Volume 2 Chapter 12 Greetings

"Even if someone is resurrected, it may not be the son you know."

Shen Meixuan began to understand the meaning of this sentence.

She couldn't hear her son's heartbeat from his chest, but he was able to walk. His body was cold as if there was no temperature, but his muscles were as soft as a normal person.

He doesn't speak, but he reacts to what others say... He doesn't know how to think, and his behavior seems to be instinctive.

The living dead... I don't know when a terrifying thought started to appear in Shen Meixuan's mind.

But no matter what.

No matter how.

"You are all my mother's sons." Shen Meixuan held her son's face in her hands and said softly: "You are my flesh and blood, no matter what you become..."

The son's eyes suddenly blinked. He seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand. Maybe it was just a biological reaction.

But Shen Meixuan felt that this was her son talking to her. He just didn't adapt to this state for a while.

"It must be like this, it must be like this..." Shen Meixuan said softly some reasons she made up: "It was because I hit my brain when I fell, and it was confused... It must be like this, it must be That’s it, don’t be afraid, kid, mom is here, ah!”

"are you hungry?"

"Look at you, you're dirty."

"Want some water?"

It seems that I have suddenly returned to the time when my son was still very young, eating, drinking, and having diarrhea, and there was never a time when he wasn't worried. Shen Meixuan hugged her son, lay on the bed, and gently touched his head, "Go to sleep, go to sleep..."

Suddenly, Shen Meixuan heard some sounds...the sound of the door opening!

Her husband, Gu Feng, is back.

Shen Meixuan sat up suddenly, hugged her son tightly, and said nervously: "Don't be afraid, mom is here! Don't be afraid... I won't let this guy hit you again, no, no... …Will not……"

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After closing the door to his house, he changed his shoes, glanced at the living room, and finally sat down. After a while, Gu Feng shouted: I'm back.

His mood was very irritable... which was not enough to describe.

He finally got out of the situation after relying on a lot of connections. Gu Feng also asked the lawyer that even if he was really prosecuted, the lawsuit would not be impossible. Only this news made him feel a little more at ease.

But there is another thing that he also has to deal with some things between him and his current wife. When he married Shen Meixuan, he was just a small person working hard in the city.

Although this woman came in with a son, she also brought him some luck. In recent years, I have contracted a small factory, and my living conditions have improved a lot, so my work has naturally become busier.

The key is that the factory Shen Meixuan also has a certain share.

"Meixuan, are you there? Meixuan?"

Gu Feng pinched his forehead, with a tired look on his face: Can we talk about it for a while? I admit, I did hit Jiajie, but I made a mistake. However, I really never thought that he would be like this... You said, which child has never been beaten? When I was a kid, wasn't my father beating me up? I feel that both of us are at fault. I beat him. Didn’t you also fail to take good care of your son? Beautiful and slow, beautiful and slow? Are you listening..."

Suddenly, a sharp pain appeared in the back of Gu Feng's head. He only felt his head buzzing, and then he lost consciousness after a sudden spin.

He lay down directly on the sofa. Behind him, Shen Meixuan was holding a rolling pin in both hands. I won't let you, the devil, hit my son again. "

Shen Meixuan seemed to wake up suddenly and dropped the rolling pin in her hand. She knew that Gu Feng had just passed out and had no real intention to do the most extreme thing.

Shen Meixuan suddenly rushed into the room, packed her things, and then took her son out of the house.

She couldn't let others know that her dead son had come back to life. She feels like she needs to hide her son...for now!

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"Prince Ma, is it appropriate to let Gu Feng go like this?" the young police officer asked.

Ma Houde, who was in a bad mood, stared at his subordinate, "What do you think? I'll just scare him. Do you think you can really hold someone captive like this? If Gu Feng beats someone, even if we know it's domestic violence, what can we do?" ? This is considered a criminal self-report case, but what about the victim? He is still lying in Lao Qin, do you want him to stand up and report the crime? "

"It's really annoying!" The young police officer couldn't help but hit his right palm with his left fist.

Ma Houde frowned and said, "Besides, even if Gu Jiajie chose such an extreme method because of domestic violence, there is one thing I can't let go of."

"Mr. Ma is talking about the cram school?"

"Five suicides, all of them fell from the building, and they were all students of this cram school..." Mahoude nodded and said: "We didn't notice the first one who died at the beginning, and then the second one also committed suicide... according to forensic evidence... …On to the third, fourth… now.”

