Did the pill bottle fall? Strangely, Lin Zhi remembered that he hadn't opened the cap.

Lin Weaving sat up straight, and the system did not make a sound in his mind, and this silence seemed to indicate something.

If someone else did it, 01 would definitely remind him.

Lin Zhi turned his head suddenly, the bedside table was empty, and the water cup that was originally placed there had turned into fragments on the ground, and the water inside was nowhere to be seen, probably dry.

Qiu Or walked over, picked up a few large pieces with his hands, and went to the living room to get a broom to clean up.

Lin Zhi looked at him silently and pressed his sore temples.

Some images suddenly flashed in his mind, Lin Zhi's breath stagnated slightly, put on his slippers and walked into the bathroom.

Qiu Or saw the empty bedroom and searched his eyes, entered the bathroom, and saw Lin Zhi standing in front of the mirror.

The mirror of the bathroom sink showed cobweb-like cracks, the glass bottle containing the shampoo shattered on the floor, and the white, viscous, milky shampoo gathered in a small pool on the floor.

Lin Zhi looked down at his palm, recalling the sharp and extreme excitement of the destruction, the feeling of destruction was easy to fascinate people, but his reason felt disgusted, not due to destruction, but emotional, so the brain pressed down these memories that he didn't like, and let everything calm again.

Lin Zhi raised his eyes and looked in the mirror, he had always been rational and restrained, after a long time, he thought that he was born like this, but his brain still remembered, remembered how he was trained and trained.

He used to think that the direction of growth was what he wanted, but now it has always been what he wants, is it really what he wants?

However, this kind of philosophical question of life only turned in Lin Zhi's mind, and his eyes moved slightly, and a smile flowed.

These constituted him anyway, and he didn't have any discomfort.

Qiu Or took Lin Weaving's reaction into his eyes on the side and asked, "Are you happy when you smash it, come again?" ”

Qiu Or stretched out his hand and shook it, and Lin Zhi realized that he didn't know when he took the shower gel off the shelf and handed it to him.

"Smash this, and the whole piece will shatter."

Qiu Or pointed to the stress point of the mirror, obviously Lin Zhi hadn't moved yet, and it seemed that he had heard the sound of the whole mirror falling and breaking, which made people happy.

"Glass may fly, but that's okay......"

Qiu Or grabbed Lin Weaving's hand and swung him forward, the fragments cut him into countless pieces, and countless of them had Lin Weaving by his side.

As the debris flew up, Lin Weaving heard his whispers.

"Because I'm going to get in the way."

He asked, "Do you still have the strength?" ”

Lin Weaving: "Huh? ”

His question was taken as acquiescence, and he was picked up by Qiu Or with one hand and walked out.

The man's body actually doesn't smell good, there is a smell of dust and sweat, and you can know his rush by smelling it.

Lin Zhi was carried to the kitchen, and Qiu or bent down to take out a pile of dishes from it.

"It's rare that you want to smash it, so smash it to the fullest."

When he is sober and reasonable, he is afraid that Lin Zhi will not do this.

Hayashi sat on the cooking table and blinked.

Qiu Or raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you want to demonstrate?" ”

The plate fell high from his hand and split in an instant.

Lin Zhi stuffed one in his hand, Qiu Or: "Let go." ”

- Smack!

The porcelain plate cracked, and the sound was crisp.

Qiu Or he thought it was too slow to throw them one by one, so he asked Lin Zhi to directly push all the tables down.

In these sounds, Lin Zhi smiled slowly.

It was a smile that didn't seem innocent or utilitarian for no purpose, and only smiled because it was pleased.

"It's a nice smile."

Qiu or approached, kicked the pile of garbage away with his foot, and stepped on the debris and stuck it in front of Lin Zhi.

He unfastened his belt and asked, "Do you still have the strength?" ”

Chapter 239: Police Officer's Suspect

Qiu Qi's hands were calloused and scarred, a little rough to the touch, and his palms were very warm, as if they were burned by sparks when they collided with sparks.

Smashed to pieces, all, everything.

The boredom and anger that boiled like a flame, together with those past, chaotic thoughts, or the reason that Qingming knew how to decide, could no longer be pieced together at this moment.

The shattered porcelain was crushed into powder by the soles of the shoes again, and the sound of overlapping and decay changed from crisp to dull.

The vandalism had made the kitchen a little messy, with irregular pieces of porcelain on the floor, crumbs beside the sink counter, and the hem of Hayashi's blouse curled slightly, uncaring to wave aside pieces that might scratch him.

A faint ache came from the unknown corners of the skin, pouring hot oil on the fire, and for this moment they were no longer a source of anger, but a source of love.

The air conditioner in the living room was turned off not long ago, and the cool air was still circulating in the room, but it was imperceptible.

