Live At The Murder Scene

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Qiu Cang hung up the phone, but He Jueyun awakened him, and he was no longer sleepy.

After the loss of the sound, the room became more silent. She heard a muffled sound in the living room. It should be because the windows were not closed tightly and the wind was blowing on some hanging objects.

The firmament closed his eyes and breathed steadily, tossing and turning several times, still unable to sleep by the sound. She sat up resignedly and walked to the living room barefoot.

I have become accustomed to the dark night vision looking at the aisle without lights, still with a vague phantom.

A giant vase standing in the corner coincides with a figure in the memory of the firmament, making her footsteps freeze in place.

The firmament was not happy to see Xie Qimeng, as Xie Qimeng felt for her. The appearance of that person reminded her of those things that she had almost forgotten.

Her super memory has caused her to automatically renovate and make up those key details whenever she starts to recall the past, as it reappeared yesterday, it is difficult to escape.

And when those confused and ignorant emotions were covered by the filter of time, the fear that had been ignored by her once appeared like a yellow spot in the old photos.

The firmament took a step forward, reaching out and groping for the light switch on the wall.

At that time, she was arranged to sleep on the sofa bed in the living room, and Xie Qimeng's little pet was lying in the kennel in the corner.

Qiu Tian liked to listen to the slight purring of the dog when she was sleeping, because she could not accept a completely quiet environment at that time. It is an obedient and alert dog, extremely likable. Whenever the firmament approaches it, it will soon wake up from sleep. But it knew that it could not yell at night, and it had always looked at her innocently with its big dark eyes.

That puppy is always very patient with children and will stay up late with her.

Pets have a much more direct grasp of human emotions, and the method of comfort is so simple. When the firmament stretched its hand over, it leaned its head up and used its own fur to keep her warm. Over time, it will sleep unsuspectingly on the palm of her hand, tilting its head to show her closeness.

That night, the house was quiet and everyone fell asleep. The firmament, as usual, approached the kennel after insomnia, but this time, the dog did not show any reaction and kept lying on the ground.

The firmament squatted in front of its wooden house, holding its legs to quietly observe its sleeping face.

In the silence, the sticky footsteps of barefoot on the wooden floor sounded in the dark night. Qiu Cang turned his head and saw the bloated body walking towards her step by step.

The two were high and the other low, looking at each other, and no one spoke.

Qiu Cang saw her pause on the side of the sofa, staring at herself gloomily with a pair of emotionless eyes. Long hair fell on the side of her face, and the corners of her lips were like the face of a demon.

Afterwards, she turned around and went to the kitchen, and walked back with the cold knife.

The night breeze blew from the gap, with the familiar smell of muddy water, as if crossing time and space to connect the two scenes. The sky flickered, and his throat rolled dry.

The only thing she felt vague in the whole memory was Madam Xie's face. Maybe she was too scared at the time and forgot to look at it, or it was too dark and she didn't look carefully. Only the feeling of horror is particularly deep, and the reason is unclear.