Fang Daichuan was firmly obscured by Li Sinian, and he couldn't see anything. He couldn't help feeling a little eager.

"What are you doing against me?! What's in the room?" Fang Daichuan asked in a low voice behind him.

Li Sinian tried his best to stabilize his voice and coaxed him: "There is nothing in the room, Girl Chuan, you are obedient, take two steps back."

Although Fang Daichuan was puzzled, he trusted Li Sinian so much that his body had already taken two steps obediently before his brain had fully reacted.

Li Sinian closed the door before his eyes.

With a "click", Li Sinian locked him outside.

"Hey!" Where did Fang Daichuan guess that he would do this? He pressed his shoulder against the door and rammed it up frantically. The wound was so painful that he couldn't take care of it. "What are you doing? Open the door!!!"

Fang Daichuan yelled frantically, flapping the small door frantically.

Li Sinian tilted his head and whispered, "Don't say anything, Sister Chuan, there are ghosts inside."

Fang Daichuan tried his best to control his breathing. Like a drowning, he felt that his chest was firmly pressed. No matter how heavy he breathed, he could not get the slightest amount of oxygen.

"I'm not afraid," he leaned on the door, his fingers trembling convulsively, and shouted through the door with a small breath, "You open the door and I want to be with you."

Li Sinian ignored him, leaning back against the door, staring at the dark figure, and rolled up his sleeves.

"I don't know who you are," Li Sinian whispered, "but if you are here for revenge, don't move the person outside."

The black shadow sat at the table peacefully, with his back to him, motionless, even the flames in front of him were quiet.

"There are more people I have killed," Li Sinian sneered, tentatively approaching him slowly, "You have no ability to save your life before you die, and don't resent me after you die."

The room was very small, so narrow that there was nothing to fit except a table, a chair, and a safe in the corner.

The man was sitting in a chair, most of his body hidden in the shadow that could not be illuminated by candlelight.

The heavy breathing of Fang Daichuan outside the door was clearly audible.

"Pretend to be a fool."

Inside it became quiet, Fang Daichuan leaned back against the wall, his mind was terribly messed up.

"Li Sinian..." he whispered, as if to impose a spell, "You **** bastard."

There was a "click".

The door lock popped open.

Fang Daichuan instantly stood up straight and clenched his fists.

The door slowly opened, and the light from the candlestick penetrated the doorway little by little. Fang Daichuan's eyelashes trembled and he stared at the door firmly.

At the doorway, a tall figure slowly emerged, his head lowered and his face pale.

Fang Daichuan's eyes were sore and his eyes were red. It was Li Sinian. Li Sinian opened the door and slowly walked out of the shadows. He looked very ugly, took a deep breath, and said, "It's not a ghost, it's the corpse of a beer belly. Do you remember the lost one? The fire is too dark, I didn't see the shadow on the ground, I misunderstood."

Fang Daichuan did not respond to him.

"No next time." He stood directly opposite Li Sinian, staring at him scorchingly, his lips pressed tightly, and his attitude was very serious, even looking a little pressing.

Li Sinian was taken aback.

"I don't care about the **** body," Fang Daichuan said solemnly, "I said, no next time. No matter what is inside, no matter how dangerous it is, I will be by your side. Lock me out, yourself There is no next time to deal with such a thing as danger."-The tone was bitter.

Li Sinian stared at him blankly. There were red marks under his eyes and cold sweat on his forehead, dripping down his side face and bridge of nose, as if he had been drowned out of the sea. Li Sinian was a little uncomfortable. He wiped the sweat from the opponent's forehead and whispered in defense: "I'm worried you are afraid..."

He was halfway through and couldn't continue. ——Even when he was most afraid, Fang Daichuan's reaction was not so intense, his face was pale and sweaty.

Is the fear of losing me more than danger and ghosts? Li Sinian's eyes went empty almost instantly, and he stopped to explain.

"There is no next time," Li Sinian involuntarily opened his arms at him, Chen Ken said, "I promise."

Fang Daichuan observed his expression and confirmed that he was telling the truth. Then he leaped forward, his right arm tightly bound Li Sinian’s shoulder, the danger and fear instantly pulled away, and he felt the huge sense of security of warm flesh. Slowly close. Fang Daichuan's arm trembled slightly.

The two people settled for a moment before they separated slowly.

They are very close, but compared to some of the closest relationships, they are still a little worse.

Fang Daichuan sucked against his nose, bowed his head and said, "What did you just say, the corpse of the beer belly?" He pulled out of his emotions now, the awe-inspiring momentum suddenly disappeared, and the whole person became easy-going and obedient again. .

"It's for me." Li Sinian sneered, squeezed his fingers, and opened the door.

The corpse was kicked to the ground by him. After so many days of death, the joints were brittle, and it leaned aside in a strange posture.

Confirming that it is a human and not a ghost, Fang Daichuan was much more courageous, and he went forward and turned the body over.

Sure enough, it was a beer belly. After being buried for a few days in the hot sea, the corpse had rotted prematurely, but it was wrapped in layers of black cloak, and the smell did not escape. Now being kicked by Li Si-nian and then turned over by him, the smell of corruption that belongs to the human corpse rushed to his face, and Fang Daichuan did not spit it out.

"How was he moved here?" Fang Daichuan asked in confusion, covering his nose, "Yang Song said he saw a ghost, is this?"

Li Sinian turned to the table and looked at the candlestick on the table.

The candle is about to burn out, and the tears of wax stay in the wax trough of the candle holder. If it can't be stored, it will flow out again and spread on the table.

"The corpse was shipped last night at the latest, the day before yesterday," Li Sinian said, pointing to the candlestick on the table. "On the fourth day, the electrical system of the villa started to malfunction. Moving the corpse before then does not require a candlestick. The thick candles are all burned out, and they were first lit last night."

"Will it be Yang Song?" Fang Daichuan shivered.

Li Sinian shook his head: "For such a heavy corpse, Yang Song will bring it up by himself. I am afraid it will be difficult."

Will it be Du Wei? Except for the two of them, only Du Wei was left on the fourth day. Fang Daichuan thought, but didn't ask aloud, what if he knew who moved it? So many people have died, and the lives of the living are already very conscientious. Who can care about the dead body now?

Li Sinian went around the corner to open the safe. Yang Song obviously didn't go inside. He probably saw the corpse and rushed downstairs in fright.

Fang Daichuan touched the cloak wrapped in the body.

The corpse was still wearing the clothes from the first day, Fang Daichuan took it out of his pocket and found a thin card. He lifted the opponent's thigh with difficulty, and took the card out of the deceased's trouser pocket.

A character card, vintage kraft paper, surrounded by clover flowers, a circle like an ink mark in the middle, with the swash written: Villager.

Fang Daichuan looked down at the card in a daze, turned it over and read it several times. When he thought of something, he was suddenly excited.