"tick, tick, tick..."
Indistinctly, Lan Tian heard the sound of water droplets falling on the ground.
She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up in the dark, and turned on the bedside lamp.
During this time, Lan Tian was mentally weak, and often had insomnia until the early morning. Even if he barely fell asleep, it was only a light sleep, and he was easily awakened by the slightest disturbance.
Lan Tian's parents thought that their daughter had not yet recovered from the shock of her fiancé's murder. Only Lan Tian herself knew what was causing her to be frightened and sleepless every day.
The dripping sound stopped as soon as the lights came on.
Lan Tian sat on the bed, grabbed the quilt tightly, pricked up his ears and listened for three minutes.
There was no more sound.
Lan Tian breathed a sigh of relief and lay back in the bed again.
She reached out to turn off the light, but changed her mind at the touch of a button, dimming the light only slightly.
Before closing his eyes, Lan Tian looked around again vigilantly, making sure there was nothing abnormal in the room, and finally calmed down.
But she hadn't had time to regain sleepiness - "tick", it was the sound of water dripping to the ground.
Lan Tian sat up from the bed.
"Tick."
Another dripping sound.
This time, she finally followed the sound to find the source of the sound.
A vase on the dresser was cracked at some point, and water seeped out, and the water stains had dripped to the edge of the table.
Lan Tian had been in a depressive mood recently, and she finally fell asleep when she was woken up by a leaking vase, which made her extremely irritable.
She resisted the urge to smash the vase, lifted the quilt, turned over and got out of bed.
Lan Tian took a foot.
"Snapped!"
Unprepared, she stepped on something wet and slippery.
Lan Tian instinctively looked down.
She was horrified to find that there was a pool of bright red and viscous liquid under her feet.
Although the light in the house is not too bright, the color and touch of this liquid immediately remind people of the word "blood".
Lan Tian opened his mouth wide, but the scream got stuck in his throat, and there was only the sound of "hehe" in his throat.
She instinctively retracted her feet and jumped onto the bed, inevitably rubbing the dazzling red on the quilt.
"No, no!"
Lan Tian's mind was in chaos, and she screamed while crying:
"How can there be blood, how can there be blood here!?"
At this moment, her blood-stained sheet suddenly sank.
Feeling the sudden pulling force, Lan Tian's conditioned reflex turned his head to the side, and he was shocked.
A hand was grabbing the corner of her quilt, pulling down the thin air conditioner inch by inch.
Lan Tian's whole body was shaking like a sieve.
She was clearly very frightened, but she was stiff on the bed like a statue cast in a petrification spell, unable to move at all, she could only open her tearful eyes and stare at the hand that was pulling her sheet.
Obviously, it was a woman's hand.
The hand is slender, the joints are not obvious, and the wrist is slender.
But at this time, this beautiful and well-proportioned hand was covered with dirt and blood, so dirty that the true color of the skin could not be seen.
"Woo-"
Lan Tian desperately squeezed out a choked sob from his throat.
But what made her even more desperate was still to come.
Because then, the other hand also climbed up on her quilt.
First two hands, then two arms, then a matted head...
Like squeezing toothpaste, a woman squeezed out from the bottom of Lan Tian's narrow bed, which was only ten centimeters long. Like a squashed big spider, she used both hands and feet to climb onto her bed slowly and step by step.
"Uh-no-"
Lan Tian was so frightened that he was completely paralyzed, and his whole body was trapped in the mattress, and even the courage to escape was gone.
The woman climbed on top of her, her hands covered in mud and blood stretched out and grabbed Lan Tian's neck.
In the pain of suffocation, Lan Tian opened his mouth desperately like a fish out of water.
She wanted to beg for mercy, to apologize, to cry, to cry for help.
But she couldn't pronounce even a single syllable...
…
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At three o'clock in the morning, Beiquan walked out of Lan Tian's villa side by side with Wei Fuyuan, holding a black umbrella.
"...Is it really okay to just leave people there like this?"
After walking 20 meters, Wei Fuyuan couldn't help but look back at the mansion behind him.
"It's okay, the rest of her business is out of our control."
Beiquan didn't even glance back from the corner of his eye:
"Tomorrow, someone who should be in charge will find her."
Wei Fuyuan said "Oh".
After a few steps forward, he asked again:
"Why don't you directly let me see Lan Tian's memory, but use such a roundabout method?"
Beiquan looked sideways at his assistant:
"I thought you hated looking at other people's memories."
Wei Fuyuan: "I really don't like it very much."
The feeling of being merged into other people's memories is too strange, the feeling of being enveloped in some kind of viscous liquid all over his body, gives him goosebumps every time.
And what Beiquan needs him to see is usually not a pleasant thing.
