Qiongcang hung up the phone, but He Jueyun had already woken him up, and he was no longer sleepy.
The room became even quieter after the sound was lost. She heard a muffled sound coming from the living room. It should be because the window was not closed tightly, and the wind was blowing at some hanging item.
Qiong Cang closed his eyes and breathed steadily, tossing and turning several times, but was still disturbed by the sound and couldn't sleep.
She sat up resignedly and walked barefoot to the living room.
I have become accustomed to the vision of the dark night, looking at the aisle without lights, still with a blurred phantom.
A giant vase standing in the corner overlapped with a certain figure in Qiong's memory, making her footsteps froze in place.
Qionggong was not happy to see Xie Qimeng, just as Xie Qimeng felt about her.
The appearance of that person reminded her of those things that she had almost forgotten.
Her super memory allows her to automatically renovate and supplement those key details whenever she begins to recall the past, as if it were yesterday, and it is difficult to escape.
And when those confused and ignorant emotions were cast on the filter of time, the fear that she had once ignored came to the surface like the macula on old photos.
Qiong took a step forward and reached out to fumble for the light switch on the wall.
At that time, she was arranged to sleep on the sofa bed in the living room, and Xie Qimeng's pet was lying in the corner kennel.
Firmament liked to hear the dog's light purr as she slept, because she couldn't accept complete silence at the time.
He was an obedient and alert dog, extremely likable.
Whenever the firmament approaches it, it wakes up quickly from its slumber.
But it knew that it couldn't roar at night, and it always looked at her innocently with its big dark eyes.
That puppy was always very patient with children and stayed up late with her.
Pets have a much more direct grasp of human emotions, and the method of comfort is so simple.
When the sky reached out, it would lean its head up and keep her warm with its own fur.
After a long time, it would sleep defenselessly on her palm, tilt its head, and show her closeness.
That night, the house was quiet and everyone fell asleep.
As usual, Qiong approached the kennel after insomnia, but this time, the dog did not respond and kept lying on the ground.
The firmament squatted in front of its wooden house, cradling its legs and quietly observing its sleeping face.
In the silence, the sticky footsteps of bare feet stepping on the wooden floor sounded in the dark night.
Qiong Cang turned his head and saw the bloated body walking towards her step by step.
The two looked at each other, one high and one low, and neither of them said a word.
Qionggong saw her stop on the side of the sofa, staring at him with a pair of emotionless eyes.
Her long hair fell on the side of her face, and the corners of her lips pulled down like the face of a devil.
Then, she turned around and went to the kitchen, and came back with a knife with a cold light.
The night wind blew from the gap, with the familiar stench of muddy water, as if connecting the two scenes across time and space.
Qiong's eyes flickered, and his throat rolled dryly.
In the whole memory, the only thing she felt blurred was Madam Xie's face. Maybe she was too scared at the time and forgot to look at it, or maybe it was too dark and she didn't look carefully.
Only the feeling of horror is particularly profound, and the reason is unclear.
She remembered that she moved and took a step back, watching the sharp tip of the knife in the opponent's hand aimed at her, and swaying as she walked, several protruding blood vessels tightly wrapped around the opponent's slender arm, cold and cold powerful.
At that time, Qionggong wanted to speak, but opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
She stared and moved from the other's bare toes to the pale face, then lowered her head.
However, instead of stabbing her, the knife stabbed the sleeping dog.
The sharp knife pierced the dog's neck sharply, making a brief, indescribable cracking sound, and the young and gentle voice merged into a sense of picture, telling Qiong how the kitchen knife was pierced, and how to pull it out, over and over again.
The blood gushed out, and the sound turned all the strong emotions into a gushing spring in the dark night, bursting out.
The dog woke up in pain, but unfortunately because his mouth was covered, his body was also very weak, and he only made a slight whimper.
Qiong Cang raised his hand to cover his ears and closed his eyes tightly.
She didn't slowly open until a warm liquid flowed to her feet.
From her angle, she could just see the puppy lying on the ground.
It was still alive, with a pair of hazy dark eyes filled with tears, motionless and soft to the ground.
It looks upon itself humbly, accepting the rapid passing of life.
The resonance between the firmament and a dog turned out to be the strongest.
She felt that the eyes of the dog were so similar to her own.
Mrs. Xie carried the dog away in front of her, stuffed it into the cabinet, turned her back to her, and squatted in front of the cabinet door for a long time.
After the madness, the woman probably began to regret it, her face was full of sweat, and she put her head against the edge of the cabinet, sobbing silently.
The people in the bedroom were still soundly asleep.
Mrs. Xie wiped her face and went to the toilet away from the bedroom to wash her hands.
The sound of water rushing, and the bloody mess in the living room, proves that everything just now is true.
The stench, clutter, and tremors of the scene stimulated the senses of the firmament.
Firmament touched the light switch and turned it on.
At the moment when the light shines, all the sounds and pictures are dissipated from the brain.
