In the dimly lit corridor, the drunk snake was wrapped in a raincoat like coat with only one pair of eyes. He strode past. His eyes at the moment gave people a cold feeling, like granite. I didn't wear sunglasses, and the scar on my eyes was particularly ferocious. It had never entered my hair.

All of a sudden, there was a scream not far away, followed by hysterical yelling and smashing. The drunken snake's feet stopped, and the suddenly bright light at the corner hit his eyes. His pupils contracted violently, as if they had crossed a cold streamer.

Then he saw the blonde 15 leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his hand. He turned his head and looked at him. His face was unreal in the smoke. Li's shrill laughter and miserable shouts in the opposite room were more and more harsh. The drunk snake could not help frowning.

Fifteen's lips twisted a little. I don't know whether he was laughing or mocking: "I called the doctor. He would come with a tranquilizer. You'd better not go in and provoke him now. "

The drunken snake hesitated for a moment, looked around the door of the house, and stood still.

After playing the cigarette ash, Junxiu's eyebrows suddenly flashed with sadness: "I think he has gone crazy."

The drunk snake seemed to have no reaction. He was stunned. Then he turned his head and looked at the young man carefully: "who? Li

Fifteen's mouth showed a smile of unknown meaning and narrowed his eyes, which made him look very calm. His soft blonde hair and snow-white skin made him look like a compassionate angel. Fifteen said softly, "Shh, listen."

Even though the sound insulation effect of the metal door was excellent, the crazy loud laughter and abuse inside was still clearly audible. The drunk snake recognized that the madman was R. Lee, and he could not help frowning.

"Why are you dead?"?! Why? Ah... I don't believe it. It's impossible. I'm God. I'm God! Good... Shh... Don't cry, don't cry, you have a chance to live forever, you can have the world with me, Shh... "

"Why?"

"Shh, I can do it, I can do it... No one can beat me! no one! No one can kill me... Do you want to kill me? Do you want to kill me? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Another rush of footsteps came, and soon, the doctor appeared in a hurry. After listening for a while, he nodded his head and took a deep breath. With five fingers flying, he entered the password next to the door. The door opened, and the volume of scream and scream immediately increased several times. The drunk snake could not help but step back.

Fifteen's look still did not move, the two men stood opposite. After a while, the sound inside slowly calmed down. The drunk snake sighed and went around fifteen, intending to go in and have a look. Fifteen but suddenly said: "you did not kill him, but let him crazy."

The drunk snake suddenly turned around and looked at fifteen with a sneer: "why, do you want to avenge him? 15、 Think about your ability and then... "

Fifteen didn't seem to hear what he said. His eyes were staring at the ground, and his voice was very light: "I don't understand why he had to get back the way he used to be, and let anyihu get back the way he used to be. Can he only win but not lose all his life?"

The drunk snake snorted: "don't you understand? Maybe that means you're not crazy He ignored fifteen, turned and strode into the heavily guarded room. The entrance is full of medical equipment. Further inside, a dried body is lying in a large pool. The pool is full of green liquid, and there are many naked men hanging. Some of them are scared to incontinence, some of them are covered with blood, and some of them have fainted.

"Doctor" carefully put R. Lee, who had passed out of sleep, on the wheelchair and pushed him out. Syringes and other messy things were all over the ground. Li's hat fell off, revealing his frightening half skin and half metal head and leaning to one side.

The "doctor" had a deep cut in his arm, and his white sleeves were dyed red with blood. He nodded to the drunk Snake: "please take care of the aftermath."

The drunk snake glanced at the mummy like corpse in the pool with its mouth wide open, and pressed down the feeling of nausea: "he suddenly went crazy because... He failed again?"

The doctor was silent for a while, sighed: "he has not been successful, but the change of anyihu has made him unwilling to give up... You say that Mo, where did the dead old man hide that thing?" As he said this, he stared at the drunk snake without blinking. "What do you say?"

The drunk snake raised his eyebrow and gave him a sinister look: "how do I know? You should ask the dead man

"Doctor" that looks quite honest and honest public face appeared a little less public expression: "the dead is always the one who can create miracles most. If it is not for the accident in the desert, no one knows that the old immortal actually mastered the secret r pursued all his life. Tut, people can't be beautiful. Although it's a bit disrespectful, I don't think r has a good eye for choosing partners. "

"You might as well say you don't like me."

The doctor shook his head and sighed: "I don't know what you want. R doesn't ask. He believes in you, and I believe in him for the time being... But don't you think you've done too many superfluous things?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't mean much. First, let's kill the heart patient for you, and then kidnap the little girl in secret..." "doctor" pauses, "and the strange things you've done recently... In the name of Li - like killing someone?"

