"Weird..." The voice that he spoke reached his throat and was forced to swallow it back. Fang Jun looked at the words "End of call" on the phone and felt that his mouth was puckered. When reading novels, go to www.

The incandescent lamp above his head emitted a milky white cold light, and his face in the mirror looked much better than before, but Fang Jun couldn't smile at the moment.

Whether it is Su Yawen, Amei, or even Shen Ru now, it seems that the impression of this house is not good. It can even be said that it is a bit weird, which makes Fang Jun, who was originally disapproving, feel at this moment. Instead, I felt a little bit of fear inside.

He was the only one in such a large villa. No matter who faced this gloomy environment, he would inevitably be a little scared, let alone Fang Jun, who had just experienced a baptism. This kind of depression was even more obvious.

Gently pulling open the belt around his waist, Fang Jun took off his bathrobe, and his strong chest and abdominal muscles were reflected in the mirror.[

After all, he is a police officer, and the long-lasting high-intensity training in school has made him know a lot about his body. A scar on his chest stretches from the collarbone to the chest. It was the scar left by arresting criminals during his internship. Over the years, Although the pain is no longer there, it still looks shocking at first glance.

Fang Jun subconsciously reached out and touched his back. Just by touching it, he felt a little hairy. His originally flat back seemed to be covered with dense wounds, as if bugs were crawling on the skin. It was not just one. It seemed like worms were crawling all over my back.

It makes me feel sick just thinking about it.

Turning around, the pattern on his back appeared in the mirror. The wounds didn't seem to have improved. There were still ravines and uneven wounds lying on his back irregularly, like a house of nails. Fang Jun muttered, "Still refusing to leave..."

Looking at the wound on his back, Fang Jun's movements suddenly stopped and his hand stopped somewhere on his back!

No, there are obviously no wounds here, how could it be...

Since the wound has not improved for a long time, Fang Jun pays attention to the wound on his body every day when applying medicine. He clearly remembers that the position of the membrane on his hand was still smooth yesterday. Why did the wound appear today? Could it be that he remembered it wrongly yesterday? Or are you hallucinating again?

"What a weird thing." Fang Jun couldn't figure it out, so he applied ointment and took out a black vest and a pair of loose sports pants from one side, put it on, walked out of the bathroom door, and stepped onto the stairs to the second floor.

The echo of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

According to Amei, there is a rule in this room. Once occupied, the large crystal chandelier above the living room cannot be extinguished, because the visibility of the house is relatively low, and the lights cannot be turned on everywhere. Although it consumes a lot of electricity to turn on a headlight, convenience to others and prevention of accidents seem to be more important than money.

Fang Jun's footsteps stopped on the second floor. He looked to the left. At the end of the dim corridor, there was a white light tube behind the Buddha image. On the outline outlined by the golden pattern, there were people wearing gold and silver. The Buddha makes strange movements, which seem to be offering sacrifices and praying. It does not seem to be a local Buddhist picture in China.

"Where did this guy make all this mess? This room was already scary enough, but now it's better..." Fang Jun muttered and turned around, but he didn't move away, his gaze fixed on something. On the door of a far room.
Chapter completed!