At this moment, another subordinate came in with a file, "Mr. Ma, the deleted messages on Gu Jiajie's phone have been recovered by the technical side. There is a message here that was sent by the deceased before he committed suicide, but The chat software is used, and this kind of software can be registered casually. We have asked the operator, but to no avail."

Ma Houde quickly took it over and took a look, "Nine o'clock...Old place? Teacher?"

After thinking about it, Ma Houde suddenly stared at his subordinate and said coldly: "Do you still remember your high school mathematics, physics and chemistry?"

"What?" The young police officer suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Hey, you go to class."

"What?? Ma privater, do you think I... am suitable?"

"You are not suitable, so am I suitable?" Mahoude rolled his eyes and said.

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The maid brought out a globe from the utility room.

At this moment, the club owner is turning the map of the globe, which has dense red dots. Of course, only Luo Qiu himself could see these dots of red light.

You Ye can only accumulate the number of past points she knows through the places where the guests she comes into contact with come from. But Luo Qiu is different. As long as he gets close to the critical door and stays on it, he can clearly understand You know, those are all that have been opened.

He turned slowly like this, as if he had no intention of stopping.

"Master, Shen Meixuan took her son away and knocked her husband unconscious before leaving."

"It is difficult for society to accept the reappearance of a dead person." Luo Qiu said slowly: "She doesn't want people to know that it is a normal thing... and a foreseeable thing."

Luo Qiu couldn't help but think back to this transaction.

This woman's desire was so strong that she didn't need any consultation at all. Luo Qiu himself didn't even say anything, and the deal was completed.

He shook his head, slapped his palm on the globe, and stopped the rotating sphere.

At this moment, a dark wind suddenly blew open the club door, along with a puff of black smoke.

The smoke finally formed in front of Luo Qiu, and he heard a slightly hoarse and gloomy woman's voice.

"Dark Soul Eighteen, I met the new master."

"Are you the dark soul messenger that Youye said that he didn't dare to come because of some things?" Luo Qiu nodded and began to look at the old employee of the club.

I saw Black Soul Eighteen lift the hood of the jumpsuit, and what was revealed was a rather scary look.

The old face, the big nose like a hook, the silvery gray but very sparse hair, like weeds... just like the appearance of the old witch in the fairy tale.

"Yes, this is my subordinate." Black Soul Eighteen let out a sinister and sinister laugh.

Boss Luo has seen things in different forms recently, and he is not too surprised by the appearance of Black Soul Eighteen. He just nodded: "As long as you have seen it, how you worked before is how you work now."

Dark Soul Eighteen nodded respectfully. She began to look around and found that there were not only the club girls she knew well, but also this other strange woman... This should not be the Dark Soul Messenger.

"This Miss Qin will live here for the time being."

"I understand." She planned to nod towards Qin Chuyu, but found that the other party had not opened his eyes at all. She had some thoughts in her mind, but she didn't express them. Instead, she stared at the other person curiously.

What should I say?

The guy hanging from the ceiling, trapped in a rather delicate posture.

"This is Taiyinzi, there is no number for the time being." Luo Qiu said casually: "Well... as you can see, he has some special loves."

Dark Soul Eighteen nodded, silently remembering that she had some special hobbies... Anyway, looking at this look, she knew exactly what the so-called special hobbies meant.

Taiyinzi, who had not spoken for a long time, raised his head slightly and looked sadly at the maid with a face as delicate as jade, then lowered his head again.

Really...that's not the case...

Taiyinzi, who has completely lost the idea of ​​embarking on a prosperous black soul life, now just feels that his black soul life is full of stains.

But there is very little communication between black souls. In the past, one black soul was responsible for one area, and there was very little time for communication. Black Soul Eighteen had just met him, so he paid no attention to it. Instead, he took a step forward and with a flick of his hand, several white cards appeared.

"Master, this is the information about the financial owner that my subordinates have collected during this period."

These were originally collected by her to congratulate the new owner. It's just that before she could make a confession, she was assigned other tasks by You Ye, so she suppressed it.

Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally submit it as soon as possible to strive for a good performance opportunity. After all, the selection of the new critical gate has not yet been determined.

Although the maid lady said that as a servant, you should not take the initiative to bring it up, but as a servant, it is also okay to strive to show the seriousness of your work in front of the master, right? (To be continued.)

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