"Are you watching me?" The drunk snake was staring at him, biting his teeth and spitting out these words.

"Doctor" Pi xiaorou said to him: "what Li wants is to copy the whole process of that year, but you secretly killed he Jingming, brother Judas. You're too brave to do it yourself."

The drunk snake clenched his fist and pinched his fingernails into the meat.

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When Mo Cong woke up, Anjie was packing in the living room. On the dining table is still steaming breakfast. Anjie's neck is hung with a string of hemp rope pull ring. His shirt sleeves are rolled and put aside. There are two buttons on the collar. With ragged jeans and half length hair, Anjie looks a bit out of the mainstream. Mo Cong suddenly felt in a very good mood and couldn't help laughing.

As soon as Anjie looked up and saw him, he raised his chin to the dining table: "wash your face, and eat after washing."

Mo Cong stuck his face on, put his arm around Anjie's waist from behind, and buried his face on his shoulder. He rubbed like a big dog, took a deep breath, and said vaguely: "how can I feel so unreal..."

"Then go back to sleep."

"I got you like this... Originally, I planned to fight for eight years and then be in the early stage for a long time."

Anjie's face is blue.

Mo Cong didn't wait for his attack, so he jumped away laughing and ran into the bathroom. By the time he came out with water droplets in his hair, Anjie had already finished packing the suitcase, neatly put it aside, sat at the dining table, holding a map book in his hand, but his expression was a little absent-minded. Mo Cong sat opposite him and filled himself with milk: "what's the matter, going out again? Where are you going this time? Do you have family members? "

Anjie didn't answer. Her fingertips closed gently, her elbows were on the table, and her brows wrinkled slightly, as if hesitating.

"What's the matter?" Mo Cong felt that there seemed to be something different after he woke up.

"I'm here..." Anjie points to her temple. "I should have forgotten something. These days, this feeling is more and more obvious, especially last night - I suddenly remembered that I remember the wall with mechanism in front of my backyard and when I went down."

Mo Dun, of course, knows what Anjie means. Anjie has forgotten the cause and effect of some things. Song Chang'an has told him that he still remembers the doctor's meaningful expression lying on the hospital bed. Then he says to himself, "maybe he'll be willing to remember it one day, and he'll be willing to tell you." he's a little nervous for no reason: "and then?"

"I can't get away from Song Chang'an," Anjie sighed. "I'm not so easy to accept psychological hints. If I really forget something, I should take the initiative, but... Now it seems that someone is copying the situation at that time, trying to force me to think about it."

He is the one who knows him best. Mo Cong's brain turned quickly, but his hand didn't stop. He spread jam on the bread slice, and then naturally handed it to Anjie: "what are you going to do?"

Anjie looked at the plate in front of him in consternation. When it came to his mouth, he suddenly couldn't remember it. He pursed his mouth uneasily: "er... You don't have to..." he picked his eyebrows and thought it strange. Don't rush to see a little pink on the tip of his ears.

The young man laughed: "what do you think you might forget?"

An Jie was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head very slowly: "I can't think of --" he seemed to be hesitant. Mo Cong had never seen him so uncertain. "It was because he couldn't think of it that he felt that he had no bottom in his heart. Now the question is not whether I want to remember it or not, but that my memory has been restored. "

Mo Cong finally swallowed the sentence "what do you think of?" he put bread into his mouth without a mouthful, waiting for the other party to take the initiative to say it to him.

"I should have met my father in the secret passage in my backyard... Strangely, I remember that his eyes were black, but in that confused and somewhat lost memory, he actually had a pair of rare gray blue eyes. What does that mean?"

"He wanted to hide something." Mo said without hesitation. He took a sip of milk, put down his glass, crossed the table, and grasped Anjie's hand. "Anjie, listen to me. You hid this memory from Dr. Song himself. Dr. Song told me that night before he died..."

Anjie's eyes widened.

"I thank him." Mo Cong interrupted him with a wave of his hand. "I thank him for believing in me - he said you are protecting someone. I don't understand what he means and why you do it. But if you still believe in yourself ten years ago, be careful." He laughed. "I'll follow you anyway."

Anjie could hear something trembling in her heart.

"You are my wife."

The atlas in Anjie's hand flew over his head - Mo hung back with a smile.

Facts have proved that Xiaojin's two or five eyes do have their own uniqueness. When Mo Cong was still a little angry youth who everyone could not stand, and Anjie was used to pretending to be calm and calm, she decided the two people's attributes in one word - a loyal dog and a proud and charming one.