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After meeting Wang Zhimo that day, Wen Ying gradually shifted the focus of her investigation to the Huakang succulent breeding base.

Although he also went to Jiang Shanglu's house every day, but compared to the atmosphere where the two of them often had nothing to say before, Wen Ying finally seemed less resistant to him as before.

It's just that after letting go of his previous prejudices, Wen Ying felt that Jiang Shanglu was not so hideous, at least in the eyes of his nephew Jiang Shuhua and even his servant Liu, this old man who often gave people a strong sense of aggression was really A pretty nice guy.

"Oh, Mr. Jiang seems to have a bad temper, but his heart is really good. I just said a few words to him that day about my little grandson going to primary school, and he asked Mr. Jiang to help I went to ask the school, he is not too young now, but I feel uncomfortable seeing him living here alone, without parents, brothers, wives and children, Mr. Jiang Although he is very kind to his uncle, if Mr. Jiang has been like this all his life, how pitiful he will be when he gets old..."

When I was helping Sister Liu clean up the dishes in the kitchen, I heard the middle-aged woman talking worriedly, and Wen Ying didn't express her opinions much as she listened, half rolled up her white sleeves and soaked in the sink. The palm of my hand has a clean and fresh smell.

But Sister Liu turned around and just saw this scene. She was stunned for a moment and couldn't help having a thought in her heart, then she slowly moved to Wen Ying's side and whispered,

"Xiao Wen, Auntie would like to ask you quietly, do you have any older sisters or younger sisters in your family? It's fine if you look good, as long as you look a little like you..."

"no, what happened."

Looking at Sister Liu for some unknown reason, Wen Ying's expression was puzzled and she didn't quite understand what the middle-aged woman meant, and Sister Liu shook her head in disappointment when she heard the words, and muttered to herself for a long time,

"Oh, it's a pity. In fact, I think Mr. Jiang admires you very much. If you have a sister with suitable conditions in your family, if Mr. Jiang thinks it is suitable again, you can be Mr. Jiang's aunt... Jiang The family conditions are so good, and Mr. Jiang looks good, this is such a good marriage..."

Just as she was saying this, when Sister Liu turned her head inadvertently, she saw Jiang Shanglu standing at the door of the kitchen with a strange expression, and she was so frightened that she almost dropped the bowl in her hand. Sister Liu stammered and called Jiang Sir, Wen Ying, who also turned around with him, heard Jiang Shanglu call his name calmly.

"Wen Ying, come up with me."

"kindness."

Wiping off the water stains on his hands, he followed Jiang Shanglu upstairs. When Wen Ying entered his room, he realized that it was broad daylight, and the curtains were still tightly drawn in his room.

And because of what happened that night, Jiang Shanglu, who still has obvious scratches on his cheekbones, first glanced at him in a room with poor light, then sat down on his bed and leaned halfway The head of the bed smiled at Wen Ying and said,

"It's not convenient for me to change the dressing myself, can you do me a favor, please?"

"can."

Wen Ying, who heard this, didn't notice anything wrong at all, walked over and took the medicine that Jiang Shanglu needed to rub on his fingers and face from the table, and walked to his bedside.

And felt that the young man put the ointment on the bedside table without any haste, and then slowly sat down very close to his thigh.Jiang Shanglu, whose eyes darkened in an instant, didn't speak. He just put the back of his hand up on his bent knee, and looked at it quietly for a while. Wen Ying lowered his head and began to help him deal with the bruises under his nails seriously. It took a while to talk to him on a whim.

"I heard from Shu Hua that you live alone now, don't you?"

"kindness."

"Does your biological father only ask about your life?"

"...I have nothing to do with him other than blood relationship. I have my own way of life."

Wen Ying, who was asked about an obviously very sensitive topic, frowned unconsciously. He didn't want to answer this kind of question about his private life, but after thinking about it, he said it truthfully according to his real situation, and he also noticed that Seeing the emotional change on Wen Ying, Jiang Shanglu moved his painful fingers stimulated by the ointment slightly and then pulled the corner of his mouth, saying,

"Sorry, I'm just a little curious... Because Shu Hua told me that your mother passed away early and your father didn't care about you since you were a teenager, I was a little surprised..."

"An accident."

He didn't raise his head but continued to move his hands. Wen Ying's tone was obviously a little cold, but he couldn't help but smile lazily with the corners of his mouth curled up. The neurotic Uncle Jiang leaned down provocatively and moved closer The cute and serious young man in front of him, then he said very casually,

"I'm surprised... If it wasn't your parents, then who on earth educated you so well? Sometimes looking at you, I feel a little... wanting to teach you to be bad."

Because of Jiang Shanglu's sudden approach, the distance between the two of them suddenly narrowed. Wen Ying, who was obviously taken aback by his actions, vaguely felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere at the moment, but because Jiang Shanglu left quickly So he only smelled a little bit of the faint scent of flowers inadvertently leaking from the collar of a mature man's pajamas when he raised his head.

