[Quick wear] The sticky essence of the blackened male supporting role

When the sky was about to light up, a few inspectors came to this small apartment and forced open the door. Inside was the rotten smell that had condensed for a long time, and there were strings of blood stains on the bright floor and walls, showing a dried-up appearance. It was dark, and there was a person lying next to the coffee table. Not far away, two undisturbed objects rolled to the ground quietly. There were two eyeballs. The lying person turned his neck in a strange posture, and the empty eye holes were wide open. .

It looks bloody, and there is something inexplicably weird, which makes people shudder.

Jingcha frowned, who would use such a cruel method to harm someone?

After disposing of the corpse, Luo Ning and another resident on the same floor acted as witnesses to investigate the cause of the incident and asked about the situation of the deceased.

The property also investigated the surveillance to see if any suspicious people entered the building.

Jingzhao carefully checked the monitor repeatedly to make sure there were no missing clues, but the more he watched, the hairs on his back couldn't help but stand up.

Because as Luo Ning said, since the tenth day, the deceased has never come out of the house, and no one has gone in. There is no murderer, so who would do it?

It can't be suicide, can it?Anyone who commits suicide will hit himself so harshly, say breaking his neck, and according to common sense, suicide can't be done.

Not long after, Jing Zhan, who was looking for fingerprints and other evidence indoors, found a needle-shaped camera, which must have been specially installed to monitor pets. The monitoring showed that the man stood there in a daze, with a ferocious expression, and said in his mouth wearing something.

But there was nothing in front of him, and then the man suddenly gouged out his eyeballs and broke his neck, his hands were covered with veins, as if he was being controlled, but there was no one else in the room.

With the evidence, even if he wants to calm down, Jingcha has to admit that there may really be some unknown and invisible factor.

There has been a lot of noise in the community for a long time, and they all like to watch the excitement. When Jingcha came to investigate that day, someone took pictures, and the horrible and cruel murder scene was spread. After seeing the black hole, the residents shuddered. , The timid can't sleep, I'm afraid that this kind of incident will happen any night.

While looking for the property to make a fuss, while urging to find the murderer quickly, some people vaguely speculated that there were unnatural forces, but thinking about it made me even more scared!

For several nights in a row, a large area of ​​the community was lit up. Those who lived alone turned on the lights in order to strengthen their courage. Some people felt that the security of the community was not good enough, and they were considering moving.

Luo Ning didn't have much friendship with her neighbors, so Luo Ning wouldn't be so sad, but she just greeted someone with a smile a few days ago, and the person disappeared in a blink of an eye, and she still felt a little sad.

The next door was empty, the kitten had no home, and it flicked its tail anxiously. It was not so active anymore. Luo Ning didn't want to see the kitten become a stray cat, so she adopted it and added a lot of new things to the house.

He once again felt the danger of this world, accidents are completely unknown, he might bump into a ghost by accident, and he will die if he is unlucky.

The spirit was tense, and she couldn't sleep well at night, and she had to go to work or work overtime during the day, Luo Ning's eyes were black and blue.

When the accumulated exhaustion swept over, he leaned on the pillow and his eyelids were fighting.

But he still insisted on opening his eyes and looking to the side, his little hand stretched out, his expression was a little dependent, and he said softly: "I want to pull."

He was no longer afraid of Fu Xian at all, so what about ghosts, if Fu Xian was really that scary, how could he protect him.

He shook his palm, blinked his eyes, a few wisps of black mist hesitated, but still drifted past, Luo Ning smiled sweetly, and held the wisp of black mist in his hand.

The face was still rubbing, and then I closed my eyes obediently, the long eyelashes fell under the shadow of the small fan, the white jade-like cheeks were light pink, the small mouth was slightly opened, breathing lightly, passing the warm breath breath.

Fu Xian condensed his stature and stood beside him, his blood-colored eyes were peaceful, like rubies, without the violence and evil that usually surged.

He looked at Luo Ning, took a shallow breath and scratched his feathers, but it softened a part of him. Fu Xian had never expected to be so peaceful.

As a ghost, he has special powers and can bring nightmares to others, but he himself is always in nightmares and can become a ghost.

It is nothing more than the death is too miserable and resentful. From the moment the soul regains consciousness, it will continue to repeat the pain before death.

But after coming here, Fu Xian could feel that the resentment surging in his heart was gradually under control, and his body, which had been cold all year round, seemed very comfortable here.

Fu Xian slowly leaned down, his big palm floated onto Luo Ning's hair, and pressed down the raised bristles, it was very soft to the touch, he couldn't help touching it again, Luo Ning rubbed unconsciously , Fu Xian's eyes were soft, feeling a little obedient?

He took a closer look at Luo Ning's face, the pink and tender skin, and the delicate little nose. Gradually, his eyes wandered to Luo Ning's lips, which were beautifully lustrous and exhaled warm breath.

