"......" Wen Jie was also silent for a while.

Looking forward to being retained, looking forward to gaining a foothold in M City, how could he not understand Zhao Xiaolong's thoughts.

Children like them from the countryside have high hopes from their families.

It seems that staying in the big city and having a decent job is to shine on the lintel, and it is something that makes the parents' faces shine.

"I'll take the morning bus back tomorrow, and if you go back too, we'll meet at the long-distance bus station tomorrow."

"Okay, it's the nine o'clock bus in the morning, right?"

"Yes!"

……

Jia Nan was very satisfied with An Ran's dismissal of Huang Weiwei.

After complimenting her, he turned and left.

"Brother Jia Nan, dinner is ready!" An Ran's crisp voice came with the whine of the range hood.

"Oh, I've eaten it, you can eat it yourself!" Jia Nan turned around and walked through the hall and went upstairs.

An Ran looked strangely at Jia Nan's figure walking under the crystal chandelier.

He sighed sadly.

She knew that Jia Nan hadn't eaten dinner, and there was no fireworks on her body at all.

If you eat outside, the restaurant is all fried and fried, and all kinds of flavors are gathered.

It's impossible to think of a taste that doesn't get contaminated at all.

Brother Jia Nan has something on his mind.

It can be seen that Huang Weiwei likes Brother Jia Nan very much today.

Brother Jia Nan seems to be a little special about that Huang Weiwei.

The girl's mind is delicate, especially a girl at An Ran's age who is just beginning to fall in love.

It is because he is special to Huang Weiwei that he deliberately draws a line with Huang Weiwei.

Those who can be invited to eat at home emphasize that they are human beings......

It seems that he can't face Huang Weiwei alone, otherwise why would he hide out?

How to look at how hypocritical.

An Ran touched his face, and good-looking people would be worried about who they loved.

She knew she was ugly, and her troubles were...... Will she still have love in this life?

When Jia Nan arrived in the bedroom, he locked himself in the room.

He couldn't figure out what was going on with him today?

let Wen Jie go for no reason.

He indirectly caused so many people to die, and let him kill people with his own hands......

He couldn't even get his hands on it!

His hands were trembling slightly in his pockets......

He couldn't even do it!

He fell to his knees, and when his knees hit the ground, the hard floor reacted strongly, and his knees ached.

He lifted the latex mattress and propped up the bed, placing a dusty black box in the storage space under the bed.

It's something that resembles a shoe box, and if other people see it, they will only think that it might contain a pair of shoes.

The material of the cardboard shell, the pure black box surface, there is not a word on the box.

The workmanship is also a bit rough, like the kind of self-paste, used to hold some bits and pieces.

Anyway, such an ugly and dilapidated box is completely out of tune with all kinds of modern electrical appliances in the bedroom, with the bedroom decoration, with the villa, and with the locomotive.

One can't help but wonder, how could Jia Nan keep such a broken box and what was inside?

At this moment, he angrily took out the box.

Lift it up and fall to the ground.

Boom, the box was already very worn, and the box body was divided by such a strong fall.

"Bang la la"

A pile of white paper was scattered on the ground.

Jia Nan silently stared at the pieces of paper on the ground......

Pain spread in his heart, and he grabbed the paper on the ground uncontrollably and tore it desperately......

Seeing the portraits painted on the paper being torn apart, torn apart, and becoming torn apart, the portraits on the paper were mutilated.

Hahaha......

Jia Nan knelt on the piece of paper, hung his head weakly, laughing madly and lonely.

Laughing and laughing tears overflowed,

Tear-wet cheeks,

wet the paper on the ground,

The portrait on the paper became blurry in his eyes, becoming more and more blurry.

In a blur, he seemed to see the portraits on the paper and lunge at him.

The blurry picture becomes clear and unusually clear.

It's a portrait of Wenjie,

20-year-old Wen Jie,

30-year-old Wen Jie,

40-year-old Wen Jie,

According to the characteristics of human bones, the computer deduces several age groups of Wenjie.

It should be said that the painting is still very similar, even if people who don't know Wen Jie, at a glance, they also know that it is Wen Jie.

So how could Jia Nan not recognize it!

He has been looking for Wenjie for more than ten years!

He searched all over M City and satellite cities, and screened people who resembled this portrait over and over again.

But 30-40-year-old Wen Jie, he always can't match.

And the growing hatred made him lose patience.

He was so impressed by the 20-year-old Wenjie that he only needed to see a young man who looked like Wenjie.

will be uncontrollably want to take revenge!

He knew that he had a mental illness, and he went to gnaw on psychology books, and it was useless.

He began to suffer from insomnia, and in order to be able to fall asleep, he went to learn hypnosis again.

Put on soothing music every day, or keep your eyes open until dawn all night long.

Until one day, he tried to kill a young man......

As a result, one young man after another died mysteriously.

Soon, he'll be in a deeper mood of revenge......

Sometimes when he looked in the mirror, he didn't believe that he had designed to kill those people.

Is he a man or a devil!

Does a man like him deserve to be loved or loved?

has already lost a Cheng Xiaohui, do you want to lose Huang Weiwei again?

Wen Jie, this Wen Jie, this person he desperately searched for but couldn't find.

It was as if it had fallen from the sky and appeared in front of him.

Kill him!

He must be killed!

Only by killing Wen Jie can he end the pain that has tormented him all the time.