The bills in the envelope are all the money I spent for Bai Yafeng.

When I first met him, my motive was very impure, that is, I wanted to have a good relationship with him, become friends, and then use his identity to break into the police, and then use the public security system to find out what I wanted to investigate. I, who have been kept in captivity by Su Mosen, don't know how to deal with people, and think that it will never be wrong to spend money, so I can buy things for them, but he was very reluctant at first, and he was not allowed to buy them, and he was angry twice. Later, after our relationship got better and more sincere, he sometimes got angry with me, especially when he bought expensive things, but he didn't have to calculate it so deliberately, but he always put away the receipts and invoices, saying that in the future, he would be promoted and raised, or suddenly a windfall, and he would definitely return a pen to me, and always said that a manly man would never break his word.

I never took his words seriously.

So I never thought that the invoices and receipts he had collected over the past few years would suddenly pile up in front of me in hundreds, even thousands.

Tears fell down again, I couldn't help it, crying like a little child, and my spirit was in a trance, as if he was right in front of him.

I remembered that on the day of the first month, I went to the bureau, and he thought that Vice Captain Yan was gone, and he could be promoted, so he was a little too proud, and shouted in the corridor, saying that when he was promoted and raised, he invited me to dinner and reported all the previous accounts to me, or something.

A good person, just say that it's gone, and I really can't accept it.

I covered my face and cried for a while, feeling a little dizzy, thinking that it was caused by so many things happening today, so I didn't pay much attention to it, and then suddenly I felt a smell in the air, and I sniffed it a few times, and sure enough, there was a smell, like something was rotting. Just as I wanted to get up to find the source of this smell, I looked up and saw the TV screen, and the whole person was stunned.

The TV is turned off, and the black LCD screen is like a mirror, reflecting the shadows of the furniture in the living room.

And my figure.

And a figure behind me.

Someone behind me!

I instinctively wanted to jump up and turn back to attack, but I couldn't.

I was dizzy, my whole body was weak, and I collapsed on the ground before I could stand up straight.

When I fell, I swiped my arm from the coffee table, and scratched the phone that had just rested on it to the ground, just at my feet, and I used the last bit of consciousness and the little strength I had left, to quietly kick the phone under the sofa.

I blinked, and blinked, and then I heard the sound of my own tears falling on the floor, very gently, with an embarrassing despair.

The worst fears of all these years finally happened.

Goddamn old bastard is back.

Sumosen is back.

The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was Su Mosen's immortal, unsmiling and temperatureless face, wearing an inhalation gas mask, looking like an ugly alien monster, with cold eyes, as if there was murderous intent.

And as before, he burned the horseweed at home, and the anesthetic gas released was colorless and odorless, and it was impossible to prevent it, and it was impossible to fight back.

He leaned down to check on me.

I slowly lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

Finished.

It seemed as if I had only been in a coma for a day, and it was as if I had been in a coma for a century, and my dreams were filled with a thick black fog like ink, and I almost suffocated to death.

When I finally broke free from the darkness and boundless dream, my brain sank terribly, my eyes ached, and I was confused for a while before I could focus on the situation around me, and found myself lying in a completely unfamiliar place, rough cement walls, and an old-fashioned electric lamp with a very low wattage and dim dust hanging on the ceiling, as if it was in some old dilapidated house built in the seventies and eighties.

My body was still under anesthesia, I could only move from the neck up, and when I looked down, I saw myself lying naked in a bathtub filled with water, which was so old that the walls of the tub were mottled and I don't know what strange colors were stained.

The point is that I'm naked.

What I am surprised now in my heart is not the sudden return of Su Mosen, who has been missing for more than five years, but why I have lived with him for so many years, I actually didn't kill him, and I didn't even have the courage to try once.

It's incredible, it's really home.

As long as I can turn over this time, I promise, I won't tell him half a nonsense, and just stab him to the west sky.

The heart twitched with hatred.

It's a pity that I can't move now, except for my brain is still awake and my neck can move slightly, the rest of my body is as if it doesn't exist, and it's not controlled at all. I know that this is the effect of Ma Grass, which is the most ruthless and easy to use natural anesthetic drug, the gas produced when exposed to heat can anesthetize the whole person including the brain, causing a long period of coma, and when it comes to water, it can only anesthetize the part it touches. Su Mosen filled the bathtub with water and put horseweed in the water to control my movements and keep my mind clear so that I could answer his questions, such as the interval between periods, whether I had sex with anyone, whether I had allergies to anything, etc.

