The beauty of the fishing department is a god in the love variety show

There is a lot of humidity in the channel, and it makes people feel dull just by inhaling it in the nasal cavity.The ceiling, walls and steps under the feet are all made of concrete, dirty, and it seems that no one usually cleans it.

There was no light inside, so No. 8 could only walk forward by groping for the wall. Fortunately, there seemed to be no obstacles under his feet, which prevented him from falling over.

The sound of the rain was completely inaudible, only his footsteps and breathing.After walking for an unknown distance, he finally came to the other end of the steps, but this time it led to the top.

He climbed up recklessly, and he could already see the faint light outside through the crack of the door, which made his breathing quicken with excitement.

He pushed open the door, but found that he did not go outdoors, but came to a place similar to an ancestral hall.

There are many tablets inside, and the incense is constantly burning, giving off a pleasant smell.And the light he saw was not the optical fiber outside, but the halo of candlelight.

What is this place?

No. 8 was a little nervous. He originally had hope, but finally found that the situation was completely different from what he thought. This loss undoubtedly hit him hard.

To make matters worse, this eerie place was gloomy and terrifying. Rows of tablets stared coldly at him, the intruder, as if they had eyes.There is also a small silver box behind each tablet, and it is not difficult for people to imagine what it is.

He couldn't help taking a few steps back, fear flashed across his face.

At this moment, a wind blew from nowhere, and all the candles shook suddenly, distorting the black shadow on the wall.

Number 8 froze because he saw another tall, dark figure on the wall that was not his own.

He wanted to shout for help, but his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make it out.A strong force struck from behind, nailing him to the wall, his face pressed against the cold wall, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

A cold light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and almost instantly, all five fingers of his right hand were cut off, and blood gushed out from the wall and fell to the ground.

No. 8 yelled in pain, obviously the voice was not low, but it seemed to be wrapped in an air diaphragm, and only one or two could be heard muffled.

Soon, all ten of his fingers were cut off.

Hei Ying picked up the fingers on the ground and directly opened his mouth, one, two, three... all stuffed in.

In the end, No. 8 did not bleed to death, but was choked to death by his own fingers.

He couldn't breathe, and slowly lost his resistance, his eyes widened in astonishment, looking at the black figure in front of him and wanting to say something.But it was too late, his fire of life was completely extinguished, and he could only fall into the abyss of death with doubts.

"Did you hear anything?"

Song An didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he did hear some kind of rustling noise.

Li Qiubai yawned boredly, pricked up his ears to listen for a while, and then said, "I didn't hear the sound, but I smelled blood."

Song An was taken aback, and immediately asked: "Where is it?"

Li Qiubai pointed to the columbarium behind him.

Song An didn't dare to delay, and immediately went back outside the room, took out the iron wire in his pocket, and opened the lock one by one.

Li Qiubai looked at his miraculous skill with great interest. If it wasn't for the wrong time and place, he really wanted to learn it.

Every time he thought he knew Song An well enough, the other party would tell him with practical actions—"I still have a lot of secrets."

He laughed, and his eyes were full of brilliance. With such a person, he would probably never feel bored.

Song An pushed open the door, and immediately smelled a strong smell of blood.He didn't dare to be careless, and immediately exchanged the props, ready to run away if something went wrong.

The room was very bright with many candles, and he quickly found the body lying on the ground.

Guest No. 8 fell face down in a pool of blood, all ten fingers were cut off, his mouth was filled with his own severed fingers, his eyeballs protruded, and he still had the panic before his death.

It was hopeless, but Song An was curious as to where he entered the columbarium.

Obviously he was guarding the only exit just now, but he never saw No. 8 at all.

He looked around, there must be some kind of secret passage here.

Song An began to look for it, while Li Qiubai who was standing aside was idly observing the corpse.

Well, it's no wonder Song An doesn't like him committing suicide, it's so ugly.

At that time, I jumped from the upstairs, and my head was smashed. It is estimated that the tragedy is not much better than this person.

He sniffled in disgust, and suddenly felt bad.

Song An noticed that his expression was wrong, and thought it was this place that stimulated him.

"You go out first, I can find it alone."

Only then did Li Qiubai walk over sticky, lying on his back like an octopus, with a look of sleepiness in his eyes.It's still more comfortable to hug Song An, the others are really annoying, and it would be nice if they died.

He acted coquettishly: "Why don't you ask me?"

Song An turned to look at him: "You know?"

"of course."

Song An stared at him for a few seconds, but said softly: "It's okay, if you don't want to talk about it, just let me go and find it by myself."

Li Qiubai was taken aback, he really didn't want to mention this ghostly place, when he was a child, when he made mistakes, he would always be picked up from the secret passage by tall and strong male servants, and he would kneel in front of the memorial tablet to accept punishment.

