girlfriend's brother

The TV was on in the living room, Gao Yuanxia didn't pay attention to what channel or movie was on.It has been a day and a night since I came back from Song's house, and the people in the house still haven't come out.

Gao Yuanxia didn't know what Zhou Hui saw when he left, which could make this person so dizzy.He regretted that he didn't stay and look for clues together.Although he already knew the truth of the matter.

Zhou Hui sat in the corner of the room, holding his head, his chin covered with green stubble.

He thought about it all day and night, but he couldn't figure out what he did wrong to suffer such a crime in this life?

Why yourself?

Why does this happen?

He couldn't figure it out, and couldn't slow down.It's like a person walking on the street, suddenly paralyzed by an unknown object falling down, both wronged and inexplicable.

What happened to him now is more unacceptable than being paralyzed by an unknown object while walking on the road!It is no longer unlucky to describe his current situation.If he never knows the truth, at best he will live in brooding for the rest of his life, unable to get rid of it.But now, he knew who the murderer was and the purpose of the murderer, he only had indescribable fear.

It is easier to kill that "person" than to crush an ant. Even if he harms people recklessly, he will not be punished by law.Zhou Hui held his head and pulled his hair.But what can he do with him?Call the police?Are the police capable of catching someone who is already dead?Can a dead man be judged?

He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't.

Song Han only met him three or four times, and he didn't even say a word, why is it him?

Zhou Hui stared at the photo brought back from Song's house. The face of that person finally overlapped with the blurred face in his memory.So, Liang Jing's death, Song Nuan's death, and everything that happened in the past few months, could it be that this person who can't even remember his face liked him?

With a heart attack, he fell to the floor with his face pressed against the cool ground.

The phone rang on the table for a long time without stopping.Not knowing who was calling, Zhou Hui didn't have the slightest intention to get up to answer the phone at this time, so he just let it ring like this.After it rang for nearly an hour, he couldn't take it anymore, so he picked up a pole that was within reach, stretched it out on the table and swept it, and the phone fell right at his feet.

Zhou Hui vaguely saw the name of Aunt Song's family displayed on the screen. He hooked the phone with his foot, picked it up and pressed the answer button.After the call was connected, he didn't intend to speak, but only gave a faint "hmm".The person at the other end seemed to be relieved, but Zhou Hui could faintly hear her slapping her chest.He quietly waited for the other party to speak, and the person at the other end said softly: "You know everything, right?"

"what?"

"I used to blame you all the time, thinking that you caused him to be like this. I'm sorry." The person on the other end of the phone sighed and paused for a long time before seeing anything else.

Zhou Hui smiled weakly: "Did I harm him? Do you know what I have experienced in the past few months? Who is the real victim?"

The old lady seemed to choke for a moment before she said in a vain way: "But he never hurt you."

"So what? Do you think my current situation will be better than those who died?" Zhou Hui said lightly, "Those things in Song Nuan's room have traces of being turned over and put back. You obviously have everything I know, why have you been refusing to say anything? Why did you ask me to check for so long? "

It took a long time for Mrs. Song to reply: "Even if I know, what can I do? After the funeral of the Song family, I sorted out the things left by the Song family... Believe me, I was absolutely as surprised as you. When I found out When all this is not as simple as I thought, Xiao Han is already dead, what else can I do?"

"So what if I die? Is it amazing to die? Can I do whatever I want after death? Do you want me to die once and meet him face to face?!"

Is this family in their right mind?He is a real person, why no one has ever considered his feelings!Song Nuan deceived his feelings, Song Han designed him, the elders of the Song family despised him, and even Song Nuan's aunt ignored his life and death.Zhou Hui hadn't eaten for two days, and he couldn't even hold his phone steady. He yelled at the phone, almost exhausting all his strength.

He was a little hypoxic after shouting, his head was dizzy for a while, and he couldn't help but sat down on the ground.

The person on the other side of the phone didn't know what he was thinking. He just said, "Ah Hui, don't stay here..." Then there was no sound. Zhou Hui yelled a few words into the phone, and then heard a burst of There was the noise of tables and chairs falling to the ground.

He had an ominous premonition, so he immediately hung up the phone and went out.

Gao Yuanxia seemed to have heard the commotion in his room, and when he opened the door, he had already stood at the door for an unknown amount of time.He couldn't control that much anymore, and ran out after saying "go to Song's house quickly".

Zhou Hui had just been running on the road for a few minutes when he overtook a car behind him, which was Gao Yuanxia's car.He got into the car, so nervous that he couldn't even put on his seat belt.Gao Yuanxia leaned over, helped him fasten his seat belt, and comforted him: "Don't be nervous, maybe you just accidentally fell down."

"An old man lives in a house where people have died. There may be a ghost in that house. She..." Zhou Hui stared at his side face for a while. Mrs. Song's conversation, how did he know what was going on on the phone.

But Zhou Hui didn't have time to think about it. He didn't want anyone he was familiar with to die. Besides, he still had a lot of things to ask. If the old lady died, the only clue would be broken.In this way, not only would it be difficult for him to protect himself, but he might also put Gao Yuanxia around him in danger.

