When Lin Shuang woke up in the middle of the night, he found that he was back on Ouyang Lie's big bed again. Little by little, she began to recall the events of last night, and a flash of light flashed in her heart.

Lin Shuang remembered that Yang Luo had a very special spice there, maybe this spice was the kind that Luobei needed? It's a pity that he was brought back by Ouyang Lie's men. Otherwise, you might have gotten that spice last night. Lin Shuang decided to take the time to find Yang Luo again, and he must get the spices in his hands.

As long as he can help Luo Bei die as soon as possible and get out of the current situation of a lonely soul and a wild ghost, Lin Shuang is willing to do anything for him. As for his life and death, Lin Shuang didn't care. What is the difference between dying early and dying late? If I can die early, won't I be able to reunite with Luobei?

Lin Shuang believed that Luobei's soul was real, and also believed in the dream that seemed absurd before. Luo Bei's heart is still concerned about Lin Shuang, so his obsession is so deep that he is tied to the road to death by this obsession.

Luo Bei has been a lonely soul for so many years because of his love for himself, and he still has no regrets. Even if he loses his life now in order to help Luobei, what is there to fear? Lin Shuang looked at the empty darkness around her and thought alone. More often than not, Lin Shuang wanted to ask for death more than once, because she couldn't bear the pain of losing Luobei. In particular, Luo Bei actually left this world in such a decisive and tragic way!

Lin Shuang felt the darkness, got up from the bed, and wanted to find out his mobile phone and call Yang Luo. Although the aura on Yang Luo's body always made Lin Shuang feel fear deep into her bone marrow, she still wanted to deliberately approach him. At present, it seems that only through Yang Luo can Luo Bei find the spice he wants.

Lin Shuang recalled the spice-making equipment in Yang Luo's laboratory last night, and a most primitive fear arose in his heart.

Xiaoli's disappearance, could it be related to Yang Luo's one-person-tall glass container? I don't know why, when Lin Shuang saw the huge glass jar, she instinctively thought of Xiaoli's disappearance. This is Lin Shuang's sixth sense, and I can't tell why. If Xiaoli encounters an accident, then Yang Luo is the primary suspect. Even if this assumption is true, then what is Yang Luo's reason for killing Xiaoli?

Lin Shuang looked around quietly in the house, and she took advantage of the moonlight outside to find her backpack jacket. It should be hung on the cloakroom at the door, right? Lin Shuang tiptoed over, and sure enough, he saw his coat and backpack. She opened the zipper of her backpack and scratched it for a long time, but she didn't find her phone. She put her hand in the pocket of her coat again, but she didn't touch her phone. It's really weird, where did the phone go?

Lin Shuang walked in the direction of the bathroom. She turned on the bathroom light, and a large light was instantly cast into the room. She walked in and locked the bathroom door. She turned on the faucet and flushed her cheeks, feeling much more refreshed. She raised her hand and pulled out a towel from the towel rack, and wiped the water droplets from her face in front of the large mirror in front of her. She felt sweaty and a little hot. I turned around and found a red silk embroidered nightdress hanging in the bathroom, with fine workmanship and a fabric as cool and smooth as ice silk.

This must have been prepared for himself by Ouyang Lie, right? I really can't see that Ouyang Lie also has times when he is meticulous. Lin Shuang took off her clothes and prepared to take a shower, just looking forward to returning to her residence as soon as she arrived tomorrow morning. She had to go to Yang Luo as soon as possible so that she could get that special spice as soon as possible. Thinking of the taste of heaven developed by Yang Luo, Lin Shuang was still unsatisfied.

Lin Shuang turned on the shower head, closed her eyes, and let the warm water flow slowly through her body. The body that was tense and weak during the day has become comfortable and comfortable at this moment. The bathroom gradually became misty. Lin Shuang rubbed the shampoo on her long black hair, and bursts of wilderness-like fragrance spread. Lin Shuang was so intoxicated that she closed her eyes and rinsed her hair. She put a little shower gel in the palm of her hand, slowly rubbed it on her body, and in an instant, a fresh fragrance like morning mist wrapped Lin Shuang tightly.