Lin Zhi was held up, and saw the blood marks on Qiu or the eyebrow bone, probably caused by the previous broken glass, leaving a small wound of about one centimeter on it, and the blood vessels around the wound were not rich, so the bleeding was slow, and it did not coagulate into blood beads and flow down, but only spread at the wound, adding ferocity to the man under the light.

Qiu Or happened to look at him with his eyes down, and when his eyes were locked, there was a sense of crisis of becoming the prey in a cage, and that feeling made people feel high.

The scars and hatred may be very compatible, Lin Zhi thought, and the blood qi made him more imposing and devouring, and the greed and thirst and the fanaticism injected into his body became extreme.

The color is so bad that people want to enlarge this wound and let the sea of fire ignite itself.

Lin Zhi kissed away the blood stains of Qiu or Or, and said softly: "Officer, are you too tired today?" ”

The white light illuminated the young man's beautiful face, and the crimson of his tongue was unobstructed, and his eyes were crooked with a smile, and under the gentle and soft thin skin, there was a clear malice tact.

He fluttered down his words, making waves, waiting to be submerged.

Qiu He's face still had the residual warmth of his lips, and he sneered meaninglessly.

Lin Weaving's fingertips tightened, so hard that he lost his blood.

The light flickered and ghosted in the blurred vision, flickering a few times at a certain moment, and then suddenly extinguished.

Maybe it's a power outage, maybe it's tripping, and no one cares.

The moonlight that fell into the window illuminated the young man's beautiful and well-proportioned back, and the man's palms were sharply shaped under the slightly emaciated outline.

The porcelain that had been trampled into powder slept quietly in the silvery light, with the occasional piece of white dripping down with it.

The fallen medicine bottle in the living room was inadvertently kicked open, and the cold air trapped in the space dissipated.

…………

Compared with most cities, Runing is a city that never sleeps, even if it is one o'clock in the evening, there are still many people playing.

He Miao, who came out of the bar, opened the taxi software and saw that there were more than 80 people queuing in front of him, so he instantly gave up waiting and canceled the order.

Anyway, the place where I live is not very far, if you take a shortcut, you can walk home in 20 minutes.

He Miao skillfully walked into the residential area, turned on the flashlight and walked inside, the street lights here have been broken for hundreds of years and have not been repaired, and it is basically impossible to repair the rate.

After walking for a while, he couldn't help but pluck out his ears, I don't know if it was the sequelae of the jump just now, how could he still hear the sound of dong dong?

It was a small sound, like a faint drum beat.

He Miao stopped and listened carefully, but there was no sound anymore, it was really an illusion, he shook his head, and it was estimated that he was stupid by the sound wave.

He pressed his voice as he walked forward: "Brother, let me tell you, I popped up and hallucinated......"

The footsteps grew farther and farther away, and the alley was quiet again.

He didn't look back, and naturally he didn't see the eyes that were staring at him from behind the curtains.

waited for them to leave, Xia Chi bowed his head.

Zhu Tiantong, whose hands and feet were tied and his mouth was also touched, trembled subconsciously, and his eyes were full of shrinkage.

The corner of his forehead was bruised, a mark from the impact he had just made.

Xia Chi kicked him in the abdomen unceremoniously, and Zhu Tiantong's body arched into a shrimp shape after eating pain, feeling that he was being dragged again.

He shook his head desperately at Xia Chi, but it was still useless, and he was dragged into the bathroom again.

The feeling of heat and humidity came over his face, making his head even more dizzy.

Xia Chi changed the way he tied the person, and made sure that No. 6 couldn't straighten up before closing the bathroom door.

She didn't expect that she was just taking a shower, and Six could move to the window to make a noise.

Back in the bedroom, she sat in a simple chair using her slightly old computer.

The slow internet speed upset her a little, and seeing that the reports and discussions made her feel worse, she should have killed the man instead of letting him go.

How dare they imitate her, why should they imitate her, and learn so poorly.

After the stuck computer processed her video, she went backstage, found a contact and sent the video.

After doing this, she immediately logged out of her account, and began to enter those discussion posts as before, trying to analyze that the young lady was not killed by a serial killer.

The sound of the keyboard being tapped kept ringing, and the computer screen reflected the distorted face.

…………

The continuous sound of the message is very noticeable at night, attracting people's attention.

Qiu Or was wiping Lin Zhi's legs with a tissue, his fingers were slightly bent, and when he was about to continue to verify that he was not tired from work, he looked at the mobile phone that lit up.

Lin Zhi felt something strange in a daze, and pressed his palm on Qiu He's hand and moved slightly, expressing his doubts.

"There's a message on your phone."

Qiu He's palm stroked Lin Zhi's neck and wiped away the beads of sweat for him.

He was going to ignore it, but his instinct suppressed his instinct at this moment, making his eyes a little clearer.

Lin Zhi opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Open." ”

Fortunately, he has the physical strength to recover, otherwise he would have fallen asleep because of his physical exhaustion, and there are not many people who will contact him at this time, and it is very likely that it will be Xia Chi.