Zhang Ziyu listened to the silence in the room, wondering that Ah Li had already rested, he stretched his waist, and felt that the pain in his body had disappeared a lot, much better than when he just woke up.

He lay down on the bed, crossed his hands on the back of his head, put his pillow on it, and began to think about what had happened these days.

First of all, there is a person who knows that he will be in danger if he goes out to drink at night, so he has foreseen that he will be injured.

And what about the one who stabbed himself? He stopped himself at that moment, was it to get his attention, and then he would notice him and Su Zicheng, who was chasing him.

That...... If Su Zicheng didn't stop himself, but chased him alone. Then he won't be able to stab me? Zhang Ziyu thought to himself.

It seems that this person knows Su Zicheng very well and knows that he will definitely ask me for help. Then his stabbing of me must have been premeditated.

So after encountering Su Zicheng and coming to the trading house, will it be all designed by someone?

But this person did everything possible to lure himself here, and for what?

Thinking of this, Zhang Ziyu took out a hand from under his head and picked up the mobile phone on the side, staring at the only text message sent by the 'unknown number', thinking about something.

The content of the text message still makes Zhang Ziyu feel a little sensy - this time, I will kill him. Su Zicheng. Right in front of your eyes, let you watch him die in agony little by little. Or wouldn't it be better to give you just a copy of his corpse?

Why is this guy's resentment against Zicheng so deep? Su Zicheng dug up someone's ancestral grave? Or did you destroy the whole family? Zhang Ziyu pursed his mouth.

He was the only one in the empty room, and it was already the second half of the night, Zhang Ziyu felt colder and colder.

He put down his phone, pulled his other hand out from under his head, moved a few times, reached out and pulled up the corner of the quilt and covered his body, and turned over, the quilt completely wrapped itself, and the sudden warmth made him yawn.

"No, you have to sleep, the dog's life is the most important thing." Zhang Ziyu closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already more than ten o'clock in the morning, Zhang Ziyu blinked in a daze, and turned his head sideways to see Ah Qiu sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his mobile phone with a worried expression.

Zhang Ziyu's sideways head movement was captured by Ah Qiu's afterglow, he came back to his senses, the worry on his face was swept away, and he returned to his usual appearance, "Brother Yu, you're awake." ”

Zhang Ziyu didn't answer the stubble, his eyes drifted to Ah Qiu's hand holding his mobile phone, "You, what are you doing with my mobile phone?" ”

"Ah, I'll just look at the time, Brother Yu is so stingy, I'll give it back to you." Ah Qiu pouted, got up and put the phone back to Zhang Ziyu's side, sat down again, and continued: "Brother Yu, do you feel better now, I almost thought you were going to hang up again." ”

"Why are you so crow-beaked." Zhang Ziyu glanced at Ah Qiu.

Ah Qiu on the side sighed with his hands spread out, and shook his head again, "Human beings, they are really fragile, even if they become possessed spirits, they are still so fragile." ”

"Gotta get it, you're strong, and you're talking as if you weren't human before." Zhang Ziyu turned over, covered the quilt, and ignored him anymore, "I'll sleep for a while, don't make noise about me." ”

"Hey, hey." Before Zhang Ziyu could close his eyes, Ah Qiu's lewd laughter came from behind him, "I'...... It's not human, only humans can become possessed, and since I've already said I'm not a possessed spirit, it can't be human. ”

Ah Qiu sat on the stool, holding the stool with both hands, swaying back and forth, the stool slamming against the bed and the ground "click, click".