Sitting in the dark space, Ronan habitually touched his chin.

The image of opening the refrigerator lingers in my mind.

Looking at the shape and size of the object, it looks very much like a human hand bone.

For a moment, Ronan suspected that the bone was left behind by Catherine's murder.

But soon, he dismissed this reasoning.

The color of the bones is not dry, unlike the white bones of living people, and they look a little old.

To say that the hand bone is an ornament, Ronan absolutely does not believe it, no one would freeze that kind of thing in the refrigerator.

It's not a jewelry, is it really a human hand bone?

Want to get a new one because it's so old?

Ronan felt a tingling in his scalp.

Not only do you want your own body, but you also want your own hands?

It's scary to think about.

I really don't have a clue, only read the file.

When I opened my eyes, I was back in Catherine's boudoir.

A scent came from behind him.

Ronan!

You can't do this!

There is a good chance that there are hand bones in the refrigerator!

Seeing Catherine kiss her, Ronan turned around and reached forward.

The soft feel made him unable to exert his strength.

The rhythmic push of his palms forward, making Catherine think that he was trying to resist and welcome, but only became more excited.

"Don't lick...... Lick...... Ears ......"

Ronan's own strength is too scummy, and he is not an opponent at all, and he was soon ridden by Catherine.

The mouth says no, but the body is very honest.

Ronan passively accepted the chemistry, with no expression on his face.

He wanted to see what would be the follow-up plot development if he didn't open the refrigerator?

Could there be any other clues?

After finishing the matter, Catherine picked up Ronan's forehead and kissed it, then turned around and walked out of the room: "Honey, I'll take a shower, you wait for me in the room obediently." ”

Lying down on the soft bed, Ronan stared at the fiery red ceiling, feeling a little anxious inside.

He stretched out his right hand and saw that there was a tattoo of a small snake on his right wrist, which was left by the main body.

The door to the boudoir was open, and the rattling of the next bathroom was clearly audible.

At this time, Ronan was in the time of a sage and would never think about the bathroom. AVI this kind of messy content.

He was thinking, what is the real meaning of this strategy?

After a while, Catherine wiped her hair with a bath towel and returned to her room.

She looked at Ronan lying on the bed, and her eyes were full of smiles: "Very obedient." ”

Ronan was thinking and ignored her.

Catherine rummaged for something from under the bed, making a clattering sound.

After a while, she handed him a black blindfold: "Come, bring it." ”

Ronan, who was thinking, turned his head and looked at Catherine strangely: "Are you really coming?"

"Well. Catherine, like coaxing a child, took the initiative to come over: "I'll bring it for you." ”

Ronan sighed and didn't resist.

He wanted to see what new tricks Catherine was going to play.

With the blindfold on, Ronan couldn't see anything.

A cold sensation came from his wrist, and he felt like he was locked in bed.

Click.

His ankles were not spared, and he was now in a 'big' shape, completely tied to the bed.

"I didn't expect you to have such a hobby?"

Ronan's heart was pounding, and there was a small emotion of anticipation.

The next second, something with a strange taste was stuffed into his mouth.

Why not a candle or a whip?

Will you be able to!

After two smacks, Catherine leaned into his ear.

At such a close distance, Ronan could clearly feel the heat in his ears.

Before he could usher in heavenly enjoyment, Catherine's words directly pulled him into hell.

"I'm sorry, dear. I'm going to do it quickly, trying not to hurt you. ”

Ronan realized that something was wrong and made a noise, trying to get Catherine to take what was in his mouth.

But in an instant, he felt a heart-piercing pain at the end of his arm.

Σ//(°Д°;) っ

Yes!

I can eat, and I can hold a knife with my right hand!

Before Ronan could scream, an even more intense stabbing pain came from the part of his heart.

[The protagonist is dead]

【Please select a file to read】

......

I'll throw you Rem!

The instant death in front of him was painful for a second at most, and Ronan still had a trace of luck for Catherine.

Now chopping off his hand and stabbing his heart again, such a bad behavior made him completely lose his thoughts!

This crazy woman!

The thought of his hand bones being frozen in the refrigerator made Ronan shudder.

Staring at the light curtain in front of him, the boudoir file can't go back.

Ronan raised his hand and clicked on the original save.

But in the blink of an eye, he returned to the bathroom of the financial company.

At this time, he had just come out of Catherine's office.

Rinsing his face with cold water, Ronan returned to his workstation.

Raiders, raiders, is it to find out her hidden secrets?

It's a big head.

In the blink of an eye, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.

Catherine walked over to her desk and knocked on the table, "Go wait for me outside." ”

"Okay. Ronan nodded, no joy on his face.

Take the elevator and exit the Financial Building.

Before she could honk her horn, Ronan expertly pulled the door open and sat down.

Catherine, like last time, turned on the car music and played a few flirtatious love songs, but Ronan couldn't listen to them at all.

The car stopped, and the two got out of the car.

Seeing Catherine pulling out the key to open the door, Ronan stopped her: "My phone is out of battery, can you lend me a call?"

Catherine smiled slightly, did not refuse, unlocked it and handed over the phone.

Picking up the phone, Ronan deliberately kept a certain distance from the door of her house and dialed the police.

In the microphone, the female operator's voice was very gentle: "Okay, sir, your question has been recorded, and the police we sent will arrive in ten minutes." ”

Ronan hung up the phone and glanced in the direction of Catherine's door.

If you go into the house and drag it for 10 minutes, the variables are too great.

It's better to pretend to be on the phone outside and delay the time.

If you are undecided, file it first.

He summons the light curtain and does [Save].

During this period, Catherine also came out once.

Ronan pretended to be on the phone, covered the microphone, and told her to come in when she was done.

Twelve minutes later, a police car arrived, and two officers, one fat and one thin, walked in the car.

Ronan greeted him, deliberately not mentioning Catherine's special ability, so as not to be taken for a fool: "Mr. Officer, I saw a person's hand bones in the refrigerator on the second floor of her house. ”

The fat and thin policeman glanced at each other and touched the gun on his waist.

This is likely to be a murder case, and if it is dealt with, a salary increase is expected!

Without further ado, the two followed Ronan up the steps.

At this moment, the thin officer stopped: "Bob, let's go straight in, it's not quite in accordance with the rules." ”

"Isn't this someone reporting the crime?" the fat officer glared at the thin officer, leaned over and whispered, "Do you still want to get a raise?" ”

Ronan ignored the muttering of the two officers and pushed the door open.

There is no figure of Catherine on the first floor, and it is estimated that it is in the boudoir on the second floor.

At the instigation of the fat officer, the two took out their matching guns and followed Ronan to the second floor.

Catherine sat on the fiery red bed in the boudoir and was very annoyed when she saw Ronan leading the police upstairs: "What do you mean by that?"

Ronan ignored her and walked towards the living room: "The refrigerator is inside." ”

In the face of ironclad evidence, she can't be allowed to quibble!

The police officer has a gun, no matter how strong she is, she will die if she eats bullets.

"This is it. Seeing Catherine's face pale, who was being stared at by the fat officer, Ronan sighed in his heart.

I knew that I could solve it by asking the police uncle for help, so I didn't need to make so much effort.

The skinny cop pulled the refrigerator door and it didn't open.

Ronan took the handle, and the two of them worked together to open the refrigerator door.

Staring at the refrigerator, the corners of Ronan's mouth twitched.

Why is the fridge empty?

How can it be!