Holding back the pounding heart, Shen Jiming pulled out the card.

The card is similar to the kind of dating card that is usually distributed on the street, with a scantily clad beauty printed on one side, a name named Xiaomei written on the other side, and a mobile phone number, and a sentence at the bottom: "Provide door-to-door service, on call, remember to call me!"

Lao Tzu must not have slept well recently, or he thinks too much about women!

Shen Jiming closed his eyes vigorously and then opened them again, and found that the card was still in his hand, so he stuffed the card into his trouser pocket, and then took out ten yuan to take the pocket from Fang Mei's hand, and went home after saying goodbye to the two of them.

"Huh~" After entering the house, Shen Jiming put his pocket on the table, and then he felt that he was soaked in cold sweat, so he got up and went to the toilet to take a shower.

A few minutes later, Shen Jiming came out wearing big pants and wiping his hair with a towel, threw the towel on the chair casually, and then opened the plastic bag to prepare for supper.

The moment he opened his pocket, Shen Jiming's eyes bulged out and his face became extremely weird.

The bag contained two pancakes, but now it was a big potato.

Shen Jiming hurriedly pushed open the screen window and looked out, there was not a single ghost on the cold and dark street, and Liu Qiangbing and his wife, who were still setting up a stall just now, had disappeared without a trace.

After staring at the big potato for half a minute, Shen Jiming felt that he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, so he walked into the kitchen with the potatoes, took out a pot filled with water, washed the potatoes and threw them in, turned on the gas stove and boiled them.

Because he usually has to work part-time until late before going home, he rarely eats at home, and it is rare to cook once in almost ten days and half a month, so there is no food at home, and there is still half a bag of rice, but it is not realistic to just eat rice.

Right now, after boiling this potato, I can barely have a supper.

As for the origin of the potato, Shen Jiming no longer has the slightest impression, maybe because of the concussion that caused his skull to be broken, he didn't go out to buy pancakes and fruits just now and just lay on the bed and had a dream again, Liu Qiangbing and his wife didn't come to set up a stall tonight at all, this potato was brought back by himself at another time, but he was in the stage of intermittent amnesia.

While boiling potatoes, Shen Jiming lay on the bed and kept thinking about the phone call he had just received and the dream of Liu Qiangbing's wife being killed, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

According to the same experience on the previous two occasions, it should be three days later, maybe at this time in the evening, Liu Qiangbing and his wife will be brutally killed downstairs.

But this time, Shen Jiming decided to find a way to stop this from happening.

The first time Su Meimei died, it was involuntarily.

The second Qi Zhenghai's death was something he liked to see.

As the saying goes, there are only three things, although the origins and identities of Liu Qiangbing and Fang Mei seem quite mysterious at the moment, they can't see death without help.

Didn't the woman on the phone say that she had the power of destiny in her?

Although fate is unpredictable, since there is such a clear and unmistakable reminder in advance, if you can't stop it, it will be too much to say.

Thinking about it, a very strange fragrance slowly came out of the kitchen.

And under the seduction of this fragrance, Shen Jiming felt that he was suddenly hungry and completely unbearable, as if the gluttonous insects that had been suppressed in his body for decades had been seduced out and crawling everywhere in his intestines and stomach.

Shen Jiming turned over and got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, the pot was boiling, the diffuse water vapor splashed out, and the fragrance became more and more intense.

Shen Jiming couldn't wait to lift the lid of the pot and saw that a yellow potato inside was still rolling in the water, and the water in the pot turned a faint pink.

I'll go, what the hell is this potato?

Shen Jiming stayed for half a minute, inserted a chopstick on the potato, and found that his heart was ripe, so he quickly pouted the potato, and then tore off a layer of skin, revealing red bean paste, and suddenly a rich aroma that could not be dissolved entered his nose.

"Hiss~" It's so fragrant, Shen Jiming couldn't hold back anymore, and quickly took a bite.

Hmm~ It's delicious, Nima is so delicious!

He had never seen or heard of this kind of red-hearted potato, and it didn't smell like a potato at all, and it was eaten in his mouth...... It's not like a potato, but like a crunchy and tender flesh, extremely sweet, every time he eats, Shen Jiming feels like he is drinking a glass of wine, every pore in his body is open and breathing, and there is also something in his mind that is glowing, a comfortable mess.

Shen Jiming hummed and gnawed.

He felt like his whole body was floating.

Every cell in the body is like soaking in a hot spring.

The soul had drifted out of the body, like a puff of smoke floating around.

His skin turned red, as if he was drunk, but it was actually more serious than being drunk, and the pores began to slowly drench blood beads, as the blood beads became more and more, the whole person looked extremely terrible, and these blood beads formed a pink blood mist around the body as if evaporated, and the entire kitchen soon turned into a churning sea of pink mist, slowly drifting through the kitchen to the living room and bedroom.

"Puff~" Before the potatoes were finished, Shen Jiming passed out directly with a demented smile on his face, and fell on the kitchen floor like a pile of mud.

......

"Woo~Woo~"

In a daze, Shen Jiming seemed to hear a burst of alarms, and then the alarms got closer and louder.

Shen Jiming covered his forehead and sat up, only to find that the room was dark and rumbling, lying on the kitchen floor, with a headache like a big iron nail being driven into his head, and he felt that his brain was broken.

Wagging up and turning on the light, looking at the small half of the black potato still falling on the ground, Shen Jiming remembered that he seemed to have eaten a big potato, and then it was very comfortable, and he couldn't remember anything after he was comfortable.

Could it be that this potato is poisonous?

Shen Jiming was stunned for a long time before bending down to pick up the potatoes, but his hand just touched it but turned into a pile of dust with a pop.

Holy, how long have I been unconscious?

Shen Jiming almost fainted, fell asleep and got up, not only was it dark, but even the remaining potatoes turned to ashes.

"Woo woo woo ~ "

The sirens outside the community have converged, and all kinds of noise and noise have been heard, while red and blue light flickers through the windows in the living room.

"What the hell is going on?"

Shen Jiming covered his forehead and walked to the living room, looked down through the window, and found that the narrow and dark streets were already full of people, seven or eight policemen completely blocked the surrounding intersections, and many policemen were pulling the cordon, and in the middle of the cordon, there was a scene that made him both frightened and familiar.

A trolley lying crookedly on the side of the road, with what appears to be two people lying on the side of the road.