In an airtight room, it was still evening, but it was dark and oppressive, glowing with a faint blue light, and there was only one feeling on the body, that is, cold.

Sun Lin looked at the blurred back in front of him, and he actually cringed.

"It's all done?" The man's voice was low, but the voice was hoarse but sexy.

Sun Lin nodded vigorously, his two hands were probably because they were cold, and maybe because they were at a loss, and they shook each other and rubbed them fiercely: "Don't worry, there is no handle to fall." ”

"Very well," the man paused, "but if someone else finds out ......"

Sun Lin hurriedly shook his head, and his tone was quite affirmative: "Don't worry, I have checked it all, and no one will find out, if anyone really finds out, it has nothing to do with you." ”

After speaking, he looked at the man, and Sun Lin looked over nervously, for fear that the ancestor in front of him would be angry.

The faint blue light, glowing with a faint dark coldness, when he didn't speak, was like the dead silence in the tomb, making people almost stop breathing.

The man waved his hand, and Sun Lin was taken away blindfolded.

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Looking up at the sky, the red remnant sun, the red light covered the whole world, as if crying and refusing to leave.

Yuhan got off the car and saw such a scene, the long slope seemed to be boundless, full of swaying grass, in the light of the setting sun, desolate and weak, people couldn't help but sigh.

The long slope is endless, and the slope is extremely gentle, so even if you roll, you may not be able to roll down.

Lying on the lawn, looking at the red of the sky and the white clouds eroded by the remnant sun, she could only smile bitterly.

If time could stand still, she could lie here all the time, watching the sun go down, watching the sun rise and set, without thinking about the troubles of the world.

She didn't speak, and he didn't speak, but sat quietly and looked at her brow, and looked at her face.

Yuhan only thinks he is air, and there is a kind of protest called ignorance. Ignoring his existence, ignoring her own existence, ignoring everything she carried, including hatred.

If time could forbid it, she would rather stop at this moment, and it would be an eternal desolation.

She can choose to call the police?

No!

Or maybe she won't!

He's right, why is she meddling?

It's not that she's cold, it's because she believes.

She knew she shouldn't believe the story, the one that a three-year-old couldn't fool.

But the more she lay here, the more she calmed down, the longer she stayed, the more frightened she became.

She was horrified to find that she subconsciously seemed to believe him, to believe the story.

I believe that the little girl killed her mother, and I believe that someone can charm you.

"I'll tell you a story." Yuhan looked at the afterglow of the sunset, put one hand on the pillow, and said lazily.

The man snorted, as if surprised that she could speak, and thought she was going to fight to the end.

"A long time ago there was a little girl, she had a happy family, and then one day, the little girl's mother cheated, and her father ran out in a fit of anger and died in a car accident."

A trace of distress flashed in Mo Chuhao's eyes, and he reached out to hold her hand.

Like her, lying on the grass.

Yuhan didn't struggle, he held it, and kept telling the story in his mouth: "Her father's bones were not cold, and her mother remarried the junior, and the mistress lived in her house openly." ”

"The woman who lives in the house where the girl's father lives and sleeps with her father, spends her father's money, but still wants to take advantage of the girl." Yuhan hooked her lips slightly, and smiled inexplicably.

Mo Qingjue's heart twitched suddenly, and he only hated to meet her so late.

The girl told her mother, but her mother didn't believe her at all, but thought she had seduced her stepfather.

"Oh, the girl's good mother is willing to sacrifice together, including her daughter, for her so-called love."

Yuhan's voice was cold, and the whole person was cold, from heart to body, forgetting where he was, forgetting what he was saying, forgetting the sports car behind him and the man next to him.

It seems that the world is only full of green grass and the crumbling sunset in the sky.

No matter how beautiful the sunset is, it is just a remnant sun, and it will not last long after all.

"It's okay, it's all over." Mo Chuhao's hand became tighter and tighter, and he just wanted to hold her into his bones.

"Do you know that at that time, the girl really wanted to kill her mother and stepfather to avenge her father, and it was better to die with them than to live humblely."