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It has been two days since Sheng Feng woke up again. He only drank water and did not eat for two days. He curled up alone on the empty big bed and covered his gurgling stomach. Facing the lifeless room, he felt an unknown feeling in his heart of fear.

On the day Lin Tiancheng was killed, the whole room was filled with the smell of blood.

He sat up straight and put his feet down on the bed, licked his chapped lips, after a moment of consideration, he decided to pick up the glass on the bedside table and go to the living room to get some water to drink.

The curtains on all sides are tightly drawn, and the light is dark on cloudy days, which makes the room almost the same as the night. Sheng Feng stepped on the creaking floor and pushed open the door of the bedroom. The next second, he stopped in place.

In the living room stood a chunky figure, his feet were floating, and his whole body was soaked in blood.

Suddenly, the shadow raised his head and opened his bloody mouth and smiled at Shengfeng: "Xiaofeng, do you still remember Dad?"

The glass "clanged" fell from Sheng Feng's hand and shattered on the ground.At this time, Sheng Feng couldn't care about his bloody feet cut by glass shards all over the floor. Fear spread all over his body in an instant. He fled back to the room with weak feet and locked the door in a state of embarrassment.

This lifelong nightmare has been imprisoning him all the time, Sheng Feng shouted towards the door with a pale face: "Get out! Get out!"

Suddenly there was a deafening knock on the bedroom door, and the screams of ghosts and ghosts became a mess: "Lin Feng! You murderer! You go to hell with me! I'm a ghost and I won't let you go! Murderer! Killer... "

Sheng Feng covered his ears with his hands, his body trembling due to stress, squatting in the corner next to the closet like his father who faced domestic violence when he was a child, with tears on his cheeks, looking at the violently shaking bedroom door, shrinking himself into a ball.

He sobbed softly, as if the shell that protected him from harm had been completely torn apart: "I'm not a murderer...I'm not..."

Fear and panic ruthlessly shrouded Sheng Feng, but the sound of knocking on the door did not weaken at all. Lin Tiancheng, who had turned into a wronged soul, seemed to be playing tricks on Sheng Feng.

He wanted to drive Sheng Feng to a mental breakdown, just like he used to drive Sheng Feng's mother Sheng Miao to death. He has been lurking beside Sheng Feng for more than ten years, and Sheng Feng has hardly had a good night's sleep for more than ten years. The day has come to see the light of day again.

Lin Tiancheng lowered his voice, and the sound of knocking on the door weakened a bit: "Hey, Xiaofeng, open the door for Dad, and Dad promises not to hit you."

Sheng Feng hugged himself even tighter, but Lin Tiancheng's words kept enticing him to open the door, he could only find out that the scissors on the bedside table scratched his shoulder, and now only pain can keep him awake.

……

Huang Rongxin was pacing back and forth in the Guoan reception room. He had been in a hurry for two days. There was no information about Shengfeng in the system. Even the investigation could not find out why. Tang Chengping was obviously waiting for the pressure of public opinion. After increasing, remove Shengfeng and then go fast.

At this time, Tang Chengping walked into the reception room with a smile on his face, and Huang Rongxin slapped him as soon as he went up.

Huang Rongxin suppressed his voice, but he still couldn't hide the gnashing of his teeth: "Tang Chengping! What are you doing?! Can you be so happy if you take down Shengfeng?!"

Tang Chengping rubbed his face that was a little bloodshot from being slapped, as if he didn't care, and still maintained a smile: "Old team leader, I only called you old ancestor out of your face, just for your behavior just now. That's reason enough to arrest you."

Huang Rongxin let go of the suppressed volume in an instant, and shouted: "Catch me! Find someone to arrest me now!"

Tang Chengping looked like a smiling tiger, his honest and honest face was now smiling a bit pervasively, he shook his head: "Old team leader, Sheng Feng has been sitting in that seat for too long, he's over there The power is several times higher than mine, and black and white are impermanent, just listen to his words, how can it be successful? Don't you think so?"

Huang Rongxin clenched his fists, rationally told him not to hit people at this time, he pointed to Tang Chengping and said: "I tell you Tang Chengping, Shengfeng is the child I brought up with one hand, you want those broken rights to do whatever you want, Guoan Seven The leader of the group can sit in anyone, but you can't let those ignorant people meddle in and ruin Shengfeng's reputation! That kid has suffered enough, why don't you let him retire smoothly?!"

Tang Chengping didn't take it seriously: "What's wrong with him? Netizens are just discussing the facts. Besides, Sheng Feng did kill his biological father. They're right?"

Huang Rongxin clenched his fists: "Sheng Feng has worked for Guoan for eight years, which accident happened when he led people desperately to go up?! They can criticize Sheng Feng as a murderer, but Sheng Feng has treated the world in the past eight years. The merits of society cannot be questioned by anyone! Still questioning, are they worthy?"

Without waiting for Tang Chengping to speak, he picked up his coat: "If you fucking dare to touch a finger of my apprentice, I will make you feel uneasy for the rest of your life."

After saying the last sentence, Huang Rongxin yanked open the door of the reception room vigorously, and the staff who were eavesdropping with their ears scattered, quickly returned to their posts and continued to work hard.

He glanced around sharply, and couldn't vent his anger on them, so he took a deep breath, told himself not to hurt his liver, and walked out of the national security gate steadily.

