I Took Home A Mummy - Chapter 64

The cell was full of **** and burnt smells, and the unpleasant smell was suffocating.

Cao Yang looked at Mo Huai, who was squatting on the ground. He stared at the burnt corpse in a daze. He was silent, and there was a cold breath that made people afraid to approach.

I don’t know how long it took, Qiao Ziyan also found here. He walked in with a cold, iron-blooded aura, covered in chills, and his sharp eyes first fell on the corpse next to Mo Huai.

For a moment, a painful color flashed in his eyes.

He strode forward, his angular face was full of anger, he grabbed Mo Huai’s clothes and slammed it at him, “This is how you did her boyfriend? That’s it. Love her?” He asked angrily, “Let her be killed inexplicably?”

The fist slammed heavily on the corner of his mouth, and it swelled all at once, and the blood slowly seeped out.

Mo Huai did not fight back. He raised his eyes to look at Qiao Ziyan, his eye sockets were red, and the depths of his eyes were desolate. He pushed aside his hand holding his collar, his expression blank, his tone was bleak and silent, “She is not dead.”

As if he was deceiving himself, he kept his voice dumb and repeated, “She is not dead.”

Qiao Ziyan’s always iron-cold face was shocked, “She… isn’t this her?”

A burst of blood surged upward, and the smell of blood filled his mouth. Mo Huai closed his eyes, his eyes were covered with a layer of haze, no longer looked at the corpse on the ground, and he turned and left.

Luo Ji’s back lost all his anger, and his voice was low and deep, echoing in the room, “If she really isn’t there anymore.” The black eyes are pitch-black, dull and colorless, like the dead sea of Shenxuan,” I won’t let her wait too long…”

Then, in the consternation of Qiao Ziyan and Cao Yang, the tall and thin back disappeared outside the door.

“This……”

Cao Yang looked outside the door, then at the corpse on the ground, “Miss Na Ning…”

In the next second, he immediately covered his mouth, gritted his teeth, heartbroken, and chased outside. Listening to what Mo Huai said just now, he worried that Mo Huai would go crazy and do stupid things.

……

As the Chinese New Year approached, the heavy snow was falling tirelessly, without the intention of stopping, and the white pavement was paved layer after layer, vowing to turn the whole city into a powdered jade.

Slowly opened his eyes, a daze in front of him, until the line of sight gradually became clear, Ning Mitang regained consciousness.

“you’re awake?”

At this moment, the man who was walking in by the door found that the girl was awake, and his handsome face spread a smile, gentle and gentle.

He strode to the bed and stopped the girl from thinking about it, “Don’t get out of bed, you have been in a coma for three days with a high fever, and your fever has just subsided, and your body is still very weak.” He put the food he was holding aside, thoughtful. Put the pillow behind Ning Mitang and let her lean against.

Ning Mitang’s heart trembled. She stared at Song Jingchen next to her in amazement, her jet-black eyes darkened, “Brother Song.”

Song Jingchen reached out his hand and touched her straight black hair affectionately, “Is there anything else uncomfortable?”

Ning Mitang lowered her body forward, avoiding his touch, her pale lips pursed, “It’s much better. Where am I?”

“You have something to eat first.” Song Jingchen put a bowl of red date and millet porridge in front of her, “It’s a bit hot, do I need to feed you?”

Ning Mitang’s small face was pale after the illness, and her black eyes became more and more shiny, and her beautiful brows frowned slightly. She refused: “I’ll do it myself.”

Song Jingchen didn’t insist on feeding her. Seeing the girl taking the bowl and eating the porridge obediently, his expression became softer, with a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth, “I think you will definitely be hungry when you wake up. With the hot porridge, you can eat it when you wake up.” Seeing the girl’s face is calm and beautiful, her white face glowing with light, his fingertips gradually tightened.

Listening to what the other party said, Ning Mitang took the spoon’s hand and smiled, “Thank you, Brother Song.”

“You are welcome, I will be happy.”

