Fan Yi didn't ask any more, when he asked here, it was already the deepest place that Wang Du dared to say, and asking further would only make him suspicious.

When the two walked out of Wang Du's house, it was getting late.

They casually had a meal at a roadside restaurant.

Fan Yi had already inquired, Zhou Chuan had to go on a business trip for a week before coming back, during this time, he had also told the nanny that he was going to go to other places to sketch and paint, and he got rid of the people sent by Zhou Chuan to follow, and for a while, he actually had a feeling that he was really alive.

Fu Xin glanced at the time, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening: "It's so late, why don't we go directly to the hotel?" ”

"Okay."

Fan Yi had no objection, stretched out his hand to stop a taxi, told the master the destination, and sat in the back seat with Fu Xin.

When sitting in the car, Fan Yi suddenly said: "You are not suitable to be a psychological counselor, you are suitable to be an actor." ”

Not only did she not have the observation power to see through people's hearts, but also his every move.

In addition to today's extraordinary performance in front of Wang Du, it was very unexpected for him.

Fu Xin also learned from his mouth: "You are not suitable to be a painter, you are suitable to be a policeman." ”

Fan Yi's eyebrows were slightly bent, but his tone was quite flat: "Even if I want to disappoint you, I'm not so righteous, just for myself." ”

Except for the initial recording, which surprised him at the age of fifteen or sixteen at the time, the so-called meticulous plans that followed were the result of a young man's mental rehearsal thousands of times in order to take revenge.

He looked out the window.

"I don't even know, when it started, I split into a second personality, during that time, I was often very sleepy, I slept at eight o'clock at night, and the next day I slept until twelve o'clock, I thought I was sick, but it turned out that there was nothing wrong, but one day ..."

Fu Xin's heart skipped a beat for no reason, feeling that his slow speed of speech was particularly suitable for telling ghost stories.

Fan Yi seemed to be deliberately selling off, paused for a moment, glanced at her, and then continued: "One day, after I got up, I suddenly found that the direction of my sleep was reversed, and the head of the bed became the end of the bed. ”

Fu Xin felt that this passage sounded really a bit scary, let alone Fan Yi, a person who had experienced it personally: "Then weren't you afraid at that time?" ”

"It's a little bit." Fan Yi was honest, "I don't know who 'he' is, but 'he' doesn't seem to know who I am, he just sneaks out every night to do activities, but he can avoid all the surveillance of Zhou Chuan, so I began to find that 'he' can be a big help in my revenge plan, I wrote a note before going to bed and told 'him' everything, 'he' also replied to me on the note, and since then, we have maintained a wonderful connection." ”

Fu Xin's eyelids jumped, and he felt that Fan Yi's words sounded so weird, if he didn't know the inside story like her, Fan Yi would probably be treated as a psychopath by others.

As it turns out, it does.

The driver's uncle in the driver's seat in front couldn't help but ask very directly: "Little girl, what's the matter with him, is there some paranoia?" ”

Fan Yi's face was visibly darkened, and Fu Xin couldn't help laughing.

For a while, the originally slightly serious atmosphere between the two was instantly broken, and there were many laughs. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~