It was almost evening, and there was no sunset, and the clouds were shining.

There is no spring and autumn in Guangzhou, only winter and summer, especially from October onwards, and the weather is unpredictable.

Wearing only pajamas, I may have been woken up in the early morning, and by noon, the temperature suddenly rose to 30 degrees, making people dizzy.

It's been raining lately, and the air smells of moss.

Fu Yinger walked through the seafood market with her head down, passing by the corner of the alley that was blocked by the police, and didn't even look at it.

She had taken off her sweater and put it in her school bag, wearing only a simple vest with delicate sweat stains around her neck.

Walking into the Fu'an community and going up to the seventh floor, the mood finally settled down a little. She took off her mask, pulled out her key and opened the door.

Fang Qing was still at home. She was going to work part-time at the pharmacy, but after all, something happened at home, and the pharmacy was on bereavement leave.

In the past, she was the only one in the family.

It's rare to have dinner with my mother.

But it was because my father died.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she whispered, "Mom." "Turn around and hook up the leelist. Fang Qing came over and hugged her from behind, and the mother and daughter snuggled up.

"Did you see Dad?"

"Hmmm......"

"Dad, he'...... How's it going......"

Fang Qing's eyes were red again, and she didn't speak.

Dinner was simple. didn't open the stove, the two ordered a takeout, another bowl of clear soup vermicelli, and didn't finish it.

After that, it's time to do what needs to be done.

Fang Qing flipped through the phone book page by page and called Fu Sizhe's relatives to inform him of his death and the time of the funeral. He spoke in a nasal voice, and his hand holding the phone was shaking.

Fu Yinger didn't go back to the room. She didn't want to be alone, so she did her homework in the living room.

At eight o'clock, Fang Qing stopped calling. Fu Yinger also put away her homework. The mother and daughter sat in their living room chairs and did not speak.

They looked nervous.

In the next second, Fu Yinger's phone rang.

She stood up and pulled out her phone, which was screened with an unfamiliar phone number. The mother and daughter glanced at each other, and Fu Yinger's fingers wandered on the screen without answering.

When the fifth bell rang, the caller hung up on its own.

Fu Yinger ran into the room, took out an old mobile phone from her schoolbag, and hurriedly pressed it to turn it on.

Fang Qing ran to close the balcony door and the window.

The boot screen has just ended, and the phone rings.

"Good evening...... Lovely Miss Fu Yinger. ”

On the other end of the phone, the person who spoke smiled softly and bewitchingly.

The corners of his mouth seem to grin to the root of his ears.

Fu Ying'er pursed her lips, turned on the speaker, and lowered the voice to the extent that only the mother and daughter could hear it closely.

"It's a demon...... Sir? ”

"At certain times...... I want you to call me 'Lan Celin'. ”

Mr. Demon is in a phone booth with no one around. Only the old store in the distance was dimly lit.

"Lan Silin......" Fu Yinger muttered, "Is this 'your' name?" ”

"It's just a little ritual that is necessary to integrate into human society."

Mr. Demon smiled meaningfully:

"I don't have a 'name.'"

"No name......?"

"It's a long story, let's get down to business."

Lan Silin asked:

"Is Miss Fang here?"

Fang Qing replied apprehensively: "Yes." ”

"What is the situation today? Did the police come looking for you? ”

"Yes...... They came to investigate the scene and removed the computers in the study. ”

"Did you ask where you went at the time of the crime?"

"Yes, I will follow what you said and tell him that Ying'er and I went to Tianhe."

"Did the police ask you to provide any evidence?"

"Yes...... I sent him a screenshot of the WeChat payment. He also asked me for a stub for my movie ticket. ”

Mr. Demon grinned.

"Did you do what I told you...... Putting your movie ticket in your trench coat pocket? ”

"Yes, I did."

"That's good. Did they suspect anything? ”

Fang Qing thought for a moment and said:

"They asked me if I had cleaned the study, and I told me the truth."

The other end of the line seemed to take a breath. The tone is soft.

"Good. Miss Fang...... You did very well. Don't worry, Miss Smoke and I will take care of the rest for you. ”

Fang Qing said hello, looked at Fu Ying'er, and pursed her lips again.

"Wait! Blue...... Mr. ”

Mr. Demon's soon-to-be-hung phone hangs in midair.

"What's the matter?"

"Excuse me...... What are your plans for next, can you ...... Tell me and Ying'er? ”

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"I'm sorry, Miss Fang." Lan Silin laughed:

"The less you know about the project in order for the plan to go through, the better."

After a pause, as if he remembered something:

"That's right...... If nothing else, the police should be keeping a closer eye on you from today. Today's inquiry will not be the last. But rest assured, just provide as little information as possible as I said...... Then, just answer everything truthfully. ”

Finally, he closed the coffin and said conclusively:

"Rest assured...... Both mother and daughter will be safe. Remember to turn it off. ”

The phone is only busy.

The street was dark, the phone booth opened its door, and the thin figure walked deeper into the deserted street, passing by the flickering yellow street lights, and the blurred figure gradually became clear.

He smiled.

On the head, on the hands, wrapped in bandages.

It was 9 o'clock when I got back to my apartment in Emerald Garden.

Liu Yanshi did not go home.

She sat cross-legged on the couch and watched TV. Wearing white split pajamas. The upper body does not cover the navel, and the lower body is just a pair of shorts.

Hearing the sound of the door shaft turning, she tilted her head, her bangs hanging upside down, revealing her smooth forehead. The cheeks are stuffed with potato chips, like an upside-down hamster.

"You're back."

Her tone was as warm as the mistress of the house.

Mr. Demon stood in the doorway, winking amusedly.

"Why are you stunned?" Liu Yan asked.

"I carefully recalled that I should not have called special services before going out."

Liu Yan looked at the "hum" twice, knelt up from the sofa and sat up, his body drooped on the backrest, smiling slyly, and the goblin was like:

"I can."

Mr. Demon blinked again, and vaguely heard another voice in his head shouting "I can't" in a flanky voice.

He stretched and decided to get down to business first. Got past the living room sofa and sat down at the workbench, leaning his legs on the table.

Liu Yanshi asked:

"You don't hurt anymore?"

She was referring to the wounds on her head and hands. Mr. Demon glanced at the broken bedroom door and grabbed his grip, unable to hold it. Said helplessly:

"It hurts."

Liu Yanshi blinked:

"Then I'll go down and get you painkillers?"

"No need." Mr. Demon smiled, "I have a better way to stop the pain." ”

After saying that, he tilted his head and fainted.

Liu Yanshi was stunned, and immediately reacted that Mr. Demon had lost control of his body to the stuffy oil bottle, so no matter how much pain it was, it didn't matter to him. She laughed with a "poof".