Chapter Seventy-Nine: Bai Ruoshui Visits
Xu Zhimo changed when he said this, he became a little terrifying and bloodthirsty.
"This matter has nothing to do with Wang Geng, it has nothing to do with anyone, you don't want to involve others."
I don't want to involve Wang Geng when I am about to die, I know that Wang Geng is also very powerful, but where can Mingli hide from the hidden gun?
Xu Zhimo wanted to kill him, and according to his IQ plan, Wang Geng would definitely die. And Xu Zhimo can still get out of the way, after all, the means of solving cases in this era are not so advanced.
"Are you scared? So why did you bother in the first place? ”
Xu Zhimo grinned, he laughed unscrupulously, and the pig-killing knife in his hand was also raised high, this knife down, I will definitely die.
"Do you know why you chose a pig-killing knife? Hehehehe~"
Bai Ruoshui laughed earnestly, and continued: "Because of the murderous aura, you can never be reincarnated and you can't take revenge!" ”
"Xu Zhimo, you can't be like this, ah~"
Immediately afterward, all I saw was a flash of white light.
"Xiao Man, Xiao Man~ Are you having a nightmare?"
In the blur, I only felt that someone was calling me, and I opened my eyes vigorously, and it turned out to be Xu Zhimo.
The room was lit with candles, and the faint candlelight shone on Xu Zhimo's face, and he looked at me anxiously, his hands still shaking me.
"Shima?"
My mind quickly recalled what had just happened, was it just a dream?
I remember that I was still thinking about the strange things that Bai Ruoshui suddenly appeared in the dance hall, and when I woke up again, I was sitting in the living room, could it really be a nightmare just now?
"Xiao Man, you dreamed just now, I saw that your scared sweat was soaking through your clothes, hurry up and change your clothes, don't hang it!"
Xu Zhimo looked at me worriedly, and only then did I realize that even my hair was wet.
I nodded and didn't speak, since it's a dream, I can't let Xu Zhimo see the clues, otherwise it will really be a waste of all my efforts, but I can't let a dream reveal my affairs.
Lying down again, he almost didn't fall asleep, Xu Zhimo slept peacefully and didn't ask anything. It was almost dawn when I closed my eyes vaguely.
"Miss, would you like to get up and get something to eat? It's okay to drink porridge too! ”
I vaguely heard someone talking outside, it was Wang Ma.
I woke up and looked around, Xu Zhimo was long gone, only a few rays of yellow sunlight penetrated through the crack in the door.
I got up and opened the door, and Wang Ma was standing outside the door, still holding a bowl of hot millet porridge in her hand, and it was very fragrant when she asked.
"Mother Wang, what time is it now?"
I looked at the sky and felt like the sun was about to go down in rhythm, did I sleep all day?
"Miss, it's the second half of the day, and the sun will have to set in a few days, I'm afraid you'll be hungry, so I'll make you a bowl of porridge for you to drink."
Wang Ma was very kind when she spoke, she took the rice porridge into the room and put it on the table, and then pushed it out in a proper manner, she usually never entered our room.
"Mother Wang, thank you, I'll wash up first, and then drink porridge!"
Wang Ma smiled and nodded, and went to work on other things.
Since I came to this courtyard, I haven't seen Wang Ma sit down and play for a day. There are only three of us living in the entire royal compound here, and the other rooms are empty.
The family does not have to feed a pig or raise a cow like in the countryside. All the living problems are Xu Zhimo's expenses, and his salary is now enough for us, so we can eat as much as we want.
Wang's mother cooks a meal for us every day, I am used to washing the clothes by myself, and Xu Zhimo also washes his own clothes, so I don't want my help.
But Wang Ma is too busy every day, I really don't know what she's busy with, except for the day when she eats, she will come to the living room, almost always stay in the back kitchen.
Every time I was curious, I wanted to go to the back kitchen to see what Wang Ma was busy with every day, but every time I was pushed back by Wang Ma.
Say it's dirty in the back kitchen, don't go in, Miss has to look like a young lady, who said to go into the back kitchen? said that at that time, Wang Yaoyao always wanted to enter the back kitchen, but she was not allowed, this is the rule, otherwise it will be unlucky.
Every time I hear Wang's mother say this, I don't want to forcibly break in again, I'm afraid that I will make Wang's mother angry, anyway, I don't have anything to do after I go, so I won't go.
But I'm really curious about what's in the back kitchen, why it's dirty, don't I cook breakfast for my grandparents occasionally at home?
The nanny in the house has never hindered me, but will praise me for being filial and a good girl.
