"Even if a person is resurrected, it may not be the son you know."
Shen Meixuan began to understand the meaning of this sentence.
She couldn't hear her son's heartbeat from his chest, but he was able to walk. His body was cold as if there was no temperature, but his muscles were as soft as a normal person.
He doesn't speak, but he reacts to what others say... He doesn't know how to think, and his behavior seems to be instinctive.
The living dead... I don't know when a terrifying thought started to appear in Shen Meixuan's mind.
But no matter what.
No matter how.
"You are all my mother's sons." Shen Meixuan held her son's face in her hands and said softly: "You are my flesh and blood, no matter what you become..."
The son's eyes suddenly blinked. He seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand. Maybe it was just a biological reaction.
But Shen Meixuan felt that this was her son talking to her. He just didn't adapt to this state for a while.
"It must be like this, it must be like this..." Shen Meixuan said softly some reasons she made up: "It was because I hit my brain when I fell down, and it was confused... It must be like this, it must be
That’s it, don’t be afraid, kid, mom is here, ah!”
"are you hungry?"
"Look at you, you're dirty."
"Want some water?"
It seemed that I was suddenly transported back to the time when my son was still very young, eating, drinking, having sex, and worrying about everything. Shen Meixuan hugged her son, lay on the bed, and gently touched his head,
"Go to sleep, go to sleep..."
Suddenly, Shen Meixuan heard some sounds...the sound of the door opening!
Her husband, Gu Feng, is back.
Shen Meixuan sat up suddenly, hugged her son tightly, and said nervously: "Don't be afraid, mom is here! Don't be afraid... I won't let this guy hit you again, no, no...
…Will not……"
…
After closing the door to his house, he changed off his shoes, glanced at the living room, and finally sat down. After a while, Gu Feng shouted: I'm back.
He was in a very irritable mood... which is not enough to describe.
He finally managed to get out of the situation after relying on a lot of connections. Gu Feng also asked the lawyer that even if he was really prosecuted, the lawsuit would not be impossible. Only this news made him feel at ease a little bit.
Some.
But there was another thing that he had to deal with properly between him and his current wife. When he married Shen Meixuan, he was just a small person working hard in the city.
Although this woman came in with a son, she also brought him some luck. In recent years, she also contracted a small factory, and her living conditions have improved a lot, so her work has naturally become busier.
The key thing is that the factory Shen Meixuan also has certain shares.
"Meixuan, are you there? Meixuan?"
Gu Feng pinched his forehead, with a look of exhaustion on his face: Can we talk for a while? I admit, I did hit Jiajie, and it was my mistake. However, I never thought that he would be like this...
...You say, which child has never been beaten? When I was a child, wasn't my father also beating me? I think we are both at fault. I beat him, but you also didn't treat him well.
Take care of your son? Mei Xuan, Mei Xuan? Are you listening..."
Suddenly, a sharp pain appeared in the back of Gu Feng's head. He felt his brain was buzzing, then the world was spinning for a while, and he lost consciousness.
He lay down directly on the sofa. Behind him, Shen Meixuan was holding a rolling pin in both hands. I won't let you, the devil, hit my son again."
Shen Meixuan seemed to wake up suddenly and dropped the rolling pin in her hand. She knew that Gu Feng had just passed out and had no real intention to do the most extreme thing.
Shen Meixuan suddenly rushed into the room, packed her things, and then took her son out of the house.
She couldn't let others know that her dead son had come back to life. She felt that she needed to hide her son... for the time being!
…
…
"Prince Ma, is it appropriate to let Gu Feng go like this?" the young police officer asked.
Ma Houde, who was in a bad mood, stared at his subordinate, "What do you think? I'll just scare him. Do you think you can really hold someone up like this? If Gu Feng beats someone, even if we know it's domestic violence, what can we do?"
?This is considered a criminal self-report case, but what about the victim? He is still lying in Lao Qin, do you want him to stand up and report the crime? "
"It's really annoying!" The young police officer couldn't help but hit his right palm with his left fist.
Ma Houde frowned at this moment and said: "Besides, even if this Gu Jiajie chose such an extreme method because of domestic violence, there is still one thing that I can't let go of."
"Mr. Ma is talking about the cram school?"
"Five suicides, all of them fell from the building, and they were all students of this cram school..." Mahoude nodded and said: "We didn't notice the first one who died, and then the second one was also said to have committed suicide...
