Wen Qing stared at the screen of her phone, her cheeks getting hot, shy and angry.

No wonder it was this attitude when I said that the other party sent a text message to the wrong person...

Recalling the conversation she had with him not long ago, the heat on Wen Qing's face almost rushed to her forehead.

He didn't even react to this at first? !

Wen Qing blushed and put down her chopsticks.

He rarely swears, and there are not many swear words in his mind at all. After thinking about it for a long time, he typed on the keyboard fiercely: [Insanity! 】

[I finally figured it out now. 】

Seeing this message, Wen Qing couldn't help but scolded again: "Neurotic!"

【Why don't you reply to the message? 】

【Are you scolding me? 】

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, the first reaction was how did the other party know he was cursing?

Immediately, I felt that normal people would swear when they received this kind of text message, it was just a coincidence.

Wen Qing's typing speed was not as fast as his. Just after typing the word "I", she received a new text message.

[What should I do, I want to **** you even more. 】

Wen Qing gritted his teeth and tapped his fingers on the phone screen: [I called the police! 】

After sending this text message, Wen Qing immediately blackened the number.

He switched back to the main screen of his mobile phone, stared at the screen saver for a while, and waited for the enthusiasm on his face to subside before opening the WeChat dialog of Xing Ze again.

The news is still on the matter of Ji Prison.

The previous WeChat Xing Ze was replied in seconds. Obviously, he is busy with work now and has no time to read WeChat messages.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing decided not to mention X's harassing text messages for the time being.

Let's wait until Xing Zai is not so busy. After all, text messages are only a small matter.

****

at night

After taking a shower, Wen Qing lay on the bed, opened Jiyu's WeChat, and typed slowly.

He deleted, edited, and pondered for more than half an hour before sending a message.

Wen Qing: [Uncle Ji, are you asleep? 】

Ji Prison did not reply to WeChat.

Wen Qing struggled for a moment, then apologized again: [Uncle Ji is sorry. 】

Ji Prison still hasn't returned.

Wen Qing was lying on the bed, watching the news while waiting for the reply from Ji Yu and Xing Ze, and then fell asleep in a daze.

Half asleep, Wen Qing heard the sound of opening and closing the door.

It was light, so light that it seemed to be his hallucination.

Wen Qing hummed and turned over, got into the quilt, covered his head, and wanted to isolate the outside world and get a good night's sleep.

It didn't take long for him to smell a sweet, pungent fragrance.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, her mind getting heavier and heavier.

As if being pressed by a ghost, his body became heavier and heavier, unable to move.

Wen Qing's brain is chaotic, but her senses are clear.

A cold hand touched his wrist, from the wrist bone to the fingers, massaging his bones with increasing force.

Wen Qing was in pain and murmured vaguely.

The next second, that hand was placed on his left hand, palms facing each other, fingers close to each other.

That hand was much bigger than his, and he could easily snap it back.

Soon, the metacarpophalangeal joints were sore.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and suddenly a broken hand in the flower bed appeared in front of her eyes.

He whimpered softly, his eyelashes getting wet with tears.

That hand let go of him, no longer tortured him, but intertwined with his fingers and held it so quietly.

Just when Wen Qing thought it was over, he was bitten again.

Unprecedented excitement spread along the spine to the limbs, and his whole body flushed, as if floating in the air, and then he was pulled into the seabed again. He heard his rapid breathing and the beating of his heartbeat.

Wen Qing raised her head unconsciously, her insteps were tightly stretched, her toes curled up and hooked on the white sheets.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qing curled his fingers dazedly.

Sensing that he had regained control over his body, he slowly lifted his eyelids.

He opened his eyes blankly, his vision blurred because of the tears, and his mind was also dazed.

The only thing that is clear is that the **** are cold again.

After a while, Wen Qing lifted the quilt and looked down.

Yet again…

Wen Qing got up in a trance and rushed into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, his heavy brain started to work.

Something seems wrong.

How could he be like that for two days in a row?

Wen Qing quickly wiped her body, stammering in her heart and asked the system: [Faculty, system, do you sleep at night? 】

001: […]

001: [I am not human. 】

No need to sleep.

Wen Qing thought for a while, and then asked: [Then will you turn off the phone at night? 】

001: […No. 】

Wen lightly exhaled and continued to ask: [Then, that...Did you see anything last night? 】

001 does not speak.

Wen Qing was even more nervous now, her face turned pale: [Really, is there really something? 】

There will be no ghosts, right?

001 was silent for a moment and said to him: [No comment. 】

There is definitely something wrong with what can't be said.

Wen Qing paled her face and asked again: [Will there be ghosts in that human-level copy? 】

[Can I ask this question? 】

001: [No. 】

Wen let out a sigh of relief, as long as there were no ghosts.

He put on a T-shirt and continued to ponder, no ghost words...

Either he was dreaming these two nights or there was... a person?

A coolness rose from the soles of Wen Qing's feet.

He inevitably associates the X-harassing text messages with the events of the night.

Wen Qing gave a shudder, ran out of the bathroom in a hurry, turned on the computer that was lying on the bed, and quickly browsed the facial recognition records from last night to this morning.

