The straight male host was forced to love him by the villain

"Speaking of which, I remembered something." Zhao Li quickly pulled out the photo album from his phone and sent it to the group.

Lin saw three photos in his later years, and there was a knife at the crime scene.

He looked at the knife. It was similar to a small kitchen knife with a black handle. It looked like an ordinary fruit knife on the surface, but could such an ordinary knife cut off a person's neck?

Zhao Li said: "The tools they used were all the same knives. I collected evidence from the police and found that the knives they took at the crime scene had been placed in the corresponding warehouse, but the original crime suspects could not be found in the library. knives used.”

"Disappeared out of thin air?"

"Yeah. Because this matter is too incredible, the people over there didn't reveal too much."

In his later years, Lin pointed at the knife on the picture: "Since it is a clue, now that we live here, this knife will definitely appear in the hands of one of us." He said, looking at Zhao Li and Li Person: "Did you realize something was wrong during the few days you lived here?"

Susie Qian thought for a while and replied: "Except for a little noise outside the house, there is nothing in the house."

"Don't they dare to come to you?"

Su Xiqian held her head high and said, "Of course, I have amulets with me. If I don't provoke them intentionally, they can't hurt us."

"In this case, none of the four of us will touch the knife, and then only one other person can touch it."

Xu Heng.

404.

Xu Heng woke up from a daze. The soreness in his body made him grin in pain. He scratched his hair and sat on the bed in a daze for a while.

'Didi——'

The mobile phone information alert sounds.

He glanced and saw a message displayed on the screen of his phone.

[Anonymous: I’m Xiaomei. Are you curious about how I contacted you? 】

Noticing the information above the text, Xu Heng reached for his phone, clicked on the information box, and edited the information.

[Xu Heng; Curious, where do you live now? 】

[Anonymous: I live next to you~]

The text message that made his head tingle came. Xu Heng subconsciously looked up at the clean walls around him, and then looked down at the message from the caller.

[Anonymous: I’m kidding, you shouldn’t look up and look around, right? Xiaoheng, you are really funny. 】

As soon as this text message came out, Xu Heng was a little defensive. He didn't talk about his old relationship with her and directly edited the text to ask.

[Xu Heng: You know I’m back, so what do you want to do? 】

There was no rush to answer this time.

While waiting, Xu Heng rubbed his sore waist and complained in his heart: He seemed to have fallen down the stairs just now, and the residents didn't help him.

[Anonymous: Get out of where you live, it’s not safe here. 】

[Anonymous: I want to see you. We haven’t seen each other for a long time. 】

Two messages popped up quickly within one second.

[Anonymous: Get out of here! 】

[Anonymous: Can we meet at a place tonight? 】

"Oh?"

Xu Heng looked at the text message in the bubble, and it felt like the preface didn't match the postscript.

What's the matter with asking him to leave here? This is his home, how could he leave.

[Xu Heng:? 】

[Anonymous: It’s okay, ignore the above information. Xiao Heng, you are much taller and more handsome than I remembered. 】

[Xu Heng: You have seen me. 】

Xu Heng waited for a while, but couldn't wait for the other party's answer.

He threw down his mobile phone, got off the bed, and walked to the balcony. He stood on the edge of the balcony, opposite other buildings. From his angle, he could only see the dark windows, and the night wind blew on his face. Looking at the morning glow on the horizon, the little girl with two hairpins and a pink skirt emerged from the dusty memory.

As time goes by, the memory of the little girl gradually blurs.

Now the other party knows his phone number. His phone number was set up just after he returned to China, and even his father doesn't know it.