The Emperor of Hell's Green Plum Pillow She Escaped Again

The lawyer who arrived also immediately stated:

"On behalf of my client, I request an examination of the suspect's mental condition."

Min Ying stared at Bai Shuiru for a long time and nodded vigorously in response. Due to the presence of others, he could only glance at Hei Huomian and the lawyer and assured:

"Please rest assured. We will definitely follow the prescribed procedures and investigate this case impartially."

Hei Huomian stretched out his arms and naturally placed them on Bai Shuiru's back, and suggested in a gentle voice:

"Since Captain Min has expressed his opinion, I will take you back to rest."

Bai Shuiru lowered her eyes and let out a tired breath, then met Hei Huomian's gaze and nodded.

Hei Huomian asked a good lawyer to follow up, then he opened the door and led Bai Shuiru away.

Before they took two steps, they heard hurried footsteps behind them and Min Ying's call:

"Black Fire Sleep."

Hei Huomian stopped and looked back calmly.

Min Ying restrained himself and briefly focused his gaze on Bai Shuiru, who then turned back to look at him in Hei Huomian's arms, "Please take good care of her."

"This is my wish, obligation and responsibility."

Min Ying didn't realize it until he saw the couple walk into the elevator. He cursed inwardly:

You little bastard! Is it a big deal that you are the first to get the moon? You are so arrogant in front of me, your father!

Min Ying, when your dad and I, Shui Ru and I were eating the same popsicle, you didn't even know where you were!

Min Ying turned back to the team office and asked loudly:

"Have you finished writing Liao Minrou's application for forensic psychiatric evaluation report? Once you've finished, give it to me to sign and submit!"

The team members were so shocked that they stood still for half a second before they came to their senses and continued working after the relevant personnel responded.

∞

That night, Hei Huomian noticed that although Bai Shuiru was happily enjoying dinner and dessert with his family, every time she glanced down, she always had a dazed look on her face, and there was an inexplicable sadness between her eyebrows.

Hei Huomian found an excuse and led Bai Shuiru upstairs as his parents smiled knowingly, "I guess you're tired. Go take a bath and go to bed early."

Bai Shuiru responded with a faint smile and went to take a bath as instructed.

After Heihuomian finished taking a bath, he knocked on the door and walked into Baishuiru's bedroom, only to find the little girl staring at the makeup mirror in a daze.

She looked like an exquisitely carved statue that had fallen into the human world to prove the ingenuity of God and the exquisiteness of His creation; but she was so similar to the statue that it seemed as if she had not even breathed.

Hei Huomian broke out in a cold sweat due to this realization. Afraid of disturbing the person in front of the mirror, he walked closer slowly and tentatively placed his hand on her shoulders.

Baishui was like an elf trapped in a magical seal. She was "awakened" and resurrected by magic. She turned around and stared at Heihuomian for two seconds before she forced a smile.

"Go to bed early. I've asked Li You to arrange Mr. Zhong's funeral and other matters. If you review it tomorrow and find no problem, I'll have someone start processing it."

"Thank you."

"Don't worry, I will always be by your side."

Bai Shuiru frowned slightly, then replied: "I can do it myself."

"Just think of it as me taking a day off to rest and take care of the housework."

Hei Huomian waited patiently for her to be convinced and nodded, then he kissed her heart and pulled the thin blanket open for her, "Go to sleep, good night."

The next morning, Hei Huomian arranged for Li You to handle matters between the group and the underworld in the study. When he returned to Bai Shuiru's bedroom, he saw her sitting blankly with her hands on the edge of the bed.

He stared at the figure worriedly for a while before knocking on the door and saying good morning.

Bai Shuiru turned around and gave a normal smile, then went to wash up.

Hei Huomian noticed the subtle difference.

After breakfast, Bai Shuiru got a piece of sulfur soap from Uncle Nan and immediately went straight to the studio.

Hei Huomian finished his business and personally brought two cups of hot cocoa to Bai Shuiru's studio next door.

Bai Shuiru happened to go to the bathroom, and the sunlight poured in through the slightly lifted window screen, but it still couldn't dispel the inexplicable stagnant emotions in her.

On the workbench, there are thirty or forty pendants made this morning: pure silver of varying thicknesses has been sulfided to black, protruding from punched obsidian, tea quartz, and black tourmaline beads, and wrapped around them in a disorderly yet artistically casual manner.

From the main crystal to the outer silver line, all are different shades of ink. It seems that the silver line is born from the inside of the bead, and it repeatedly tries to break through, but it is difficult to get rid of gravity, and can only helplessly wrap around itself.

Even if you hold it up in the sunlight to appreciate it, you can still feel the confusion and despair conveyed by the pendant.

It somehow looks like a black hole.

Is this her state of mind at this moment?