Over the years, almost once or twice a year, he had put me down with a horse startle, stripped me naked, asked me all sorts of intimate questions, and studied me as if I were not a living person, just a talking corpse lying on a dissecting table, or a talking guinea pig, whose only use was to give back to the experiment. I really can't understand how I could have been so cowardly, how I could endure this humiliation again and again, year after year.

In any case, I can't bear it anymore.

He is not my grandfather at all, but I still have a trace of family fantasies about him every year, which is really funny!

I tried to turn my face to the left, and saw that it was a long, narrow, old, even dilapidated room, with a wooden cabinet, a table, a chair, and a wooden door, and the door was closed, and there was a little dirty glass on it, which felt a bit like a leper's ward inside, and a bit like a single dormitory somewhere, completely unfamiliar, unimpressed, a place I had never been to before.

I could smell the strong scent of red dove grass in the air, a disinfectant made from medicinal herbs and other things, which was particularly effective, with a very low ignition point and strong volatization. A long time ago, Su Mosen took me to live in a farmhouse in the countryside of Guangdong, the owner of that family was a friend of Su Mosen, and once he was injured while doing farm work, and he couldn't heal for a long time, so Su Mosen made a lot of red dove grass disinfectant and put it in the room to avoid the air bacteria in the air from causing secondary infection to the wound, and I knew how effective this thing was at that time.

In addition to disinfection, red dove grass also has the effect of killing insects, probably because the air in this room is humid and closed, the air quality is poor, and it is easy to breed all kinds of insects and bacteria, but it has a very important use, such as to operate on me, it must be absolutely aseptic, so Su Mosen took the risk of using that thing to disinfect. You must know that the ignition point of red dove disinfectant is lower than that of alcohol, and with the current concentration in the air, a little spark can start a big fire.

He's really good enough, and he's not afraid to burn me to death.

When I twisted my face to the right and looked to the right, I saw that there was another bathtub about two meters away from me.

The tub was surrounded by green vines, and I blinked twice, and I could tell that it was the Seven Tiger Vines.

It is the kind of vine that appeared in the story of Chen Jiawu more than four years ago, wrapped around the black sarcophagus of the underground tomb.

Inside the bathtub was a white, huge flower that had appeared in the underground tombs of Chenjiawu and the basement of the old dilapidated houses in the small barren mountain, carrying the mission of soul transfer.

I swallowed hard, and somehow suddenly remembered the professor named Lin Qiliang, who died in the underground tomb of Chenjiawu in order to get a dead flower. Did he really fall for Dai Mingming? I don't think it should be with the degree of his treacherous and slippery, so why does he have to be a dead flower?

I don't know if it's because the power of the horse frightening herb is too strong to anesthetize my sensory nerves, and I don't even have the emotion of being startled or surprised. Or when I saw Su Mosen's face with a gas mask for the last time before he completely fainted at home, he was subconsciously prepared for all kinds of accidents, so he was very accepting of everything now, in addition to having a deeper and deeper hatred for Su Mosen in his heart, he neither felt good nor bad about the environment he was in and everything around him, he was very calm.

But I'm curious about who the corpse in the bathtub will be.

With the Seven Tiger Vines and the Afterlife Flower, there will inevitably be a living corpse.

It's definitely not an adult's corpse, because the length of the bathtub is not enough, and if an adult like me is lying in it, it is bound to expose the neck and head to the outside, since there is none, it means that the head is very small, and it should be the corpse of a child.

I'm not afraid of corpses.

I'm just afraid that the corpse is a woman.

Then I was afraid of the rustling vines around the tub, and if the corpse in the tub was really female, if I got any closer to her, what would happen next would be self-evident: I would be dragged in by the vines and swallowed up, and the soul of that corpse would be implanted into my body through the afterlife, and the two souls would coexist for a while, and then I would fade away.

Just like Shi Ling.

My soul will disappear from this world completely.

An inspiration suddenly crossed my mind, and I seemed to think of something very important, but I couldn't grasp it, and it slipped away, and fear gradually took over my whole body.