The two words "not light" and "not light" have enough deterrent power.

After Song Yuchu went out, Cheng Xiaocheng came in with food.

He put the food on the table: "You eat, you order what you like." ”

Wen Ci looked at the food, and couldn't eat it.

But I picked up my chopsticks and started eating.

He knew that he had a stomach problem, and he must not commit a stomach problem at this time, and if he did, it would be very delayed.

Cheng Xiaocheng watched Wen Ancestral Hall eat, and ate it in his mouth, I don't know how, he was very worried when he saw it.

"Ahem—"

Wen Ci suddenly choked, and Cheng Xiaocheng was startled and immediately stepped forward to ask if there was anything wrong.

He saw that Cheng Xiaocheng was flustered, and he said lightly, "What are you fussing about?" Am I suffering from a terminal illness? ”

"No, I'm afraid you'll choke."

Half of the meal was eaten, and the other half was really not eaten.

In the next time, Wen Ci was in front of the computer, investigating the monitoring of Song Yuchu's house and the monitoring near the medical department.

I sat until eleven o'clock in the evening.

The monitoring has been fully investigated, and nothing is out of the ordinary.

Then the murderer can basically be locked inside.

He leaned back in his chair, his head tilted slightly, staring vacantly at the ceiling, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he moved, raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch, it was almost twelve o'clock.

He lowered his eyes, took the mobile phone on the table and looked at it, except for the news hotspots, there was no news on the mobile phone.

went on WeChat and found Jiang Nian.

[Happy Birthday.] 】

[The gift will be made up for you later.] 】

He sent these two messages, but there was no reply from the other side, probably asleep.

He exhaled slowly.

He was the only one in the entire room, and bleak pieces filled the room.

He closed his lips tightly, desperately suppressing, suppressing, suppressing.

He really can't think about it much, the more he thinks about it, the more his psychology collapses, and the more he thinks about it, the more he can't stand it.

Some memories are like rotten leaves, from vibrant green leaves to falling to decay.

If it is rotten in the roots, it will continue to grow into the bones, and it cannot be separated.

As soon as the cool breeze blew, the smell of rotting permeated the entire tree, and the smell of rotting in the roots instantly swept through, indicating that they had existed.

Just because you don't think about it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

In the darkness of the night, his eyes were astringent, and a stream of heat rushed up, sour, tugging at his heart, tugging at his brain, and at the blood and cells all over his body......

The man took a deep breath and covered his hot eyes with his hands, as if to force back the emotions that had surged up.

……

Jiang Nian was in the room and couldn't sleep for a long time.

All sorts of thoughts swirled around her mind, and the panic and fear under the big tree were still spreading and stretching at the moment.

It was as if a hand would reach out to her at some point and grab her throat until she suffocated......

That man, he seemed to be everywhere.

Once or twice, leaving a shadow.

I can't imagine what would have happened if she hadn't broken free at that time.

"Ding—"

In the quiet room, the mobile phone rang suddenly, and the sound was particularly harsh.

She picked up her mobile phone with her side eyes and looked at it, the news of Wen Ci, in addition to Wen Ci's, there were many people, and they transferred the account to her, wishing her a happy birthday.

She didn't reply.

It's just that the ghost sent the gods, so he clicked on the news of the Wen Temple, and the words on the screen were dazzling.

Happy birthday......

Heh, she's not happy at all.

It was the worst birthday, the one that almost killed her.

But seeing this news, something that she had nowhere to put in her heart seemed to be relieved.

It seems that all the grievances today are worse than this happy birthday.