Fu Xian's gaze was fixed, as if attracted by the temperature, he got closer and closer, his thin lips tentatively covered them, very soft, very soft, in his distant memory, he remembered the one he had seldom tasted. strawberry.

Luo Ning licked her lips in a daze, Fu Xian seemed to be scalded, and suddenly backed away, his eyes froze for a moment, if not for his lack of anger, the roots of his ears would have turned red.

He recalled that feeling, he didn't seem to hate it, he hesitated for a while, and printed it again, feeling it carefully, it was very comfortable and comfortable.

A look of joy flashed across his face, and when he heard Luo Ning sobbing, he stroked Luo Ning's hair with his fingers, the world in Luo Ning's dream, the flashing darkness quickly disappeared, replaced by a beautiful scenery The blue sky, the clouds like cotton candy, surrounded by a sea of ​​pink flowers, are fragrant and warm.

Luo Ning's frowned eyebrows relaxed, and there was a little smile on his face.

When the sun's rays shone through the curtains, Luo Ning felt glaring, and then woke up, her whole body became very light, as light as a ball of cotton, Luo Ning did not expect that she could sleep well until dawn.

Feeling emotional for a while, he sat up abruptly, looked at the time in a panic, not to mention that he was late for work, and then he suddenly realized that today is the weekend, and he relaxed.

Luo Ning combed her matted hair and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, but she smelled a smell, like a paste?

The kitchen door was closed, Luo Ning quickly opened it, looking at the source of the smell, the pot on the stove was steaming.

He stepped forward to look, and it should be porridge inside, but because he didn't control the heat properly, the porridge was all boiled and looked rather dry.

There is no one else in the house, so who cooks it?

Luo Ning turned her head to look into the air, the sun was dancing, and the black fog seemed to have disappeared.

Luo Ning took out the porridge, little stars burst into his eyes, he was a little overjoyed that Fu Xian actually cooked for him.

Thinking of the other party working clumsily in the kitchen and hiding now, he felt warm and thought the other party was cute.

Luo Ning's heart suddenly softened when she seemed fierce, but she didn't expect to be so good at cooking.

Although the porridge was all mushy, it was Fu Xian's wish. Luo Ning was served with kimchi, and he ate it all. He even thought it tasted good, so he happily ate it all.

It seems that everything has become better, the sun is so warm, the room is so cozy, and the kitten is so cute.

At this time, Hei Wu was a little self-contained and formed into a ball. He saw that this person slept late today, and for some reason, he wanted to cook a meal.

He knew how to cook before he was alive, but his soul has been floating for several years, and his memory of cooking has long been blurred. He finally cooked a pot of simple porridge, but he couldn't even do it well. He wanted to throw that pot of porridge away When I fell, I heard someone in the room getting up, and hurried away, embarrassed and depressed.

Luo Ning wiped the corners of her mouth, and said to a certain black mist, "The porridge is delicious, I like it."

"Can you come out for a moment? I want to see you."

He waited for a long time before he saw the cloud of black mist floating out. Luo Ning seemed to see the other party's twitching in the dark scene.

He caught the black mist with his fingers, and smiled with his lips bent. The softness in his heart made him hug the black mist.

Even if it's a ghost, Fu Xian is very gentle.

The black mist froze for a moment, and the mist enveloped Luo Ning. With confidence, Luo Ning wanted to take a step forward and get to know each other better, so she whispered: "Can I see your appearance? I want to see you more clearly."

"In that case, I can pull the hem of your clothes and hold your hand."

Luo Ning asked expectantly. Seeing that the black mist didn't respond, he thought he was being rejected. Just when his eyes were stained with disappointment, he saw the mist overflowing, swimming in the air, and then slowly gathering together, condensing out Halfway through the outline, the outline is getting clearer and clearer.

The man in front of him was tall and tall, wearing a light-colored shirt, with a pale face, handsome features, gentle and handsome, with a scholarly aura, and rich scarlet eyes.

Fu Xianyin removed the blood beads on his shirt, and his long dark hair. The left side of his face, which was originally only bones and carrion, was covered with pale skin, presenting the best condition.

Luo Ning stared blankly, her eyes sparkled, and she praised: "It's beautiful!"

Such handsome facial features are at least at the school grass level.

The corners of Fu Xian's lips curved slightly, maintaining the mask on his face. He knew how timid this man was. Once he saw his real appearance, he might be scared to cry again.

He stretched out his big palm, and the broken knuckles were now slender.

Luo Ning was confused, "What's wrong?"

The big hand squeezed Luo Ning's cheek, and Fu Xian said seriously: "Don't you want to hold hands?"

Luo Ning's face turned red suddenly, his eyelashes trembled, and he reached up to hold the man's cold palm, feeling that the temperature was too low, he held it tightly, trying to pass some warmth over.

Luo Ning was not frightened, but the kitten next to her frowned and purred threateningly in her throat, hating the sudden strong smell of decay.