When they arrived at Song's house, an unexpected and unacceptable scene happened.In the living room, Mrs. Song was lying on her back on the sofa, her upper body was lying on the back of the sofa, her head was folded back as if broken, her shriveled mouth was wide open, her eyes were protruding, and her face was elongated to a shockingly long face. Surprising length.The screen of the mobile phone at her feet was still on, showing that a call had just ended.

He knows it!

Zhou Hui walked up to Mrs. Song, panted heavily, turned around a few times, and finally squatted down with his hands on his forehead.

Gao Yuanxia sat over and rubbed his shoulders, then called the police.

After finishing his statement at the police station, it was dawn when he returned home.Zhou Hui sat by the coffee table with a dull expression, leaning against the sofa and kicking his feet. Gao Yuanxia cooked two bowls of noodles and brought them to the coffee table in front of him.

"Death cannot be brought back to life. Maybe death is a kind of relief for her. Don't think too much about it." Gao Yuanxia gently picked up a few noodles with chopsticks as he spoke, and after blowing a few breaths, sent them to Zhou Hui. Mouth: "Eat."

Zhou Hui's eyes were dull, and after a few seconds, he stretched his neck slightly and took a bite.He raised his eyes and saw the concerned eyes of the other party, his eyes suddenly turned red, his throat felt sore and sore, he hesitated for a while before slowly saying: "If, I mean if, one day you are killed by others because of me, you... ...will you still regret being nice to me?"

Gao Yuanxia didn't answer his question immediately, but just lowered his head and rolled up the noodles that Zhou Hui had bitten off with chopsticks, put them into his mouth, and chewed them slowly.Zhou Hui stared at his still graceful movements, and said mockingly: "You are stupid, isn't there still a bowl? Why are you eating my saliva?"

Gao Yuanxia swallowed the food, then stared at Zhou Hui and said, "I don't regret what I have done."

The eyes of the person opposite were burning, Zhou Hui's head shook, and Gao Yuanxia looked at each other, not knowing what to say.It took him a while to scratch his head: "You're such a nice guy. But you know, I don't have that kind of thought about...well."

The light in Gao Yuanxia's eyes suddenly went out: "I know..."

Zhou Hui watched the person on the opposite side unconsciously stirring the food in the bowl, almost making the noodles into a paste, and suddenly felt powerless: "Then will you still be so nice to me in the future? Will you?"

Gao Yuanxia's back stiffened, and he paused for a while before lowering his head and sneering: "You are so cold-blooded."

Cold blooded?

Gao Yuanxia was lowering his head, eating noodles slowly, unable to see his face.Zhou Hui stared at the other person's slightly trembling eyelashes, unable to tell whether what he just said was angry or a joke.

He didn't dare to open his mouth to ask, so he picked up another bowl of noodles wisely, and started to eat it.The two sat on the ground facing each other and ate noodles without looking up at each other.

After eating, the atmosphere became extremely awkward.One has just been rejected by others, afraid of making others feel uncomfortable, and dare not say a word; the other has just been rejected by others, and is unwilling to do so, but is afraid of scaring people away.

The two had been waiting for the other's reaction, but neither of them dared to speak. They just sat in front of the TV, boredly watching an underwear advertisement that was played repeatedly.

The spokesperson of the ad is an actress that Zhou Hui likes very much. She looks soft and delicate, and has a small figure. When she twisted her body into an "S" position in front of the camera, Zhou Hui subconsciously said, " Nice body".When he finished speaking, he found that the temperature in the living room was inexplicably much lower. He rubbed the pimple on his arm and got up to close the window.

Looking back, he found the person sitting on the sofa, motionless, staring at him with a cold face.

The atmosphere became awkward again. Zhou Hui didn't know what he said wrong or what he did to make others unhappy, but he thought he was a person with no curiosity, so he only laughed a few times before sitting back on the sofa and rubbing his thighs. Find a way to talk: "I'm going to the temple tomorrow, ask for an amulet or something, do you want it?"

"No."

Gao Yuanxia stared at the TV without expression.

"In that temple, you can invite the jade pendant consecrated by the master. I heard it is very spiritual. Do you want it?"

"No." Still expressionless.

"The spring water on the mountain is very sweet. I heard that if you drink it to drive away evil spirits, you will be safe. I can bring some back. Do you want it?" Zhou Hui asked.

"No."

Gao Yuanxia stared at the TV without moving his head.

"I still need it, ghosts are most afraid of those." Ignoring the other party's indifference, Zhou Hui began to talk to himself, "Look at my house with so many stickers, don't I live a good life?"

"Ghosts are not afraid of spells and water to exorcise evil spirits." Gao Yuanxia said.

"You're not a ghost, how do you know he's not afraid?" Zhou Hui argued.

"I just know it."

Zhou Hui was silent for a while, then suddenly lowered his tone: "I don't know how long I can live."

Gao Yuanxia moved his head, and shifted his gaze to Zhou Hui's face: "You will not die. As long as you don't want to."

Zhou Hui was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly: "If I can really achieve what I want, in the past few months, there won't be a single thing that doesn't go my way."

Gao Yuanxia stared at his thin back, patted his back, and said lightly: "If you are afraid, I will accompany you to the temple tomorrow."

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