An Ruqiao picked up the tea and smelled it. There was no fragrance or smell, no taste whatsoever.

An Ruqiao doesn't drink much plain water, she basically drinks drinks. She hates all colorless and tasteless things, whether it's boiled water, purified water or mineral water. She'll be fine with one or two sips, but if she drinks more, she'll be

Feeling like vomiting is an uncontrollable physiological rejection.

Among various beverage categories, An Ruqiao’s favorite is wine, followed by fruity drinks. She collects various wines at home and also makes her own effervescent tablets to solve the “drinking water” problem. Speaking of which, although tea

It can be regarded as a kind of drink, but An Ruqiao doesn't like it.

Not to mention this kind of thing, which only has the color of tea but no fragrance of tea, which just mixes her dislike of plain water and tea.

An Ruqiao put the tea back on the table.

"What kind of tea is this?"

"This, this is a new beauty product in our store. The ingredients for both external and internal use are all Chinese herbal medicines. They are very good and can regulate the body. You can try it and take a sip. It doesn't matter if you don't like drinking it."

Seeing that she didn't drink, Fang Ling started to use words again. The meaning behind her words was "I brought something from the bottom of the box to entertain you. If you don't like it, you're sorry for me." It was very tactful, but An Ruqiao said

You can tell it just by listening. Fang Ling, this woman, is a veteran in moral kidnapping.

An Ruqiao couldn't tell what was in the tea just by looking and smelling it, but she still followed Fang Ling's instructions and took a sip.

A small mouthful, less than 30 ml.

Fang Ling also drank a glass. After finishing the whole glass, she let out a sigh of satisfaction.

After watching An Ruqiao swallow the small sip of tea, she smiled with satisfaction.

Later, Fang Ling promoted some products from the store to An Ruqiao. After chatting for a while, she proposed to send An Ruqiao back.

Anyway, on the way.

The two met Zhou Yang again downstairs.

Fang Ling greeted Zhou Yang. Zhou Yang seemed to want to say something, but because there was an outsider like An Ruqiao, he didn't say anything in the end.

Zhou Yang is such a busy salesperson. I don’t know why, but he always comes home very early these days, and he always meets his neighbors at the door of his house.

I just don't know if it's a coincidence.

After nightfall, An Ruqiao did everything as usual. Just after nine o'clock, he finished washing and settled on the sofa.

Her hearing is very good. When it is quiet at night, she can hear sounds one or two floors away. For example, now, she can hear the sound of the shower next door, the sound of water flowing into the sewer, the movement of the bed board upstairs, the headboard of the bed and the wall at the same time.

There was the sound of a quick collision and the laughter of two girls in the corridor outside.

These slight noises did not make it difficult for her to sleep, but instead gave her a sense of security through a "lively" feeling.

An Ruqiao can tolerate any noise that is not sudden, harsh, or reaches the level of "pollution", such as decoration, moving, etc.

Slowly falling asleep among these sounds, An Ruqiao had a rare dream tonight.

An Ruqiao huddled in the corner, next to a very large double bed.

She hid herself in the gap between the bed and the wall, which was about as wide as the bedside table. If someone found her, she, who was only in her early teens, could quickly pass through the gap under the bed and leave from the other end.

Her body felt a little chilly, and the cold air that came from nowhere blew on her body, making her shiver. Her consciousness was also a little unclear, and she seemed to be half asleep and half awake.

Her extremely sensitive hearing allowed her to clearly pick up the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor outside the door. The slippers came into contact with the floor, "click", "click", one sound after another, from far to near.

It was difficult for An Ruqiao to identify who the footsteps came from. If she was normally conscious, she should be able to hear it.

The person outside opened the door and came in. As he came in, he called her, "An'an, mom is back."

"It's all mother's fault. It will never happen again. Can mother take you and run away?"

"The prophet promised me that when the experiment is successful, he will grant me a wish. When the time comes, my mother will take you away!"

Another footsteps came to the door. He tried to open the door, but found that the door was locked and started to knock on the door.

"Dong-dong-dong! Dang-dong-dong!"

When "Mom" heard the knock on the door and spoke again, her tone changed.

"Don't tell anyone that I want to take you away!"

"The suffering you are suffering now is all for your better future! Mom and Dad are doing it for your own good!"

"Be obedient! If you don't obey me, my mother won't be able to help you!"

An Ruqiao has realized that she is dreaming. She rarely dreams and rarely thinks of her mother.

"you liar."

In the dream, An Ruqiao saw her mother's feet through the gap under the bed.

After her mother warned her, she went to open the door for the knocker.

"You liar." An Ruqiao repeated it again. Both she and her mother knew what would happen after opening the door, but her mother, who loved her and was good for her, would not stop.

"Dong dong dong!" Another knock on the door woke An Ruqiao from her dream.

An Ruqiao woke up and took a deep breath. She found that her whole body was soaked, her limbs were weak, and her mouth was dry. Her eyes were also a little blurry, and her consciousness was somewhat difficult to concentrate.

An Ruqiao glanced at her phone, it was 11:22 pm.

Standing up and walking to the door, An Ruqiao leaned against the door, using her strength to support her body while looking sideways through the peephole.

In the middle of the night, she was a single woman, and she was not in a good condition. She could not open the door casually. When she saw who was outside the door, An Ruqiao breathed a sigh of relief.

This is Xie Jingchen.

An Ruqiao took off the padlock on the door and opened the door.

When he opened the door, Xie Jingchen was about to knock on the door when he suddenly saw the door open. He still maintained the posture of slamming the door with his middle finger.

"What's the matter?" An Ruqiao asked, leaning against the door.

Xie Jingchen was a little embarrassed. This kind of embarrassment looked a bit familiar to An Ruqiao.

“I would like to ask if I can borrow it for one night...the customer service of this B&B has not responded to me...”

An Ruqiao raised her eyebrows.

The premonition came true.

Is this man... a little pushy?

An Ruqiao didn't refuse directly. She wasn't feeling well, and she no longer maintained her usual gentle mask - anyway, this man had seen part of her true face, and she could break it.

“Do you have to stay in this B&B?”

Xie Jingchen's face was a little red, but he still nodded, "Yes."

"Is it related to the case?"

"……right."

After a strange silence, just when Xie Jingchen felt that his abrupt request had been rejected, An Ruqiao turned around and walked back into the room, saying at the same time, "Come in, close the door."

There were no lights on in the room, and after Xie Jingchen closed the door, it was pitch dark.

An Ruqiao lay down on the sofa, curled up into a ball, and her body couldn't help trembling.

She was not particularly conscious, but she already knew from her body's reaction that there was indeed something wrong with what Fang Ling gave her to drink today.

At least...it's addictive and hallucinogenic.


Chapter completed!