It was almost evening, and there was no sunset, and the clouds were floating in the sun.

There is no spring and autumn in Guangzhou, only winter and summer, especially when it starts in October, the weather changes unpredictably.

I was wearing only pajamas, maybe I was awakened by the cold in the early morning. At noon, the temperature suddenly rose to 30 degrees, making people dizzy.

There have been raining rains recently, and the air smells of moss.

Fu Yinger lowered her head and walked through the seafood market, passing by the corner of the alley blocked by the police, and didn't even take a look.

She had taken off her sweater and put it in her schoolbag. She was wearing only a simple vest and had delicate sweat marks on her neck.

When she walked into Fu'an Community, she went up to the seventh floor, and finally felt a little calmer. She took off her mask, took out the key and opened the door.

Fang Qing was still at home. She was going to work part-time at the pharmacy, but after all, something happened at home and the other end of the pharmacy was on bereavement leave.

In the past, she was the only one at home.

It's rare to have dinner with my mother.

But it was because my father died.

Her eyes turned a little red, and she screamed softly: "Mom." She turned around and hung the anti-theft chain. Fang Qing walked over and hugged her from behind, and the mother and daughter snuggled together.

"Have you met Dad?"

"Um……"

"Dad... how is he..."

Fang Qing's eyes turned red again and she didn't say anything.

The dinner was very simple. Without opening the stove, the two ordered a takeaway and another bowl of clear soup and vermicelli, but they didn't finish it.

Then it's about doing what you should do.

Fang Qing flipped through the phone book page by page, called Fu Sizhe's relatives to inform him of his death and the time of the funeral. He spoke with a nasal voice, and his hands holding the phone were shaking.

Fu Yinger didn't go back to her room. She didn't want to be alone, so she did her homework in the living room.

At eight o'clock, Fang Qing stopped calling. Fu Yinger also put away her homework. The mother and daughter sat on the living room chair without saying a word.

They look nervous.

The next second, Fu Yinger's phone rang.

She stood up and took out her cell phone. The screen was filled with an unfamiliar phone number. The mother and daughter looked at each other, and Fu Ying'er's fingers moved on the screen, but she didn't answer.

The fifth time the ringtone rang, the call hanged up.

Fu Yinger ran into the room, took out an old-style mobile phone from her schoolbag, and hurriedly pressed to turn on the phone.

Fang Qing ran to close the balcony door and windows.

The boot screen just ended and the phone rang.

"Good evening...the cute Miss Fu Yinger."

On the other end of the phone, the person who was talking smiled gently and charmingly.

The corners of the mouth seem to be grinning to the ears.

Fu Yinger pursed her lips, turned on the speaker, and then turned the sound down to the point where only the mother and daughter could hear it.

"Is it a demon...sir?"

"At some specific times... I hope you call me 'Lan Silin'."

Mr. Demon is in a telephone booth, surrounded by a vast crowd. Only the old Shidodian in the distance is lit up in the dim light.

"Lan Silin..." Fu Yinger murmured: "Is this the name of 'you'?"

"This is just a small ritual necessary to integrate into human society."

Mr. Demon smiled meaningfully:

“I don’t have a ‘name’.”

"No name..."

"This is a long story, let's talk about the serious business."

Lan Silin asked:

"Miss Fang is here?"

Fang Qing responded nervously: "It's here."

"How is the situation today? Have the police come to see you?"

"Yes... they came to investigate the scene and moved the computer in the study."

"Did you ask where you went at the time of the incident?"

"Yes, I will tell him that Ying'er and I went to Tianhe as you said."

"Did the police ask you for any evidence?"

"Some... I sent him a screenshot of WeChat payment. He also asked me for a stub for the movie ticket."

Mr. Demon grinned.

"Then have you put the movie tickets into your trench coat pocket as I told you...?"

"Yes, I did."

"That's good. Have they ever doubted anything?"

Fang Qing thought for a while and said:

"They asked me if I had cleaned the study, and I told you the truth."

The other end of the phone seemed to have taken a breath, and the tone was gentle.

"Very good. Miss Fang...you have done a good job. Don't worry, Miss Yanshi and I will solve the next thing for you."

Fang Qing responded, looked at Fu Yinger, and pursed her lips.

"Wait! Mr. Blue..."

The phone that Mr. Demon is about to hang up is hanging in the air.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"May I ask... what are your plans next? Can you... tell me and Ying Er?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a while.

"Sorry, Miss Fang." Lan Silin laughed:

“To make the plan complete smoothly, the less you know, the better.”

He paused, as if he had remembered something:

"By the way...if nothing unexpected happens, the police should pay more attention to you from today. Today's inquiry will not be the last time. But please don't worry, just provide as little information as I said...and then, everything will be answered truthfully."

Finally, he said with a final conclusion:

"Safe to worry... you mother and daughter will be safe. Remember to turn off the phone."

The phone is just busy.

The street was dim, the telephone booth opened the door, and the thin figure walked towards the depths of the deserted street. By passing by the dim street lights that flashed and faded, the blurred figure gradually became clear.

He smiled.

The head and hands were wrapped with bandages.

It was already 9 o'clock when I returned to Cuiyuan's apartment.

Liu Yanshi didn't go home.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa watching TV. She was wearing a white split pajamas. Her upper body did not cover her belly button, but her lower body was just shorts.

Hearing the sound of the door shaft turning, she raised her head, her bangs drooping, revealing her smooth forehead. Her cheeks were filled with potato chips, like a hamster standing upside down.

"You're back."

Her tone was as enthusiastic as the hostess in the room.

Mr. Demon stood at the door, blinking with fun.

"What are you standing there?" Liu Yanxi asked.

"I recalled it carefully and I probably didn't ask for special services before going out."

Liu Yan looked at him twice and knelt up from the sofa, with her body hanging down on the backrest, and her smile was sly, and the fairy looked like:

"I can."

Mr. Demon blinked again and vaguely heard another voice in his mind shouting "I can't" like a bipolar cry.

He stretched his waist and decided to do the job first. He walked over the living room sofa, sat down in front of the workbench, raised his legs and put them on the table.

Liu Yanshi asked:

"Doesn't you feel pain?"

She refers to the wound on her head and hands. Mr. Demon glanced at the broken bedroom door of his bedroom, grabbed the gripping hand, and couldn't hold it tightly. He said helplessly:

"pain."

Liu Yan looked and blinked:

"Then I'll go down and get you painkillers?"

"No need." Mr. Demon smiled: "I have a better way to relieve pain."

After saying that, his head tilted and he fainted.
Chapter completed!