This scent is different from other types of nectar that Wen Ying has smelled in the past. It is a bit strange and eerie and extremely dangerous. It is really difficult to judge what species it is for a while.

It's a pity that it is impossible for Wen Ying in this situation to be impolite and get close to Jiang Shanglu's neck to continue smelling that smell, but when he was thinking secretly in a complicated mood, Jiang Shanglu, who was leaning on the bedside, suddenly spoke to him.

"Don't you usually have the habit of wearing a watch?"

"……No."

"Actually, it's better to have a piece. As time goes by, you can only know how to cherish it when you wear it on your wrist... When I was young, my father bought one for me. One year, Shuhua passed quickly. I also bought a watch for him on his birthday, but unfortunately I didn’t make it in time, and the watch is still in my drawer..."

"Why didn't I send it in time?"

Hearing what he said, he asked subconsciously. After Wen Ying asked, Jiang Shanglu's eyes became a little weird, but soon Jiang Shanglu smiled casually, and then slowed down his voice at him in a very Said in a flat and emotional tone,

"Because I was sick, first I had an inexplicable high fever, and then I started talking nonsense. My elder brother said that he would send me to the hospital to see a doctor. At that time, Shu Hua, who was still very young, was lying outside the car window and told me to go home early. I accompanied him to watch cartoons, but I watched this disease for more than ten years, who knows if I have watched it now..."

Because of his words, she suddenly fell silent. Wen Ying vaguely knew something about what happened to Jiang's family in the past, but she didn't really know why he was imprisoned for so many years. Hearing him talk about such things so casually now, His mood also became complicated and unspeakable.

Seeing this, Jiang Shanglu just looked at him fascinatedly with his own eyes calmly. He really liked this young man who was full of sympathy, reserved and gentle.

But considering Wen Ying's current attitude towards him, which is limited to being able to talk normally, after a while, he just compared his index finger and thumb on Wen Ying's wrist, and then smiled and opened his mouth slowly. road,

"In a few days, I'll buy you a watch too. After all, you gave me a gift that day, so let's treat it as a gift, how about it?"

……

"Why are you here now...I've been squatting here waiting for you for a long time..."

Squatting bored on the side of the electric pole on the side of the road and complaining, Comrade Wang Zhimo's expression was very resentful, and he was relieved to see Wen Ying finally came to meet him, but today because he chatted a little more with Jiang Shanglu inexplicably That's why Wen Ying, who almost missed the appointment with Wang Zhimo to inquire about the Huakang base, stood in front of him expressionlessly, and then said lightly,

"It's something, I just got off work."

"Oh, you really take that job as your own job... After we figure it out tonight, I think you should take a look at the situation as soon as possible, and run away as soon as you are a serious official. I can't stand people messing around with me casually, don't tell me you are still addicted to being a servant..."

Wang Zhimo babbled so much that Wen Ying, whose face was paralyzed, didn't want to talk to him. The two of them came to Huakang Succulent Meat Base in the middle of the night just to find out about the two trees. What happened to the tree of the dead, and Wang Zhimo, who had stepped on a few spots near here before, explained the situation to him carefully while taking him to the official factory area below.

"During the day, I pretended to be a policeman and went to the house where the child was almost lost before asking about the situation. His family members were very honest, so he told me everything about the situation. He said that the child was called Dongdong, and he usually liked to hang out with him. I played football alone in the open space here, and it seemed that I accidentally kicked the ball into the barbed wire fence of the base that day..."

"The child was small and saw a hole in the net on the side, so he got in by himself. As a result, the child heard children playing and laughing in the greenhouse sealed with plastic film. Hearing the sound, he thought there were other children inside and wanted to go and have a look. When he lay down on a small cracked opening by the side of the shed and looked in, guess what poor little Dongdong saw? what?"

Staring at Wen Ying pretentiously, he blinked his eyes. Wang Zhimo originally wanted to create some scary atmosphere to frighten Wen Ying, but Wen Ying just stared at him blankly and didn't speak. Comrade Zhimo himself felt that his behavior of being so boring to play with wood was simply mentally handicapped, so he sighed helplessly and then shrugged his shoulders and said,

"In the end, he saw that a bloody red eye was also looking at him from that hole...Maybe, when he was playing ball outside, there was a ghost staring at him from the shed. His every move."

"Did that kid say it himself?"

Wen Ying's expression was obviously doubtful. These descriptions sounded a bit appalling. At first glance, they were embellished. touched his chin and said,

"His parents must have exaggerated a bit, but the child said the red eyeballs himself. After returning home, he had nightmares for several days. When I tried to coax him with things, he was still crying. , What are the red eyes still turning, so I figured that there might be something with vital signs hidden in the shed that the headquarters has left here for a long time..."

The two of them chatted like this, and the succulent breeding base that has been desolate for a long time on the downhill has already arrived. From the outside, the large white greenhouse looks quite intrusive, no wonder the people nearby are a little bit avoiding it. , while Wen Ying walked ahead and tried to push the barbed wire door open first, but frowned when he saw a damaged lock falling into the grass on the ground.