Song Jingchen looked happy. He leaned on the back of the chair as if he were relaxed, with his properly tailored legs cocked, but he didn’t look vulgar at all. “This is my residence. When I rescued you, you had passed out and had a high fever. I had to bring you back. Mitang, you don’t know, I was so worried about you at that time.”

The fingertips holding the handle of the spoon tightened, and the pink nails were white, Ning Mitang remembered the situation at that time.

Song Jingchen suddenly appeared with Su Xiaotong, and he gave Su Xiaotong to Jiang Xiancai. In exchange, Jiang Xiancai gave him Ning Mitang.

“How did you find here?” Jiang Xiancai questioned, shocked by Song Jingchen’s sudden appearance.

Song Jingchen pushed Su Xiaotong, who was **** with his body and gagged, to the ground. His gentle and elegant face had a gentle smile, “I was there when you killed someone for the first time. When you brutally killed someone, I was there.” I took out my phone and clicked on a video and showed it to the other party, “I took such an intense and exciting scene at the time.”

Jiang Xiancai sank his face. He and Song Jingchen are both ministers of the cooperation association, and they have a good relationship. He didn’t expect that the other party had been secretly guarding him.

Song Jingchen went on to cut another video, “This is when you killed the second girl, I took it.” He continued to light up, “This is the third, this is the fourth, I can help. You recorded it, it was all wonderful.”

The blue veins in the forehead were prominent, Jiang Xiancai could no longer hold back, and asked, “You have been following me?”

“No, I’m studying you.”

Song Jingchen’s deep eyes contained a pleasant smile, as if saying something very interesting, “studying the evolution of a perverted killer.”

“you!”

madman!

Jiang Xiancai took a deep breath and stared at him, “Tell me about your conditions.”

“Ning Mitang.” Song Jingchen put away the phone, “return her to me.”

“Hehe, the hero is sad for the Beauty Pass, you did so much for her?” Jiang Xiancai sneered. He glanced at Ning Mitang who was tied up. She had passed out in a coma, with a fair face, small and delicate, and a beautiful face. Li, it’s no wonder Song Jingchen missed her.

Song Jingchen nodded and admitted generously, “People are so strange. The easily obtained prey is not interesting. The more difficult it is to obtain, the more precious it becomes and the more you want to have it. I believe that you can appreciate this feeling very well. .”

Jiang Xiancai licked the corner of his mouth, “Do you mind if she was **** by me?”

Behind the glasses, Song Jingchen’s eyes sank, and a hostile light flashed, “What do you think.”

“I’m joking with you, don’t be too serious.” Jiang Xiancai laughed, and he shrugged, “You take it away, and all the videos on the phone will be deleted.”

“Deal.”

After speaking, Song Jingchen smiled with satisfaction. He walked to Ning Mitang, who was unconscious in the water, and touched her cold pale face with distress.

The cell was very quiet. In the dim light, Jiang Xiancai’s overly white face looked extremely cold. He stared at Song Jingchen’s back with an unpredictable look in his eyes, “Actually, compared to you handing me the phone.”

He violently attacked Song Jingchen and rushed towards him. The knife in his hand was raised high and was about to pierce the opponent’s back fiercely. His blood-red lips smiled savagely, “I am more inclined to die. Keep it secret.”

In the next second, Song Jingchen turned around.

“you……”

Jiang Xiancai looked down at his abdomen and was stuck with a knife.

At this time, Song Jingchen’s face was as soft as ever, “I think so too.”

He kicked Jiang Xiancai to the ground and looked at him condescendingly, “In you, I have researched something, from the panic when you murdered for the first time, to nervousness, to enjoyment. You discovered the joy of killing. .”

Jiang Xiancai curled up on the ground in pain, looking at him fiercely.

“Even if I kill you today, the police will only be fortunate to find you as a killer.”

Hearing this, panic flashed in Jiang Xiancais gloomy eyes. He gritted his teeth and tried to maintain his composure, “Dont you think I can be partners with you? I kill, you study the process of my killing, I believe us You can live together in harmony.”