No one appeared at the door of his house after he slept.

It is even less likely that someone will climb up on the 12th floor.

Wen Qing stared at the computer screen, frowning slightly.

So he just had nightmares?

Suddenly, there was a click.

Someone opened the door of his house.

Wen Qing's heart jumped, he walked carefully to the bedroom door, opened a crack in the door, and looked out.

Xing Ze stood at the entrance and looked at the wet head behind the door suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Wen Qing let out a long sigh of relief, leaned her head against the door, and said with lingering fear, "I thought a burglar had entered."

Xing Ze explained: "No one answered your call, so I came in directly."

"I was just taking a shower," Wen said softly.

With that said, he pushed open the door and took a step outside.

The cold wind blew through Eggy, and Wen Qing's body stiffened.

He forgot to wear pants!

Wen Qing's cheeks blushed, and she turned and ran into the bathroom.

His T-shirt was not long, barely covering his buttocks. As soon as he took a step, the corners of his shirt blew, revealing the lower half of his white and tender body.

Maybe it was because Wen Qing's body was dizzy and red just after taking a shower.

Xing Ze's throat moved slightly, until the bathroom door was slammed shut with a loud bang, and he regained his senses. He turned around and went to the living room to drink two large glasses of cold water.

Wen Qing put on her pants and stood at the door of the bedroom in a daze.

Did Xing Zai see his **** just now?

Did you see the others?

There should be nothing to see between men?

...

After a while of self-comfort, Wen Qing walked to the living room with a blushing face, and asked Xing Zhe casually, "Don't you have to go to work today?"

Xing Ze sat on the sofa and smelled the fragrance of the shower gel on his body, and an inexplicable heat rose in his heart.

He drank another large glass of water and explained, "I was busy last night and just came out of the bureau."

Xing Ze put down the water glass, tilted his head, met Wen Qing's face at close range, and was stunned.

Wen Qing's skin is fair, and the blue and black under his eyes are very obvious. I don't know why, but today his eyes are also smeared with red, inexplicably revealing a color, like a captivating ghost.

Seeing Xing Ze staring at him without speaking, Wen Qing asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

Xing Ze looked away with difficulty and asked, "Did you not sleep at night?"

Wen nodded lightly and whispered, "I've been dreaming."

His voice was hoarse, Xing Ze couldn't help imagining what dream he had last night, so that he felt a little spring today.

"What did you dream about?"

Wen said slowly, "It's nothing."

Afraid of Xing Ze's further questioning, he quickly changed the subject: "Have you found any clues from the investigation?"

"No," Xing Ze shook his head and said to him, "No other parts of Yao Qian's body have been found in the entire street, and the mobile phone can't find any clues."

Wen Qing snorted: "What should I do then?"

Xing Zai: "We can only start going door-to-door to check the residents of the community, and on the other hand, we can search the city for other body parts."

The Nancheng community is not large or small, and it will obviously take a lot of time to go door-to-door.

Wen frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Will that take a long time?"

Xing Zhe nodded: "It does take a lot of time."

"There's another clue, new disappearances before that."

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, not knowing what to say.

The phone vibrated, Xing Bu glanced at the screen of the phone, and said, "By the way, I came here because of my uncle."

"How does Uncle know that you are suspicious of him?"

Wen Qing recounted what happened yesterday.

Xing Ze was slightly startled, a little strange: "Is Uncle angry?"

Wen said in a low voice, "it must be angry, he doesn't laugh anymore."

Hearing this, Xing Ze chuckled and said, "Uncle is really angry, but that's not the case."

Wen Qing tilted his head suspiciously. His hair was not dry, and it was wet and hanging beside his ears, revealing the tips of his reddish ears, and he looked unusually well-behaved.

Xing Ze was a little itchy, and his fingertips moved slightly: "Uncle may just be scaring you."

Wen Qing blinked: "I also apologized on WeChat, but he ignored me."

Xing Ze chuckled and explained, "I just went to my uncle's house. My uncle went to a meeting abroad. I probably didn't see any news from you on the plane last night."

"I'll get back to you when I see you."

"Don't worry, uncle doesn't hold grudges."

Wen Qing lowered her eyes and opened WeChat to take a look.

Ji Prison has not replied yet.

Xing Ze couldn't help but patted his head: "Uncle likes to drink red wine, I'll order you a bottle."

"When the wine arrives, it is estimated that the uncle is back from a business trip. You come to the door and apologize to him."

Wen nodded lightly and whispered thanks.

For the next three days, the community was unusually stable, and no body was found again.

Wen Qing still couldn't sleep well at night. Every day she felt like she was being pressed by a ghost. Looking at the monitoring records at the door, she found nothing.

Wen Qing didn't receive any more harassing text messages from X, so she forgot about it.

On Friday morning, he yawned and flipped through news on Wenzhou’s official WeChat account.

It was about the progress of the hand in the flower bed. The police did not investigate any clues, so the masses were encouraged to report and provide clues and there were rewards.

