Muchuan and Xiang Wan

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Fang Yuanyuan collapsed on the sofa when he came back from get off work. Without moving his fingers, he directed late.

"Cousin, get me a glass of water quickly and thirst me!"

At that time, Xiang Wan was wearing an apron in the kitchen for dinner, listening to her instructing the maid, and wishing to kick her into outer space.

"Where are you, the eldest lady? Just move your mouth when you get home!"

"Are you from your home? Do you agree?"

"clothes!"

Humming, Xiang Xiang obediently put the water on the coffee table.

"Drink, Missy!"

"Hey! You're welcome." Fang Yuanyuan picked up the water and drank a half of the glass comfortably, sighing, "Or you are the best to me! You are not my cousin, you are my dear sister at all."

No matter what happens, no matter how awkward Xiangyue is, she will definitely help her in the end. This is the reason why Fang Yuanyuan likes to mix with Xiangyue—Xiangwan is straightforward and righteous. Just as she can control the water temperature just by pouring a glass of water, it will always be in a comfortable range if she is always doing things for others. Going higher and lower will not exceed that degree.

The lights are on in the kitchen.

Fang Yuanyuan looked at the light, narrowed his eyes, laid his limbs flat, and lay down comfortably, relaxing the tension of the working day.

"It smells good. Sister, what are you making for me?"

"Who will cook it for you? I want to eat it myself."

"Haha, don't say such hurtful feelings." Fang Yuanyuan sighed indifferently, bursting into life's insights, "Why do you say women want men? We make money ourselves, buy flowers and buy lipstick. You can rely on yourself to make your own toilet, and find a man to restrain yourself. You are sad, hurt your lungs, and hurt your soul. What is not self-abuse?"

"Ha ha!"

Open the lid to the night, put the clear soup in a bowl and put it in front of Fangyuanyuan.

"Dry it and drink it."

"Wow! And my favorite beauty and slimming soup? Sister, I love you, I love you so much."

"Are you stimulated today?"

"Where am I?" Fang Yuanyuan touched the soup bowl, and was so hot that he withdrew his hand and touched his ear. The person is you."

"Come on. You say this every time you fall in love. If you have time to say love me, it's better to be more practical. Hurry and help me clean up the table and prepare for dinner."

Fang Yuanyuan pouted and sat lazily.

"Hey, there is really nothing to talk about with middle-aged women like you."

"Who is your middle-aged woman?" Xiang Wan glared, "Don't eat my cooking tonight!"

"I was wrong. Sister." Fang Yuanyuan laughed happily and slapped his mouth. "How can I say that my beautiful cousin's cousin is a middle-aged woman? Obviously a middle-aged virgin!"

"Fang, Yuan, Yuan! I want to kill you!"

"Help! Officer Bai..."

"What's the matter with him?" Xiang Wan burst into tears.

"It's his business!"

"Hahaha!"

The two sisters were joking, and they quickly picked up the table.

Xiangyue still likes cooking in principle, but she doesn't like cleaning the kitchen. Tossed by her such a supernatural power, the kitchen was in a mess and there was no place to go. The kind of "traces of battle" made the round and round skin numb.

"Sister, I beg you, don't cook anymore."

"Anyway you are responsible for washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, why don't I do it? Perfect! Rich! Eat!"

Xiang Xiang untied her apron, ignored her, and sat down to eat with a smile.

Fang Yuanyuan glared at her and suddenly turned her face, "Whose child is crying?"

He was stunned and listened carefully. The familiar boy's voice was yelling in his throat.

"On the fourth floor, I came back and touched it today. His mother is at home, don't worry."

Her mother is here, and she certainly doesn't come to do business at this point.

Shengfan, eating, she chatted with Fang Yuanyuan about the plot of the novel.

After about ten minutes, the cry of the child gradually stopped.

Xiang Wan frowned. Suddenly there was a dim sum. His mind always thought of the woman's expressionless face and felt strange.