In the empty living room, only a bunch of wooden signs left by Jiang Ling were shaking.
The wooden sign was tied with a red rope and hung on the handle of the glass window.
Under the disturbance of the night wind, it was turned over for a while, and "Fu" was printed on it, and then it was turned over and it was written with "An" on it.
Qiong Cang laughed and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
If it is the current firmament, it can calmly evaluate this matter, and even make two laughs.
It's a pity that the sky at that time could only realize one thing - it turns out that adults can use such an extreme method to express their dislike for a person.
She missed her family so much that she couldn't wait for a moment.
Even if Qi Kexu is not such a successful mother, at least she can rely on her with peace of mind.
She pushed open the door, walked out late at night, crossed the long street, returned to her home, and stayed at the dim doorway, waiting for her mother to come back.
In the dark night, the inconsequential plea for help made Qiong suddenly understand that death means that human beings are forced to accept loneliness.
Since then, all the waiting has become a memory.
Qiong took down the red wooden sign and closed the window tightly.
There are many people in this world who hide secrets.
There are many people who hide the cruelty and ruthlessness in their hearts, and then face benevolence and kindness.
For those people, Qiong feels that after they have experienced the fragility of life, they can restrain their instinctive impulses within the red line of the legal system and maintain their normal appearance. To a certain extent, it is also a kind of power.
It was their comparison that made Qionggong clearly understand that she might not be a good and selfless person, but she must not be a pervert. Even if she developed savagely, she would only become an ordinary person in the end.
Qiongcang sat on the sofa with the wooden sign, and slowly waited for the cold sweat on his body to subside.
She raised her hand and let the wooden sign keep flipping in the air.
A respected Kochi woman, let her know the bottom line of killing.
A family member of a criminal who was looked down upon, taught her what it means to be unbearable.
Qiongcang laughed softly: "Precious lesson."
It shows that as long as you continue to live, you can always encounter something good.
Qionggong took the bag that he used frequently and put the wooden sign in it carefully.
"If kindness can be blessed, I hope your son can come back in an open and honest way one day."
Qiong Cang smiled and said, "Good night, Ms. Jiang."
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A new copy of Homicide Analysis will soon begin testing.
This is probably the team dungeon with the largest number of participants that Sanyao has ever opened.
Qiongcang carried her black cloth bag and walked into the door without looking sideways.
The Sanyao Hall was still full of people. Due to the large number of players who signed up this time, and many of them were novice players, the scene was even more lively than before.
Those with excited expressions are obviously novice players, and they still don't know how to hide their expressions.
Being selected for the game means that they have the opportunity to emerge in front of hundreds of millions of people, which is undoubtedly a beautiful thing that can be said to the outside world.
In order to perform well, they read all the important strategies on the Sanyao forum long before they set off. Unfortunately, they haven't waited until the official practice. They are still in the social stage, and those complicated theories have been rejected by the old players one by one.
The old and new groups of people are having a heated discussion about the game strategy.
The firmament passed through the crowd, got on the elevator, sat quietly in the lounge for a while, and went to the designated room to log in to the game.
The third time I logged into the game, Qiong was used to it a lot.
She quietly waited for the vertigo to pass, looking at the black subtitles in front of her.
Fugitive: QC1361 is officially loaded into the game! Welcome to the analysis of the murder scene. This dungeon is a special limited-time dungeon. You will start an exciting escape story alone.
Please be careful with it! Being caught by the police is immediately considered game over.
Escape the red circle from the police pursuit, as the game victory.
The scope of the red circle is determined by the police investigation and pursuit plan. Third-party viewers can view it from time to time. Players should make their own judgments.
Good luck with your game!
Identity: Rogues don't ask where they come from.
You are a wanted criminal on the run.
Player Rating: 96 (This character is literally made for you!)
Fit with the role: 86% (geniuses are probably similar, such as the brain that has been favored by fate.
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Escape progress: Although the wanted order has not been issued yet, your escape career has begun, please cherish every second that begins now!
Note that you have three minutes to stand in place and observe the environment.
The copy starts immediately after the countdown ends or when you leave the place.
Be careful of cameras on the street and the enthusiastic crowd on the side of the road.
Click here for copy details
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Before Qiongcang put his emotions into the scene, the audience in the live broadcast room was already clamoring.
"Fuck there's a 96 here! Is it real?"
"After shopping around, I found that the character matching of this dungeon is very high, so the ability score has been relatively improved a little bit.
Sure enough, Sanyao calculates character matching based on IQ! "
"This episode is all about geniuses, I can do it!"
"96 points! The pupils are good, I decided to squat in this live broadcast room.
I've asked for the leave, don't let me down! "
"I want to go to the live broadcast room of the squatting chaser, I feel that it will be more exciting there.
sinister smile"
"No, is this 96 points reliable
It looks like this player is unremarkable. "
"Someone once suspected that.
After lighting the cigarette, his face was gone. "