The advantage of doing this is that Li Guofu can not only prevent outsiders from seeing what is wrong with him, preserve his reputation of charity, but also teach him a lesson so that he can obediently be a puppet in this family.

Few people know about this matter, and it can even be said that those who know are all dead.But Song An could feel his emotions from his expression. If he didn't really care, how could he consider his mood first in such a critical link.

The corner of Li Qiubai's mouth raised a smile unconsciously, it was no longer a false, masked smile, but a joy from the heart.

It's great, it feels really good to be cared for.

"Well, right there."

He points to a corner.

Song An stopped and followed his fingers to look over, and sure enough, he found the clue.It's just that that place is really too hidden, if he finds it by himself, it may take a while.

But he didn't walk over immediately, but tore off the dog skin plaster on his back, and gently held his hand.

Under the light of the candlelight, his smile was warm and distressed.

"Come with me, okay?"

OK!

Li Qiubai has already silently answered this question without a rational reaction.

Song An's hand was dry and warm, holding it like a piece of warm jade, which made his heart feel at ease.The gloomy memory that was once dragged away like a dead dog was slowly dispelled in this warmth.

The two walked all the way down the stairs, and finally arrived at the room that No. 8 had just entered.

here is……

A flash of light flashed in Song An's mind. He opened the drawer and took a look, and immediately understood.

This is Xue Qingqing's room.

The clothes in the room have been prepared, not only when she was alive, but also her mature clothes until now.

Just looking at these, Song An can feel how much love and effort Dai Lu put into this daughter.

He found a diary in the drawer under the dressing table. The handwriting on it was very neat. The pages were a little yellowed, but they were smoothed out without any slight curl.

Most of the front was Xue Qingqing's happy and simple life, but everything changed after meeting Ye.

Xue Qingqing didn't like Ye Li. In her heart, this playboy was just the lady's fiancé, and she avoided suspicion if she could.

But the simple she was Ye Li's opponent, but because of a carelessness, she soon fell into the opponent's trap.

Ye Li threatened her not to tell anyone, enjoying the pleasure of controlling her in the palm of his hand and the thrill of having an affair under Li Zhener's nose.

Xue Qingqing didn't dare to tell anyone, so she could only swallow the humiliation silently, praying that Ye Li would get tired of her as soon as possible.

But tragedies are always out of human control.

On Li Zhener's birthday, her relationship with Ye Li was discovered.That night, Li Zhener committed suicide, and the news almost crushed her.

"My mother packed my luggage and told me to leave quickly, but... will the master really let me go?"

The diary was broken at this point, and only a few tears could be seen blurring the handwriting, leaving an ink-colored ball on the white paper.

Song An's finger tapped lightly, and it was obvious that Li Guofu also knew the truth about his daughter's suicide.Will this cunning man who loves his daughter like his life really let Xue Qingqing go so easily?

No.

The answer is obviously no.

Song An sighed, he had roughly understood the ins and outs of the whole thing, but he still had a little doubt to verify.

After closing the diary, he put it back in its original place.In this place, it seems that the sound of rain can no longer be heard too much.

He cast his eyes on the dark green glass, and a gleam of clarity flashed in his eyes.

"Let's go."

Song An continued to hold Li Qiubai's hand, leading him out of this room full of memories, and now he was going to find out the real evil spirit and reveal the hidden secrets of this villa.

As soon as Li Qiubai was pulled back, he immediately followed behind him like a well-behaved big dog.

However, not long after he went out, he ran into Ling Ye, and was immediately blocked.

Lingye looked at him with angry eyes, and his teeth were almost gritted with hatred.

This shameless fellow used some means to abduct Li Qiubai away, making him invisible for a long time.Don't talk about cultivating feelings, even if you had some feelings, I'm afraid they have been exhausted now.

However, when his gaze turned to Li Qiubai, it turned into mournful sadness again, as if he had been abandoned, with a sad look on his brows and eyes.

"Qiu Bai, haven't you seen the true face of this man? He is using you to get close to you and please you. Don't think he didn't say that he wanted to kill the evil spirits, but in his heart I'm afraid you have already been condemned to death."

"Only I really love you, only I don't care about your identity at all!"

When it came to the end, Ling Ye almost roared out, his eyes filled with tears, as if he was a child because of his grievance.

He didn't seem to understand why he couldn't compare with Song An.

Li Qiubai looked at him indifferently, watching his performance at this moment, he just felt extremely boring.

Here, he has seen too many people's hearts, and he doesn't care about Ling Ye at all.

"Do you really love me?"

"Of course!"

Ling Ye said loudly, wishing to show him his heart.

Li Qiubai smiled lightly: "Then prove it to me, I want to see your heart."