After eating, Fang Yuanyuan was still doing the dishes, and he sat in front of the computer all night long.

Her mind was swayed by a fearful mentality. In the next case, she had a big hole in her brain. From the perspective of the heroine, the murder case of the goddess sculpture was connected with the murder case of the car goddess in the front...

"Rong Xiao Nuan recently repeated a dream. In that dream, on the way she passed, there were a lot of black holes in the bottom, all of which contained a dead soul. Every time she passed, the case would be opened. She is related to the development of the situation, but cannot control the development of the situation. She can only watch the black holes one by one opened, and the souls slowly emerged from the water, roaring darkly in the dark sky, saying that there is no justice in the world, saying Lun Chang has no way to say that humanity is the ugliest..."

"Rong Xiaonuan panicked, panicked, and helpless, walking carefully, stepping on the black barren land, trying not to let herself step on the black hole. But the black hole is still repeating, repeating again. She was exhausted and unable to stop, You can only look for the source that opened the black hole in the guidance of Mingming..."

She upgraded the story.

Conspiracy, darkness, and flooding the story.

A simple murder and suicide case turned into a conspiracy made with corpses.

Writing and writing, she was completely in a state, just like she was smelling a conspiracy, gradually trance, unable to distinguish between novel and reality.

She is writing a story, the heroine Rong Xiao Nuan in the story is also writing the story, the heroine in the Rong Xiao Nuan story is repeating the same story...

Repeat, repeat again.

The case in the book, the book in the case.

There are books in the book, there are books in the book...

The six senses of Xiangyue started in all directions, the nerves were tense, and the keyboard crackled, as if entering the space of the second element, even Fangyuanyuan walked without any perception.

"Cousin?" Fang Yuanyuan called her.

Xiang Wan didn't answer, a face was lined with a dim white light by the computer.

Fang Yuanyuan stood next to her and glanced at her, silently put down the fruit tray and lay on the bed to play with her mobile phone.

Later, Fang Yuanyuan did many things.

Washing, blowing hair, watching TV series, no response to the night.

...

This chapter is written from late evening to eleven thirty.

After a long journey of several hours, she was completely caught in the story.

After looking back, Fang Yuanyuan had fallen asleep on the pillow.

The fruit on the computer table has not moved at all.

I am a little bit trance late at night, and have a strange feeling of strangeness about what is happening in reality, as if I have never experienced it before.

Writing a book is really a high brain activity.

No wonder someone writes as a fool, as a neuropath...

...

After passing the chapter to the evening, as usual, I swiped the comment area.

The chapters in the last two days are very pink, and readers in the message area are obviously more active.

"When do you hold a small hand and kiss?"

"Does Officer Fang really like Rong Xiaonuan? He feels so cold, not close to human beings, he doesn't know how to hurt people, and he is worried about Nuannuan."

"Ao Jiao was cool for a while, chasing his wife's crematorium, and I would like to send it to Fang Yelan."

"Gu Yusheng obviously prefers Rong Xiaonuan. Why is the mistress so guilty, she has to go to the man who is not lukewarm to her.

"Feel this Gu Yu sound, is not that simple? Will it be a big boss?"

The comment area was enthusiastically discussing, and the corners of the lips looked up late, and a man laughed at the computer as a big fool.

This is probably the most pleasant moment as a writer.

Writing a book is a process of finding the same kind. People who like her novels are all cited as confidantes by her.

"Crazy, seduce the devil in your heart crazy, turn this novel into a world of purgatory, ha ha ha ha..."

thumping!

Xiang night like thunder!

That ID came out again?

Unique message style, tightly lock the nerves towards the night.

It's him. Still him.

The one who would jump out to hammer her nerve ID sometime.

Was he really just like Bai Muchuan's guess, just an ordinary reader who was dissatisfied with real life and vented his anxiety to the Internet?

Look at the time on the computer conditionedly towards the night.

00: 00...

Her eyelids jumped again.

Midnight.

