothing but a white wall.

However, I have just ......

What the hell?

He looked down at his hand, he had just smashed the glass of his sunglasses with his fist, and the glass hurt in his hand.

His hands were bleeding constantly, and there seemed to be crystal glass stuck in his flesh.

I took out my phone from my pocket and pressed the answer button.

"Wen Jie, why didn't you come to work today?"

Bai Yu's cynical tone came from the earpiece.

"I'm on leave today, and I have ...... Something? ”

Wen Jie's voice trembled a little, and his breath was still a little unstable.

At this time, if someone saw Wen Jie, they would probably be frightened by his appearance.

He knelt on the ground, cold sweat and tears on his cheeks, blood streaming from his hand holding the phone.

"Yes, the boss's branch is open today, and he will be the east in the evening. Originally, I told you directly at work, but you haven't come yet. ”

Bai Yu said leisurely.

"I ...... I'm not going. ”

Wen Jie looked around at himself at the moment and said sullenly.