The first two pre-death experiences are not to be mentioned. Even looking at Yan Shuangshuang from the perspective of a props teacher, it did not allow him to enjoy the joy of appreciating beautiful women. In retrospect, only the word "weird" can be left to describe.
But he is not willing to watch it, and Beiquan thinks "don't need him to watch" are two completely different concepts.
Wei Fuyuan couldn't tell what he was thinking - anyway, he just hoped that Beiquan would find him useful, and he wanted Beiquan to rely on himself as much as possible.
"But it's convenient to have a look..."
Young Master Wei found a reason for himself to hold his respect.
"Ha ha."
Beiquan laughed.
"At that time, we didn't know what role Lan Tian played in this case, and if we wanted to check her memory, we didn't know how to intercept the selection, and we couldn't let you go through what she experienced in the past few months from beginning to end. Just one more time."
Beiquan paused:
"So I simply used nightmares to make her fall into nightmares. After she was frightened, her psychological defense line completely collapsed, and she did everything."
"Oh."
Wei Fuyuan nodded:
"So it is."
The eldest young master was satisfied, the entanglement in his heart dissipated, and he regained his energy.
Beiquan looked sideways at Wei Fuyuan.
He said in his heart that even if an ordinary person experiences only one out-of-body experience, he would have to lie in bed for a long time and not be able to get up. It is also thanks to you that you are extremely hard, you have merit and golden light, and you are strong and strong, so that you can withstand me shooting out your life and soul like a ball and stuffing it back in, and you can still jump alive after tossing back and forth.
—Besides, I don’t know if I want to shoot you again later, so take it easy and save the opportunity when you need it most.
Of course, Beiquan felt that there was no need to tell Young Master Wei these words.
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After the two left Lan Tian's villa, they didn't go directly back to the "Santu River", but instead went to another place without stopping.
This time, their destination was Mingtai Mountain on the outskirts of the city.
Although Mingtai Mountain is called "mountain", in terms of height, it can only be regarded as a hill.
Located in the eastern outskirts of Fengxing City, it was the site of an imperial garden in ancient times, but now it has been converted into a park.
Wei Fuyuan drove and Beiquan took the co-pilot, and it took them more than an hour to reach Mingtai Mountain.
In the middle of the night, the park was of course closed.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, holding umbrellas, swaggered in through the main entrance, and walked to the back mountain of Mingtai Mountain according to the information Lan Tian told them just now.
It was now four twenty in the morning.
The mountain behind Mingtai Mountain is very large, and Beiquan wanted to end this matter before dawn, so he released Guanhu Suying to help.
The snow-white little fox jumped into the night like a gust of wind, and disappeared in a flash.
Fifteen minutes later, it turned back and circled around Beiquan twice.
Beiquan smiled at Wei Fuyuan:
"found it."
Guan Hu Suying led the two of them all the way to the north slope of Back Mountain.
There are so many places to go in Fengxing City.
Mingtai Mountain is not a popular scenic spot in the first place, and what can be seen and played is basically concentrated in the front mountain, and the back mountain is usually a place where not many tourists come even during holidays.
There is only a small pavilion on the north slope, apart from the scattered pine cypresses and shrubs.
But just in the early morning, in a small pavilion with blue tiles and red pillars in a suburban park with no people in the four fields, there was a young woman sitting.
Here and now, a girl is alone in a broken pavilion on the hillside. Even the most generous person can't help but think of the three words "Damn".
When Wei Fuyuan saw her from a distance, he couldn't help shivering.
However, the woman in front of him was completely different from the female ghost in white or red clothes and disheveled hair that he used to wear in ghost movies.
The girl sitting in the pavilion was wearing a light blue dress with long curly hair combed into a ponytail.
"Mo Yuqing."
Beiquan let out a cry.
The woman in the gazebo turned back.
After seeing the other's face, Young Master Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The person in the pavilion is indeed Mo Yuqing.
Just like her image in the archives, Mo Yuqing is very beautiful.
Even in the dark, with only dim street lights around, the two of them could see that the other was wearing light makeup, and the corners of their brows and eyes showed the beauty and delicacy that had been carefully groomed.
Mo Yuqing stared at Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan for a while, then turned her head back, as if she didn't care about their appearance.
Beiquan didn't care about the girl's indifference at all, he walked to the pavilion on his own, put his hand on it, and went in directly over the railing, sitting next to Mo Yuqing.
"what are you doing here?"
Beiquan asked.
Mo Yuqing turned her head to one side and seemed to be seriously thinking about Beiquan's problem.
"Well, I'm waiting for someone..."
She was silent for a full minute before replying softly.
As soon as Mo Yuqing spoke, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan could hear it. Her voice was indeed exactly the same as Xiaoqing's voice they had heard on the hotline.
"Oh?"
Beiquan asked with a smile:
"Who are you waiting for?"