"You don't understand." The painter was far away from Xiangdong, and the other party's stench was so bad that he wanted to vomit.

Xiangdong said perfunctorily: "Why don't I understand? The dead tree is coming to spring."

The painter rigorously corrected: "It is regeneration."

"According to what you said, Chen Yang and Chao Jian are your parents?" Xiangdong joked.

The painter said: "In a sense."

Xiangdong squinted his eyes: "Who are their father and who are your mother?"

Painter: Is it necessary to continue discussing the issue of "..."?

Behind a distance, Miss Qiao and Xiang Zimu were side by side, two completely different women were about the same height, one was hot and the other was cool.

"This task is very interesting." Miss Qiao spoke first, with a cedar-like fragrance in her breath.

Xiangzimu didn't answer.

Miss Qiao flirted with the fluffy waves: "I like you very much."

Xiangzimu was indifferent.

"It's really sad." Miss Qiao's slender arms wrapped around her, and her neck scabbed was leaning over. "For the sake of roommates, my sister advises you to do the task well and go down well."

Xiangzimu looked at the direction of the eyes and drooped her light lips and closed her mouth: "I would like to advise you not to be too indulgent."

"I'm addicted. This is a disease. Sister, I'm in trouble in the real world. I always go to the Shura field." Miss Qiao seemed to walk on the catwalk, with a graceful and lazy figure. "The mission world is so suitable for me. Sometimes I think that if I really untied my identity number one day, I will be reluctant to leave it."

Xiangzimu no longer responded, and her pace became faster, as if she was following something.

Behind, Qian Han shook Zhuzhu and Ge Fei away, and ran to the team. His scalded arm was held by his other hand, causing his lips to turn blue.

Zhuzhu looked at the people around her: "Ge Fei, are you very bad relationship with Qian Han?"

"Of course." Ge Fei shrugged, "I exposed his nonsense on the spot. Can the relationship be good?"

Zhuzhu said: "Then he really pushed Brother Wu out to protect himself?"

Ge Fei's face was wrapped in gauze, and he couldn't tell what his expression was. His tone was calm and he didn't lose control: "Do you believe me or him?"

Zhuzhu pursed her lips and said sorry: "I was not present at that time."

"Understand." Ge Fei said, "Actually, I thought about it later that it was human nature to do that. In a critical moment, the desire to survive will overwhelm reason and emotion, and instinctively activate self-defense."

Zhuzhu said: "So what, the damage is still caused. No one will say that it is just your instinct, and you can't do anything about it."

Ge Fei smiled.

In the evening, Chen Yang recorded all the information points in the room, trying to find out the ignored parts.

The light of the white candle casts a circle of light and shadow on the table.

Chen Yang wrote and stroked the notebook, pressed the pen down with a "splash". He turned his head and moved his eyes to his partner on the bed.

Chao Jian didn't look at him: "Do you have any eyebrows?"

"No." Chen Yang moved the chair and sat over, his knees pressed against the edge of the bed, "There is a ball of yarn in his mind, and he can't shake it."

"I originally thought that Gao Degui would only appear when the fish tide comes tomorrow, but now it's early." Chen Yang sighed, "This time I'm doing it, it feels like the finale has been done."

"Let's see if there will be any townsmen going to the river tomorrow." Chen Yang supported his elbows and pressed his hands against his chin. "We want to make the worst plan."

Chao Jian has no expression.

Chen Yang shook his legs against the bed: "Brother, say something."

"I didn't say it?" Chao Jian took his legs away and his back stretched slightly. "Don't touch me, you're annoyed."

Chen Yang: “…”

"What did you say? You just asked me if there was any progress."

Chao Jian put his leg back to the original place: "Why don't you say that?"

Chen Yang was speechless.

"Take your little notebook to the bed, and I'll see the information you remember." Chao Jian looked at Chen Yang with grass on his head, frowned and frowned. He didn't know what he was struggling with. He suppressed his emotions and said, "Hurry up."

Chen Yang quickly grabbed the notebook and climbed onto the bed.

Chao Jian did not reach out to take Chen Yang's notebook, but just lowered his head and looked around with a glance.

"Can you understand? Do you want me to explain it to you?" Chen Yang scratched his face.

"No need." Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang was a little surprised. He didn't know what happened, nor did he know when it started. When he remembered things, he always remembered it was more abstract. At first glance, it was no different from ghost talismans. Sometimes he couldn't even see what he wrote, but Chao Jian could understand it.

"You didn't say that just for the sake of face, did you?" Chen Yang didn't believe it, "If that were the case, there would be no need."

"Look." Chao Jian started from the first line and read out his message accurately.

Chen Yang thought in horror, genius.

"What are you thinking about? I'm not a genius." Zhao Jian grabbed a few milk slices and threw them on the notebook.

"Okay, you are not, I am." Chen Yang said in his heart while coaxing him, "You are not a genius, how could you understand my ghost drawing talisman."

Chen Yang didn't talk to Chao Jian for long before he was disturbed by the movements outside.

Zhuzhu rushed out of the room of Miss Qiao and Xiang Zimu. She was nervous and cried and screamed in the yard. She pulled out all the five ear clips on her left ear and threw them out. Red marks were pulled out around the earlines.

When Chen Yang opened the door and went out, he found that no one came out of the other rooms. He stared at the shaking girl and asked her what was wrong.

Zhuzhu seemed to be suddenly pressed by something from behind, and the weight was not light. Her waist and back bent down sharply, and her legs shook, and she almost fell down.

Chen Yang's back felt numb.

Zhuzhu maintained a position that was suppressed and screamed in horror: "Save me, Mr. Chen, save me...I'm suppressed, save me..."

"You have nothing on your back." Chen Yang held up Chao Jian's cell phone and took a picture. He couldn't see any ghosts. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhuzhu was stunned: "No, no?"

Chen Yang nodded.

Zhuzhu stood up under Chen Yang's gaze, without any obstacles. She tried to move her stiff shoulders, no abnormality.

Chen Yang saw her suspicious and shocked: "You have been scaring yourself for the past two days."

Zhuzhu cried: "I'm scared."

Chen Yang looked back at his partner on the bed and confirmed that the other party was paying attention to his movements. Then he held up his phone and walked towards Zhuzhu: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid..." Zhuzhu covered her face and whimpered, "I..."

Zhuzhu's voice suddenly changed, and his words were difficult to speak, as if two hands were holding her neck, and the force gradually increased. She wanted to spread the hand around her neck, and her upper body bent down again, showing ninety degrees to her lower body.

It seemed like someone was playing with her on her back.

Zhuzhu's pupils trembled violently, fear was flooding her mind. She slowly twisted her neck and looked back... She saw a person lying on her back.

The man raised his head.

It's her!

She lay on her back!

Before Chen Yang could figure out what was wrong, he saw Zhuzhu going crazy and screaming and grabbing his shoulder.
Chapter completed!