"My grandmother?" Ning Lu glanced at Shen Luotian in surprise, "Why are you asking my grandmother!" ”

"Just ask." Shen Luotian lowered his head and said: "If you don't say it, I can guess it, your grandmother should be the kind of old lady who loves to engage in feudal superstitious activities, does she often give you some runic water or something!" ”

As he spoke, his fingertips kept tapping on the glass coffee table, making a crisp and rhythmic sound.

"How do you know!" Ning Lu shouted in surprise.

Could it be that you have a crush on me for a long time?

The movements in Shen Luotian's hand gradually stopped, he looked at the handwriting on the paper, and suddenly sighed.

"Brother, do you remember the box that Uncle brought? The fortune teller who was sent away by me, what he said was almost the same as what happened to Ning Lu. I didn't pay attention when I was chatting with him at the time, but I just remembered that the fortune teller also said that he was dizzy when he met a red sports car, do you think it could be Song Minghui's car. Shen Luotian's eyes stared at the few words on the paper, but his thoughts seemed to fly far away, and even his voice was a little erratic, "He is a fortune teller on the street, although he is said to be a liar, he really has some skills." Ning Lu's grandmother is also a goddess, and she herself may also be a physique that is easy to recruit things...... Maybe the surname Song killed people, and it was with this kind of purpose that he was looking for a target. ”

"For what purpose?" Ning Lu asked in confusion.

Xia Beifeng and Shen Luotian glanced at each other, and no one cared about her.

"You mean...... He kills these people with some ability, so what does he want to do? Xia Beifeng frowned and thought for a while, then waved his hand at Shen Luotian, "No, no, no, although these two things sound quite similar, they can't just be linked." It is also possible that the surname Song is a random killing, after all, we don't know how many people he has killed now. It's better not to connect these two things together. ”

After he said this, he looked up at Ning Lu, who didn't seem to understand anything, scratched his hair, and said irritably: "But what you said still makes some sense, let's take it as an alternative answer first." ”

"I don't think there's any other answer." Shen Luotian slapped the table firmly and said, "My intuition tells me. That's it. ”

"But a man's intuition isn't right at all, handsome man!" Although Ning Lu didn't understand much about what they were saying, she saw that the stitch was spitting out a groove on the side, but she didn't expect to get a warning-like squint from Shen Luotian.

"Little sister, do you remember which side you were on?" Shen Luotian asked coldly.

Ning Lu immediately moved to Shen Luotian's side in small steps, raised her arms and shouted at Xia Beifeng: "That's it, listen to your brother, uncle!" After all, Yan is justice! ”

Xia Beifeng: "......"

What are kids thinking these days?

"Actually, I would think so. There are some other reasons. Shen Luotian pushed Ning Lu's head aside, stared at Xia Beifeng's eyes and said, "I'm not sure about the authenticity of this matter yet. You wait for me to see what the situation is tomorrow, and then come back and tell you, okay? ”

Xia Beifeng nodded, folded the piece of paper on the coffee table twice, and put it in his pocket.

"Then let's do this for today, and tell me when you want to say it." As he spoke, he leaned back on the sofa, took out the TV remote control, and leisurely crossed his legs.

"You can sleep me now. No more playing. ”

Shen Luotian hesitated for a while when he heard this, and finally reluctantly stood up and walked towards the stairs.

When passing by the side of Xia Beifeng. After all, he still couldn't hold back, and asked rhetorically: "I went to sleep, so what about you, just watch TV here?" ”

"I've slept in the hospital for the past two days, and now I can't sleep for the time being." Xia Beifeng waved his hand at his younger brother behind him, and said impatiently: "You stayed up all night last night." I don't know where to go during the day today, and I don't sleep yet, are you ready to become an immortal? ”

"I'm an adult, and I still care what time I go to bed. Are you a menopausal middle-aged woman? Shen Luotian complained quietly and walked up the stairs slowly. When he turned the last corner, he snorted at the people below.

Ning Lu looked up at Shen Luotian disappearing into the corner of the stairs, and then glanced at Xia Beifeng, who had a face in front of her. After struggling for a few seconds, she stood up decisively and prepared to follow Shen Luotian upstairs.

"You, stay here for me, and don't go anywhere." Xia Beifeng said faintly.

He didn't say this loudly, and his tone was not too fierce, but there was some majesty that could not be refused.

Ning Lu subconsciously sat on the floor again.

Not only that, she put her knees together, straightened her back, and knelt opposite Xia Beifeng in the posture of a primary school student in class.

She stared intently at the man watching TV, her mind blank for a few minutes before she realized what she was doing.

Why should I listen to him?

This was Ning Lu's first thought after coming back to her senses.

But she only dared to complain a few words in her heart, but she didn't dare to move upstairs to find Shen Luotian.

Soon, her attention was drawn to the Korean drama playing on the TV.

