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"Mr. Xia, excuse me. "Mr. Mo's attitude towards me was surprisingly good.

Before on the platform, he had been ignoring me, as if I were an air man.

I nodded, "It's okay. ”

"Let's go, Miss Fangfang?" Mr. Mo urged.

The wheelchair was only ten steps away from my window, and according to the normal law, the waitress would push a few steps forward, which is the normal distance for people to talk. However, she stopped early and looked at Fangfang in silence.

"I ...... I'm not going, I'm sorry Mr. Mo, I have important things to talk about with Mr. Xia. Fang Fang refused Mr. Mo's call.

"Isn't it okay to talk about it tomorrow? It's already late at night, so don't disturb your guests' rest. Mr. Mo said.

Fang Fang grabbed the window frame with both hands and shook her head resolutely: "No, those words are very important, and they must be said tonight." ”

She looked at me with a pleading look in her eyes, like a little beast that had lost its nest, hoping that I would take me in for the night.

I smiled faintly and looked at Mr. Mo: "I'm really sorry, I'm leaving the villa tomorrow, and I have to talk to Miss Fangfang tonight." Otherwise, Mr. Mo, I will call Mrs. Han and ask her to make a decision to lend Miss Fang Fang to me for one night temporarily. How?"

Mr. Mo thought silently for a while, for about twenty seconds, his body remained motionless, as if he had suddenly fallen asleep.

"Good. He suddenly spoke, "Okay, it's okay on my side." However, there is no need to ask the lady. ”

Then, the waitress turned her wheelchair and walked towards the way she came.

After Mr. Mo disappeared, Fang Fang let out a sigh of relief and lay on the windowsill weakly.

"What did you just say, Mr. Mo?" I asked.

The crisis is over, and I have to figure it out.

"When I said it, I couldn't even believe myself, he was a ...... He's a dead man......" Fang Fang held her head in her hands, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of between her teeth.

This sentence was familiar, and it made me frown.

"How?" I asked.

"Mr. Xia, can you go in and talk slowly?" Fang Fang asked.

I nodded, "Okay, I'll open the door for you—"

Fangfang didn't wait for me to move, her hands were forced, and her body rose into the air, crossed the windowsill, and landed beside me.

When she landed, she was unsteady on her feet, and I should have reached out to help her, but I subconsciously took a step back to avoid physical contact.

She barely stood up straight, quickly closed the window, and then pulled the safety lock down to lock it tightly.

With a snort, she pulled the left and right curtains at the same time, and pulled them in the middle, covering everything outside the window. After doing this, she was a little relieved, her legs weakened, and she collapsed under the window.

I hesitated, but finally reached out to her: "Go and sit on the couch." ”

When Mr. Mo left, he must have been quite unwilling, and perhaps he had already informed Mrs. Han and waited to see my jokes. Therefore, I keep the rules in everything I do, so as not to give people a bad idea.

"Mr. Xia, don't pull me, I came to you just to avoid trouble, and it has nothing to do with the private relationship between men and women. Believe me, believe me - I don't care who Mr. Mo used to be, but now, he's a dead man. I also knew that he must not want others to find out about this secret, and anyone who caught a glimpse of his secret would die. Mr. Xia, I don't want to die, as long as there is a chance, I have to escape. I'm still young, I can stand anywhere, and there is no need to tie myself to the villa. If you are willing to take me away, I will be a cow and a horse in this life, and I will repay you and be your slave for the rest of my life......" Fangfang's mood almost collapsed, and the sweat, makeup, and dust on her face were mixed together, and she spent it in a mess.

There are many ways to judge whether a person is alive or dead, Fang Fang is a favorite general under Mrs. Han, this kind of judgment and judgment means are still available, definitely not like those rich ladies who are scared when they encounter something strange. This was confirmed when she accompanied me on a night visit to Arazuka.

She said that Mr. Mo was a dead man, and I believed at least seventy percent of it.

