Your nemesis passed out again

The matter of Yang's villa was once again on the hot search, and the title was related to Wen Ningshu's car accident this time.

But the source was three hours after Wen Ningshu's car accident. It is reported that a PO owner got the news from relevant people.

Xun Qin sat beside Wen Ningshu's hospital bed and looked at his mobile phone. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Wen Ningshu who was sleeping soundly. It was just the scratches on his face that still left people with lingering fear.

Xun Qin covered Wen Ningshu's cheek with his palm, and gently rubbed the pad of his thumb on the uninjured side of his face.

"The matter of the cross will not be forgotten. Wait for the revenge to come back, and see if I don't settle accounts with you."

In order to achieve the desired effect, Xun Qin announced the time of the next spirit visit on the public platform, and according to Wen Ningshu's meaning, changed the live broadcast to a recorded broadcast on the grounds of the influence frequency of the spirit body, and vowed to visit the spirit again Promise that the real culprit will be caught.

All of a sudden, one stone stirred up waves, and among the top 10 hot topics about the massacre of the Yang family villa, there were 3 of them.

A case that has been covered in dust for many years has once again reached the peak of public opinion.

It was close to noon when Wen Ningshu woke up, his body moved a little, and Xun Qin, who was lying on the side dozing off, raised his head sleepily, holding Wen Ningshu's arm with his hand, and after a while, he leaned towards Wen Ningshu's hand lazily and lightly. Rubbed twice.

"Are you hungry?" Wen Ningshu asked softly.

Xun Qin pressed the back of Wen Ningshu's hand sideways, and nodded pitifully.

"While no one can give you a bite."

"I opened the window, and your body can float away with the wind, and you still want to feed." Xun Qin looked at Wen Ningshu blankly, and the white fluff on the delicate skin seemed to glow under the sun.

He couldn't help swallowing and spitting, and the cheeks that hadn't recovered their blood color were so greedy that they wanted to take a bite.

"Little white rabbit, are you hungry?" Xun Qin leaned forward and moved closer to Wen Ningshu's face.

"Ah."

"Then I'll go down and cook for you, and stop looking at you for a while, lest I really can't help but eat you."

The nurse who had just entered the door was caught off guard by the wave of dog food, holding the clip in her hand tightly, watching the two people on the bed who were about to develop into shady activities, and didn't know whether to watch it or leave silently.

The soft coughing sound was still squeezed out of Wen Ningshu's throat.

Xun Qin straightened up, glanced at the door, and then looked at Wen Ning's blushing face, eyebrows slightly raised against the corners of his raised lips, and he could see a bit of smugness.

"I'll go down to get some food first, and you wait obediently on the hospital bed for my return."

Wen Ningshu looked at the back of Xun Qin waving away, smiled helplessly, and turned to look at the nurse at the door.

"Send the checklist?"

"Ah?" The nurse blinked ignorantly, dazed by the stuffing of dog food, and it took a long time to put the small medicine box on the table, "This is your medicine for today, um! I... I'll go out first..."

The nurse turned around holding the clip in her hand and left without daring to look at Wen Ningshu again.

Wen Ningshu looked down at the wires involved in his body. With the limited range of motion, the electrocardiogram measuring instrument resting on the upper bracket was extremely redundant.

He let out a long sigh and slowly closed his eyes.

"Hello, is this Mr. Wen?"

Wen Ningshu opened his eyes, and a man who looked about 25 or [-] years old looked at Wen Ningshu and bowed politely.

"Excuse me?"

"I think Lin Chen should have mentioned me to you. I came here today because of the Yang family's villa." While talking, he walked to the chair next to Wen Ning's study bed and sat down. "I haven't really introduced myself yet. My name is Lu Yao was Lin Chen's former childhood friend, this time he found out that he knew you, so he specially asked him to match you up."

"Lu Yao... Hello, my name is Wen Ningshu."

Lu Yao chuckled, "Before I came, Lin Chen said that you were difficult to get along with, and I was thinking how to talk to you along the way, but I never thought that meeting a real person would be much better than the person Lin Chen described. "

"What's the matter with you kid? I'll help you connect, but you're still talking nonsense behind my back!" Lin Chen, who was waiting at the door, entered the door angrily.

"Yo, didn't you say you couldn't come in? Why did you come in again?"

"Who told you to tell lies behind my back." Lin Chen rolled his eyes unhappily, and leaned against the wall.

Lu Yao looked at Lin Chen and shook his head with a smile, then turned to look at Wen Ningshu.

He wanted to know so many details about the Yang family's villa that when Xun Qin was able to get a general idea of ​​the case in the first live broadcast, Lu Yao focused on Xun Qin.

The son does not talk strangely and forcefully.

At that time, he believed that Xun Qin had something to do with the case of Yang's villa. It wasn't until the latest car accident in Wen Ningshu that Lu Yao knew that some things in the world were really hard to explain with science.

"Does the hostess of Yang's villa really have a twin sister?"

"I saw the little girl open the bedroom door and call the murderer's mother. If it wasn't the twin sisters, it would be hard to explain that clearly," Wen Ning wrote.

Lu Yao listened to Wen Ningshu's words and nodded: "What you said makes sense, but after more than ten years, it's not that easy to dig them out again."

"Indeed, but since I have done bad things, there must be ghosts in my heart. It can be seen from this car accident that the reason they want to kill me is because they are afraid! Even if the other murderer has changed his face, that fear And worry won't go away."

The author has something to say: Why did I only write more than 600? Because the supernatural text was written in the middle of the night, and I was scared when I sat in the living room alone. I went to bed with the bag. Love you, good night