There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

He said he was going out to find clues, but Wen Yuran didn't know where it looked like a haunted place, besides, the person next to him was clearly dressed carefully, and standing beside him could almost see Qianlang shining brightly.

"You are really not afraid of being recognized." He couldn't help sighing.

Unexpectedly, after he said these words, Qian Lang showed a surprised expression instead: "Huh? Could someone recognize me like this?"

Wen Yuran choked, and also thought of Qianlang's facial nerve necrosis face in the public image, and then looked at the pink bubbles that kept popping up around him, and fell silent.

I have seen a lot of handsome people, but this is the first time I have seen someone with a human, skin, mask, and mask effect.

"How is that ghost? Very powerful?"

After a little thought, Qian Lang replied: "Actually, those things are somewhat similar to beasts. The most delicious prey is eaten by the strongest in the area, and you are like this delicious prey now. If it is some ghosts that have just formed Can't get it."

Being described in this way, Wen Yuran suddenly felt horrified, that he would one day become a prey?

"I don't have a good estimate of her strength without seeing the main body. It may not be easy to deal with, but it shouldn't be a big problem."

Although the authenticity of it is not clear, for Wen Yuran, there is no other way but to believe in Qianlang at present, and he can only go around with the deal.

On the first day, he wandered around for a whole day without gaining anything, but Qianlang looked quite interested, probably because he was very satisfied with knowing so many places Wen Yuran often visited.

They even went to Yin Mu's house. When Yin Mu, who had just returned home from get off work, opened the door and saw them, he was really taken aback.

"It seems that you get along well." He commented.

It was already late when he left Yin Mu's house, Qian Lang raised his wrist to look at the time, then stared straight at Wen Yuran, just short of writing "I'm looking forward to it" on his face.

"how?"

"How about going to your home to have a look? There should be some traces left."

Although no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, he still couldn't believe that Qian Lang just wanted to find ghosts, but this proposal seemed to be very reasonable. After all, the places where he usually stayed the most were the company and his home, and he went to the company before. Yiqian Qianlang said there was nothing wrong, so he should really go to his home to have a look.

But to be honest, the horrific scene in the previous dream is still vivid in my mind, and the place of the nightmare happened to be his own home, which made Wen Yuran's mention of going home now a bit shadowy.

Probably just the ambivalence of wanting to find some clues but not wanting to see anything.

"Then let's go, it's not too far away anyway, I hope that female ghost sister won't be hungry and come to my house for a hot pot or something..." He still remembered the sliced ​​meat in the refrigerator in his dream.

As for Qianlang... To be honest, Wen Yuran only hoped that he wouldn't forget what he was here for when he got excited.

After arriving downstairs, Qianlang fell into a strange state. In Wen Yuran's words, "the eyes are shining green like a wolf", and as he went upstairs, he got closer and closer to the floor where Wen Yuran lived. This state is also becoming more and more obvious.

Stretching out his hand to wipe his face, Wen Yuran couldn't figure out why he, a big man, always felt coveted, especially when this feeling came from another man, whether he could happily hang shoulders with his brother in the future.

Anyway, he still took out the key and opened the door of his house under Qianlang's watchful eyes. For some reason, he had the illusion of opening the door of the sheepfold for the big bad wolf.

However, this feeling only bothered him for a moment and then was forgotten, because the scene behind the gate was so powerful that Wen Yuran found it hard to accept.

It's too weak to describe the house as a mess. If it's just that things are messed up on the floor, it's fine. It can be explained that a thief broke into the house, but he really can't pretend he didn't see the blood stains all over the walls and floors. .

Tables, chairs, furniture and other things have been lying on the ground in a mess. The walls and floor are full of solidified blood, showing a splash effect, and there are marks of being chopped by sharp tools everywhere.Combining all these together, it is as if a tragedy happened in this room, and the murderer killed a person with some kind of sharp weapon, and a large amount of blood splashed out occupied the entire field of vision, even the None were spared.

Suddenly seeing his home like this, as an ordinary person, Wen Yuran's whole body was still stiff, and a bone-chilling chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, a warm hand suddenly covered his eyes, and at the same time, the other hand gently pushed him and turned his back to the room: "It seems that that thing has indeed come, here I will deal with it , you can wait outside for a while, but it’s best not to go away.”

