I won by laying my fiance [Unlimited]

It was time to go to bed again, and only now did Ji Heng realize how soundproof the room was, and the sounds of walking and whispering from the opposite door could be heard from time to time, although he couldn't hear what he was saying.

Xiong Mengmeng said good night to everyone, and fell asleep almost touching the bed, Ji Heng touched the corner of the quilt, still thinking that the season of this dungeon is early summer, it seems, why is it still so cold.

When he was about to fall asleep, Ji Heng suddenly remembered that he forgot to ask Mr. Mask's real identity.

But in fact, he has already produced some kind of unrealistic guess, and he himself thinks that he is crazy.

He sighed slightly in the dark, and the voice of the person on the other side came, "Don't be too disappointed, it's just a matter of time, and I'll tell you sooner when you wake up."

"..." He can read minds, right?

Ji Hengping lay on the bed, looking up at the direction of the ceiling.

This sleep was good, and Ji Heng felt comfortable physically and mentally, but he was the last one to get up every day, so he was a little embarrassed. He got up and tidied up the floor and put it in the cupboard. He couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Today is... the last It's been a day.

Mengmeng and the others might be looking for clues again. Ji Heng didn't see anyone in the room, and just as he took out the food, the door opened.

Mr. Mask rested his hand on the back of his head. When he entered the door and saw Ji Heng, he paused and smiled randomly, "My hair is messed up, can you comb it? I mean... long hair like this?"

He was talking like it wasn't his hair at all, a guy with long hair asking a guy with short hair, can you help me comb my long hair?

Ji Heng hesitated: "I only made shapes for plants."

"That's better than me." Mr. Mask pulled out the chair and sat down in front of the dressing table. "I've only tied knots in the intestines."

Ji Heng: "..." If you didn't know that your profession is a doctor, I always feel that you are telling horror stories.

When Ji Heng walked behind him and reached out to touch his hair, Ji Heng swore that he really just touched it, but the long hair of Mr. Mask... seems to be falling off soon?

Lost? !Standing behind him helplessly, Ji Heng looked at the white hair protruding from his scalp, and suddenly... was dumbfounded.

White hair, superior force, lonesome, professional doctor...

And what he said that day, "You can also call me Fu Pinglan..."

Ji Heng roared inwardly, and the person who made his heart turbulent seemed to be unaware, he pulled off the wig casually, looked back at Ji Heng, "I thought you had guessed it a long time ago."

Listen, this tone, blame me for only reacting now?

Ji Heng held his fallen wig in one hand and looked at it in the palm of his hand, while the other hand was still on the other's shoulder. At this moment, he was either withdrawing or continuing, and said a little awkwardly: "You should have told me earlier , you are not honest."

Fu Pinglan's expression was completely blocked by the mask, and only his eyes and the corners of his mouth could be seen in the mirror. He slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, "The problem is, if I reveal my identity from the beginning, then Mr. Ji, tonight When sleeping..." Will you still be distinct from me?

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ji Heng also thought of this question. Although the two of them have a marriage contract, they have not really had the opportunity to know each other face to face. They belong to the half-baked stage. ...

If he knew that he was Fu Pinglan early in the morning, and it was time to go to bed, Ji Heng would be the one who would be in trouble. If we don’t separate, it will appear that we are too unreserved. If we separate, it will appear that the two of us are too estranged. This is a multiple-choice question for children. , it becomes much more complicated in adults.

"Look." Fu Pinglan saw Ji Heng's expression clearly through the mirror, "You will be in trouble too, and I will also feel lost because of your trouble, it seems that you are not ready...to be with me What about sharing the bed?"

Ji Heng: "..." Wait, shouldn't it be the initiative between them? Why does this person seem to be a different person when he wears a mask, "I suggest that you add a Chinese test to the written test in your hospital. Why? The words are all like this..." Bold and presumptuous.

Ji Heng corrected: "It's not that I don't want to be with you..." He really couldn't say those four words, just thinking about it made his face heat up and his heart beat, and the temperature of his blood started to rub again, "It's just that I will. It's a bit awkward, after all, our relationship..."

"Yeah." Fu Pinglan understood him very well, "After all, we are just a fiance."

Ji Heng looked at him again: "...you are a bit different from what I imagined."

"The reason for the mask." Fu Pinglan said very modestly, "When I wear this mask, I feel that my soul is free. No one cares about my face, my honor, and my past...and it's not just a mask."

