Wen Qing stared at the phone screen, her cheeks gradually getting hot, and she felt embarrassed and angry.
No wonder the other party had this attitude when they said they sent the wrong message to the wrong person...
Thinking back to the conversation he had with him not long ago, Wen Qing felt the heat on his face almost rushing to his forehead.
He didn't even react to this at first? !
Wen Qing blushed and put down his chopsticks.
He seldom cursed, and there were few curse words in his mind. After thinking for a long time, he fiercely tapped the keyboard: [Psycho! ]
[Now I finally figured it out. 】
Looking at this message, Wen Qing couldn't help but curse again: "Psycho!"
【Why don’t you reply to the message? 】
[Are you scolding me? ]
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and his first reaction was how did the other party know that he was cursing?
Then I thought that any normal person would curse if they received such a text message, it was just a coincidence.
Wen Qing's typing speed was not as fast as his. Just as she typed the word "I", she received a new text message.
[What should I do? I want to fuck you even more. ]
Wen Qing gritted his teeth and tapped his fingers on the phone screen: [I called the police! ]
After sending this text message, Wen Qing immediately blocked the number.
He switched back to the main screen of his phone and stared at the screensaver for a while. After the heat on his face subsided, he opened the WeChat dialog box with Xing Ze again.
The news is still on Ji Yu’s matter.
Xing Ze always replied to WeChat messages within seconds. Apparently he is busy with work now and has no time to read WeChat messages.
After hesitating for a while, Wen Qing decided not to mention the harassing text messages for the time being.
Let's wait until Xing Ze is not so busy. After all, text messages are just a small matter.
****
at night
After taking a shower, Wen Qing lay down on the bed, opened Ji Yu's WeChat, and typed slowly.
He deleted and revised, and pondered for more than half an hour before sending a message.
Wen Qing: [Uncle Ji, are you asleep? ]
Ji Yu did not reply to the WeChat message.
Wen Qing hesitated for a moment and apologized again: [I'm sorry, Uncle Ji. ]
Ji Yu still didn't come back.
Wen Qing lay on the bed, watching the news while waiting for Ji Yu and Xing Ze's replies. As she waited, she fell asleep in a daze.
Half asleep and half awake, Wen Qing heard the sound of a door opening and closing.
It was very light, so light that it seemed like an illusion.
Wen Qing hummed, turned over, crawled into the quilt, covered his head, and tried to block out the sounds from the outside world and have a good sleep.
Not long after, he smelled a sweet fragrance that was somewhat pungent.
Wen Qing pursed her lips, her head becoming increasingly heavy.
As if he was possessed by a ghost, his body became heavier and heavier and he was unable to move.
Wen Qing's mind was confused, but his senses were clear.
A cold hand touched his wrist, massaging his bones from the wrist bone to the fingers, getting harder and harder.
Wen Qing felt some pain and groaned vaguely.
The next second, that hand covered his left hand, with their palms facing each other and their fingers pressed together.
That hand was much larger than his and could easily pry his hand back.
Soon, the metacarpophalangeal joints began to ache.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled constantly, and the broken hand in the flower bed suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
He whimpered softly, and his eyelashes gradually became wet with tears.
The hand let him go and stopped torturing him. Instead, it interlocked its fingers with his and held them quietly.
Just when Wen Qing thought it was over, he was bitten again.
An unprecedented sense of excitement spread along his spine to his limbs and bones. His whole body flushed, as if he was floating in the air, and then was pulled into the seabed. He could hear his rapid breathing and violently beating heartbeat.
Wen Qing tilted her head back unconsciously, her insteps tensely, her toes curled up, hooked on the white bed sheets.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qing flexed his fingers in a daze.
Realizing that he had regained control of his body, he slowly opened his eyelids.
He opened his eyes blankly, his vision was a little blurry due to tears, and his mind was also confused.
The only thing that was clear was that my underwear was cold again.
After a long while, Wen Qing lifted the quilt and looked down.
Again, again…
Wen Qing got up in a daze and rushed into the bathroom.
After taking a shower, his heavy mind began to work.
Something seems wrong.
How could he do that for two days in a row?
Wen Qing wiped his body quickly, and asked the system stutteringly in his heart: [System, do you sleep at night? ]
001: [……]
001: [I am not a human.]
No need to sleep.
Wen Qing thought for a moment and asked again: [Will you turn off your phone at night? ]
001: […No.]
Wen Qing exhaled and continued to ask: [Well, well...did you see anything last night? ]
001Don't speak.
Wen Qing was even more nervous now, his face turned pale: [Is there really something there? ]
There won’t be any ghosts, right?
001 was silent for a moment, and said to him: [No comment.]
There must be something wrong with things that cannot be said.
Wen Qing's face turned pale, and he asked again: [Will there be ghosts in that human-level copy? ]
[Is it okay to ask this question? ]
001: [No.]
Wen breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there wasn't any ghost.
He put on a T-shirt and continued to think, if there were no ghosts...
These two nights he was either dreaming or there was... someone?
A chill rose from the soles of Wen Qing's feet.
He inevitably linked the sexual harassment text messages to what happened that night.
