For some reason, Fu Jianlin always felt that this fairy seemed to be having a bit of a holiday with his next-door neighbor.
When he asked questions before, Bi Xian answered with a high-level attitude, and even brought a bit of jokes that made him angry, but after mentioning the young man next door, Bi Xian suddenly became a lot fresher, and the answer also included With full of anger.
The existence that can make the pen fairy call the devil...
Fu Jianlin made up his mind a lot at once, and the black-haired young man's face that was too beautiful for a man suddenly turned gloomy.
The woman on the side had never had much contact with Xiao Li, nor did she have such a deep feeling as a man. She raised her head and repeated timidly, "Devil?"
Before, Fu Jianlin had been asking about the pen fairy, and the woman had not interrupted. At this time, the pen fairy suddenly turned to her and wrote a line: [You can stand up.]
"Ah...?" The woman couldn't understand, and opened her mouth in confusion to make a syllable.
Fu Jianlin didn't understand either, but he knew in his heart that it was not a good word, so he casually took a sip to the side, grabbed the pen and wanted to send the pen fairy away.
However, before leaving, the pen fairy wrote in the direction of Fu Jianlin: [Fu Jianlin, you will pay for everything you do until the moment you remember.]
This line of words on the white paper is like a hook, constantly trying to lift the fog shrouded in his heart, but it is forcibly suppressed by some force, preventing this layer of fog from completely overturning.
Fu Jianlin suppressed the unease in his heart, grabbed the fountain pen, slammed it to the ground, and smashed the tip of the pen with his foot: "What kind of rubbish, you can talk nonsense, rubbish, rubbish!"
Originally, the baby was tired from crying and fell asleep with his fingers in his mouth. Now he was startled by Fu Jianlin's sudden outburst, and began to cry again.
The woman hurriedly wanted to run out: "I, I'll take care of the child."
Fu Jianlin grabbed her arm and pushed her hard to the ground, venting his uneasiness on her: "What are you going to do, you are also a piece of trash, and so is your son—"
He said that he was about to stride to the room where the baby was, but the woman who had been submissive raised her head and grabbed the leg of his trousers: "Don't touch him, he is also your son, you are going to beat me!"
"It's not like he hasn't been beaten, so what are you pretending to be?" Fu Jianlin turned around and kicked the broken pen into the corner cursingly, "This kid is really mine, this face doesn't look like me, I see You are the seed of a wild man outside, hurry up, be annoying, and tell your son to stop crying!"
Seeing that he didn't intend to trouble the child any more, the woman got up immediately after hearing the words and stumbled to comfort the baby.
Fu Jianlin, who was left alone in the big room, irritably dipped his fingers deep into his hair. The sound of frying pans and chopping meat continued. He rudely rubbed two balls of napkins and stuffed them into his ears, but he was still restless.
It was too noisy, it was so noisy, it made him flustered.
The movement of the next room was transmitted to everyone's ears intact.
Luo Shan couldn't sit still. The place was completely closed and the cell phone had no signal, so she could only stay in the room. She waited for a long time until night fell, but she couldn't wait for Fu Jianlin to think of anything.
She glanced into the kitchen, the door over there was ajar, Xiao Li took the initiative to take over Gong Mingming's work, and Shen Mizhi was there to accompany him.
Luo Shan didn't go in to disturb them, but said to Gong Mingming: "Mingming, why do you think Fu Jianlin hasn't remembered what happened at night? Moriarty's stimulation is obviously enough, right?"
Ye Zeqing got a handful of melon seeds from the house he was in, and was sitting on the edge right now, chomping: "Maybe it has to be more direct, such as putting a note to him, saying you killed it. Your wife and your children, now your wife has turned into a ghost and returned to take revenge."
"That's not necessarily true," Gong Mingming said directly to Luo Shan. Since the little girl often told her about what happened on the ghost ship, she also used the name Mori for Xiao Li every time she chatted with Luo Shan. The name Artie, "Moriarty has done enough, if it doesn't work, then this kind of paper that directly writes the truth will be considered nonsense by him, so there should be another opportunity, just temporarily. We were not caught."
"If this is a copy world, our goal is to find this opportunity, and the implication is only evidence."
Listening to Gong Mingming's words, Luo Shan pondered, trying to figure out the way of life.
Wang Huai and Ye Lingshi did not join their conversation. Wang Huai was more worried about the current reality than the realm of the nameless female corpse. His eyes finally fell on his skull ring, and the skull seemed to notice it. His eyes flashed a gleam of darkness.
On the other side, in the kitchen, Xiao Li was holding the handle of the frying pan, frying a piece of meat back and forth.
There is a bowl next to him. He has already fried three pieces of meat, but either it was raw or the heat was too mushy, and there was no finished product. Now this piece of meat in the pot is the fourth piece of meat he tried.
Xiao Li seemed to be stuck with this piece of meat, and he had to make it himself. Without asking for help from the young people around him, Shen Mizhi just leaned aside and looked at him.