"Why don't you tell Madame?" I asked.

Fang Fang shook her head: "Mr. Mo is Madame's honored guest, no matter what kind of request he makes, Madame will meet it, and it will be done without any discount." After the Spring Festival, Mr. Mo proposed to use the 'Nightmare Infant Technique' to crack the secrets in the wild lake, and Madame agreed-"

When I heard the name of "Nightmare Infant Art", I was shocked.

It was an indigenous thaumaturgy from the west bank of the Mekong River in Vietnam - although it could be called "thaumaturgy", many decent thaumaturgists preferred to call it "witchcraft". To put it simply, the "Nightmare Infant Technique" is a method similar to "refining the Yuan Baby" using the fetus in the womb of a pregnant woman. I have seen in the classics the steps of implementing the "Nightmare Infant Technique", which is divided into four steps: Nightmare Night Conception, Nightmare Day Fetal Making, Nightmare Moon Fetal Protection, and Nightmare Delivery, each step has complex spells and rituals, and many of the operation methods are almost concentrated on the "ritual art" of all cults in the world.

Ten years ago, there was a famous "Baby-Trick" incident on Hong Kong Island, which was related to the Iraqi Red Dragon, the Ghost Tomb of Baghdad, the Hong Kong Island Ranger Shen Nan, and the Goddess Stealing Fang Xing. The details of this incident were recorded in a set of strange books called "The Ancient Tombs of Buddhist Doctors", which were widely circulated among the community.

Since ancient times, once a certain thaumaturgy involves infant sacrifice, it must be an evil art, and it must be exterminated by the combination of black and white. Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, there are no exceptions.

In the book "The Tomb of the Buddhist Doctor", it is also recorded that the Iraqi tyrant tried to continue his regime through the "art of infantile care", and it was almost successful, and it has been carried out to the final step, secretly transporting a pregnant woman with nine lives to Hong Kong Island, only to give birth to a fetus, and then successfully resurrect the red dragon, reorganize the old department, and kill back in the Arab world. Skynet is magnificent, negligent but not leaky. The ranger Shen Nan teamed up with the goddess to steal Fang Xing, and after many difficulties and dangers, they finally smashed the conspiracy of the red dragon and eliminated the demon baby cultivated by the "Nightmare Infant Technique" and the nine-life pregnant woman together.

Although I didn't doubt Fangfang, this matter was too important, so I still asked, "Are you sure?"

It is mentioned in the texts that if a thaumaturgist wants to use the evil art of "Infantile Nightmare", he will definitely find a target among women with strange fates, or lure or coerce, so that they will bow down to their orders.

"Of course, I'm sure. Fang Fang said.

"Could it be that Mrs. Han has any tricks in Mr. Mo's hands?" I asked.

If that's the case, we don't have anything to say.

Fang Fang rubbed her hands vigorously and shook her head: "As far as I know, Madame has no handle. It's just that her desire for the mirror room is too strong, so she will practice any way to open the mirror room. As the founder of myopia, Mr. Mo knows everything there, which is what Madame values the most. ”

Of course, I know that Mrs. Han is a career-minded woman, and such a woman often does not hesitate to give everything to achieve her goals. She asked Fangfang to accompany Mr. Mo, but she just used it as a tool. Since it's a tool, there's no need to think about her feelings.

Perhaps all the leaders in the world are like this, treating all their subordinates as tools, driving them arbitrarily for their own selfish interests. In fact, they couldn't be more wrong. It is impossible for a person to be reduced to a tool completely, even a robot will have a mind of its own.

Mrs. Han did this, which was almost equivalent to forcing Fangfang to rebel.

"The result?" I asked.

"Mrs. Han is looking for a suitable woman for Mr. Mo, and she has found a few before, all of them are girls from the art academy, who are outstanding, smart and clever, but none of them meet Mr. Mo's standards. This work is still continuing, and now it is transferred to Hong Ye. Jinan is so big, it will definitely be able to find a suitable woman, and the art of nightmare babies will definitely be able to continue. Now, none of this is my concern, I just want to get out of the villa and get out of touch with everything here. Mr. Xia, take me away, let me be your slave, everything I have belongs to you. Fang Fang said eagerly.