…On to the third, fourth… now.”
At this moment, another subordinate came in with a file, "Ma privater, the deleted messages on Gu Jiajie's phone have been recovered by the technical side. There is a message here that was sent by the deceased before he committed suicide, but
We used chat software, which can be registered casually. We asked the operator, but to no avail."
Ma Houde quickly took it over and took a look, "Nine o'clock...Old place? Teacher?"
After thinking about it, Ma Houde suddenly stared at his subordinate and said abruptly: "Do you still remember your high school mathematics, physics and chemistry?"
"What?" The young police officer suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Hey, you go to class."
"What?? Ma privater, do you think I... am suitable?"
"You are not suitable, so am I suitable?" Ma Houde rolled his eyes and said.
…
…
The maid brought out a globe from the utility room.
At this moment, the owner of the club was rotating the globe. There were dense red dots on the map. Of course, only Luo Qiu himself could see these red dots.
Youye can only accumulate the number of past points she knows through the places where the guests she comes into contact with come from. But Luo Qiu is different. As long as he gets close to the critical door and stays on it, he can clearly understand
You know, those are all that have been opened.
He was turning slowly like this, as if he had no intention of stopping.
"Master, Shen Meixuan took her son away and knocked her husband unconscious before leaving."
"It is difficult for society to accept the reappearance of a dead person." Luo Qiu said slowly: "She doesn't want people to know that it is a normal thing... and a foreseeable thing."
Luo Qiu couldn't help but think back to this transaction.
This woman's desire was so strong that she didn't need any consultation at all. Luo Qiu himself didn't even say anything, and the deal was completed.
He shook his head, slapped his palm on the globe, and stopped the rotating sphere.
At this moment, a dark wind suddenly blew open the club door, along with a puff of black smoke.
The smoke finally formed in front of Luo Qiu, and he heard a slightly hoarse and gloomy woman's voice.
"Dark Soul Eighteen, I met the new master."
"Are you the dark soul messenger that Youye said that he didn't dare to come because of some things?" Luo Qiu nodded and began to look at this old employee of the club.
I saw Black Soul Eighteen lift the hood of the jumpsuit, and what was revealed was a rather scary look.
The old face, the big nose like a hook, the silvery gray but very sparse hair, like weeds... just like the appearance of the old witch in the fairy tale.
"Yes, this is my subordinate." Black Soul Eighteen let out a sinister and sinister laugh.
Boss Luo has seen things in different forms recently, and he was not too surprised by the appearance of Black Soul Eighteen. He just nodded: "It's enough if you have seen it before. How you worked before, you can work now."
Black Soul Eighteen nodded respectfully. She began to look around and found that there were not only the club ladies she was familiar with, but also this other strange woman... This should not be the Black Soul Messenger.
"This Miss Qin will live here for the time being."
"I understand." She was planning to nod towards Qin Chuyu, but found that the other person had not opened his eyes at all. She had some thoughts in her mind, but she did not express them, but stared at the other person curiously.
What should I say?
The guy hanging from the ceiling, trapped in a rather delicate posture.
"This is Taiyinzi, there is no number for the time being." Luo Qiu said casually: "Well... as you can see, he has some special loves."
Dark Soul Eighteen nodded, silently remembering that she had some special hobbies... Anyway, looking at this look, she knew exactly what the so-called special hobbies meant.
Taiyinzi, who had not spoken for a long time, raised his head slightly and looked sadly at the maid with a face as delicate as jade, then lowered his head again.
Really...that's not the case...
Taiyinzi, who has completely lost the idea of embarking on a prosperous black soul life, now just feels that his black soul life is full of stains.
But the communication between the black souls is very rare. In the past, one black soul was responsible for an area, and there was very little time for communication. The eighteen black souls only met each other, so they paid no attention to it and walked forward.
With one step and a flick of the hand, several white cards appeared.
"Master, this is the information about the financial owner that my subordinates have collected during this period."
These were originally collected by her to congratulate the new master. However, before she had time to submit the donation, Yu Ye assigned her other tasks, so she suppressed them.
Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally submit it as soon as possible to strive for a good performance opportunity. After all, the selection of the new critical gate has not yet been determined.
Although the maid lady said that as a servant, you should not take the initiative to bring it up, but as a servant, it is also okay to strive to show the seriousness of your work in front of the master, right? (To be continued.)
