After awakening the evil god, it was marked

The mineral water bottle in Zhou Hanguang's hand was crackling.

He asked nonchalantly, "What joke are you talking about?"

"You left traces." Yan Zhijin said.

"If there are really clues pointing to me as the murderer, then it should be the police who are sitting across from me and interrogating me now," Zhou Hanguang said with a smile, "Professor, you don't have to lie to me."

Yan Zhijin shook his head and looked over his shoulder: "The traces are on you."

Zhou Hanguang's shoulders trembled, and his facial muscles spasmed slightly.

"You were injured, and it was serious," Yan Zhijin said. "When you killed Xia Shuhe, she also left a wound on your body. You were checking the wound just now, and the smell of ointment was left in the air .”

Zhou Hanguang rubbed his shoulders and said, "Recently, my muscles are stiff, and I bumped against the shelf several times."

Yan Zhijin said, "You've been arching your back this morning, I guess it's because of the unbearable pain."

Zhou Hanguang replied in a natural tone: "Yes, I bumped into it yesterday."

"When did you come back yesterday?" Yan Zhijin pressed further, "I remember that most of us went back early, only you insisted on staying there."

"It's eleven or twelve o'clock. I usually come back at that time. I don't remember the exact time. You know, we are almost exhausted when we go home at two o'clock every day. How can I remember the exact time. "Zhou Hanguang smiled and spread his hands, and his tone became tough, "Professor, you have no right to interrogate me. I'm just an unlucky patient."

Yan Zhijin said to himself, "You didn't expect He Jiayun to appear, and you fled in a hurry. There should be flakes of your skin in Xia Shuhe's nails."

Zhou Hanguang's expression froze slightly.

He sighed and said helplessly, "Professor, why don't you believe me. I really have nothing to do with that matter...Why did I do this? Besides, the camera at the entrance of the institute can always see me coming in and out time."

"The power system of the research institute was destroyed, and the security system was also shut down. There is no video from yesterday. Even if precious materials are stolen, the alarm will not sound. It is because of this thought that you dare to walk in. The reason why it is so early in the morning You only acted to avoid bumping into the patrolling people on duty. Originally, you were only going to steal a little bit of venom—the kind that is difficult to detect, and then restore the power system. Because only a little bit is missing, if you are not careful, you will not be able to find it at all. I didn't expect to investigate, so I can hide it. I just didn't expect to meet Xia Shuhe." After Yan Zhijin finished speaking, he paused.

Zhou Hanguang laughed at himself, "Then I'm really good."

"However, there is an independent infrared camera in the room where the files are stored. I didn't tell anyone about it. There are both in the room and in an area outside the room. Do I need to show the surveillance video?" Yan Zhijin said forcefully. say.

Zhou Hanguang's pupils constricted.

"Why did you do this?" Yan Zhijin's eyes were clear and transparent.

The corners of Zhou Hanguang's mouth were tightly pursed, and the blood in his eyes almost fell down along the corners of his eyes.

His phone was vibrating crazily, but he ignored the noise and stood there dumbfounded.

"Professor." He suddenly raised the corners of his lips and said, "Of course it's for you."

Yan Zhijin's heart rang alarm bells, and jumped up from the sofa the first moment he saw him rushing towards her.

But it was too late, Zhou Hanguang let out a low growl, flew over, grabbed him by the neck, and pushed him viciously onto the sofa.

The air suddenly became thin and cloudy.

Yan Zhijin grasped his fingers tightly and moved them outward, his chest heaved violently, glaring at him.

Zhou Hanguang pinched his neck, clenched his hands constantly, and said with tears and laughter, "Professor, don't you want to know why I did this?"

He said softly: "Because of you."

"I used to think that I would be your most powerful assistant, your most handy knife, and the person who accompanied you the longest." His voice was so tender that water dripped out, "until that bastard appeared."

His voice suddenly became eerie: "He took everything from me."

Yan Zhijin's weak voice was hoarse and gloomy: "No one is robbing you."

"I'm your best student, so people say I'll be your successor. Sometimes you think I'm too utilitarian, but I know that you still trust me in your heart." He looked at Yan affectionately. Zhijin, but the strength in her hands became heavier and heavier, "I believe that one day, we will become intimate and irreplaceable work partners. I thought that we may not become lovers, but we will become the most familiar The friend with the most tacit understanding and the longest time with him.”

"You are my student." Yan Zhijin forced his words to continue.

"The premise of everything I said is that you will not fall in love with other people," he said almost desperately, "I even thought that because you got married naturally, your husband is secular and powerful, and he can't understand your ideals at all. .You seem to be close, your heart is still on your research. I can accept someone who is closer to you than me in name, as long as you don't love him."

"Why? Why did he pop up suddenly?" The veins on his forehead bulged, and he strangled Yan Zhijin's throat fiercely.

Yan Zhijin's vision began to blur, and colorful circles were spinning in front of his eyes.

"How long has he known you? Are you so close to him?" Zhou Hanguang questioned, "As soon as he came, you let him approach the most core research. Facts have proved that he does have this ability, so I accept it. Why doesn't he even take a break?" Can you stay by your side? He can touch you, offend you, and talk badly about you, and you won't even get angry. You allow him to participate in your research, and you allow him to participate in your private trips, even if he still talks to you. Others don't know. Before, your heart was on that snake. After all, it is not a human being. I can bear it. How can you let me bear it now? How can I be more attached to him than you?"

"Because..." Yan Zhijin murmured.

"I just want you to know that I will be stronger than him and more suitable for you." With madness in his eyes, he leaned over lovingly, staring at Yan Zhijin who was dying and unconscious, "I don't want to kill at all. That woman, who told her to yell. I just wanted to knock her out temporarily, but I didn't expect her to be so strong, and scratched a few deep gashes on my back. She almost killed me... I almost It died at her hands, and I thought of you at that time."

He smiled and said: "I will complete your unfinished research. Don't you want to know why I stole the venom? Because I will complete that research for you, and I will actually research the medicine that will allow the entire human race to evolve. In this way, You will definitely look at me more, right? I can't die yet, I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to praise me..."

"Even at this time, you are still so beautiful." He looked at the fragile and pale person in front of him infatuatedly, "Ordinary people, at this time, their faces must be purple, they are in a state of distress, and in severe cases, they may even lose control. But you won't, you still So pure and beautiful."

He leaned over and wanted to kiss those bright red lips: "I never intended to kill you. But now I feel that perhaps it is best to let you sleep forever like this. When you quietly close your eyes, it is so peaceful serene."

When his lips were about to touch Yan Zhijin, he suddenly let out a scream, covered his face, straightened up, and gasped for breath.

Yan Zhijin opened those light-colored eyes and looked at him without sadness or joy.

"I still like to keep my eyes open." His whole body was covered with a faint silver-white light.

This kind of light is soft, like the color of snow covered with starlight, but Zhou Hanguang's clothes were burned out when exposed to the light, and his skin was gradually scorched under the erosion of light.

"You never thought about it, did you think something wrong?"

Zhou Hanguang covered his eyes and screamed: "What did I do wrong? I did nothing wrong!"

"You only love me in fantasy." Yan Zhijin said lightly, "You keep saying that it's for me. During this process, have you ever asked me what I mean?"

Zhou Hanguang's shoulders trembled, and a few unwilling words leaked from between his fingers: "I love you...how could I not love you...when I become strong enough, I can..."

"I don't love you." Yan Zhijin's voice seemed to sentence him to death.