Lin Shuang greedily breathed in the strange aroma, as if she had returned to her childhood all of a sudden. Luobei, who has bright eyes and bright teeth, holds Lin Shuang's little hand and keeps running on the green field in the morning light. They greeted the red morning sun, giggling as they ran. Luo Bei's hands were full of colorful flowers, and he seriously told Lin Shuang that he could use these flowers to make elegant and charming perfumes.

Lin Shuang was wearing a white dress at that time, and Luo Bei said that she was like a bouquet of white and tender jasmine, full of fragrance. At that time in Luobei, wearing blue pants and a white shirt, Lin Shuang said that he was like a touch of bright moonlight, clear and glorious, and beautiful. Luo Bei is really a beautiful boy, that kind of beauty seeps out from the inside out, and no one can resist the penetrating power of this beauty. Luo Bei Shengxue's skin, bright and moist eyes, as well as a handsome and firm nose and a small red cherry mouth, such a beauty has surpassed many stunning women.

Lin Shuang smiled charmingly in the mist, indulging in the memories of the past. Lin Shuang reluctantly opened her eyes, and through the mist of water, she saw that in front of the mirror, a woman in a red dress was looking in the mirror. Lin Shuang couldn't see the woman's face clearly, and could only vaguely see that the woman was wearing long black hair. Lin Shuang hugged her shoulders tightly and slowly retreated to the corner, not wanting the man to find out.

But the woman slowly turned to Lin Shuang and walked towards Lin Shuang step by step. Lin Shuang looked at the woman who was getting closer and closer to him in horror, but Lin Shuang couldn't see the woman's appearance clearly, why couldn't she see the other party's face clearly? Lin Shuang was puzzled, maybe this woman didn't have a face at all!

The woman who couldn't see her face clearly finally stood two steps away from Lin Shuang. She raised her slender arm and stretched out her pale, thin fingers to draw a circle in the air. In front of Lin Shuang's eyes, a round mirror instantly appeared. Another world is reflected in the mirror, and it comes to life.

Lin Shuang saw that first Xiaoli appeared in the mirror, and then Yang Luo on the 14th floor walked towards Xiaoli with a charming smile. Xiaoli is still wearing the red Mao Ni skirt. Yang Luo held a small glass bottle in his hand, dropped a few drops of liquid on a cloth towel on the table, and then pinched the cloth towel with his thumb and forefinger, and shook it a few times in front of Xiaoli. Xiaoli instantly showed a completely intoxicated state, and the whole person seemed to be intoxicated.

The scene in front of him is Yang Luo's laboratory on the 14th floor. Everything Yang Luo did to Xiaoli was exactly what Yang Luo did to Lin Shuang last night. Lin Shuang stared at the mirror image in front of him in astonishment. The next thing she saw was a terrifying scene. She saw Yang Luo pick up the unconscious Xiaoli and walk into the back of the laboratory.

Yang Luo placed Xiaoli next to the spice-melting equipment and quickly stripped Xiaoli of all her clothes. Yang Luo brought a jar, dug out a lot of paste-like things from it with his hands, and carefully smeared it on Xiaoli's body. Yang Luo used that slimy paste to smear Xiaoli's body over and over again. Then, he found a fine linen cloth the size of a double sheet and wrapped Xiaoli tightly.

At this time, Xiaoli was still in a coma, motionless. Yang Luo then moved the jar to Xiaoli's head. He used those pastes again, smearing Xiaoli's hair over and over again. It seemed that after a long time, Yang Luo took a pair of large sharp scissors, cut off one of Xiaoli's long hair, and carefully placed the hair in a bucket. Then, Yang Luo took off the fine linen wrapped around Xiaoli's body, and twisted the linen cloth against the bucket, so that all the paste contaminated with Xiaoli's body fragrance fell into the bucket.

It hasn't stopped yet. Yang Luo took a slender machete from nowhere and walked towards Xiaoli. When Lin Shuang saw this, his body began to shake like chaff. She saw that Yang Luo used the sharp machete to scrape at Xiaoli's body, and he scraped Xiaoli's soft skin over and over again, constantly scraping the ointment on the knife into the bucket with his fingers.

Why is Xiaoli always motionless? Is she already dead?

Yang Luo finally stopped the movement in his hand. Relieved, he walked over to the spice-melting equipment, pressed a valve, and the man-tall glass vessel began to rattle with water. When the water in the container was half-filled, Yang Luo bent down and picked up Xiaoli on the ground, gently put it into the huge glass container, and closed the closed lid.