For a long time to come, I didn't have a chance to attack Xu Zhimo, and he is now flying everywhere in the north and south, one moment in Beijing and the other in Nanjing.
He is now applying for a professorship at several universities and has a busy day at work, with less time to go home. I feel like I'm back to the life I had with Wang Geng.
What's more important is that I need to find a chance to start, I need to kill Xu Zhimo, I really can't afford to spend it like this, if it goes on like this, when can I go back?
Slowly, I felt that I couldn't wait, and my mood was also very frizzy, so I called Fusu out directly several times, and went to sleep after arguing with him.
Fusu is directly the rhythm of being blinded, and at the beginning, I will think that I am nervous, and I will find fault with nothing, and I will quarrel with me and have a few words.
But later, he simply stopped talking, no matter how much I scolded him or made noise, he just sat stunned and didn't say a word.
A few times I even fell asleep, so that I didn't feel any sense of existence at all. But one thing that is better is that no matter whether I quarrel or not, Fusu will show up in time when I call, and he will not complain.
Once again, I asked him on a whim, saying that you knew that I was calling you out to quarrel, and you were also annoyed by the quarrel, but why did you show up?
I was so touched by his answer that I was stunned.
"But what if you call me out and it's not a quarrel? What if you're in a hurry or in danger? I'm afraid something will happen to you! ”
I was really moved at the time, if there was really a person who was so good to me in reality, how good it would be, I have no regrets in my life, but unfortunately Fusu and I are destined to be fruitless.
This is inversely proportional to the story of the wolf, the first time the peasants will go up the mountain to save the children who are herding sheep, the second time they will go, the third time although they question, but they still go, but when the fourth time they will not go, even if the wolf really comes, they will not go.
From this incident, Fusu was really good to me. Otherwise, he would have been like a peasant, who would have appeared once or twice and then simply not appeared, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything to him anyway.
"Miss, there is a young lady outside the door, saying that she is your good sister, she looks very cute, called Bai Ruoshui!"
On this day, I also seemed bored, reading a book in the living room, and Wang's mother's words made me smart, and Bai Ruo really came.
It's been so long, according to the time here, I'm afraid it's been almost a year, she hasn't come over, and I've already returned to Beijing for her.
That dream flashed in my mind, my dream has always been quite accurate, I hope today is fake.
"Oh? Here she comes? I'll pick her up! ”
I pretended to be happy, cleared my throat, and walked towards the gate. I have to pay attention to every word I say today, don't let Bai Ruoshui take advantage of the loophole.
"Sister Manman? I'm sorry, I came to see you last time, and you won't be mad at me after coming for so long, right? ”
As soon as I walked to the door, Bai Ruoshui pounced, carrying a few gift boxes in her hands, paper ones. It's exactly the same as the box in the dream.
I quickly looked outside to see if Xu Zhimo was hiding outside, and if he was holding a pig-killing knife in his hand.
"Are you embarrassed to say that? I didn't come for so long, I thought you forgot me, it's good that you came today, if you don't come, I have to pretend I don't know you the next time we meet again! ”
I looked, and there was indeed no one outside, so I was relieved to pull Bai Ruoshui inside.
"Hehehehe, I know Sister Manman won't do this, you love me the most!"
Bai Ruoshui grinned, followed me inside, and looked at the courtyard, this scene was so familiar to me, and it was exactly the same as in the dream.
"Sister Manman, you are really big here, how many people live here?"
I jerked my head up, and it didn't make much difference what I asked, so could the next sentence be to ask if there was any ghost here?
"Why are you looking at me like that? Scare me, you know? Is this a difficult question to answer? Can't the number of people who live here? ”
Bai Ruoshui sat down, holding her chin and looking at me, her eyes blinking, quite cute. But this sentence always makes me think about the ghosts on the Internet, I can't count them, does it mean that there are too many ghosts here to count?
That's what she said, didn't it?
I felt like I had paranoia, schizophrenia. I always care too much about Bai Ruoshui's every word, every time she says a word, I will think more, I will think about what it means, what mysteries are hidden, and whether it is playing tricks on me.
It's so tiring to chat like this, could it be that the dream is not accurate? At this point, I wish that dream wasn't accurate at all.
It's so uncomfortable.
"Ruoshui, drink tea!"
At this time, it happened that Wangmo came over with tea, and I changed the topic in time, Bai Ruoshui didn't think much about it, and said: "I'm still a little thirsty!" Then he took the tea and drank it.
"What have you been busy with all this time?"
I'm just thinking now that it's best not to mention the topic of the quadrangle, lest something go wrong.