Chen Rong became the source, constantly emitting the smell of rotting corpses.

The lemon-scented freshener quickly dissipated, and was occupied by the strong smell of corpses, and even ventilation could not blow away the diffuse smell.

Even if Meng Quan didn't care about his wife's decay, his physiology couldn't bear it.

So when his wife came to him with a disgusting stench of corpse and hugged him, he used great perseverance to overcome the cramping stomach.

Until her face came up and asked for a kiss......

Three minutes later.

"Gross-"

Meng Quan lay on the edge of the pool, took away the toothbrush and spit out the foam in his mouth.

Gulp and rinse your mouth with a sip of water, spit it out. Meng Dog wiped his face, raised his head, and looked at himself in the mirror with bloodshot eyes.

In just three days, he was already much haggard.

Turning off the faucet, Meng Quan walked out of the bathroom.

The wife, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, turned her head, her face was crawling with ugly corpse spots, and smiled euphemistically: "What do you want to eat for breakfast?" ”

The skin around her neck twisted together, and rings of black-purple bruises were steady.

"No, we'...... Order takeout to eat. ”

Meng Quan's eyes were full of distress, smiled, walked to the sofa and picked up his mobile phone to order takeout.

Chen Rong leaned over as usual, lying on his legs.

Meng Quan subconsciously stroked his wife's long dry hair, and wrapped his fingertips around a large number of fallen long hair. He had to turn around and touch his wife's cheek, the fluid under his skin swimming away with the movement of his fingers like a waterbed.

Finally, Meng Quan grabbed his wife's palm and crossed his fingers to hold it.

"Hee-hee-hee......" his wife pillowed his lap, ate and laughed a few times, and then complained softly: "I don't know what's going on, I feel like my brain is getting dumber day by day......"

Swiping his finger on the screen, Meng Quan's color was complicated.

Has the rot started to affect the brain......

How much time do he and his wife have left?

Chen Rong didn't notice her husband's pause, and continued: "Richard called me just now, and it took me a long time to remember who he was? ”

"Who is he?" Meng Quan noticed that it was an unfamiliar name.

"A former classmate." Chen Rong said indifferently.

Meng Quan secretly made a note of it, continued to order takeout, and watched the morning news with his wife in his arms.

[A young girl in the flower season was forced to commit suicide by rumors, it's really scary to think about. This kind of thing may still be happening all the time, but we don't know it yet. Dr. Zhao Lijuan, as an expert on adolescent psychological problems, what do you think of this kind of thing......]

It seems that something big has happened in Pingling recently, but Meng Quan has not experienced it to care about anything else.

"You haven't folded the quilt yet, have you?"

"Hmm...... It seems that there is none. ”

"Lazy worm, I'll go fold the quilt."

Meng Quan let go of his wife and walked to the bedroom.

The bed was a mess, and the sheets and bedding were stained with blood.

Meng Quan tidied up casually and quietly touched his wife's mobile phone.

The mobile phone password 0513 is his birthday.

Flipping through the chat history, I found a call log from a few minutes ago.

Turning his head and glancing at the door, Meng Quan quietly clicked on the record and chose to broadcast it.

[Di - Di - Di - Di - Sorry, your call is temporarily unanswered, please call again later. Sorry……】

There was no answer on the other end of the phone.

Meng Quan thought about deleting the call log.

Maybe it's because I'm thinking too much.

After a while, the takeaway was delivered, and Meng Quan went downstairs to pick it up. He deliberately left the address downstairs so that the delivery man would not find the smell of corpses in his home.

After going back to his room for breakfast, the time was not far from where he went to work.

Meng Quan hesitated slightly and sent a leave request to the manager.

For the rest of the time, he had to spend all his time with his wife.

She was still sitting on the sofa watching TV, and she had no doubt why Meng Quan didn't go to work.

Meng Quan came in with a bucket and a mop, and the liquid in the bucket had a pungent smell - it was full of disinfectant.

The mop is dipped in water, leaving wet marks on the floor.

The smell of disinfectant came out, counteracting with the smell of corpses in the room, and took the upper hand.

Smelling the smell of disinfectant water that had not dispersed for a long time, Meng Quan suddenly understood why the hospital would use disinfectant water.

The smell of disinfectant quickly covered up the smell of corpses, at least Meng Quan could no longer smell them, but when he got close to his wife, the lingering corpse smell lingered on the tip of his nose again.

In any case, things are approaching on the bright side.

Especially at night, Meng Quan was pleasantly surprised to find that his wife's corpse spots did not continue to spread, and the corpse spots on his face even decayed.

This joy lasted until the next morning, when the wife woke up.

The cloudy and white eyes looked at him closely, and his pupils were almost invisible.

She scrambled to her feet and walked to the bathroom like a walking corpse.

"Wife? Chen Rong? Meng Quan subconsciously called.

Chen Rong turned his head stiffly, his voice was lifeless and lifeless: "I'll take a bath......"

In Chen Rong's body, something called consciousness is fading.

Meng Quan, who has been making up for the knowledge of corpses in the past few days, knows that it will become even worse next.

The day passed calmly.

At night, when Meng Quan hugged his wife and fell asleep, her murmuring sounded in his ears.

"Do you love me......"

He opened his eyes and found his wife looking at him, staring at him with cloudy eyes.

"Of course I love you." Meng Quan kissed her forehead lightly, not caring about the smell.

"Then let's ...... Blend into ...... One. ”

The wife twitched suddenly, and her tone gradually became strange.

At the forehead that Meng Quan had kissed, the skull was broken, and a blood-red tentacle drilled out, straightened, and stretched out towards him.

True love exists, but true love also has its bottom line.

At this moment, how deep his love for her used to be, how deep his fear is now.

Meng Quan pushed Chen Rong away, grabbed his clothes in shock, and rushed out of the door.

"Husband, don't go—"

Chen Rong's cry came from behind him, like a terrible scream, dragging a long cry and a tail.

Boom!

The door was heavily closed, and Meng Quantou did not flee away.

For the next three days, Meng Quan stayed in the company. I work during the day and rest in the office at night in the name of overtime.

But his thoughts flew home irrepressibly.

Finally, early in the morning of the seventh day after Chen Rong's disappearance and return, in the majestic rain, Meng Quan, who couldn't let go of his wife, ran home.

Pushing open the door, the smell of corpses permeated the room, but it was not strong.

He forgot to close the door, and looked for the bedroom study in a daze, but the smell of corpses had no source, which meant that his wife was no longer here.

Bang Dang –

The hallway echoed with the sound of the door closing, and an elderly woman walked out of the next door, stopped as she passed the door, and asked suspiciously, "What stinks?" ”

Meng Quan was taken aback, and casually made up: "I'm sorry Sister Wang, didn't my daughter-in-law go back to her parents' house a while ago, and I didn't cook by myself, but the leftovers stinked, and I ventilate it now, I'm sorry." ”

"Oh, it's okay, I'll just ask casually." The old woman walked away slowly.

Meng Quan sat back on the sofa and hugged his head.

In the empty and dead gray living room, he sat alone in the middle of the sofa.

His wife's voice and smile seemed to echo in his ears.

Meng Quan felt melancholy in his heart.

He knew he had lost her forever.