Wen Qing shuddered, hurried out of the bathroom, turned on the computer placed on the bed, and quickly browsed the facial recognition records from last night to this morning.
No one showed up at the door after he went to bed.
It is even more impossible for anyone to climb up to the 12th floor.
Wen Qing stared at the computer screen, frowning slightly.
So he just had a nightmare?
Suddenly, there was a click.
Someone opened his door.
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat. He walked carefully to the bedroom door, opened it a crack, and looked out.
Xing Ze stood at the entrance, looking at the wet head behind the door in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing let out a long sigh, leaned his head against the door, and said with lingering fear: "I thought there was a thief."
Xing Ze explained: "I called you but no one answered, so I just came in."
Wen Qing whispered, "I was just taking a shower."
As he said that, he opened the door and took a step outside.
The cold wind blew across his testicles, and Wen Qing's body stiffened.
He forgot to put on his pants!
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed and she turned and ran into the bathroom.
His T-shirt was not long, barely covering his buttocks. As he took a step, the corners of his shirt fluttered, revealing his fair and tender lower half.
Perhaps because she had just taken a shower, Wen Qing's body was flushed.
Xing Ze's throat moved slightly, until the bathroom door was slammed shut with a bang, he came to his senses, turned around and went to the living room to drink two large glasses of cold water.
Wen Qing put on his pants and stood at the bedroom door in a daze.
Did Xing Ze just see his butt?
Have you seen the others?
It shouldn't be a big deal if men see each other, right?
…………
After comforting herself for a while, Wen Qing walked to the living room with a red face and asked Xing Ze nonchalantly, "Don't you have to go to work today?"
Xing Ze sat on the sofa and smelled the scent of shower gel on his body. He felt an inexplicable heat rising in his heart.
He drank another large glass of water and explained, "I was busy all night last night and just came out of the bureau."
Xing Ze put down the water cup, tilted his head, and looked at Wen Qing's face at close range, and was stunned.
Wen Qing has fair skin, with obvious dark circles under his eyes. For some reason, the corners of his eyes are tinged with red today, giving him an inexplicable sensual aura, like a captivating ghost.
Seeing Xing Ze staring at him without saying anything, Wen Qing asked blankly, "What's wrong?"
Xing Ze looked away with difficulty and asked, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Wen nodded lightly and whispered, "I've been dreaming."
His voice was a little hoarse, and Xing Ze couldn't help but imagine what he had dreamed last night, which made him feel a little bit amorous today.
"What did you dream about?"
Wen Qing said slowly: "Nothing."
Fearing that Xing Ze would continue to ask, he quickly changed the subject: "Have you found any clues?"
"No," Xing Ze shook his head and said to him, "No other part of Yao Qian's body was found on the entire street, and no clues were found in the phone."
Wen Qing exclaimed: "What should we do then?"
Xing Ze: "We can only start checking every household in the community now, and search the entire city to see if there are other body parts."
The Nancheng community is not big, but not small either, so it would obviously take a lot of time to check every household.
Wen Wei frowned slightly and asked softly, "Will it take a long time?"
Xing Ze nodded: "It does take quite a while."
"There is another clue, a new disappearance case has appeared before this."
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, not knowing what to say.
The phone vibrated. Xing Ze glanced at the screen and said, "By the way, I came here because of my uncle's matter."
"How did my uncle know that you were doubting him?"
Wen Qing recounted what happened yesterday.
Xing Ze was slightly startled, a little surprised: "Is my uncle angry?"
Wen Qing whispered, "He must be angry, he doesn't even smile."
Hearing this, Xing Ze chuckled and said, "This isn't the way my uncle would be if he was really angry."
Wen Qing tilted his head in confusion. His hair was not dried and hung wetly by his ears, revealing the slightly red tips of his ears. He looked unusually well-behaved.
Xing Ze felt a little itchy in his heart, and his fingertips moved slightly: "Maybe my uncle is just trying to scare you."
Wen Qing blinked: "I also apologized on WeChat, but he ignored me."
Xing Ze chuckled and explained, "I just went to my uncle's house. My uncle went abroad for a meeting and took a flight last night. I guess he didn't see any news about you."
"I'll probably get back to you when I see it later."
"Don't worry, my uncle doesn't bear grudges."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and opened WeChat to take a look.
Ji Yu hasn't replied yet.
Xing Ze couldn't help but touch his head: "Uncle likes to drink red wine, I'll order a bottle for you."
"When the wine arrives, I guess my uncle will be back from his business trip. You can go to his house and apologize to him in person."
Wen nodded and thanked him quietly.
For the next three days, the neighborhood was unusually peaceful, and no more bodies were discovered.
Wen Qing still couldn't sleep well at night. He felt like he was being possessed by a ghost every day. He checked the surveillance records at the door but found nothing.
Wen Qing did not receive any more harassing text messages from X, so he put the matter behind him.
On Friday morning, he yawned as he read the news on the Vancouver city's official Weibo account.
It’s about the progress of the hand in the flower bed. The police have not found any clues, so they encourage the public to report actively and there will be rewards for providing clues.
Wen Qing glanced at the comment.