"It's a trace of man-made damage...someone has already entered before us."

"What? Someone went in? Is it an ordinary person or one of our colleagues... It's enough to run here in the middle of the night, why don't we go in and have a look? If the kind of people who accidentally break in by mistake can still have time Save your life, otherwise it will be difficult to clean up if you die inside..."

"kindness."

Hearing Wang Zhimo's babbling, Wen Ying pushed the barbed wire door open with heavy eyes and walked in slowly. The iron door made a strange sound that made the cheeks numb.

While casually looking around the terrifying atmosphere surrounded by gloomy winds, Wang Zhimo first bent down and touched the humidity of the ground with two fingers, and then turned the color of the pupils of his eyes to white, and released some similar to White spores in flocs.

"I'll let these spores go and see what's going on inside first, otherwise it won't be fun if we really encounter some kind of ghost this night. After all, we are not professional ghost hunters..."

As he said this, the spores scattered from his body also followed the trajectory of the wind into the No. [-] greenhouse in the middle of the base in front of him. This huge shed is in the shape of a semicircle as a whole, and some plastic films in front of it were torn apart. There were a few hideous big openings, and it was so dark inside that it was impossible to see anything clearly for a while.

Ke Wenying kept silent and stared at him with frowning eyes, but he always felt that there seemed to be many unexplained eyes watching him and Wang Zhimo silently.

And just when Wang Zhimo was silently perceiving the specific scene that his spores saw after entering, he first stood behind Wen Ying in doubt and let out a sigh. For a long time, his face became more and more ugly, and his lips began to Shaking constantly.

When Wen Ying, who was beside him, looked up at him in confusion, the cowardly guy hid behind Wen Ying and hugged his head, then tremblingly raised his finger and looked at the front in despair and opened his mouth.

Wang Zhimo: "...Wen Ying, let me tell you, we may have to..."

Wen Ying: "What do you want?"

Wang Zhimo: "We may be doomed!!! Run for your life, oh my god!!!! So many, so many!!! So many, so many ghosts are rushing towards us!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhehhhhhhhhhhhhehhhhhhhhhhhhhhāhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Accompanied by Wang Zhimo's shocking yell, the eyes of Wen Ying who was standing in front of him changed suddenly, because he clearly felt a rancid and disgusting smell in the air accompanied by a roar similar to that of a wild animal, and In the next second, the plastic shed that stood in front of them was severely torn open by a festering human-like palm.

"Eat more meat...grow more meat..."

A gloomy and disgusting voice came hoarsely from a throat that seemed to be dying. After a short monster with three green heads growing out of his neck came out of the greenhouse, each head had the ugly face that belonged to a child. They all had extremely malicious and horrifying expressions, and most of the people who came out of them after that were terribly deformed, either with red faces and three eyes, or six or seven hands and feet, or monsters with countless colorful heads.

"What the hell are these... ghost movies, my mother..."

He was so frightened that he grabbed his hair and shouted in dismay. Wang Zhimo is usually quite courageous, but he was still quite frightened seeing such a completely unscientific scene.

But Wen Ying, who seemed to be quite calm, blocked the trembling Wang Zhimo behind her, first carefully inspected the monsters that were crawling towards them stiffly and quickly, and then answered with a frown ,

"The fleshy implant human that failed the transition, the first species to crawl out should be Yulu...don't move, they are coming soon."

Saying this, Wen Ying immediately lowered his head and took out a small capsule bottle from his coat. Wang Zhimo was taken aback when he saw this and was about to ask him what he was going to do, but Wen Ying had already poured out a capsule in the next second. The green pill was put into his mouth again and swallowed.

Seeing that the hormones in the person in front of him became disordered in an instant, Wang Zhimo, who was shocked, then watched Wen Ying, who had a calm face, take a step forward slowly.

Accompanied by a wonderful scent of flowers in the night wind, a layer of cohesive light quickly gathered around this young man who looked very ordinary in the night.

Flame-like phoenix flowers fluttered and bloomed around his body like ripples, turning and dissipating. The gorgeous and noble red flag petals and bright golden stamens stretched out piece by piece under the control of his palm, and even his fingertips, neck and face The original color was blurred by the petals of the phoenix flower.

Seeing the strong and winding branches of woody plants bursting out of the soil under Wenying's feet, those flourishing branches and leaves growing like bird feathers and the vermilion phoenix flowers spreading their wings seemed to be endowed with cruel and powerful vitality It also tore those vulnerable monsters into pieces viciously.

He clearly knew that the one he knew standing there was Wen Mumu, but when Wang Zhimo saw with his own eyes a person with red brows, a gorgeous temperament, and a beautiful and noble face, it almost made people dare not feel any sense of profanity. When the young man turned his head and looked at himself, his eyes were still wide open in disbelief, and after a while he stared and asked a question with a breathless expression.

"... Smell... Smell?"