"Fangfang, to be honest, even if I take you away, I won't be able to escape Mrs. Han's control. Jinan is small and doesn't have many good places for you to hide. After escaping from here, the world is so big that there is no place for you at all. ”

I don't want to pour cold water on him, but it's the truth. If everyone could escape from the villa without bearing any consequences, Madame Han's soldiers would have escaped long ago.

"Mr. Xia, if you say this, it is equivalent to seeing death and not being saved?" Fang Fang asked.

I nodded bluntly, not giving her blind hope, so that she could see the reality.

"Then I'm looking for the wrong person. Fang Fang said.

I smiled bitterly and stepped back: "Fangfang, it's not that I don't want to help you, but this matter, no one can help you." ”

Fang Fang's face changed, and there were tears in her eyes: "Dead people don't need to be taken care of by others. Mr. Mo is a dead man, I really don't want to take care of him, if my wife forces me to do it, I would rather die. ”

The fact that Mr. Mo is a dead man sounds very strange, because we met twice, and he could talk, laugh and drink. And the speech is very logical, it can't be a dead person.

I remembered the situation after the death of Mrs. Guan, and the funeral home also made the same estimate, thinking that Mrs. Guan had been dead for several days. However, Aunt Guan was obviously by my side, especially after my grandfather died, she helped me a lot.

This indefinable situation of the living and the dead is really puzzling and incomprehensible to how it works.

"Chase the corpse?Chenzhou Zombie Gate?Mr. Yan?" I suddenly remembered Mr. Yan.

If people like Aunt Guan and Mr. Mo are dead and alive, and they can still eat and rest, then they can really be included in the stories of chatting and eating in the modern city.

I hope to help Fangfang, at least to help her through tonight, and then make plans when she is emotionally stable.

The rooms were huge, we could sleep on the bed and the sofa for one person, and we were safe and sound.

"Fangfang, you go to bed and rest. As Mrs. Han said, everything will be dealt with tomorrow. I said.

Fangfang did not refuse, silently walked to the bed, and lay down with her clothes.

I went back to the couch and turned it around to the door, so that I could be the first to notice if someone approached to peep.

When I lay down again, Fang Fang on the bed was already snoring slightly.

"She's so tired. I sighed.

The workplace is not easy, especially when working under a strong woman like Mrs. Han, you have to be 100% energetic all the time. In the long run, no one can stand it.

Tomorrow, I'll go to the nursery station and see if there are any other tombstones. I am sure that the graves of **Qiu and others are nearby, and it is impossible to be too far apart.

In the middle of the night, half asleep and half awake, in a daze, when I woke up at dawn, Fangfang actually fell asleep in my arms. We huddled on the couch, half of her body pressed against me. Fortunately, both of them were neatly dressed and nothing embarrassing happened.

I gently pushed Fang Fang aside, then got up.

To hide my embarrassment, I went to the door, opened it with extreme care, and walked into the courtyard.

On top of the big tree in the courtyard, a few gray magpies fell and chirped.

This kind of fresh and refined mountain scenery will never be seen in the city of Jinan, because there are many people and few places, and there is no place for sparrows, let alone gray magpies.

According to the current architectural planning of Jinan City, if you want to find a pastoral retreat, you can only find it outside the Second Ring Road.

With the acceleration of the process of urban construction, a large area of land outside the second ring road has also been swallowed up by the reinforced concrete jungle, and the original so-called villas, garden communities, and green communities have all become oases in the desert.

In the future, if you really want to retire, it is really a good choice to buy a single-family house to live in this side of Blue Rock Tahiti.

This thought flashed in my heart, I was still so young, the days of retirement were far away, and it was useless to think so far.