After finishing speaking, Qian Lang took out the Vientiane ring pendant and tied it around Wen Yuran's waist: "Bring this, if there is an accident, even if you don't know how to use it, you can delay it, just call me loudly."

Wen Yuran, who was still nervous at first, was a little speechless by what he said. It was like a mother saying to her child: I'll go away for a while, you wait and don't run around. This is the phone number. If you get lost, call the police uncle Make this call.

Thinking about it this way, it seems to be nothing, isn't it just a little blood?This is not the real sister Sadako, how can he say that his psychological endurance should not be so low.

So Wen Yuran resolutely turned around and followed Qian Lang into the house.

Noticing that Wen Yuran also followed, Qianlang raised the corners of his mouth silently, and said with a smile: "It seems that I am worrying too much. Don't be nervous, she is not here anymore, I just want to see if she stays What valuable information."

These words are very firm, and Wen Yuran is more relieved, but he is still quite distressed. There is blood everywhere on the ground, and he can't ignore it calmly, so it is still a bit difficult to move forward while avoiding some more bloodstains. It takes effort.

Qian Lang was still wearing the pair of black gloves, opened the door of the bedroom and entered it, and frowned displeasedly after seeing that the inside was as messy as the living room—he still wanted to take a good look at the master's bedroom , and the result is destroyed.

He opened the door of the bathroom to look again, staring at the undamaged water glass that had fallen to the side, and then reached out and knocked on the door connecting the bathroom and the bedroom.

"You've been staring at that cup for a long time, what's the problem?"

"Huh? It's nothing, I just want to know more about the things you usually use." It's a pity that you can't take it back for collection if it gets dirty. "Is there anything else you care about?"

When asked by him, Wen Yuran naturally remembered the last scene in the dream, those disgusting things in the refrigerator.

So they came to the refrigerator that had fallen on the ground again, Qianlang easily turned the refrigerator with the door down, reached out and opened the refrigerator door——

Perhaps fortunately, I didn't see anything in it that shouldn't appear.

"There are no valuable clues, it seems that she is quite careful." Shrugging and standing up, Qian Lang turned around and looked at the messy room, and smiled, "So you want to sleep in such a room tonight Li, or go back to my side?"

This question is pure nonsense, not to mention how difficult it is to clean up these bloodstains, even if they are all cleaned up, Wen Yuran doesn't want to live in this house anymore, and he will find another house to rent after the matter is resolved.

"Then it still troubles you?"

"My pleasure." (☆▽☆)

This time, after learning the previous lesson, Wen Yuran went to sleep in the master bedroom, and just in case, he specially told Qian Lang not to run into his room in the middle of the night again!

When she woke up the next morning, Wen Yuran immediately looked around to see if there were any disharmonious people in the room, but fortunately, there were none, which was good for the heart.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Wen Yuran could smell the aroma of food floating in the air, and he didn't need to look to know that Qianlang had probably prepared all the breakfast, which made him a little embarrassed, after all, in his mind, the two of them were still together. Not familiar enough to care about many details.

Although it seems that Qianlang doesn't mind being a cow and a horse at all.

Another whole morning wandered around aimlessly. When it was close to eleven o'clock, Wen Yuran took Qianlang to an orphanage, and he was really out of luck when he came here. He really couldn't think of anything special place.

"Two weeks ago, I was pulled over by a friend to do volunteer work, but I only came two or three times in total."

Standing outside the door and staring fixedly at the orphanage, the corners of Qianlang's mouth curled up a little: "It looks a bit suspicious, I've seen blood in this place recently, and there's a lot of it."

Wen Yuran: ∑(っ°Д°;)っ

"Then shall we go in and look for it now?"

Smiling inexplicably, Qianlang shook his head and rejected Wen Yuran's proposal, turned around and sat by the flower bed at the entrance of the orphanage, and patted his thigh towards this side: "We'll wait here, do we want to sit here?"

"Thank you, I refuse!"

small theater:

One morning, a certain popular fan Weibo

5.00%: Wearing couple pajamas with my dear, I am in a particularly good mood

This suit is really suitable for my dear. I don’t know if the other dozen suits are also suitable. It’s so cute to kick the quilt occasionally when sleeping (☆▽☆)

#I have never seen such a maddened mosaic#

#How do you know people kick the quilt#