Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

The two looked at each other for a while, Wu Bei's eyes seemed to be on fire, Song Xi was burned, and turned his gaze away.

In the darkness, I could hear the beating of my own heart clearly, thump, thud, very urgent.

Song Xi's face was hot, and his eyes lingered on him.

Sighing, Song Xi turned sideways to face Wu Bei, stretched out a hand to cover his eyes, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Wu Bei was very stubborn, his eyes were still open, blinking from time to time, his eyelashes brushed his hands, itching.

Song Xi sighed again, he is not a fool, he knows what Wu Bei thinks and wants.

He took away the hands covering his eyes, turned off the fan and put it beside the pillow, and met Wu Bei's eyes calmly, "I want to stay in the village."

"Why?" Wu Bei understood unexpectedly, frowned and said, "If you go out, your life will be better."

Song Xi understands the truth, but he has a mission and can't get out, at least for a short time. Wu Bei will not stay here. The project has already entered the process, and each performs his duties. There is something to do.

Song Xi gave a random reason, "I'm not used to living outside."

Wu Bei thought a lot, and when he thought of his legs, his face became angry: "With me here, no one dares to say anything about you."

Song Xi said: "I just want to plant a large area of ​​fruit trees."

Wu Bei's lips parted. There was nothing wrong with it. Planting fruit trees requires environment and space, which is not possible in a big city.

He kept silent, Song Xi when he gave up, turned around and closed his eyes to go to sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the man behind him moved away, and Song Xi's back felt hot, Wu Bei leaned over, stretched out his hand and turned the man to face him.

The two were very close, and their foreheads almost touched their foreheads. Soon, Song Xi felt the heat. He moved his mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly his lips became hot, and all words were blocked back.

Wu Bei kissed very hard, with a sense of determination, holding Song Xi's face in both hands, rubbing his fingers lightly back and forth.

Song Xi couldn't breathe, she pushed him away with her blushing face, and took a big breath of fresh air.

Wu Bei didn't want to give him a chance to catch his breath, so he leaned forward again, breathing together, "He Kang... brother, live with me from now on."

Song Xi closed his eyes, avoiding the other party's sight, "I don't want to leave the village, we can't get through together."

Wu Bei said without hesitation: "Then I will stay and live with you."

Song Xi opened his eyes: "You don't want to work anymore?"

Wu Bei said: "No more, the money I earn is enough to support you for a lifetime."

Song Xi said again: "You are obsessed with cleanliness."

Wu Bei smiled helplessly, and stretched out his hand to scratch Song Xi's messy hair: "I didn't treat you."

Song Xi didn't know what to say, he blocked everything he could say.

There was a sigh in the air, and Wu Bei's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of pleading: "Brother, if you want to stay in the village, you can stay. If you want to plant trees, I will buy you a lot of saplings. If you want to plant If the land is gone, I will learn to plow the land, any land will do, as long as it is you."

Song Xi remained silent, stretched out his hand to push him away, and leaned back.

Wu Bei's heart suddenly felt cold, he shrugged his nose to suppress the urge to cry, followed closely, and put on a vicious tone: "Let's talk about it, if you don't agree, I'll leave here."

Song Xi was squeezed against the wall, and wiped his sweat with his hands helplessly: "...I agree, stay away from me, it's so hot."

Wu Bei subconsciously backed away, then reacted suddenly, his face couldn't hide the joy, "You agreed?"

Song Xi was looking for a fan, and gave him an affirmative answer: "Yes, I promised, I will live with you in the future."

Finally, the fan was found, and Song Xi couldn't wait to turn on the switch, blowing randomly on his face.

As soon as he felt the cool wind, his hand was pulled away, and Wu Bei pressed over again, plundering the only oxygen available, his hand lost all strength, and the fan fell to the side, like a poor little abandoned.

Song Xi ate mint again, and Wu Bei's toothpaste was pretty good, with a long-lasting taste.

Song Xi learned to take a breath, now it's not uncomfortable, close your eyes, let it be hot if it's hot.

Wu Bei's hands were dishonest. After a while, Song Xi was sweating all over. He opened his eyes and pulled away his messy hands, "My mother is sleeping, stop playing."

After thinking about it, it really wasn't suitable, Wu Bei withdrew his hand regretfully, kissed Song Xi's forehead twice, picked up the fan to blow him, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

"Good night."

"Good night."

The fan was turned up to the maximum, and the temperature dropped a little. Song Xi closed his eyes comfortably, and after a while, listening to the regular sound of the fan, sleepiness crept up bit by bit.

His mind was almost muddled, Song Xi felt that he was going to fall asleep in the next second, thinking about it in a daze, and heard Wu Bei whispering to buy him a mobile phone, suddenly, in his mind, A white light flashed, remembering something.

Song Xi sat up suddenly, and Wu Bei was taken aback, so he also sat up, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Song Xi didn't bother to answer, and tried to organize his thoughts, put all the points together, and finally remembered what was wrong.

Something is wrong with Li Shumei!

Wu Bei really thought he was paralyzed, so he reached out and patted his back, coaxing: "It's okay, it's just a dream."

Song Xi took a breath, reached out to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, turned his head to Wu Bei, and lowered his voice: "I seem to know who the murderer is."

Wu Bei was taken aback for a moment, and said, "What?"

Song Xi lowered his voice again: "The murderer who killed He Jianjun."

