Lin Shuang leaned on Ouyang Lie's chest tiredly and fell into a deep sleep. At this moment, the lightning and thunder outside the window, the north wind was howling, and Lin Shuang was not disturbed in the slightest.

Ouyang Lie had just fallen back from the peak of happiness and calm, with indescribable satisfaction and sweetness on his face. He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the tired Lin Shuang, and sighed with a smile. Alas, this little woman, such a beautiful thing, can be tired like this. He kissed Lin Shuang's cheek lovingly, and sighed that Lin Shuang had been imprisoned in this garden for months, which was strange and distressing. However, how did Lin Shuang know Ouyang Lie's thoughts?

Since there has been a series of murders in the city, people have been panicking. The five women who were killed were all outsiders, and the bodies found were horrific. Each of the dead was blind, with wide round eyes, and a bare head, without a single hair. The skin around the deceased, like half-boiled pigskin, was creepy. If the deceased was raped to death, then it can be determined that the murderer was lustful. However, the bodies of the five women were forensically examined and showed no signs of rape.

According to the police, the common characteristic of the murdered women is that they all had a strange body odor before their deaths. It is the kind of unique fragrance that is innate and difficult to find in the world. Could it be that the murderer came for the body fragrance of these women? Until the case is solved, no one can say for sure.

The case has not been solved for a long time, and the panic in the hearts of the citizens has increased day by day. Now anyone who has a young girl at home is specially picked up by their families, and they no longer dare to let girls go out alone. No one can guess the murderer's motive for committing the crime, let alone what kind of person this murderer is, and why is he so perverted? Could it be that this murderer likes to collect women's hair? If that's the case, then you don't have to kill people, just cut off your hair, right? The more people guessed, the more strange it became. The more I can't guess the murderer's motive for killing, the more I am afraid and frightened.

Ouyang Lie had long wanted Lin Shuang to recuperate in this house for a period of time, and he didn't worry about letting her go out to work again. But no suitable reason has been found. It happened that he took Lin Shuang to see the master Mr. Guo that time, and Mr. Guo's words made Ouyang Lie's heart flutter, so he interrogated Lin Shuang's past. Who knew that Lin Shuang was like an underground worker, and he didn't say anything. Therefore, Ouyang Lie took advantage of the topic and imprisoned Lin Shuang in this house.

Ouyang Lie's hard work, how did Lin Shuang know?

Lin Shuang fell asleep when she vaguely heard a voice whispering her name. The voice was so familiar, deep and soft, magnetic. Hearing this voice, Lin Shuang's heart suddenly became soft and moist. She slowly opened her eyes, woke up, and realized happily that it was Luo Bei calling out to her.

Lin Shuang sat up and looked everywhere for Luobei's figure, but he didn't see any shadow. Lin Shuang was so anxious that she desperately called out Luo Bei's name, but no matter how she shouted, she didn't see any response. Suddenly, she heard a thunderclap and broke out in a cold sweat. A flash of red flashed outside the window, like a skirt worn on the body. Immediately after, the red drift vanished. Lin Shuang rushed to the window, looking left and right, but there was no one.

At this time, a pair of red embroidered shoes jumped on the windowsill outside, and the upper of the shoes was embroidered with lifelike peony flowers. The peony flowers, as if they had just been plucked from the branches, swayed in the wind, stained with rain and dew. The pair of embroidered shoes as strong as flames, back and forth, seemed to have encountered something urgent. Lin Shuang thought to herself: What kind of person is this, standing on the windowsill of his house late at night. She looked up at the top of the embroidered shoes, and there was no sign of them, just a pair of shoes lingering outside the window in the rain.

Lin Shuang was horrified to find that there were no legs or bodies on the top of the embroidered shoes. Lin Shuang was scared in her heart, so she woke up. It turned out to be a dream! Lin Shuang gasped in a hurry and panic, listening intently, there was the crackling sound of raindrops hitting the glass. Through the curtains, you can see the light and shadow of lightning. Oh my God, it's raining as hard as in my dream!

