Chapter 659 My Useless Husband with a Junior High School Diploma (28)

In the dream, he seemed to have walked into a warehouse. The dark warehouse was very cold, so cold that he was frozen and trapped in icicles.

A bloody hand pushed and his body was torn into pieces.

Fang Lin thought of Gu Qiyue's book that Yu Mengya mentioned. There seemed to be a similar way of death in Gu Qiyue's new book.

He got out of bed and decided to look for Gu Qiyue.

The lights in the corridor were said to be broken, so there were only a few green safety lights on at night. The deep and long corridor was like the mouth of a beast with no end in sight.

Fang Lin was inexplicably nervous.

Suddenly, he was startled by the sound of something rolling down the stairs.

After a while, he saw clearly that it was a camera that rolled down.

Fang Lin bent down and picked it up, recognizing that it was the camera of director Yan Xi.

Didn't Yan Xi leave?

Why are his things still here?

The camera had traces of cracks from being dropped, and it was not very sensitive when it turned on, but after some tinkering, it should still work.

"Mr. Fang." A man's voice came politely, "It's so late, haven't you rested yet?"

Fang Lin turned around and saw that a polite and courteous man appeared behind him without him knowing when.

He was not sure which of the twins this was, so he hesitated and said, "Mr. Mu?"

The young man smiled and said, "Just call me Mu An."

It turned out to be the younger brother of the twins.

Fang Lin explained, "I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to talk to the ancient writer."

"Mu An" glanced at the camera in Fang Lin's hand.

Fang Lin said, "I picked it up on the road. This should be Yan Xi's thing. Unfortunately, it was broken. But I should be able to fix it."

"Mu An" smiled, "So that's the case. Maybe Mr. Yan forgot to take it away. If Mr. Fang wants to find Mr. Gu, he is now in the kitchen on the first floor. I'll take you there."

Fang Lin nodded without any doubt, "Okay."

While walking to the first floor, Fang Lin finally turned on the camera successfully. He was a little excited. If there was any good material in it, he could make a fortune with it.

But to his disappointment, the camera only contained some old videos and photos from newspaper materials.

Fang Lin looked through them one by one. These materials all recorded the murders that occurred in the Moonlight Hotel over the past half century.

Before the first murder, the Moonlight Hotel was investigated by the police because it was related to a missing child, but this was just a small matter and did not even take up much space in an old local newspaper. What

really caused a sensation was the death of six people in the Moonlight Hotel fifty years ago.

These materials were all yellowed. Yan Xi must have spent a lot of effort to collect so many things from decades ago.

"Mu An" reminded, "Mr. Fang, be careful of the steps."

Fang Lin came back to his senses, probably because he felt that "Mu An" was easy to talk to, he couldn't help asking: "Do you know about the two homicides that occurred in the Moonlight Hotel?"

"Mu An" smiled, "I've heard about it."

Fang Lin quietly opened the recorder in his pocket, "Can you tell me about it? Don't worry, I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious."

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with saying this." The young man had a gentle voice, "Everyone will die one day, it just depends on whether it's early or late, or painful or easy."

"Mu An" smiled with his eyes slightly curved, "Mr. Fang, do you believe in retribution?"

Fang Lin's heart jumped inexplicably, "This... I don't know whether I should believe it."

He smiled, "Maybe those people died because of retribution."

The kitchen was closer, and he could see the light and hear the sound of the chef smacking garlic.

Fang Lin walked into the kitchen, only to see Chef Zhou working, but not Gu Qiyue. He turned around, "Didn't you say Gu Qiyue was here?"

"Mu An" stood at the door and didn't come in at all. He curled his eyes amiably, "Mr. Fang, I wish you a pleasant evening."

The kitchen door closed and the lights flickered.

Chef Zhou, holding a knife, turned around and gave Fang Lin a simple and honest smile.

Fang Lin was inexplicably panicked, and coincidentally, the camera in his hand turned to the last remaining video.

It was the horrific scene of Yan Xi falling to the ground with a kitchen knife piercing his body.

And the location was in this kitchen.

Fang Lin raised his head stiffly and looked at the chef who was slowly approaching. His face turned pale and he kept backing away, "Don't, don't come over..."

His backing body knocked open the unlocked warehouse door and fell into the cold.

"Mu An" was humming a tuneless song in a happy mood. His footsteps seemed to be silent. The voice-controlled lights in the aisle seemed unable to detect his voice, and no lights were on.

But he could walk steadily in the dark, and his vision was not affected at all.

There was movement on the stairs.

One by one, the lights lit up, and the light was approaching him little by little. Finally, the whole aisle was lit up.

Bai Yao had her long hair loose and had taken off her makeup. Compared to her exquisite look during the day, she looked more lazy and casual at this moment. Although she was wrapped in a coat, her slender figure still looked very thin in the night.

"Mu An" greeted with a smile, "Manager Bai, good evening."

Bai Yao was a little surprised, "You haven't rested yet?"

"It's my turn to be on duty today, so I'm walking around."

Bai Yao said, "I remember that you and Mu An take turns to be on duty every night."

"Mu An", or perhaps it should be "Mu Ping".

He smiled and said, "Yes."

Bai Yao said, "Before I leave, I will try to apply for a little more subsidy from the company for you and Mu Ando."

Mu Ping asked, "Manager Bai, are you planning to resign?"

"Yes, I don't plan to stay in the Gu family's company forever."

She hasn't received this month's performance award yet, so she didn't think about resigning now. For workers, they can't take less than a penny of their hard-earned money.

Mu Ping lowered his eyes, "I guess, Manager Bai wants to resign in order to accompany Mr. Pei better."

"This is just one of the reasons." Bai Yao asked him, "Is there any honey here?"

Mu Ping said: "Mr. Pei needs it."

His words were completely affirmative.

Bai Yao also nodded generously, "He ate too much tonight, I'll make him a cup of honey water to help him digest it."

Mu Ping smiled slightly, "I'll go to the kitchen to get honey, please wait."

He turned around and walked back, the fake smile on his face was gone, he entered the kitchen, walked around the scattered blood and flesh on the ground as if he didn't see it, picked up a bottle of honey, and walked out expressionlessly.

Bai Yao was still standing in the lighted area waiting for him.

A smile appeared on his face again. He handed over the honey in his hand with a gentle voice, "Manager Bai, do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you." Bai Yao went up the stairs, suddenly stopped, looked back at him, "You like sweets too, don't you?"

Mu Ping paused slightly, then he raised the corners of his lips, with a smile in his dark eyes, "I like it."

Bai Yao walked back, took out a handful of candies from her pocket and stuffed them into his hand, "Next time, I will bring more strawberries for you."

Mu Ping looked at Bai Yao's hand where she put the candies, his fingers moved slightly, and clasped them slightly, as if he was holding her hand. He smiled lightly: "Will it be more than his strawberries?"

Bai Yao's eyes changed. She always kept a distance from the opposite sex with whom she didn't need to contact, but she didn't withdraw her hand in time.

After a moment, she smiled and said, "Of course, there will be more strawberries than the small inkstone."