……

Shen Yan spent the past two days in Xiyi Realm feeling restless, and bought some gadgets for Sheng Feng in the spare time when the black market was open. Watching military training is really boring. It is already difficult for Qiu Yishan to deal with these trivial matters by himself. More than enough, he can't afford to keep an eye on it all the time.

On the third day, he couldn't bear the loneliness and returned home like an arrow. The ghost king who promised to govern the Xiyi Realm with peace of mind ran away without a trace, and opened the border land closest to Sheng Feng's house. Then, change the clothes into the style that Sheng Feng likes.

Shen Yan floated up the stairs floor by floor, but when he passed through the anti-theft door, he felt something was wrong.

The room was quite hot and stuffy, the doors and windows were closed tightly, the thick curtains blocked all the light that could come in, the door of Shengfeng's bedroom was closed, the moment Shen Yan came in, he smelled a strong gloomy resentment, they gathered together I haven't had time to disperse in the living room.

Shen Yan immediately refrained from the foolish manner just now, fell to the ground and looked around, and asked tentatively: "Sheng Feng?"

Suddenly, he stepped on glass shards, some of which were still stained with blood. He immediately sensed that something was wrong, and subconsciously rushed into Shengfeng's bedroom.

In a dark corner, Sheng Feng was squatting barefoot, holding a pair of scissors, his arms and arms had been cut with several hideous blood cuts, his white and tender feet were bleeding, and his face was pale. White, with messy hair covering the eyes.

Shen Yan only felt that his heart was stabbed hard, and hurried up to snatch the scissors from Sheng Feng's hand. The moment he touched him, Shen Yan found that his whole body was cold and trembling uncontrollably: "Sheng Feng, what's the matter?" What's wrong?"

Even though Shen Yan had lowered his voice, Sheng Feng shrank back in fright, and then hugged himself a little tighter. Shen Yan knelt down in front of him, and gently brushed away the wet sweat on his face with his hands. The hair and forehead are hot and scary.

A living Hades king who has always been decisive in killing, who can force him into the fragile and broken state he is now, what happened in the past three days?

The more Shen Yan thought about it, the more anger surged in his heart, but he couldn't distract himself from the investigation yet.

"Sheng Feng, I'm back, it's me, look up at me." Shen Yan was afraid of scaring him again, so she could only kneel in front of him and slowly guide him to calm down.

Sheng Feng understood, raised his head that was tucked in his arms little by little, and opened his red and swollen eyes from crying. He saw the brocade embroidered into bamboo, and his fear and anxiety disappeared in an instant. Wucun was replaced by grievances and helplessness like a bankrupt, and now it seemed that there was only one outlet to vent, and it all poured out.

"Shen Yan..." Sheng Feng stretched out his arms to hug Shen Yan's waist, and the silent crying made people's heart ache, "Don't go...don't go..."

The spine that had been struggling for eight years seemed to be broken at this time. The two days of abuse and ridicule crushed the spine to pieces. Everyone regarded him as a sinner of Guoan, and everyone ignored him. All he could take in eight years.

The serious and important cases that he worked so hard to solve are vivid in his memory, but they have been completely forgotten in these three days.

Shen Yan caressed Sheng Feng's back over and over again, held up his tear-stained face and kissed devoutly: "Don't cry, don't cry, baby, it's my fault, I won't leave, I won't leave."

"He...he's been... knocking on the door... the ghost..." Sheng Feng couldn't form a normal sentence, but Shen Yan still understood a little bit.

"...Shen Yan...I'm so tired...so tired..."

Shen Yan has probably confirmed that it is the wronged soul who has been following him all the time: "Good boy, Xiao Feng, I will be with you in the future, don't be afraid... don't be afraid..."

He was held in Shen Yan's arms, who comforted him tirelessly. Sheng Feng never thought that a ghost's chest would become so warm at this moment, allowing him who was covered in barbs to completely relax and have a good rest for a while.

The tense nerves seemed to burst in an instant now, Shen Yan coaxed Sheng Fenghu in his arms for a while, and when he heard Sheng Feng's breathing gradually stabilized, he propped up his body and gently placed him on the bed.

He went to the living room and turned on the light, and rummaged through the cabinet to find a lot of medicines. Sheng Feng was born and died outside all the year round, so the family had the most medicines of all kinds.

Shen Yan took a bunch of antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs, and found a small bottle from the back of the cabinet. The bottle was almost empty, and many explanatory words were worn away, but he had never seen this drug before. , neither a cold medicine nor an anti-inflammatory drug.

He paid special attention to the professional name on the bottle, planning to check it with his mobile phone after Shengfeng finished taking the medicine.

Shen Yan seldom waited on people when he was in Xiyi Realm, but at this time, he was able to serve Sheng Feng at his fingertips. It only took more than ten minutes to boil water and make medicine. The cut was deep, and the wound on the foot was no longer bleeding.

Shen Yan put the prepared medicine on the bedside to cool for a while, and took advantage of this time to carefully treat the wounds on other parts of Sheng Feng's body.

The wound was so deep that it was hard to believe that it was done by himself. When the medicine hurt, Sheng Feng just frowned, as if he was suppressing it, and didn't react too much.

Shen Yan relaxed his strength to help him up, leaned on his shoulder, held the glass and fed it to Sheng Feng's mouth, and coaxed him nicely: "Hey, open your mouth and drink some medicine before going to sleep."

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