Xia Beifeng and Ning Lu stared at the TV together for a while, and secretly glanced upstairs.

Of course he couldn't see anything.

"I should be asleep." He whispered to himself, tilting his head to glance at Ning Lu again.

Ning Lu was staring at the Korean drama on TV in a daze, and just nodded perfunctorily when she heard this.

Looking at that expression, she didn't seem to hear what it was.

Xia Beifeng shook his head, reached out and found a book behind the pillow on the sofa, and flipped through it with the help of the constantly changing TV lights.

Shen Luotian lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling in a daze.

When the lights were turned off, his room was already in darkness.

Whether it is the figure on the cabinet or the pillow facing the bedside, it has become a blurred outline in the dark, and there is no usual colorful color.

He rested his hands behind his head, listened to his heartbeat, and collected his thoughts in the darkness.

Bright things. He never told Xia Beifeng, and he only vaguely brought it just now.

But it was indeed because he saw what happened to Mingmei "with his own eyes" that he connected the unjust soul possessed in the wooden box with Ning Lu's matter, and guessed Song Minghui's purpose.

It's just that it's not easy to talk about it casually.

Besides, although he has guessed the law of Song Minghui's work, he still can't understand what his purpose is.

What's the benefit of killing these people, after all, even if he is alive, he is a powerful person. After death, it is just a wisp of ghost, and it will not play any role.

What is the smell they are talking about, is it the original contents of the box?

Also, is Mingmei still alive now, or is she dead?

She should have been in the same group as Song Minghui, why did she fall out again?

……

What trouble, why are there so many things.

Although Shen Luotian's brain is quite smart, he always has a huge shortcoming - laziness.

He has a lot of clues in his hand now, if he really reasoned seriously. Maybe you can come to a decent conclusion.

It's a pity that he's the kind of person who thinks about it and feels like his brain is in a mess.

So halfway through his thoughts, he simply gave up thinking and decided to use the easiest way to confirm the results.

"Wouldn't it be nice to just take a look?" He said to himself, slowly closing his eyes.

Bright, bright, bright......

He silently recited the bright name in his heart, constantly recalling her appearance.

As his bright face gradually became clear in his mind, a faint sound of water gradually sounded in his ears.

The sound sounded like an unturned faucet, slow, ticking and ticking.

But it was still dark.

Where am I now?

He thought to himself, confused. Trying to open his eyes wide, he looked around.

It's still dark. There was not a single ray of light around, not even a faint shadow to be seen.

There was a rotten smell in the air. There is also a faint aroma mixed with it. The two tastes mixed together, and finally turned into some kind of disgusting fishy smell that constantly stimulated his senses.

The aroma that smells like agarwood smells like agarwood, but it's a little different.

It seems to be the same smell on the box that night, but much stronger than the one on the box.

The sound of water droplets became clearer and clearer, and a thin wind sounded behind him. A cold wind blows on your back. The coldness seeped into the cracks of the bones, almost numbing the person from the cold.

It's so cold, what the hell is this place?

While feeling the cold, he also felt the pain caused by the large and small wounds on his body.

There is a bag on the head, which should have been smashed with a blunt object; The wound on the wrist was probably abrasive; Lap ...... It was actually broken.

Auntie, you're so miserable now******!

Shen Luotian secretly mourned for Mingmei.

It was still dark. Even though the pain in his body was constantly stimulating his nerves, his vision was still dim.

But he didn't feel a hurt in his eye.

It doesn't hurt at all, so why can't I see it?

"Who are you?"

Just as he was wondering, Shen Luotian suddenly heard a voice ringing in his ear.

The voice was hoarse, barely telling whether it was a man or a woman, but there was pleading and weakness in his tone.

He was stunned for a moment before he realized that the voice was coming from "his own" mouth.

A fishy-sweet breath welled up in his throat, and sharp pain came from his lungs, constantly irritating his already fragile nerves.

"What are you? What to do on me? "Myself" raised his voice and asked again.

Shen Luotian was thinking about whether to answer when he heard another voice in this space.

"What are you calling!" A gruff male voice roared to the side, followed by a rush of footsteps.

"I still have the strength to call, it seems that we still learned too lightly yesterday!" The man said viciously in his ear, the air fluttering in his ears, and the smell of smoke with bad breath.

There was a sharp pain on the scalp, and it seemed that someone was pulling "his" hair and lifting "his" body.

"Damn, I don't even let Lao Tzu sleep well, do you still want to be beaten!"

The man said as he raised his hand and slapped himself twice, then grabbed his hair and slammed it against the wall behind him.

There was a dull thud from the back of the head and the hard wall crashing. Shen Luotian, who heard this voice, felt dizzy at the same time.

With that violent tremor. It was as if something was grabbing its soul and pulling it out of that body and tossing it aside.