Yang Luo pressed the button again, and the beast-like device let out a low roar and began to operate. Xiaoli stood in the glass container, her eyes gradually widening and widening, her arms flapping weakly against the inner walls of the container, and her mouth grew wide. However, she couldn't hear any of Xiaoli's voices. The liquid in the glass container gradually boiled, and strong water vapor bubbled down one of the pipes of the equipment.

Xiaoli's body is suspended up and down, left and right in the container. Yang Luo's fair and beautiful face showed an approving and charming smile, and his eyes were full of expectation, which was a kind of expectation that fell into madness. What is Yang Luo longing for? Is he looking forward to the new work he is about to develop? The strange perfume that Lin Shuang smelled last night contained Xiaoli's body fragrance? So which girl's body fragrance is contained in the perfume that Xiaoli has smelled?

Lin Shuang didn't dare to think about it anymore, she let out a hoarse shout, crying weakly. The mirror image in front of you disappears. The woman in red, who couldn't see her face clearly, gradually stepped back. She turned her face sideways, her long seaweed-like hair falling down, obscuring most of her cheeks. Her figure was full of resentment, her head bowed slightly, and she never raised it.

The water vapor in front of me slowly dissipated, but the room was still foggy, and I couldn't tell what it was for. Lin Shuang seemed to have accidentally escaped into the illusion. With trembling hands, she walked to the mirror in fear, picked up a towel and wiped the moisture off the mirror, and wiped the water droplets on her body in a panic. She removed the bright red embroidered nightdress from the hanger and slipped it awkwardly on herself.

This red dress is really beautiful, lined with Lin Shuang's snow-white skin, just like a trembling hibiscus. The front of the skirt is embroidered with a large exaggerated peony, which is the kind of pink and white peony flower, which is enchanting and gorgeous. At the back of the skirt, there are only a few sexy straps wrapped around the waist, which is curvaceous and charming. Lin Shuang's eyes were gradually attracted by the pink peony in the mirror, this peony seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere?

In Lin Shuang's mind, a pair of weird red embroidered shoes gradually emerged. The pair of embroidered shoes were also embroidered with this pink and white peony, a vivid and vivid pattern, as if it had just been picked from the flower branches in the morning dew. Lin Shuang's spine seemed to have a cold finger slipping through, and this feeling was fleeting. Lin Shuang quickly unlocked the door of the bathroom and prepared to escape. But she was blocked by a pair of red embroidered shoes, blocking her way.

Lin Shuang screamed, and slid down with both hands on the wall. She fell to her knees helplessly, gasping for breath violently. The embroidered shoes disappeared from front of his eyes in an instant. Lin Shuang's spirit completely collapsed at this time, and the surging tears flowed silently.

Lin Shuang waved his hand to wipe away the tears in front of him, and suddenly saw that Luobei, who had been dead for many years, was looking at him with pity. Lin Shuang threw herself into Luo Bei's arms in a fit of relief, beat Luo Bei's chest hard, and shouted in pain: "Luo Bei, do you know that I think you are so bitter? Please, take me with you! I can't stand this anymore! ”

This time, Luo Bei was not wearing the red cheongsam he wore before he died, but the blue pants and white shirt of his youth. Luo Bei looked at Lin Shuang stupidly, with tears in his eyes, and kissed Lin Shuang's forehead with pity. Luo Bei's hand, cold and cold, caressed Lin Shuang's skin inch by inch, it was so careful, as if facing a fragile treasure. Lin Shuang hugged Luobei's waist tightly, for fear that as soon as she let go, Luobei would disappear again.

Lin Shuang was close to Luo Bei's cheek, feeling a kind of coldness without any temperature. She clinged to Luo Bei's soft face, wanting to warm his coldness with her own temperature. Luo Bei dodged, looked at Lin Shuang's eyes lovingly, and didn't say a word.

Lin Shuang leaned towards Luobei's red lips in a daze.

Luo Bei finally gave up his reserve, hugged Lin Shuang desperately, and rubbed his cold hands vigorously, as if he wanted to rub this beloved girl into his bones.

"Luobei, we have hope. I'll soon have access to the world's rarest spices. Lin Shuang gasped in Luo Bei's arms and muttered excitedly.