The sharp knife gleamed with a sharp cold light in the dim light. Song Jingchen’s expression on his face remained unchanged, and he directly thrust into the eyes of Jiang Xiancai who was stepped on. His tone was full of disdain, and he spit out, “You are not worthy. “

At least Jiang Xian had no breath, and Song Jingchen slowly walked towards Su Xiaotong, turning a blind eye to the tears and pleading that kept shaking his head, his mouth showed a secret smile.

When she is dead, Ning Mitang will disappear from this world and will completely belong to him.

……

I gradually recalled the horror scene in the cell.

Trying to ignore the goosebumps on her body, Ning Mitang lowered her eyes, her thick black eyelashes blocked the look in her eyes, her voice was clear and dumb, “Since I’m cured, I won’t bother you. I was in a coma for three days, and I would worry if my boyfriend couldn’t find it.”

“Your body is still very weak. Let me recuperate for a while. After healed, I will send you back.” Song Jingchen stretched out his hand and pushed his glasses, but he was unquestionably sure.

“Hey!”

Ning Mitang’s heart jumped sharply, the bad idea was confirmed, and he would not let her go.

There was a silence around, and the flow of air solidified.

After a while, Ning Mitang smiled lightly at Song Xingchen, beautifully moving, “Okay, then I will listen to Senior Brother Song.”

In the apartment, the room is closed.

Cao Yang has been wandering in front of the door anxiously. Since coming back that day, Mo Huai has locked himself in the room without stepping out.

He pressed his ear to the door again and listened carefully to the movement. No way, Mo Huai had already revealed the intention of committing suicide that day, how could he not stick to it?

“Brother Huai, are you hungry? I just brought you some food, do you want to eat some?” Cao Yang couldn’t help knocking on the door without hearing anything inside. “You haven’t eaten anything for three days. , The iron-struck body can’t stand it either.”

There was no movement in the room.

Cao Yang continued to persuade: “Brother Huai, you become ugly if you don’t eat. Miss Ning will despise you when she comes back.”

At this moment, an extremely hoarse voice came from inside, “Has the snow stopped?”

“The snow is still heavy.” Cao Yang responded immediately. He scratched his head, completely wondering why Mo Huai cared so much about the snow. In the past three days, his only reaction was to ask if Xue had stopped.

He took a look outside, and he secretly complained about the weather, and he didn’t know what was wrong. The snow kept falling and he never stopped. The road was jammed with snow on both sides, making it very inconvenient to travel.

In the girl’s room, the floor-to-ceiling curtains were closed tightly so that no light could come in. On the bedside table, there was a table lamp with warm light, and the light fell on the man’s body on the ground, and he outlined his tall and thin figure, which became more and more silent.

Mo Huai leaned on the bed and sat on the icy ground, his dark and dull eyes focused on the unfolded picture.

In the painting, Baiguan bowed down, and in the middle of the hall, the man was tall and straight, dressed in a gorgeous red embroidered dragon suit, standing with extraordinary temperament, and looking at the woman next to him with idiotic eyes.

The woman wears a big red mopping and embroidered phoenix palace robe, the flying phoenix on the skirt is alive for the rest of her life, fluttering her wings, her long black hair is tied into a bun with twelve gilt hairpins, and the golden steps are broken into pieces Hanging between the ink hair, the light fell. Ningbai Shengxue’s skin was crystal clear as jade, she painted light makeup, her red lips portrayed her small mouth, with a small smile on her lips, and she looked so bright and incomprehensible.

This painting was originally a New Year’s gift prepared by Mo Huai for Ning Mitang. In the painting, he and her were worshipping heaven and earth, and they were married.

Mo Huai’s fingertips gently touched the face of the woman in the painting, as if she could feel her delicate and smooth skin.

“Tangtang, I dreamed of you last night. You are so good and keep calling me Ahuai.” Looking at the person in the painting, Mo Huai whispered: “When you wake up, you are gone.”

In the huge room, the tall figure on the ground moved.

Mo Huai buried his head in the pillow in his arms sadly, smelling the fragrance remaining on it, his eyes were distended uncomfortably, full of strange sores, his voice hoarse: “Tangtang, my chest hurts. it hurts……”