[So whose hand is it? ]
[I heard that it was one of the girls in the missing case. ]
[What is going on with the disappearance? Is there a serial killer? ]
[If it’s a girl, she might have been abducted. My neighbor’s daughter also disappeared more than ten years ago and has not been found yet. ]
[No one will go missing this month. ]
…
Halfway through reading, Wen Qing received a call from the courier, asking him to go downstairs to pick up the package.
They said it was a valuable item and required my ID card to sign for it.
Wen Qing walked to the main entrance of the community and saw the courier’s tricycle.
The courier boy was placing the delivery box and asked, "What's it called?"
"Wen Qing."
"Yang Fan."
As soon as Wen Qing spoke, he heard a steady male voice in his ears.
He turned his head and saw a man in his thirties, who was also looking at him with an awkward but polite smile.
Wen Qing also smiled awkwardly.
The delivery guy took a quick look, took out a box and handed it to Wen Qing: "Wen Qing... is this wine?"
Wen nodded gently.
The delivery guy looked surprised and asked curiously: "What kind of wine is it, Maotai?"
Wen Qing shook his head: "Red wine."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man named Yang Fan said, "The Merlot from Petrus Winery is very expensive."
Wen Qing didn't know anything about wineries, so he responded dryly.
The courier looked at Yang Fan and asked, "Yang Fan?"
"Your delivery is..."
Yang Fan smiled and said, "What a coincidence, it's also red wine."
"But it's not from Petrus. I didn't order it."
As he said this, he glanced at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing didn't look at him. Holding the heavy packaging box, he said dryly, "I'm leaving first."
Just after entering the community, Yang Fan's voice sounded behind him again: "Do you live here too?"
Wen nodded gently.
Yang Fan introduced himself: "I live in Building 1, 13th floor."
Wen Qing paused and turned his head to look at him.
Yang Fan was wearing casual clothes, with regular features, a kind temperament and polite conversation.
If it were in the past, Wen Qing would have had a friendly conversation with him.
But now, when Wen Qing saw this person who came up to say hello for no apparent reason, only two words popped up in his mind - murderer.
Wen Qing looked at Yang Fan warily: "Are you okay?"
Yang Fan touched his nose and smiled, "I don't have any other intentions, I just want to find a drinking buddy."
Wen Qing pursed his lips: "I don't drink, this wine is for others."
"I see," Yang Fan smiled, "Sorry, I misunderstood."
Wen Qing hummed and walked quickly into the building.
He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the gaze behind him was a little burning, staring at him.
Wen Qing didn't dare to look back and quickly pressed the elevator button.
Third floor, second floor, first floor.
"bite--"
The elevator door opened and suddenly someone hugged his waist.
Wen Qing was so scared that he jumped up and almost dropped the wine.
"Brother?" It was Ji Sheng's voice.
Wen Qing exhaled, pushed Ji Sheng away, and leaned against the elevator: "Don't scare me."
Ji Sheng looked at him strangely: "Brother, what happened?"
The elevator door slowly closed. Wen Qing looked outside and found that Yang Fan was nowhere to be seen.
He explained softly: "I met a strange person."
Ji Sheng asked, "How strange is that?"
Wen Qing spoke the truth: "He came to me for no apparent reason. His name is Yang Fan. He said he lives in Building 1. Do you know him?"
“I don’t know him,” Ji Sheng shook his head.
Wen Qing pursed her lips and reminded Ji Sheng: "You should also be careful when you are alone. Don't talk to strangers. Boys should also pay attention to safety outside."
Ji Sheng burst out laughing: "It's my brother, be careful."
The elevator quickly arrived at the 11th floor.
Wen Qing quickly asked, "Is Uncle Ji home?"
Ji Sheng: "Little dad said he has already got off the plane and will probably be here soon."
"Do you have anything to do with Big Dad?"
Wen nodded lightly: "Yes, I'll be down later."
Ji Sheng: "Okay, goodbye, brother."
After returning home, Wen Qing opened the express delivery, washed his hair and took a shower.
I waited until eight o'clock in the evening, thinking that Ji Yu had finished his meal, and then I went downstairs again.
The person who opened the door was not Ji Yu or Ji Sheng, but Xia Yansi.
Wen Qing called out cautiously, "Uncle Xia."
Xia Yansi glanced at the red wine in Wen Qing's hand, turned around and took out a pair of pink slippers from the shoe cabinet.
Wen Qing changed into slippers, sat on the sofa, looked around, and did not see Ji Yu.
He asked quietly, "Is Uncle Ji not here?"
Xia Yansi said calmly: "He and Ji Sheng went to feed the cat and will be back soon."
Wen responded lightly, lowered his eyes, and tugged at the corner of his clothes unconsciously.
Suddenly, he felt Xia Yansi's gaze on his face.
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she raised her eyes cautiously, just in time to meet Xia Yansi's dark eyes.
He stammered, "Uncle Xia, what's wrong?"
Xia Yansi stared at his face: "Have you not had a good rest recently?"
Wen Qing responded and whispered, "I didn't sleep well last night."
Xia Yansi asked casually, "Did you have a wet dream?"
Wen Qing stared at him blankly, her face turning redder by the second.
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