Ji Heng looked at the mask for a while, and the awkwardness he felt was immediately relieved. It is better to wear a mask, it is much safer, and with this hair, Ji Heng began to work, and quickly put the wig on him again. , "Your hair is too long, don't you think it's in the way?"

"It was originally longer, but I cut it a few times and found it too ugly, so I just let it go." Fu Pinglan said helplessly, "I thought that the scalpel is good at playing, and other knives are also handy."

Ji Heng took scissors and repaired it for him, and concluded: "You are not good at using knives, you are straight and aesthetic." Could it be more obvious that black is long and straight?

The two fell into a state of silence for a moment, Ji Heng sighed inwardly, the truth came too suddenly, if his wig hadn't fallen off, Ji Heng would need a little more clues to confirm him, now...

Fu Pinglan still sat in his seat, and then took out the diary from yesterday.

Ji Heng stretched out his hand and took it, "Didn't you say you would return it?"

Fu Pinglan said in a normal tone, "I just passed by and picked it up."

Ji Heng couldn't help laughing, and really wanted to tell him that the word "pick" is not used in this way.Fu Pinglan looked at Ji Heng's smiling face seriously, and touched his mask, but only wearing a mask, he found that he could still have such a humorous side.

I had read the diary yesterday, but Fu Pinglan would never do useless work, so Ji Heng flipped back and found the latest diary. According to the date here, it was written yesterday.

5 month 7 day.

Another day is the palace banquet, and I will see her, can I still give her roses in time?

This batch of fertilizers doesn’t seem to work well. I’ve been very careful, but it still doesn’t work. It’s far from the previous effect. No, I have to hurry up. There are still eleven fertilizers. I hope a miracle will happen...

It can be seen that Rui Meng's impatience, he didn't even write the weather, and just as they thought, the fertilizer was the players themselves. Thinking of this, Ji Heng asked Fu Pinglan, "Did anyone have an accident last night?"

"Yes." Fu Pinglan stood up and patted the dust on his clothes, put away the diary, and didn't need to return it this time, "Two people died at the opposite door."

"Two out of four people died? Why?" Ji Heng couldn't figure it out.

"The pot of dogwood in our room was dug by those two people in the backyard...so..." Fu Pinglan didn't finish the rest.

Ji Heng understood, "So if we want to eradicate all the dogwoods in the backyard, we must also make preparations for this."

"Don't be afraid, anyway, I won't be staying here tonight." Fu Pinglan said, "I don't need to share the floor with you."

Ji Heng: "..." I always feel that the last sentence has been emphasized.

The smell of food coming from the kitchen downstairs is a fatal temptation for those who don't have any good food and haven't tasted the smell of meat scraps for a long time, but looking at those big pots of meat that are still steaming hot, Ji Heng Immediately, he remembered the corpses and bones in the bathroom yesterday, and he ate big fish and meat early in the morning... Is there any connection between them, he doesn't believe it.

But obviously someone was very excited and sat down on the chair in the kitchen, "What kind of meat is this, why do I feel like I haven't eaten it before?" He was about to grab a piece of meat and eat it, when his companion patted the back of his hand.

"I don't even know what it is, so I just eat it, and I'm not afraid of eating dead people."

"It's the last day. If I don't clear the customs, I'll be killed by him. I'd rather be a dead ghost. I haven't eaten meat for a long time." Just after finishing speaking, his eyes greedily stared at the other parts of the meat in the basin, and suddenly he couldn't eat meat. Knowing what he saw, his eyes were staring fixedly, and he clearly didn't take a bite just now, so he immediately turned his head and vomited it out.

When he looked at the meat in his hand again, he was filled with horror. This time, he didn't need to talk to his companions, and immediately threw it aside and hid far away.

His reaction undoubtedly confirmed some of everyone's guesses. The kitchen itself was a bit dirty. At this time, the blood left by Raymond's chopping meat remained on the chopping board. , it seems that there is not a drop left.

The rest of the place was handled very cleanly. It seemed that he was used to doing these things. Everyone couldn't help imagining that the child was chopping bones while smiling at the corner of his mouth. His expression was indescribable. Straight to the top of the head.

But the strange thing is, even if he chopped the bones, no one heard the sound, and the blood on the chopping board flowed down, clearly telling everyone what happened here.

Ji Heng and Fu Pinglan went to the bathroom again, and sure enough, there were new bones behind there, and traces of flesh and blood could still be seen on them.

Ji Heng thought to himself, luckily the meal is over.