Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3195 Heartbeat Code: Unique Master (33)

is her.

   Qi Yun calmly determined that the back of Qing Jun he had just seen at the first glance, except for that person, no one could hold up that kind of temperament.

  The chief was silent slightly, his expression still.

  The archives room was found in the innermost position on the third floor.

  The existence of such a secret has put on layers of locks.

  Ranbai fell silent slightly.

  Finally made a calm decision.

  Lock picking.

  Normal operation.

  After a few minutes, Ranbai successfully entered the archive room.

  偌Large space.

  Empty.

  When the lonely light is bright in the middle of the night, it brings a quiet and dead silence, and there is a sense of depression for no reason.

  It’s really big here. At first glance, it’s easy to be shocked by such a huge layout.

  The rows of bookshelves form a very special three-dimensional sense of space, and they are arranged in an orderly manner in a direction that can't be seen at a glance.

  It is as difficult as heaven to find out what happened three years ago in such an archive room.

  But if you are interested in white dyeing, you won’t let it go.

  She walked in, along one of the rows of bookshelves, where various files were stored, all of which were marked with exact labels.

  The girl in white clothes like snow stood in it, completely infested by the ancient fragrance of splashed ink, like a family aristocrat who came out of ancient paintings, and her gestures contained classical elegance.

  The atmosphere is completely deadly quiet, except for the small sounds made by Ranbai flipping through the files occasionally, no other sounds can be heard.

  The night is quiet, and silence is quietly shrouded.

  You can clearly hear your own heartbeat.

   "Xu Bai."

  An extremely indifferent and clear voice, calm and seemingly close at hand.

  The whitening movement stopped at that moment.

   And in the next second,

  She reacted quickly.

  The silver light flickered between the fingers, it was a beautiful and cold color, with a dangerous enough sense of force.

  Ranbai pressed the tall young man on the bookshelf next to him, and the silver scalpel was pressed against the dark blue blood vessels on the young man’s white and slender neck, showing a delicate, fragile but bewitching sense.

At the moment when the fragrance lingered, Ran Bai already knew who it was. She moved her gaze upwards inch by inch, and she could see the black neckline of the officer's uniform. The buttons were solemnly and abstinently buttoned to the top, half covering her throat. , And at this moment, against a cold and small scalpel, there is a kind of indescribable and thrilling sexy.

  Her thin lips evoked a gentle curve of interest, with a three-point smile, and she whispered softly: "Sir." In the silent air, she heard very clearly, "What a coincidence."

Qi Yun was completely indifferent. Rao's expression remained unchanged. From the beginning to the present, he did not show off aggressively. His long eyelashes were slightly drooping, calmly and accommodatingly looking at the girl close at hand, his tone was very light: "It's a coincidence. ."

Almost half of his body was dyed white and pressed against the bookshelf, but he did not show the slightest sense of weakness. On the contrary, he was unspeakably expensive. His cold uniform was still meticulous, and the badge reflected coldness. The light comes.

  A free hand was not light or heavy and clasped the wrist of the girl's scalpel. The young man's slender and white fingers were completely closed, and the slender wrist bones under the fingertips lined up with an ambiguous feeling.

   Leaned slightly, approached the dyed white, and stared at the girl with deep eyes, with a cool breath: "Doctor usually likes to say hello to people like this?"

   "It's okay." His wrists were clamped, and he smiled white and calmly said, "The sir just called me by name, what's the matter?"

  The large and empty archive room, there are only two of them.

  The moon lay on the clouds and fell asleep, quietly glowing with the cold moonlight white, and the stars were singing and selling the light of night.

  Er Qiyun looked at dyed white, the girl’s shadow was reflected in her deep pool-like eyes, and the code was jumping and rolling countless times in the deep blue sea.

  They have always maintained such a cold and ambiguous posture, the coexistence of breathtaking danger and perdition.

"This is not where you should be." His thin lips opened lightly, completely ignoring the scalpel against his neck, and even approaching white unscrupulously. The slender figure easily enveloped the girl, "What do you want to do? ."

   "What, sir, mind?" The delicate face gradually enlarged in the line of sight and the cool breath of the first snow are almost embedded in the bones and turned into heart palpitations.

Dye Bai lifted her eyes slightly to see the beautiful white curve of the young man's jaw. She curiously touched it with her other hand. The cold fingertips traced the beautiful curve, and finally hooked the chief's jaw, making three bold moves. Three points coldly, with a gentle smile: "Why guess?"

  This kind of action is indeed offensive, even abnormally ambiguous.

  But it was made by her and it was cold, and there was no half of the temperature in it.

   Qi Qi stayed quiet for a while, raised his hand to contain the whitening movement, "You can still get out of your body now."

   "What should I do then." Dyeing white curled the corners of his lips and smiled happily. "I have been targeted, and it is boring to quit now."

   "This thing is more dangerous than you think."

   "Then what if I like it better."

   "Xu Bai."

"Um?"

   "You don't want to know the truth."

   Qi Yun finally let go of his white hand and pushed the person far away. He stood upright, cold and abstinent, always carrying an arrogant coldness.

  Ranbai heard him say.

   "But you want to know the truth."

  The tone is calm, but it contains the vast sea and the sky, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

   "I will not stop you."

  "Should I say thank you?" Ranbai asked in a rhetorical question with a smile, and also took a step back, showing a sense of laziness in her gentleness.

  The condensed atmosphere was slightly broken.

  Yanbai didn't say anything more, and ignored Qi Yun, just started browsing the files in the archives room.

   Qiyun did not leave, but stood there quietly, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes staring at the white movement, completely unable to see his emotions.

  Time passed by minute by minute, the moon was sleeping peacefully in the dreamland, the light it emitted was bright and bright, the stars were shining, humming cheerful ballads, and falling into the dim light of the night.

  Thousands of files in the archives are of course impossible to complete, and the white dyeing has already determined a rough scope.

  Admittedly,

  The archives room is indeed a good thing. It not only records archives, but also has an endless variety of books.

  This time's action brought a lot of pleasure to dye white.

  In fact, after watching for a while, Ranbai probably guessed the ending, but she was interested in these things, so she kept watching.

  Until the general content is read, it is already two hours later.

  In this one,

  It cannot be said that there is no such thing as what happened three years ago.

   is just such a sensitive timeline three years ago, as if it was cut off by someone, erased hard, disappeared abruptly, leaving no trace.

  (End of this chapter)