The next time I don’t choose to update this time period, I’m so mad that I’m sick.

Turn off the computer and take out the bath towel to go to the bathroom to wash.

In the mirror, her tired face, red eyes, two haggard eyes... she was taken aback by herself, and suddenly she dared not look in the mirror, put the bath towel on, and covered the mirror.

These days, the spirit is not very good, and the osmanthus sachet does not work.

Have a good sleep. she thinks.

After taking a shower, Xiang Wan was about to go to bed, and a sharp siren sound suddenly sounded outside the window.

In the late-night city, such a voice always makes people inexplicably nervous.

Xiangwan draped his wet hair and pushed open the window to look out.

A police car and 120 ambulances came in from the alley, and then drove straight into the neighborhood where Xiangye was.

What happened?

Sleepless unconsciously at night, lying on the edge of the window and listening.

Soon, there was noise from downstairs.

A neighbor got up and opened the window, talking loudly and yelling.

Immediately afterwards, there was a rapid and tense pace in her building.

Boom, boom!

The police knocked on the door and unlocked.

Bold towards the night to open the door, went down the stairs to watch—

A group of policemen and white coats were at the door on the fourth floor.

The door had been opened by them, and the 120 doctor lifted two people, one big and one small, from the room on the fourth floor.

"Quick! Hurry to the ambulance."

"Open the window! Check the safety of the gas circuit."

"Sophisticated, how can I take my son to burn char at home?"

"Who knows, this family doesn't deal with people very much, they are not familiar with her."

"Fortunately, the next door smelled the wrong smell and called the police, otherwise I don't know what will happen..."

"The situation is not very good now, and it looks like it's flat."

Listening to the conversation of the neighbors downstairs all night, a heart suddenly fell like an ice cellar, cold.

Today, when she was eating with Fang Yuanyuan, she heard that the child was crying, sure what happened then?

Unfortunately, she didn't go on.

If something happened to that child...

Xiang Wan suddenly dared not think about what the child looked like when she called her aunt.

Why would mothers be willing to kill their own children?

Xiang Wan's head was messed up, and suddenly thought of that woman's face.

call! She exhaled nervously, looking out at the gray sky from the corridor window.

Police cars and 120 ambulances whistled away and the community gradually became quieter.

The corridor is very dark, standing there towards the evening, the wind blowing from the window, adding a trace of fear to this **** night...

Xiang Wanxin was heavy, and was about to turn upstairs, with a hand suddenly stretched out on his shoulder.

Gently, the hand slapped on her shoulder.

"Ah!" Xiang Wan screamed and turned her head.

"Ah!" Fang Yuanyuan was startled by her, and screamed in shock.

The two men stared at each other for a few seconds before finally relaxing.

"Cousin, what are you doing? At night, suddenly screaming, seeing ghosts..."

"I saw the ghost? Why are you sneaking behind me?"

"Aren't I woken up without seeing you, come out and see what happened?"

"Go, there is no more fun to watch. Go back!"

He supported Fang Yuanyuan's arm towards the night and walked upstairs.

Step by step, step by step, like a black hole in the dark night. Suddenly, she thought of the plot written in today's book-Rong Xiaonuan's dream.

Isn't she the same as Rong Xiaonuan at the moment?

Repeat, repeat watching the black hole opening, unable to stop...

If the mother and son on the fourth floor are in trouble, isn’t there another murder?

"Am I really Conan's physique?"

Xiang Youyou sighed, but saw Fang Yuanyuan suddenly stopped and looked at her strangely.

"Conan, something happened."

"What's wrong?" She was too frightened now.

"Did you bring the key?" Fang Yuanyuan asked bitterly.

"..."

No.

Xiangye came out just now and didn't think about the key at all.

"It's over. Me neither. What should I do?"

Looking at the closed door, two women in pajamas standing in the corridor, you look at me, I look at you...

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Hey, what's the second change? I'm not surprised or surprised. Should I put the monthly ticket in the bowl and cook Xiaobai together?