Lin Shuang's mind was a little trance-like, and he unconsciously thought of Luobei in his mind. On the previous rainy night, Luo Bei also had a dream for himself, saying that he was homeless on a rainy night and wanted to go into Lin Shuang's house to take shelter from the rain. Could it be that the dream just now was also a dream that Luo Bei specially entrusted to himself? Is Luobei still alone and adrift? Didn't the perfume I got from the sarcophagus already sit on the bedside table in my apartment? Didn't Luobei take it away?

Lin Shuang turned his head to look at Ouyang Lie, who was sleeping, and his mind gradually returned to reality. She reached out and wiped the sweat from her forehead, slowly got out of bed, and walked towards the window. She gently lifted the curtains, and the rain in the night was like thousands of sharp arrows projected into the ocean, and the dark night sky was illuminated by sudden thunder and lightning from time to time. Lin Shuang gently pushed open the window, leaving only a little gap, and slowly closed the curtain again.

If Luobei's soul was raining outside, he would probably float into the room through the crack in the window, right?

"Baby、、、、、、" Lin Shuang was groaning when he suddenly heard Ouyang Lie's murmuring voice.

Ouyang Lie was stretching out his arm in his sleep and groping Lin Shuang on the bed. Lin Shuang hurriedly ran back to the bed, lay down beside Ouyang Lie, and put his little hand in Ouyang Lie's generous palm. Ouyang Lie then continued to sleep peacefully. Lin Shuang breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then fell asleep in a daze.

Lin Shuang saw Luobei again, he was standing in a dense foggy jungle, surrounded by a dark night. There were no stars or moon in the sky, and the heavens and the earth were plunged into a flood of chaos. Luo Bei was still wearing the red and graceful cheongsam, and the red embroidered shoes embroidered with peony flowers on his feet.

Lin Shuang hurriedly stretched out his hands and ran forward. She wanted to hurry up and throw herself into Luo Bei's arms and ask him if he was doing now, and if he had received those bottles of hard-won spices? But no matter how hard Lin Shuang ran, he couldn't reach Luobei's eyes. Between Luobei and Lin Shuang, there is always an unknown distance, like an insurmountable galaxy.

Lin Shuang was so anxious that she cried and called Luobei's name over and over again. Why is it so close at hand, but as far away as the end of the world? She gathered her hands into the shape of a horn, put them to her mouth, and shouted at Luobei: "Luobei, the perfume I found for you is on the bedside table at home, have you taken it?" ”

Luo Bei was still as calm as every time he appeared, his face was as calm as water, and his eyes were wandering and he looked at Lin Shuang obsessively, without saying a word. Even if Lin Shuang shouted in his throat, Luo Bei was still as still as still as water and didn't say a word. Lin Shuang cried even more, and she didn't understand why Luobei didn't pay attention to her?

Luo Bei suddenly moved, raised an arm, stretched out his white fingers, and pointed behind him. Lin Shuang looked hard in the direction of Luo Bei's finger, and vaguely saw that in the depths of the forest not far away, there was a simple small thatched hut. The hut is supported by a thick round trunk, and the roof is covered with a thick layer of thatch.

Lin Shuang instantly understood that Luobei now had a simple place to live. However, why is this dwelling so shabby and isolated? Is such a noble and beautiful Luobei living in such a desolate and dilapidated hut? Lin Shuang felt sad for a while, and suddenly felt a pain in her chest, and she was in pain.

Lin Shuang cried and cried, and woke up from crying from her dream. She looked sideways at the window, and saw a flash of red outside the window along the gap in the curtains that had been swept up by the wind. Could it be that Luobei is still raining outside the window? Why hasn't he been in the house yet? Wasn't the window already open for him? Isn't it, Luobei's soul is worried about Ouyang Lie's existence?

I remember that Mr. Guo, a master, said: Ouyang Lie was born with too much yang energy, and all the ghosts would avoid him when they saw him, and they would never dare to come to disturb him. Oh my God, poor Luobei!

Lin Shuang's heartache was abnormal, and she could no longer sleep peacefully. I suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom, so I rolled over and got out of bed.