When Xiao Li poured oil into the pot, a drop of hot oil was splashed on the back of his hand, and the back of his fair hand almost immediately turned red.
Xiao Li frowned slightly, but there was no pain, this pain was nothing, he was about to ignore it, but he bumped into another body behind him.
Shen Mizhi turned off the fire, pressed against him from behind, dragged Xiao Li to the edge of the pool, and turned on the faucet to rinse the back of his hand.
Under the impact of the cold water, that piece of skin soon stopped being hot, but Shen Mizhi still didn't mean to stop.
Just as Xiao Li was about to turn his head, he was restrained by the young man from behind, and he said sullenly, "Don't move."
"how?"
Xiao Li was actually used to Shen Mizhi's sudden closeness, but being pressed in front of the pool still made him not used to it.
Shen Mizhi whispered: "Charge."
The sound of the water from the faucet was rushing, covering the crying of the baby next door, and even the discussion of the people in the living room became weak, as if there was only this space left in the world.
Xiao Li let him hug him for a while, looked back at the piece of meat in his pot, and made a suggestion: "Change the time to recharge?"
"Not good," Shen Mizhi's lips rubbed between the graceful neck of the young man, "they are all here today, I can't touch you."
Although he has often been unable to contact each other in the past, but from frugality to luxury, since the establishment of the relationship, he has been unable to bear not meeting his lover for a long time.
Xiao Li remembered Shen Mizhi's appearance in the afternoon, like a big cat who saw an uninvited guest, standing on the side and sulking, but because he was always indifferent, and Xiao Li himself contributed to the fire, no one could see it.
The young man found that he was holding back his laughter, and bumped the other side unhappily.
A smile appeared in Xiao Li's dark eyes, he turned his head in this posture, raised his head and kissed the young man's chin.
Shen Mizhi let go of his hand, he held Xiao Li's lips down, hugged him directly, and let him sit directly on the table.
His pro-strength was like thunder and lightning from the outside world, and they stole a moment of joy in this final peace.
At this moment, Ye Zeqing's voice came from the closed door: "Moriarty, you fry the meat for so long? It won't happen, right?"
Xiao Li took a breath, this time it wasn't just the back of his hands, his entire face, and even the base of his ears were flushed with thin redness, especially his lips. He was biting with Shen Mirage's kiss, not only was the lips blood red, but also had bite marks.
Xiao Li said vaguely in the gap: "I still have to fry the meat."
"… I'll help you."
Shen Mizhi said, he grabbed Xiao Li's wrist and pressed him back.
In a place like this, the arrival of night is always disconcerting.
Due to the announcement of the unknown woman last night, everyone did not leave, but stayed together with Xiao Li.
They dug out a few quilts in the closet and put them on the living room floor, watching what was going on outside.
Once it was midnight, there was no change outside, but the sound of chopping things came from the next door on time.
The difference from last night is that the sound of the frying pan tonight is extraordinarily loud, but the sound of chopping meat will only sound once after a long interval: "Zizi, zizi, bang, zizi, zizi, bang."
This kind of sound is like the grief before death, constantly predicting the arrival of danger for everyone.
If it is an ordinary human being, or even some reincarnators fall into the field of the nameless female corpse, they will be disturbed. kill.
It was already early morning, but Luo Shan had no sleep at all. She sat on the sofa and looked at the plate of fried meat on the table from time to time.
It came from Shen Mizhi's hands. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It tasted just right. It was extra processed by Xiao Li and sprinkled with a little pepper, and it smelled like steak.
Time passed minute by minute, and the door in everyone's sight was finally knocked from the outside world.
Xiao Li took the plate of meat to the door and opened the door.
Standing at the door is the nameless woman who came out from the next door.
The difference from last night was that the frying marks on her face were more obvious, not only the wounds caused by the splashing of boiling oil, but more like the burns caused by sticking her face to the frying pan, occupying half of her face. .
The woman's hair was loose, and the fluffy hair was like the tentacles of an octopus. She was holding a bowl with a cartoon bear carved on the outside of the bowl, which was obviously for children. There was a pile of fried minced meat in the bowl.
The door next door was wide open, and there was no crying of a baby, no snoring of a man, no sound of any kind.
"I'm here to invite you to eat meat." When the woman spoke, the wound on her face moved fiercely, but it was only one night, but she seemed to be much stronger, "You have to eat it thoroughly and well, Otherwise, you will become my flesh."
Xiao Li glanced at the bowl in her hand and found that it was simply rolling the meat in a frying pan.
Xiao Li: "No seasoning? Sprinkle some salt, I prefer cumin, it will be more delicious."
woman:? ?
Is this also a picky cook
The movement of her handing the bowl stopped in mid-air, as if hesitating whether to hand the bowl directly to him.
Xiao Li didn't hesitate, he directly took the bowl from the woman's hand and handed his plate of fried meat to the other party.
"Swap," he said.