"Even if he is resurrected, he may not be the son you know."
Shen Meihuan began to understand the meaning of this sentence.
She couldn't hear her son's heartbeat from his chest, but he could walk. His body was cold, but his muscles were as soft as ordinary people.
He didn't speak, but responded to others' words … He didn't know how to think, and his behavior seemed to be instinctive.
The living dead … Shen Meihuan didn't know when this terrible idea came into her mind.
But no matter what.
No matter what.
"You are my son." Shen Meihuan held her son's face with both hands and whispered, "You are my flesh and blood, no matter what you become …"
His son's eyes suddenly blinked. He seemed to understand, but also seemed to not understand. Perhaps it was just a biological reaction.
But Shen Meihuan felt that her son was talking to her. He just didn't adapt to this state for a while.
"It must be so, it must be so …" Shen Meihuan said softly, "He must have hit his head when he fell down … It must be so, it must be so, don't be afraid, my child, I'm here, ah!"
"Are you hungry?"
"Look at you, you're so dirty."
"Do you want to drink water?"
She felt that she was back to the time when her son was very young, and she had to worry about his daily life. Shen Meihuan held her son in her arms and lay on the bed. She gently stroked his head and said, "Sleep, sleep …"
Suddenly, Shen Meihuan heard some sounds … The sound of the door opening!
Her husband, Gu Feng, came back.
Shen Meihuan suddenly sat up, hugged her son tightly, and said nervously, "Don't be afraid, mom is here! Don't be afraid … I won't let this guy hit you again, no, no … no … "
…
Gu Feng closed the door, changed his shoes, glanced at the living room, and finally sat down. After a while, Gu Feng shouted, "I'm back."
He was very upset … It was not enough to describe his mood.
It took him a lot of effort to get out of the police station after pulling a lot of strings. Gu Feng also asked the lawyer, and even if he was really prosecuted, he could still fight a lawsuit. This news was the only thing that made him feel slightly more at ease.
However, there was another thing that he had to do with his current wife. When he married Shen Meihuan, he was just a nobody in the city.
Although this woman had brought a son into the family, she had also brought him some luck. In recent years, he had also contracted a small factory, and his living conditions had improved a lot. Naturally, his work had also become busier.
More importantly, Shen Meihuan also had a share in the factory.
"Mei Huan, are you there? Mei Huan? "
Gu Feng pinched his forehead and looked tired. "Can we talk about it?" I admit that I did hit Jia Jie, but I was wrong. However, I really didn't expect him to be like this … Tell me, which child hasn't been beaten before? When I was young, wasn't I also beaten up by my father? I think both of us are at fault. I hit him, but you didn't take good care of your son either, right? Beautiful? Beautiful? Are you listening? "
Suddenly, a sharp pain appeared at the back of Gu Feng's head. He only felt a buzzing sound in his head, and then the world spun, and then he lost consciousness.
He directly lay down on the sofa. Behind him, Shen Meihuan was holding a rolling pin in both hands. I won't let you hit my son again. "
Shen Meihuan suddenly woke up and threw away the rolling pin in her hand. She knew that Gu Feng was just in a coma, and she didn't really want to do the most extreme thing.
Shen Meihuan suddenly rushed into the room, packed up her things, and then took her son out of the house.
She couldn't let others know that her dead son was' alive 'again. She thought that she needed to hide her son … for the time being!
…
…
"Ma Yi, is it appropriate to let Gu Feng go?" The young policeman asked.
Ma Houde, who was in a bad mood, stared at his subordinate, "What do you think? I just scared him. Do you really think that we should detain him like this? Even if we know that Gu Feng hit him, what can we do? This is a criminal self-report case. But where is the victim? He is still lying in Old Qin's house. Do you want him to stand up and report the case? "
"It's really annoying!" The young policeman couldn't help but hit his right palm with his left fist.
Ma Houde frowned, "Besides, even if Gu Jiajie chose this extreme way because of domestic violence, there is still one thing that I can't let go of."
"Ma Yi, you mean the cram school?"
"Five suicides. All of them were students of this cram school …" Ma Houde nodded, "We didn't notice the first one at the beginning. Then the second one also committed suicide … then the third one, the fourth one … and now."
