After returning to S City, the helicopter landed directly in front of the lawn of the Shen family's villa, Uncle Zheng waited respectfully, and Shen Ming came over, holding a cloak in his hand.

Shen Ming stopped Uncle Zheng from putting his clothes on him, my shoulders were heavy, and I looked up at him, "It's windy at night." ”

The two of us looked at each other and smiled, and everything around us became a landscape.

Shen Hua quietly took a step back, clenched his hand into a fist, put it to his lips and coughed gently.

Uncle Zheng's eyes are indeed much more complicated, Shen Ming went out and came back with a body injury, he has been with Young Master Shen since he was young, and now it has been forty-seven years.

In the past forty-six years, he had never seen the young master so seriously injured.

Since I met Miss Lu Qingqing, I haven't mentioned the big and small injuries, and I have lost my soul at every turn.

His little heart couldn't handle that......

Tourmaline holds a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite in his hand, pouring it like beer, his feet floating, his eyes are misty.

His gaze stayed on Shen Ming's face for two seconds, and then he quickly threw the wine bottle in his hand aside, and a large bottle of wine that the working class couldn't touch fed the grass in the garden.

The hem of her huge black skirt swung in the wind, and she came to Shen Ming in an instant, "You don't say goodbye, do you know how much I miss you?" How worried about you? ”

"Ah, are you hurt?" She quickly grabbed Shen Ming's hand and looked up and down, and there were large black blood stains on the expensive silk.

Shen Ming shook off her hand, his eyes were deep and pressing, as if he had also been soaked in a layer of frost and snow, and turned his head and asked Uncle Zheng, "Didn't Lone order them to take her away?" Why is she still here? ”

Uncle Zheng glanced at Tourmaline distressedly, and interceded, "Back to Young Master, Miss Tourmaline said that she would be willing to ......leave only after listening to you herself."

Tourmaline felt a chill in her heart, she always thought that she was a special existence in Shen Ming's heart, and all the indifference to her now was because he was confused by Lu Qingqing......

Shen Ming glanced at her coldly, turned his head and touched my hair, "Gu has something to deal with, you go to the bedroom and wait for Gu first." ”

I nodded obediently, followed Uncle Zheng upstairs, and walked a long distance, still feeling a sharp eye staring at me on my back, even if I was wearing a thick cloak, it made people shudder.

I took two quick steps and turned the corner to go upstairs, and that line of sight came to an abrupt end.

Uncle Zheng was standing respectfully aside, and when I was about to step into the room, he spoke up, "Miss Qingqing, can I talk to you?" ”

I paused and turned my head to look at him, "I want to hear about it." ”

"The old slave implores Miss Qingqing to take the initiative to leave our master......" Uncle Zheng looked me straight into the eyes.

And I didn't shy away from it, looking back at him, "Forgive me...... fate"

Love is not favored, and the mood is not lost, it must be fake.

Uncle Zhu had already expected my reaction, and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, "Miss Qingqing, the young master and Miss Tourmaline are very compatible." ”

I tilted my head to look at him, leaning against the cold wall, "Indeed. ”

Uncle Zheng thought there was a play, and took a step forward, his eyes flashing, "So Miss Qingqing is willing to leave the young master, right?" ”

"Just because I say they're a good match doesn't mean I'm going to give up. The door is right, and the man is talented and beautiful. That's not what love looks like, Shen Ming and I are in love, you think I'm not worthy of him materially. But in the face of love, everyone is equal. I won't give up on the person I love because of your dislike, and in the days to come, I will let you know that Shen Ming chose me correctly. ”

After saying a long list of words, I was a little thirsty, and I smiled apologetically at Uncle Zheng, "Uncle Zheng, I'm really sorry to disappoint you, I've been busy for many days, I'll go and rest first." ”

I didn't wait for Uncle Zheng to react, and then flashed into the room.

Uncle Zheng's expression was dim in the light.

……

A blue brick and white tile house, not far from the villa. Late at night, the hallway was silent, except for the occasional barking of dogs, which was also slight. Even in summer, the whole house still exudes an eerie feeling.

Slowly flowing out of the underground laboratory

The music of "There Was a Hole" becomes more and more ethereal and eerie as the cassette is played.

The man in the white coat occasionally followed the two sentences, his voice was warm and peaceful, and the two voices, which were completely different from the music, unexpectedly matched.

The underground laboratory was dark and closed, with a sour smell of mold and dust, the corridors were narrow, even the stairs were dilapidated and rugged, and he walked like an old man who was struggling to breathe, already rolling his eyes, but not burping.

The man descended the stairs with light steps and dodged to the laboratory table like a cat.

