The daily life of encountering ghosts after pseudo-blindness + side story

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"Didn't I tell you that you have to eat three meals a day? It's because of your promise that I fired all the servants in this house. If you insist on torturing yourself like this..." The man's face There was a sneer on the face, "Then I will continue to let the new servants come back to watch you eat. If you miss a bite, they don't want their fingers."

Even Qiao Yin, who was offscreen, could feel the man's ruthlessness and seriousness.

The real murderer.

"Don't invite new people. You know that I don't like being with too many people. It's just that I don't have a good appetite today, and I don't really want to eat tonight. I will eat tomorrow."

Du Yan's face turned paler, and he said these words tremblingly.

Even the dullest person can tell that there is something wrong with the relationship between the two of them. This is not a relationship between you and me at all, but one forcing the other.

"good."

The man stroked Du Yan's hair, very satisfied with his answer.

"You know that I like your obedient appearance, why do you always disobey me?"

"I really can't eat it."

"Look at you, you are so skinny, how can you do without food? Could it be that the food cooked by the cook is not to your liking? Then let me find someone else."

"No, she cooks delicious food. You don't have to change me all the time. You know, I feel uncomfortable when I see people I don't know."

"Yeah, I know, after all, you are a nostalgic person."

There was an unknown smile in the man's voice, with a hint of sarcasm.

"By the way, there is something I need to tell you, that woman, she is getting married."

The man seemed to mention it casually, and his tone was also understated, as if he was stating an unimportant matter.

Du Yan's face turned even paler, and the red costume set it off, making him look even more miserable.

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A few short words were enough for Qiao Yin to make up a bloody drama. While she was a little bit sad, she was also a little sad to see the blood.

After all, this is a tragedy, and tonight is the day when the man who sang the opera will die.

There is no doubt that the man who forced him must be the murderer who killed him.

Qiao Yin tsk tsk in her heart, quietly waiting for the next development of the situation.

Lin Pei watched, but was thinking about something else.

The story in the picture is still going on.

"What? Sad?"

The man touched Du Yan's chin and looked into his eyes.

Du Yan remained silent, neither nodding nor shaking his head, but his sadness could be seen from his expression of despair.

"Is she... voluntary?"

"Of course, could it be that I was the one who forced her?"

The man chuckled, as if he thought Du Yan's words were very interesting.

"Then...then...she is happy."

"I really hate the way you look..."

The man bit Du Yan's earlobe and grinded it finely with his teeth.

"But I'm so in love again... Do you think you put some kind of Gu on me? Otherwise... why am I so obsessed with you?"

When Qiao Yin heard this sentence, she fell into confusion again. Why can she hate and love miserably at the same time? Isn't this contradictory?

Lin Pei squinted his eyes, but his eyes fell on Du Yan.

The man didn't stay here all night. He originally wanted to have some intimate behavior with Du Yan, but someone came and called him away in a hurry, which seemed to be something urgent.

The man had no choice but to bid farewell to Du Yan, and Du Yan sent him away absent-mindedly. After the man left, he still felt relieved.

"what?"

Qiao Yin gave a strange snort. If the man left, wouldn't it mean that he wasn't the murderer who killed the man who sang the opera? Could someone still come?

Could it be suicide?

The possibility of committing suicide and becoming a ghost is extremely slim, after all, it is one's own choice, unless it is a last resort.

The picture stays at Du Yan sitting alone on the sofa in the living room in a daze, the costume still on his body, and his expression blank.

Late at night.

Qiao Yin yawned. This man had been in a daze for at least 10 minutes, and they also watched him in a daze for three or ten minutes in a very bored manner.

"Peipei, when do you think the murderer will come?"

"almost."

"Oh."

Qiao Yin nodded, and Peipei said it was coming soon, so it should be soon.

When the hands of the clock in the living room pointed to one o'clock, someone knocked on the door of the room.

Qiao Yin was startled. After all, the knock on the door under such circumstances was quite scary, a bit like the opening scene of a horror movie.

Du Yan in the picture also seemed very strange, why would someone knock on the door, after all, it was very late now.

Du Yan went to open the door, and there was a well-dressed woman standing at the door.

"How will you be here?"

They all said that they were very surprised by the appearance of this woman, and there was a surprise that could not be ignored.

"Aren't you going to get married soon?"

"I'll come see you."

"come on in."

Qiao Yin's expression became even more bewildered. She felt as if she couldn't quite understand this complicated world.

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