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Zhang Fan told him a story and told him the so-called truth.

Ling Yao rejects his words in his heart, but he continues to believe his words rationally.

He has begun to be unable to distinguish between real and fake, whether he is dreaming or in real life, and he even wonders if he is dead.

This world is too illusory, everyone tells him that he is the one who is sick.

He insisted on himself, because he found the only spiritual support in his solitary journey, which was Zhang Fan's trust. His love and care made him careless about his health.

But now, Zhang Fan gave him a different answer.So what is this?Was his previous deception?Should he believe what he said, the unacceptable truth?

Ling Yao seemed to be hypnotized and brainwashed. He began to believe that he was sick, and he was dying.

He hugged Zhang Fan's body in a collapsed state, stroked his hands restlessly, and felt his existence clearly, his mind calmed down again, his consciousness was led away by Zhang Fan to what he said, the real world, and continued his life , everything seemed to be back to normal again, as it should have been.

Surprisingly, Zhang Fan did not stop him from contacting Fang Xin, and even accompanied him to Fang Xin's home to pack his luggage.

Returning to the familiar apartment again, Ling Yao's eyes were blurred, as if he couldn't see clearly, he squinted and stroked the doorknob carefully.

Zhang Fan hugged him from behind, bit his earlobe lightly, left a series of reluctant kisses on his neck, and asked in a low voice, "What did you see?"

His question seemed like he couldn't see things, or he was not in the same space as Ling Yao.

Ling Yao's voice was full of uncertainty, and his tone was erratic, "I saw the apartment where I used to live...I'm standing at the door now."

"That's it...then continue to open the door...then Fang Xin will come out and do something to you that he did before..." He described such a scene in a slow tone, as if to bewitch people , and Ling Yao, who had given all his trust to him, obeyed him incomparably, his thoughts were dragged away by him, and his eyes began to twist continuously.

He seemed to see Fang Xin open the door, looked at him sympathetically, then frowned, poured a whole bottle of pills into his mouth, let him cry, and stubbornly poured water on him, saying "You are sick...you have to take medicine if you are sick."

He shuddered, frowning in disgust.

Zhang Fan pinched the back of Ling Yao's neck with a smile, restrained his own strength, and prevented himself from breaking his slender throat. Behind Ling Yao who could not see him, he cracked a sinister smile and asked in a cold tone. : "He will be the same as before, asking you to come back to him... Would you like to?"

Ling Yao shuddered, and the movements of his hands increased, and he turned the doorknob hard.

He closed his eyes, and the absurd sense of panic was like countless sharp needles piercing his skin, leaving him with a sting, cold sweat slipped from his ears, and his back was already sticky.

Ling Yao didn't know why he took out the key from his pocket so naturally, and opened the door neatly with a poke and twist.

The long-lost living room and its furnishings seemed like a previous life. When he stepped into it, he seemed to feel light all over. He looked around for a week, and he was the only one here.

There was someone whispering in his ear, as if he was on the phone, but Ling Yao recognized that it was Fang Xin's voice, and his heart twitched, this person!It must be this person who has been following him!

In his panic, he saw a fruit knife with a shiny silver blade, which seemed to be tempting him to pick it up.

He rushed over at once, holding the knife in his hand, and a strange sense of security fell in his heart.

The knife in his hand began to become a weapon for him to protect himself, and he wanted to eliminate the voice that disturbed his mind.

Ling Yao's five senses were already messed up, he swayed his body like a walking corpse, and followed the sound... He wanted to find that person, he wanted to destroy that fantasy, he wanted to be free, he wanted to drive away all evil obstacles and nightmares!

Fang Xin was talking on the phone with someone in the bedroom. Due to the good sound insulation, he didn't hear the outside sound, not to mention that the call was very important, and he couldn't be distracted.

He asked a friend in related majors to help him investigate Zhang Fan in all aspects, but found nothing.

If the other party's information is secret and difficult to find out, it's fine, but when Fang Xin changed another method to search for Zhang Fan's activity track, there was still no sign, which made him have to pay attention.

As long as you are a normal person, you must have your own direction and scope of activities, including the objects you come into contact with.

But he didn't even get this basic information.

He didn't believe in this evil, and searched the database persistently.

Finally, his friend found relevant news.

Fang Xin couldn't wait to answer, but the tone of the other party was very hesitant.

"Brother Xin, I checked and found it, but I always feel that the love rival I mentioned to you is a bit wrong. It is impossible for him to steal someone from you. Zhang Fan is the young owner of a foreign company. His height and appearance are different from what you said. Bad, but he died two years ago..."

Fang Xin's pupils shrank in an instant, and there was a storm in his heart.

How is this possible... His brain has been greatly impacted, and he urgently needs to calm down and figure out what's going on.

But at this moment, he heard Ling Yao's call.

A flash of joy flashed in Fang Xin's mind, and he wanted to speak a thousand words.

He opened and closed his lips, just about to turn his head.

A biting chill froze all the blood in his body.

Ling Yao's blade had pierced Fang Xin's back.

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