Wen Qing glanced at the comments.

[So whose hand is it? 】

[I heard that she was one of the little girls in the disappearance case. 】

【What happened to the disappearance? Is there a serial killer? 】

[The girl may have been abducted. My neighbor's daughter has also disappeared for more than ten years, and has not been found until now. 】

[No one will be missing again this month. 】

…

Halfway through, Wen Qing received a courier call and asked him to go downstairs to pick up the package.

It is said that it is a valuable item, which needs to be signed by my ID card.

Wen Qing walked to the main entrance of the community and saw the little tricycle of the courier brother.

The courier brother asked, "What's it called?"

"Wen Qing."

"Yang Fan."

As soon as Wen Qing spoke, she heard a calm male voice ringing in her ears.

He turned his head, it was a man in his thirties, and the other party was looking at him with an embarrassed but polite smile.

Wen Qing also smiled awkwardly.

The courier brother glanced, took out a box, and handed it to Wen Qing: "Wen Qing...Is it wine?"

Wen nodded lightly.

The courier brother looked surprised and asked curiously, "What kind of wine, is it Maotai?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "red wine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man named Yang Fan said, "The Merlot from Chateau Petrus is expensive."

Wen Qing didn't understand anything about the winery, so she answered dryly.

The delivery guy looked at Yang Fan and asked, "Is it Yang Fan?"

"Your courier is..."

Yang Fan smiled and said, "It's a coincidence, it's also red wine."

"But not from Petrus, I didn't get it."

Saying that, he looked at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing didn't look at him, hugged the heavy packing box, and said dryly, "I'll go first."

Just walked into the community, and before taking a few steps, Yang Fandi's voice sounded behind him again: "Do you live here too?"

Wen nodded lightly.

Yang Fan introduced himself: "I live in Building 1, on the 13th floor."

Wen Qing stopped and turned to look at him.

Yang Fan was dressed in casual clothes, with decent facial features, a gentle temperament, and a gentle conversation.

If it was before, Wen Qing would have a friendly conversation with him.

But now, only two words popped up in Wen Qing's mind - murderer.

Wen Qing looked at Yang Fan vigilantly: "Are you okay?"

Yang Fan touched his nose and smiled, "I have no other intentions, I just want to find a drinking buddy."

Wen Qing pursed her lips: "I don't drink, this wine is for others."

"I see," Yang Fan smiled, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood."

Wen Qing snorted and walked quickly into the building.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that the eyes behind him are a little hot, staring at him all the time.

Wen Qing didn't dare to look back and quickly pressed the elevator.

3rd, 2nd, 1st floor.

"Ding-"

The elevator door opened, and someone suddenly hugged his waist.

Wen Qing jumped up in fright and almost dropped the red wine.

"Brother?" It was Ji Sheng's voice.

Wen Qing exhaled, pushed Ji Sheng away, and leaned on the elevator: "don't scare me."

Ji Sheng looked at him strangely: "Brother, what happened?"

The elevator door slowly closed, Wen Qing looked out, and Yang Fan was nowhere to be seen.

He explained softly: "Meet a strange person."

Ji Sheng asked, "How strange?"

Wen Qing told the truth: "It was inexplicable that he came to get close to me, called Yang Fan, and said he was a resident of Building 1. Do you know him?"

"I don't know," Ji Sheng shook his head.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and reminded Ji Sheng: "Be careful when you are alone, don't talk to strangers, and boys should also pay attention to safety outside."

Ji Shengpuchi laughed: "Brother is the one, be careful."

The elevator quickly reached the 11th floor.

Wen Qing hurriedly asked, "Is Uncle Ji at home?"

Ji Sheng: "My dad said that he has already got off the plane, and it is estimated that he will be there soon."

"Are you looking for daddy?"

Wen Qing nodded: "yes, I'll come down later."

Ji Sheng: "Okay, goodbye brother."

After returning home, Wen Qing opened the courier and washed his hair and showered.

At eight o'clock in the evening, it is estimated that Ji Yu had already finished his meal before going downstairs again.

It was neither Ji Yu nor Ji Sheng who opened the door, but Xia Yansi.

Wen Qing shouted cautiously, "Uncle Xia."

Xia Yansi glanced at the red wine in Wen Qing's hand, turned around and took out a pair of pink slippers from the shoe cabinet.

Wen Qing changed her slippers, sat on the sofa, glanced around, but saw no figure of Ji Yu.

He whispered, "Is Uncle Ji not here?"

Xia Yansi said lightly: "He and Ji Sheng went to feed the cat, come back soon."

Wen Qing replied, lowered his eyes, and unconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Suddenly, he felt Xia Yansi's eyes fall on his face.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she raised her eyes cautiously, just in time to meet Xia Yansi's dark eyes.

He stammered and asked, "Xia, Uncle Xia... what's wrong?"

Xia Yansi stared at his face: "Have you not rested recently?"

Wen Qing responded and whispered, "I didn't sleep well at night."

Xia Yansi asked lightly, "Have you had a wet dream?"

Wen Qing looked at him blankly, her face turning red inch by inch.