At this time, another subordinate came in with a file, "Ma Yi, the deleted message on Gu Jiajie's mobile phone has been recovered by the technician. There is a message sent by the victim before he committed suicide, but it was sent by a chat software. This kind of software is casually registered. We have asked the operator, but there is no information. "
Ma Houde quickly took it and glanced at it. "Nine o 'clock … The usual place? Teacher? "
Thinking about it, Ma Houde suddenly stared at his subordinate, saying abruptly, "Do you still remember the mathematics, physics and chemistry in high school?"
"What?" The young police officer suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Hey, you go to class."
"What? Ma Yi, do you think … I am suitable? "
"You are not suitable, but am I suitable?" Ma Houde rolled his eyes.
…
…
The servant girl took out a globe from the utility room.
At this moment, the club boss was rotating the globe. On the map of the globe, there were dense red dots. Of course, these red dots could only be seen by Luoqiu himself.
You Ye could only know how many points she knew by the places where the customers came from. But Luoqiu was different. As long as he was close to the critical gate and stayed on it, he could clearly know which points had been opened.
He rotated slowly, as if he didn't want to stop.
"Master, Shen Meihuan took her son away and knocked her husband out before leaving."
"It is difficult for the society to accept a dead person appearing again." Luo Qiu said slowly, "It's normal that she doesn't want others to know about it … It's also predictable."
Luoqiu couldn't help but recall this transaction.
This woman's wish was so strong that she didn't need any consultation at all. Luoqiu didn't even say anything, and the transaction was completed.
He shook his head and patted the globe with his palm, stopping the spinning sphere.
At this moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew open the door of the club, accompanied by a cloud of black smoke.
The smoke finally formed in front of Luoqiu, and he heard a slightly hoarse and gloomy woman's voice.
"Black Soul 18 greets the new master."
"Are you the Black Soul Envoy that You Ye said didn't dare to come because of some things?" Luoqiu nodded and began to look at the old staff of the club.
Black Soul No.18 took off the hood of her hoodie, revealing a rather frightening appearance.
She had an aged face, a big nose that resembled a hook, and silver-gray but sparse hair that resembled weeds … She looked just like an old witch in a fairy tale.
"Yes, I am." Black Soul 18 made a gloomy laugh.
Boss Luo had seen different forms of things recently, so he wasn't too surprised by Black Soul 18's appearance. He just nodded, "You've seen me before. Work as you used to."
Black Soul No.18 nodded respectfully. She began to look around and found that there was not only the club girl she knew, but also another strange woman … She shouldn't be the Black Soul Envoy.
"This is Miss Qin, she will live here temporarily."
"I see." She intended to nod to Qin Chuyu, but found that Qin Chuyu didn't even open her eyes. She had some thoughts in her mind, but she didn't show it; instead, she curiously stared at the other one.
How should she describe it?
A guy who was hanging on the ceiling in a rather delicate posture.
"This is Taiyinzi, he doesn't have a number now." Luoqiu said casually, "Well … as you saw, he has some special hobbies."
Black Soul No.18 nodded. She just remembered that he had some special hobbies … Anyway, she knew what the so-called special hobbies were from his appearance.
Taiyinzi who hadn't spoken for a long time now slightly raised his head, looking at the servant girl whose face was as delicate as jade, and then lowered his head again.
'Really … it's not like this …'
Taiyinzi didn't have the thought of embarking on a prosperous Black Soul life. Now, he just felt that his Black Soul life was full of stains.
But the communication between Black Souls was very little. In the past, one Black Soul was in charge of one area, so there was very little time for communication. Black Soul 18 just knew him, but didn't want to pay attention to him. Instead, she stepped forward, turning over her palm, and several white cards appeared.
"Master, this is the information about the potential customer that I collected during this period."
These were originally collected by her to congratulate the appearance of her new master. But before she had time to present them, You Ye assigned another task, so she didn't present them.
Now that there was a chance, she would present it at once, striving for a good opportunity to perform well. After all, the location of the new critical door hadn't been decided yet.
Although the servant girl said that as a servant, she shouldn't take the initiative to mention it, but as a servant, she should strive to show her seriousness in her work in front of her master. (To be continued.)
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