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The corner of the young man's mouth twitched.

Girl, can you be more perfunctory when you make up a reason?Are you insulting my IQ?When I can't see the seal on the door?

But the situation is stronger than others, so he can only forcefully smile and say: "Small, I will definitely help with this."

Also, hurry up and let go of my arm, it hurts too much!

Xia Ren let him go, and at the same time, in order to prevent him from escaping, he kept blocking the corridor entrance.

"It's time to perform the real technique!"

Xia Ren encouraged and patted him on the shoulder.

The young man now regrets that he did not bring a fruit knife with him when he went out.

"After I unlocked it, you shouldn't wait to call the police." He asked worriedly.

He felt that although the woman in front of him was beautiful, but her eyes were weak, she probably regarded herself as a tool and threw it away when she wanted to use it up.

"Call the police, why call the police? I'm forgetful, what happened just now?" Xia Ren looked surprised.

"No... nothing happened."

The young man smiled dryly, then knelt down and took out tools from his pocket. Fang Bin's house did not have a security door, so he opened it quickly.

"Can I go?"

The young man asked weakly.

Xia Ren looked at the door that had opened a gap, and was very satisfied: "I haven't had time to thank you..."

"You're welcome, that's all, goodbye."

He slipped quickly, and disappeared around the corner of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

"What am I so afraid of?"

He took out his mobile phone and was about to call the police, but after thinking about it, he decided to wait until later.

Now the door has been opened, and the seal was torn by the young man when he unlocked it just now. He took out a tissue that he carried with him and put it in the palm of his hand, pushed the door carefully and walked in.

This is a small house, the room is not spacious, and the ground is rather messy, there are empty beer cans and takeaway boxes everywhere, and there is an ashtray on the coffee table, which is filled with half-smoked cigarette butts .

Suddenly, a black shadow floated past, Xia Ren was startled, and finally looked up to see that the overhead light in the living room was crooked, with a piece of cut bed sheet hanging on it, and it was shaking gently in mid-air as the door opened.

Heaved a sigh of relief, Xia Ren can be sure that this is indeed Fang Bin's home, and the bed sheet should be the tool he used to hang himself.

"It seems that Fang Bin's wife's death in childbirth has dealt him a great blow. These beer cans and cigarette butts can prove that he was in a poor state before his death. He could only use alcohol and cigarettes to numb himself."

"But why does the infected body hate so much? What is he hating?"

The infected body is born by human beings, and is also affected by the memory of the host body. The old lady Liu and the little boy Li Xuan are good examples.

If the cause cannot be found, the incident will be difficult to solve.

When Xia Ren came to the master bedroom, the first thing that caught his eyes was a huge wedding photo. It was also the first time he saw Fang Bin's appearance.

Different from that ferocious face, Fang Bin in the photo looks handsome and handsome, looking affectionately at his wife in the white wedding dress in his arms, he is simply a match made in heaven.

only……

Now the bedroom is also in a mess, the quilts are piled up on the floor, and the clothes are messy on the bed. One can imagine how painful Fang Bin's last period of life was.

There is also a photo on the head of the bed, which should be looked at by Fang Bin often before going to bed.

Xia Ren went over to pick up the photo, which was also a group photo of Fang Bin and his wife. The difference was that the wife in the photo was pregnant. They stood side by side, leaning their heads together, looking at the swollen belly together, their faces brimming with happiness. .

however,

are dead.

Xia Ren had an indescribable feeling in his heart, a little heavy, a little regretful, and a little puzzled.

No valuable clues could be found anywhere, so he shifted his sights to the last room.

As soon as he opened it, Xia Ren was stunned.

Looking back at the messy living room, looking inside the room, there is an unreal feeling.

This is a baby room.

The walls of the entire room were painted light yellow, even the ceiling was no exception. The floor was covered with soft blankets, which were very comfortable to step on.There is a wooden crib in the center of the room, and various toys are prepared around it. The socket on the wall is specially made, and there is a cover on it to ensure that children will not touch it by mistake.

It can be seen that the couple have worked hard to decorate this room, striving for perfection in every detail, and it gives people a very warm feeling at first glance.

The whole house, only this room is clean.

This is the future that Fang Bin is most looking forward to, and it is also the place where he will be thrown into the abyss.

Xia Ren can imagine that every time he stands at the door of this room in a daze, he will think of every bit of happiness before, and a smile subconsciously appears on the corner of his mouth, but then the effect of alcohol disappears, and in the empty room, there is great loneliness and Despair would strike again, devouring him and crumpling him into dregs.

He would smile in his dreams and wake up in tears when reality was a lifeless gray to him.

He stood here again and again, but in the end he couldn't come in to take another look.

But Xia Ren still couldn't figure it out.

A man who committed suicide because of love should wish to be reunited with his wife before death, and the infected body that inherited his memory shouldn't be so violent.

He couldn't find any clues, so he could only leave, but when he passed the living room, he found something under the messy beer cans.

It is a thick notebook.

"Will there be a discovery?"

With trepidation, he opened the note.

This is a diary of life during pregnancy. The font is beautiful and the angle of view should be recorded by Fang Bin's wife. The first half of the book is full of trivial daily life. Whether to have a normal delivery or a cesarean section, what brand of milk powder to eat, etc., all kinds of troubles and happy moods are also written on it.

Xia Ren glanced at ten lines and flipped through them quickly, but the normal diary came to an abrupt end on July 13.

The handwriting on the back is different, it seems to be written by Fang Bin.

July NO.15:

Rongrong is dead.

I will not let that person go!