Late at night, the corridor was dark, and there seemed to be heavy fog outside. It was hazy, and Song Xiang was walking alone in it, feeling cold all over.
The surrounding area is like a coffin.
"Severe cold?"
Her voice floated back and forth on the aisle, and finally fell in her ear.
In front, someone seemed to be standing.
She felt happy and quickly walked forward, trying to push away the thick fog, but the corridor seemed to have no end, and the people standing in front were always separated by distance.
Suddenly, the steps stopped, and the person in the distance suddenly came into view.
Her eyes widened, and she subconsciously took precautions. She pulled out a fruit knife from nowhere and stabbed the person who came!
The mist cleared and the other person's face was revealed.
"Xiangxiang..."
Severe cold!
Song Xiang couldn't believe it, his eyes widened, and he let go of his hands in horror, "How could..."
He lowered his head and saw that the blood on his hands was all gushing from the man's abdomen.
She grabbed her hair and screamed.
He stepped lightly and his body trembled violently.
With several calls in her ears, she suddenly opened her eyes and saw a pair of anxious eyes.
"Severe cold?"
After being stunned for a moment, she hugged him suddenly.
"It's okay, it's just a dream."
Yan Han patted her back and coaxed her gently.
Song Xiang was soaked all over and her lips were trembling, "I dreamed that you... were bleeding."
"No, I'm fine."
He let go of her a little, held her hand, and placed it next to his cheek, "Touch, it's hot."
Song Xiang twitched the corners of his mouth, hugged his neck, and leaned on his shoulder, "What time is it?"
"Four o'clock in the morning."
"Isn't Xiao Sheng back yet?"
"It should be soon."
Song Xiang nodded, still in shock.
Her brain was swollen, and the sticky feeling of blood still seemed to remain on her hands. Pictures came into her mind, so real that she trembled all over.
Just as I was thinking about it, there was movement outside.
Before either of them could respond, the door was pushed open.
The person who came was dressed in black, with a hood on his head, and his face was unclear.
Song Xiang and Yan Han were stunned.
"It's me."
Xiao Sheng took off his hood and turned on the small light.
Yan Han glanced outside and asked, "How did you get in?"
"Mr. Yan, if I were stopped by these bodyguards around you, I would not be able to survive for a long time."
Xiao Sheng walked into the room, not caring at all that this was the bedroom of two people. He poured himself a glass of water and sat down on the sofa without hesitation.
"I'm so exhausted this night."
Song Xiang and Yan Han were still wearing pajamas, and they were hugging each other affectionately. When she did this, the atmosphere was so weird that Song Xiang cleared her throat, got out of Yan Han's arms, and pushed him to get his coat.
.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Xiao Sheng waved his hand and blew a breath, "It's not hard work, it just gained me some knowledge."
"How to say?"
Xiao Sheng sat up straight and supported his chin with one hand, "This Kashiwahara Yu is a madman."
Song Xiang didn't understand.
Yan Han walked in, put a coat on Song Xiang's shoulders, looked at Xiao Sheng, "Don't scare her."
Xiao Sheng smiled, thinking that he was too careful.
"Kashiwara Mi's wife has been missing for nearly two years. It is said that she is dead. She is just mourning in a low-key manner. His father-in-law's family probably acquiesced to this in order to maintain their relationship."
She paused and said, "Guess what I saw at his house?"
"What?"
"His wife is not dead." Yan Han said casually.
Xiao Sheng snapped his fingers and said, "Correct answer."
Song Xiang was listening on the side, with hair on his back, and moved closer to Yan Han.