Song Xi leaned into his ear and said three words, Wu Bei was taken aback for a second, and whispered, "Why, didn't she cry very sadly?"

Song Xi also found it incredible, but all the blame was pointed at one person.

He connected all the doubts together, and got the obvious answer that couldn't be any more obvious.

It was true that she was sad when He Jianjun died, even if she cried to death, it would be fine, but Song Xi thought of that cell phone.

The police speculated that the murderer might have taken the cell phone of the deceased, and guessed that it should have been disposed of. The former was correct, but the latter was wrong.

The murderer took the mobile phone, but did not dispose of it, but put it on himself.

Moreover, Song Xi had already seen the mobile phone when He Jie called Li Shumei.

At that time, the phone rang from inside the house, but Li Shumei's first reaction was to touch her pocket with a flustered expression, and then she remembered something and went into the house to get her mobile phone.

At that time, Song Xi thought that Li Shumei was overly sad and his brain was a little slow. However, he spread the mat before going to bed, and touched the mud on the mat with one hand.

Perhaps it wasn't dust rubbed against the wall at all.

Thinking of this, Song Xi stretched out his hand to turn on the light without hesitation, called the man out of bed, opened the mat, and searched carefully on the bed sheet. Finally, he saw a mud print the size of a finger print on the corner of the bed sheet. There was also some mud similar to what was on the sheets.

Cooperating with the news received during the day, finally a complete guess spread in Song Xi's mind, just waiting for him to confirm it.

Song Xi didn't hesitate too much, picked up his crutches and walked into Li Shumei's house with a stick. Wu Bei followed behind him, showing a protective posture.

Walking in front of Li Shumei's house, yellow and orange lights overflowed through the gap, and Li Shumei was still awake.

Song Xi knocked on the door, but there was no response from the room.

He knocked again and called into the room: "Mom, are you in?"

The room remained silent, eerily silent.

Song Xi frowned, and stretched out his hand to push the door. Surprisingly, the door didn't close, and opened after two creaks.

The light in the room was shining, Song Xi swept over, and met a haggard face.

Li Shumei was sitting in the room, looking at the door, and seemed to have just recovered: "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

Song Xi was a little scared, but fortunately Wu Bei followed him, he settled down, walked in, and asked without changing his face: "Mom, did you clean up my house today?"

Li Shumei looked at him suspiciously: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Song Xi changed the question again: "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Li Shumei's face froze, and she said, "Yeah, I'm getting old and can't sleep at night. What's the matter with you looking for me so late?"

Song Xi made up his mind and said affirmatively, "Dad actually came back last night."

Li Shumei suddenly looked at him, with panic in her eyes, "What are you talking about?"

Song Xi sighed, stopped going around in circles with her, and said bluntly: "Mom, there is mud on my bed sheet and mat, you must have stained it this morning."

Almost instantly, Li Shumei stood up, her whole body trembling, her lips twitched, and after a while, she sat down again, her face was covered with ashes, and she murmured: "You already know..."

Song Xi was almost certain now, pursed his lips, and said, "You killed the man."

Li Shumei smiled, and the smile was ugly, and the whole body was broken, "Yes, I killed it."

After speaking, Li Shumei laughed at herself again: "He fought with me at the time, and I just picked up the hammer and hit him casually. Who knew he would die like that. He is not as good as a chicken."

No need for Song Xi to ask, Li Shumei just found a mouth to confide in, shaking out all the things that happened, her emotions have almost collapsed.

He Jianjun went out to play cards yesterday afternoon. When he left after eleven o’clock, he received a call from Li Shumei. Li Shumei scolded him on the phone. He didn’t go home immediately, but argued with Li Shumei on the phone on the road, waiting for him to dawdle. When I got home, it was already twelve o'clock, and everyone in the village was almost asleep.

When they got home, the two started arguing that He Jianjun was going to fight, and Li Shumei was not a vegetarian, so he picked up a hammer and hit him on the forehead, killing him.

Li Shumei committed homicide by mistake and sat at home for a long time. After she calmed down, she dragged the body to the pool.

She was doing farm work a lot, and it wasn't out of the question to get a grown man to the sink.

She also knew how to deal with the evidence and cleaned up the footprints by the pool. After Li Shumei returned home, she started to clean up the traces at home, but because she was in a state of high tension, she couldn't calm down and couldn't sleep.

In order to relieve her emotions, she cleaned the house in a trance. The mud on Song Xi's sheets and mat was accidentally rubbed on at that time.

As for the cell phone, it wasn't that she didn't throw it away on purpose, but that she dropped it on the corner of the table during the dispute, and Li Shumei didn't pick it up until the morning when she saw it.

At that time, it was already dawn, and everyone in the village began to come out for activities. Li Shumei didn't dare to throw it away, so she put it in her pocket for some reason.

What happened afterwards became clear. In fact, during the police questioning, Li Shumei cried and trembled not because of sadness, but because of fear.

Song Xi thought again that when he was holding the paper for Li Shumei during the day, he touched the other party's hand and it was frighteningly cold, because there was a ghost in his heart.

After Li Shumei finished speaking, she looked at him with sarcasm, her voice was unbelievably hoarse, "Why, are you going to call the police and arrest me?"

Song Xi didn't respond, and calmly said: "You guys are arguing because of He Jie."