Tick, tick, tick.

The movement of the clock is like the water droplets that are slightly dotted with the surface water surface and splashing ripples in the depths of the cave, and the secrets hidden under the seemingly undisturbed appearance are like Pandora's treasure box, if it is not opened, it is just a spotless dead ash.

The moonlight is bleak.

The moonlight peeled through the layers of shade outside the window, outlining the willow trees that shouted to kill, and peeked into the ordinary hotel room.

The time pointed to half past two in the morning.

Fang Jun's intimate snoring in his ears was still vaguely audible, and it seemed that today was another busy day for Fang Jun.

I saw the information in the middle of the night yesterday, and although I got up late this morning, I spent a day sorting out the Red Shoes case and taking a witness confession, but obviously the result was not as satisfactory as I thought.

When I came back from dragging my tired body at night, I encountered the mysterious disappearance of Alain again, and the nerves that had just been relaxed became tense again.

Now that he was safe and fell on the bed, Fang Jun had already fallen asleep.

But the woman on the other bed couldn't sleep, curled up, her legs in the white sheet were like snake tails circling, Alan looked out the window, his back to Fang Jun, one hand on the pillow, and the other hand pressed a sharp weapon on the side of the pillow.

It was a dagger, and it was still shining in the dark night, with murderous intent.

She couldn't sleep because she was dreaming again.

That dream about his mother.

This is the second dream in a row, like a life-threatening talisman, tormenting Alain's fragile cranial nerves every night, and every night it is like a brainwashing machine, constantly telling Alain, I want to go home, I want to save my life.

When I think about it, I feel scared.

Alan only felt a shiver all over his body, and a chill rushed down the soles of his feet to every corner of his body, and then, cold sweat gushed out along the corners of his forehead and along the gaps of every capillary, like a spring, soaking half of his back.

A long delay means many hitches.

Alain knew that it was not a way to go on like this, whether he would have to hide it all his life, whether he would spend every night after that he couldn't sleep, thinking about it and dreaming at night, longing to go back every day, and the dream at night was a truthful reaction.

I want to come to the scene of the night.

I almost showed my stuffing, the time was in a hurry, what I did was indeed too inferior, and the reason was even more inferior, but Fang Jun didn't debunk himself, and it seemed that he didn't find out, after all, he was so good that the secrets related to the Red Shoes case and the Dragon Hunting Regiment were sued to Fang Jun.

Brother Fang is good to himself, he can't ignore his conscience, but time passes day by day, there is no clue to return to Python Source Village, and he finally caught a Yu Yan, if he gives up, who knows who else he can find in the future!

She longs so much to go back, the kind of woman who has left her homeland and is still burdened with hatred, when faced with revenge, she is a demon.

Slowly getting up, Alain's dagger was raised above his head again, his trembling hand swaying in mid-air, as long as his heart was forced, the dagger pierced directly into Fang Jun's throat, and he would definitely die.

But she couldn't.

"Alas, it still can't be done. Struggling, Alain finally gave up, got up and returned to the bedside, closing his eyes.

And Fang Jun beside the bed, a pair of eyes slowly opened. He didn't sleep.

Night, beating against the boundless darkness, like a sonata on the edge of death, tick, tick, tick......