The world is spinning.

The last thing I heard was the voice of another younger man.

"You take it easy, it's still useful for this woman to keep it."

Shen Luotian gasped and opened his eyes.

He was lying on his bed, the cotton sheets smelling of laundry detergent, giving him a certain soft and warm comfort.

The delicate chandelier on the ceiling can still be seen in the dim light.

Xiaoxi sat on a small cabinet next to the bed and looked at him nervously.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch the back of his head. There was still a faint feeling of pain there.

Nothing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, lay on the bed, waited for his body to gradually regain consciousness, and rolled over and got out of bed.

The moment his toes touched the ground, he only felt that his legs were weak, and he couldn't exert any strength, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Xiaoxi on the side was so frightened by his flickering that he almost jumped up.

"I'm fine." He reached out and touched the top of Xiaoxi's head and comforted, "Don't worry. ”

Xiaoxi still didn't have any expression, nodded slowly, and slipped off the cabinet. Jumped to the ground and stared nervously at him.

He turned on his phone and looked at the time.

Two hours have passed.

There seemed to be a disgusting fishy sweet breath coming from his throat, sticky and sticky in his throat, very uncomfortable.

"Water ......," he whispered, pushing open the door to his room.

There were no lights downstairs, only the constantly changing colored light of the TV faintly filtered through the staircase.

There was no sound at all, it should be muted.

"Still watching......" he said as if grumbling. Walk slowly down the handrail of the stairs.

After turning the corner of the stairs, he saw Xia Beifeng leaning his head against the back of the sofa.

The man was looking up. His eyes were tightly closed, and his chest slowly rose and fell.

The light from the colorful TV screen imprinted colorful shadows on his face, constantly changing colors.

Ning Lu knelt on the edge of the coffee table, staring at the TV screen, her eyes unblinking.

Shen Luotian walked downstairs lightly and approached the coffee table.

I don't know if it's a coincidence. Or Xia Beifeng, who was asleep, noticed something. When Shen Luotian was still three steps away from him, he opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head to look at the person behind him.

"Xiao Tian? Is there anything wrong with you? Xia Beifeng breathed a sigh of relief and said, listening to the voice, there seemed to be a little bit in the tone, regret?

"I'm thirsty. Come down and drink saliva. Shen Luotian said softly, raised his hand and pointed to the teacup on the coffee table, "Can you hand me the cup?" ”

"Oooh...... Here you go. Xia Beifeng said as he picked up a coffee cup from the coffee table and handed it to Shen Luotian.

Shen Luotian stared at the pattern drawn with gold thread on the coffee cup, and walked into the kitchen with a disgusted expression.

Xia Beifeng breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed the book he had been pinching in his hand into the gap of the sofa, and stood up.

Shen Luotian happened to come out of the kitchen with a glass of water and looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm not looking, let's go upstairs and sleep." After Xia Beifeng said this, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Ning Lu's eyes, attracting the little girl's attention, "What about you, do you want to continue watching here, or do you want to go upstairs with us to find a place to rest...... You don't want to sleep anyway. ”

Shen Luotian held the coffee cup in one hand and Xia Beifeng with the other, and accompanied him to slowly move upstairs with small steps.

"Is that okay?" Ning Lu asked excitedly, "Is it really okay to watch TV all night or something?" ”

"Yes, you can do whatever you want." Xia Beifeng said and pointed back to the remote control on the sofa and told Ning Lu, "Just remember to close it after reading it." ”

Ning Lu let out a cheerful "oh" and continued to turn her head to watch the Korean drama.

After Shen Luotian helped Xia Beifeng upstairs, he sent him to the door of the bedroom, leaned on the door and watched him climb into bed, and then said lightly: "Be careful of your legs when you sleep at night." ”

Then he closed the door to his bedroom.

Xia Beifeng stared at his closed door with vigilance, until he heard another faint sound of the door closing, he breathed a sigh of relief, lay on the pillow and closed his eyes.

When Shen Luotian returned to the bedroom, Xiaoxi was lying on the bed, staring at a pillow at the head of the bed in a daze.

He drank the water from his cup and waved it on the bedside table. Reached out and patted Xiaoxi on the back.

"Get up, or do you want to sleep with me?"

Xiaoxi glanced back at him, shook his head hesitantly, and rolled from the bed to the ground.

"Actually, I don't mind if you want to sleep with me." Shen Luotian sat on the bed, stared at her and smiled.

Xiaoxi sat on the floor, looked at the man on the bed, and tilted his head suspiciously.

After Shen Luotian lay down, he stretched out a hand and hung down to the side of the bed and touched Xiaoxi's head.

"Well, we have to go to the woman's house tomorrow. I'll go to bed first, and you can play by yourself. ”

In the dimly lit room, the girl's depressed answer sounded.

"Oh."

(To be continued.) )