The early morning sun refracted on the side of her face, making Chen Ziqi, who was not awake, feel even more drowsy.

Such a sunny weather is always a relief from worries and unpleasantness, and instead you can feel the earth that breathes under the light.

In this state of being awake, Chen Ziqi sat on the chair in the hall as usual after washing.

Breakfast had already been prepared and placed on the table, and Chen Man, who was free, turned on the TV and watched the morning news.

After the weather forecast was broadcast, carefully selected news was broadcast as usual, either interesting or some of the more important events.

Chen Ziqi listened absentmindedly while swallowing his breakfast.

Young people are always not interested in such news, and in their stubborn minds,

"There was a horrific murder in a remote abandoned area, a total of five people died, it is reported that the deceased all have criminal records of different sizes, the police preliminarily determined that it was a gang vendetta, and the case needs further investigation......"

The news presenter was concise and to the point, and his expression was flat, as if it was no different from what had been reported earlier.

Someone dies every day in the world, and the stubborn new virus will never go extinct like the stubborn humanity itself.

Then the host just mentioned it a little and moved on to other things.

It's just a trivial episode, and perhaps once in a while, someone who notices the news will at most mutter, "That's bad luck." ”

That's right, it's not yourself or the people around you who die, who cares?

Everyone will still breathe fresh air and do what they have to do as always, and no one will stop because of this little thing.

After all, people are such selfish and despicable creatures.

Today's air is also quite fresh, Chen Ziqi walked down to the bottom of the building and involuntarily took a deep breath, the blue sky seemed to be able to look far away.

If only the weather was like this every day.

In this situation, Chen Ziqi couldn't help but be a little cheerful.

Until she came to the school, the crowd made her involuntarily dodge.

I wanted to talk to people, but I gave up because of the fear in my heart.

At this moment, Chen Ziqi felt useless.

If it was Su Mo, what would he do?

Irrepressibly, she thought suddenly.

She hadn't seen him interact with people too much, but if he was, he wouldn't be as useless as she was.

After feeling sorry for herself for a while, she walked to her place, Gu Xinyi was waiting for her early, and greeted her when she saw her.

Although last night's events were unusual, they didn't leave a trace in the hearts of the two, after all, there were so many things that deserved their attention.

"Hey, Su Mo hasn't come yet."

It wasn't until Gu Xinyi said it that Chen Ziqi felt strange.

Although Su Mo never listened to classes when he came to school, he was not late or left early, perhaps because of this, the head teacher only disliked him at most, and did not dissuade him.

Jingle Bell –

"I'll go back first."

Chen Ziqi looked at the empty seat, but a trace of uneasiness rose in his heart for no reason.

"I heard that Su Mo asked for leave, it seems that he has been asking for three days in a row."

"Maybe he's sick, I've never seen him ask for leave before......"

The sudden emptiness of the person who had no sense of existence caused a discussion for a while, but it was quickly annihilated.

Chen Ziqi couldn't connect his illness with what he saw last night.

……

The curtains obscured the only part of the room that let in the light, and the whole room appeared to resemble a white night like night.

Of course, as his sojourn, the actual arrangement does not stop there.

Within this space, an absolute realm is formed, which tends to be dark.

This is his domain.

He knew this with all his certainty, and the darkness of the perception was quietly activated.

It's still inferior to the real night, but it's enough for him.

His ears could faintly perceive the doorbell ringing in the next room, followed by the sound of small footsteps, and a hint of movement unusual to that of mortals.

They're coming.

The pursuer was so close to the pursued, but he didn't feel scared at all, or he didn't know what he was afraid of.

The darkness gave him not only an extraordinary perception, but also a skill that made him confident that he would not be discovered by anyone, which was why he was so jealous of him.

No matter how disguised it is, pretending to be a real thing, a fake is still a fake.

With such fear, no matter how hard that person tries, sooner or later he will still become his prey.

Filtering out the worthless conversations, he listened to their conversation with Xia Lan from a wall away.

"I'm sorry I didn't have time to come now, can you tell us if your husband has behaved unusually in his daily life."

"Anomalous? I'm afraid there is no ......"

As if she had answered countless times, Xia Lan first thought blankly, and then gave an affirmative answer.

After all, in her impression, Song Nancheng, as her husband, is not a perfect man, but he is also a loyal and reliable husband and father who treats his wife and daughter very gently.

And before the murder, everything was as usual, and there were no waves.

Questioning was just a routine, and Lu Hong didn't expect anything to gain from ordinary people, and besides, Song Nancheng had already concealed their situation in the world, and it was impossible for this wife to know Song Nancheng's true identity.

"So what kind of person do you think the murderer is?"

Murderer?

As soon as the murderer was mentioned, Xia Lan's complexion changed greatly, and her face that had barely maintained herself was a little deformed, she shuddered for a moment, and said, "I think he is simply a demon, not a human, and he actually ......"

The closer the people are, the more they can't accept such a tragic death, Lu Hong glanced at the little girl beside him, and immediately stopped at her signal, and stopped mentioning the matter, so that Xia Lan recalled the tragic incident.

"I heard you have a daughter, can you show us?"

Thinking that these were all friends of her husband before his death, Xia Lan still opened the door and called out Xiao Ke.

The little girl with a ponytail timidly thought about these strangers, her eyebrows and eyes looked a little like Song Nancheng, but the whole was similar to Xia Lan.

At the first sight of Xiao Ke, Liang Wei clenched her hands, she really hated the murderer, and let the girl who should be happy bear the pain of losing her father.

Lu Hong had a different feeling, like seeing an uncarved piece of jade.

Do you want this girl to join them.

Lu Hong, who was already short of manpower, still hesitated because of Song Nancheng.