An Ruqiao picked up the tea and sniffed it. There is no smell or smell of any kind, there is no smell.

An Ruqiao doesn't drink much plain water, and basically drinks all the water. She hates everything that is colorless and tasteless, whether it is plain water, pure water or mineral water, she can drink a sip or two, and if she drinks more, she will want to vomit. It was an uncontrollable physiological rejection.

Among the various beverage categories, Anrujo's favorite is wine, followed by fruity drinks. She collects all kinds of liquor at home, and also makes her own effervescent tablets to solve the problem of "drinking water". Speaking of which, although tea is also a kind of drink, An Ruqiao doesn't like it.

Not to mention this, only the color of tea, but not the fragrance of tea, just mixed with her aversion to white water and tea.

An Ruqiao put the tea back on the table.

"What kind of tea is this?"

"This, this is our new beauty product in the store, the part of external and internal use, the ingredients are all Chinese herbal medicines, very good, can regulate the body, you try it, taste it, if you don't like to drink it, it doesn't matter."

Fang Ling saw that she didn't drink, and began to use words again, both inside and outside the words were "I took the things at the bottom of the box to entertain you, if you don't like it, you're sorry for me". It's very tactful, but An Ruqiao can hear it when she hears it. Fang Ling, this woman, is a veteran of moral kidnapping.

What was put in the tea, An Ruqiao couldn't tell just by looking and smelling, but she still followed Fang Ling's meaning and tasted it.

One small sip, less than 30 ml.

Fang Ling also drank a cup, and after a whole cup, she let out a satisfied sigh.

After watching An Ruqiao swallow that small sip of tea, she smiled with satisfaction.

Later, Fang Ling promoted some products in the store to An Ruqiao, and after a moment of greeting, she offered to send An Ruqiao back.

Anyway, drop by.

The two met Zhou Yang again downstairs.

Fang Ling greeted Zhou Yang, and Zhou Yang seemed to want to say something, because An Ruqiao, an outsider, was there, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Zhou Yang, a salesman who is very busy with work, I don't know why, he can always go home early these days, and he can always meet his neighbors at the door of his house.

I just don't know if it's a coincidence.

After nightfall, An Ruqiao was as usual, just after nine o'clock, she finished washing up and nestled on the sofa.

She has good hearing and can hear sounds one or two stories away at night when it's quiet. Now, for example, she could hear the sound of the shower next door, the water flowing into the sewer, the movement of the bed board upstairs, the sound of the head of the bed colliding with the wall, and the laughter of the two girls in the hallway outside.

These slight noises do not make it difficult for her to sleep, but rather convey a sense of security to her through a "lively" feeling.

As long as it is not startling, harsh, and the sound reaches the level of "pollution", such as decoration, moving, etc., An Ruqiao can tolerate it.

Slowly falling asleep to these sounds, tonight, An Ruqiao had a rare dream.

Anruqiao was huddled in the corner, next to a very large double bed.

She hid herself between the bed and the wall, in a gap about the width of the bedside table. If someone finds her, she can quickly slip through the gap under the bed and leave the other side.

Her body was a little chilly, and the cold air that came from nowhere blew on her, making her shiver. She was also a little unconscious, a little like she was half asleep.

Her extremely sensitive hearing allowed her to clearly pick up on the footsteps coming from the hallway outside the door. The slippers are in contact with the floor, "pop", "pop", again and again, from far to near.

An Ruqiao could hardly identify who the footsteps were coming from. If she was usually conscious, she would have been able to hear it.

The man outside the door opened the door and came in. When he came in, he called out to her, "An An, mom is back." ”

"It's all my mother's fault, and I won't do it again, is it okay for my mother to run away with you?"

"The prophet promised me that when the experiment was successful, I would be able to fulfill one of my wishes, and when the time came, my mother would take you away!"

Another footstep came to the door, and he tried to open it, but when he found it locked, he began to knock.

"Knock knock! Knock knock! ”

When the "mother" who heard the knock on the door spoke again, her tone changed.

"Don't tell me about what I'm going to take you with!"

"All the suffering you have suffered now is for you to have a better future! Mom and Dad are all for your good! ”

"You are obedient! If you don't obey, your mother won't be able to help you! ”

An Ruqiao had realized that she was dreaming. She rarely dreams and rarely thinks of her mother.

"You liar."

In the dream, Anruqiao's perspective saw her mother's feet through the gap under the bed.

After her mother warned her, she went to open the door for the knocker.

"You liar." An Ruqiao repeated again, she and her mother both knew what would happen after opening the door, but the mother who loved her and was good to her would not stop.

"Knock knock!" Another knock on the door woke An Ruqiao from her dream.

An Ruqiao, who woke up, let out a long breath and found that she was soaking wet, her limbs were weak, and her mouth was dry. The gaze is also a little distracted, and the consciousness is a little difficult to concentrate.

An Ruqiao glanced at her phone, and it was eleven twenty-two in the evening.

Propping himself up, he walked to the door, An Ruqiao leaned his back against the door, and while supporting his body, he looked out sideways through the cat's eye.

In the middle of the night, she was a single woman, and she was not in a good state, so it was impossible to open the door casually. When he saw the outsiders clearly, An Ruqiao breathed a sigh of relief.

It's Xie Jingchen.

An Ruqiao took off the padlock on the door and opened it.

When he opened the door, Xie Jingchen was about to knock on the door again, when he suddenly saw the door open, and he was still in the posture of holding the knuckle of his middle finger to slam the door.

"What's the matter?" An Ruqiao leaned against the door and asked.

Xie Jingchen was a little embarrassed. This kind of embarrassment looks a little familiar to An Ruqiao.

"I would like to ask if I can borrow it for one night...... The customer service of this B&B has not replied to me......"

An Ruqiao raised an eyebrow.

The hunch came true.

This man...... Isn't it a bit of an inch?

An Ruqiao didn't directly refuse, she was not feeling well, and she didn't maintain her usual gentle mask - anyway, this man had seen part of her true face, and she could break the jar.

"Do you have to stay at this homestay?"

Xie Jingchen's face was a little red, but he still nodded, "Yes." ”

"Something to do with the case?"

“…… Right. ”

After a strange silence, just when Xie Jingchen felt that his abrupt request had been refused, An Ruqiao turned around and walked back into the house, and said at the same time, "Come in, close the door." ”

There was no light in the room, and after Xie Jingchen closed the door, it was pitch black.

An Ruqiao lay down on the sofa, curled herself into a ball, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

She was not particularly conscious, but she had already learned from her body's reaction that there was indeed something wrong with what Fang Ling gave her to drink today.

At least...... Addictive and hallucinogenic properties.