The old iron table, five meters long, was filled with a mess of bottles and cans and medical supplies, he seriously pounded the yellow-brown liquid in his hand, and there were words in his mouth, he habitually used the middle finger of his right hand to push the eyes on the bridge of his nose, but found that his hand was empty.

He realized that he had forgotten to bring his glasses today.

He patted his forehead lightly in annoyance, went up the stairs again, and when he came down again, he pinched the two legs of the gold wire glasses with the orchid fingers of both hands, and after wearing the glasses, he also carefully pushed the middle of the glasses with the middle finger of his right hand, and then he smiled contentedly.

The potion has been prepared...... What's next......

He looked around, caught in the corner of the table by a black garbage bag, his left little finger brushed away the broken hair that blocked his eyes, and walked on tiptoe towards the black bag, muttering, "Little baby, I forgot about you." ”

He was slender and thin, and it was effortless to drag a one-man tall bag, and he easily dragged the bag to the laboratory table, "Here, let me show you our new home, let me think about how many years you haven't been back...... Four years? Five years? It's been a few years, and it's good to come back......"

Next to the clutter of the bench was an iron bed the size of a third of a bench, with a deep dark red mark of a human form.

His eyes glowed green, and his white coat contrasted sharply with the darkness around him, and the movements of his hands followed the rhythm of the music, and he quickly opened the opening on the black garbage bag.

There were some dark red blood stains on the bag, staining his white and immaculate gloves, and he frowned unhappily as he turned to the drawer of the laboratory table and pulled out a new pair of gloves.

The black garbage bag had no support, and with a "clang", it fell to the ground, revealing half of its head, its hair sticking to its pale face indiscriminately, and its eyes were wide open, only the whites of its eyes, but no pupils.

The man heard the voice and turned around, revealing Lian Rourou's corpse a little. He stepped forward to check in distress, and gently stroked her face, like the person he loved most in his life, "Rourou, you know that you are something I made to contain resentment, how can you say that if it's broken, it's bad?" ”

Through the dim light, with the man's movements, Lian Rourou's entire head was exposed, and there were mottled marks on her usually proudest face.

The man gently put Lian Rourou on the iron bed, turned around and went to the small sink next to him to flush his hands casually, and fetched a basin of water, spider silk hung on the side of the basin, and the water was also turbid, but he didn't mind at all, his white and slender hand reached in, rubbed the broken cloth twice, wrung it out, and gently wiped her bloodstained face.

In this matter, his expression is focused and serene, as if he were creating the greatest work of art in the world.

After maintaining a constant movement for three hours, she finally cleaned up Lian Rourou's body.

He wiped his forehead with the cloth that wiped Lian Rourou's corpse, and pressed the light next to the bed, and the light above his head suddenly turned on.

Lian Rourou is not an inch, and her body is shining with a white light. But there was a bruise-purple mark on her face.

He admired her body with satisfaction, but when he saw the cyan mark, his pupils shrank, how could this be......

He nervously held the handkerchief in his hand that was comparable to a rag and kept wiping the bruises on her cheeks, the more he wiped the marks, the bigger the marks, fortunately he threw the rag aside, and directly picked it with his hands, until the bruised and purple leather was buckled off, he did not stop moving.

And the price of this series of things is that her entire face is detained, and she is drenched in blood.

He took two deep breaths and threw the dead skin on his hand in a garbage can, there was no longer a good skin on her face, the man still lowered his head, and gently dropped a kiss on her forehead, "I'll fix you, you can be patient and wait." ”

With that, he got up, took out the needle and thread from the drawer, sewed it in the huge hole in her chest, stitched it up, and pulled out one of the many bottles and jars, grabbed a heart, and placed it in Lian Rou's chest.

He recited the incantation, and within a moment, her lifeless heart beat in her chest.

When he had done this, he stood up happily and danced to the music in the closed room, as if he were doing some horrible ritual.

His dance was interrupted by a sudden ringing of a bell, and his expression instantly became gloomy, and he glanced alertly up the stairs.

He quickly turned off the lights in the basement, took off his blood-soaked coat, and gracefully walked up the stairs.

He glanced back at Lian Rourou's corpse again, and only closed the door in case it was lost, and the green light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the gold-rimmed glasses reflected the light outside.

Xiao Xu waited respectfully outside the door, as he had done in the past three years.

But today's events were different from other things in the past, he was now anxious like an ant on a hot pot, it was three o'clock in the middle of the night, and the matter was urgent, so he came to see his boss in a pair of pants that just reached his knees.

He wondered why there were so many mosquitoes today, almost all of them were Chen Qun, biting his feet with countless large and small wounds, plus he had something on his mind, he walked around the door anxiously.