Zixi waited for the rabbit in the house.
She thought about it, if someone really recruited the soul of the original owner, that person would definitely come to collect the corpse, and then give the corpse an excuse to take poison and commit suicide, so she mixed up the matter.
In the case of a collapse of public opinion, no one will come to force a shameless woman.
Even if someone finds that there is no scar on the body and the cause of death is very strange, they will turn a blind eye and pass when they don't find anything.
Who allowed the original owner to be morally corrupt and despised by the whole society?
For the sake of today, there is only one way to wait.
Relying on the frozen food and some vegetables left in the refrigerator, Zixi wandered around the house for three days.
I didn't dare to watch the TV for fear of missing any movement.
In the silent world, fortunately, there is a tablet for her to spend time.
However, no matter how interesting the game is, it can't withstand three days and three nights of continuous play.
And in the silent world for three days and three nights, in the end, Zixi only felt a stuffy breath in her chest, so swollen that she wanted to tear her chest and roared.
She knows very well that this is caused by not being exposed to the outside world for a long time, and if it is more serious, it will be a stage of schizophrenia.
It would have been better to have a pen and paper, and she could draw to vent her emotions.
But God knows that in such a big room, I can't even find a blank piece of paper and a pen, how much I don't like to study Zixi opened a lip gloss of a foreign famous brand and continued to paint on the bathroom floor-to-ceiling mirror.
It didn't take long for a blood-red mirror painting, often seen in horror films, to take shape. succeed with flying colors Zixi shook off her sore hand, threw the used lip gloss into the trash can on the side, and sighed heavily at the mirror, satisfying to see that the lip gloss had inhaled water vapor and became more red.
Pat your face and go to sleep Not long after Zixi fell asleep, the fingerprint lock at the door made a very soft ticking sound, and a person walked in.
This person was wearing a pair of inconspicuous but high-quality practice cloth shoes, and his steps were a little hurried, but he still didn't make a sound.
He walked to the door of the master bedroom in three or two steps, the door was unlocked, and he could vaguely see the delicate curves of the person lying on the bed.
He hesitated, but walked in.
He didn't sit down on the edge of the bed, but just probed the snort of the person who got out of the bed with his hand.
Although he could hear breathing in the doorway, he made sure again.
She's fine.
He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the sleeping man on the bed in a daze.
The curtains were not drawn, and the light of the building outside reflected the whole room a little.
She just likes such a lively and bright place, so she chose this place as the nest of love in the first place.
She didn't know that he couldn't sleep as soon as there was light.
How many nights did he just watch her sleeping face with his eyes open, and even if he didn't fall asleep, he could be in good spirits the next day.
Now, he draws the curtains tightly every night, but he can't sleep all night.
She was as pure as an angel when she was asleep, but unfortunately, she was no longer his angel.
He shook his head, stumbled out, and accidentally hit a door, and the voice-activated light in the master bedroom bathroom came on.
The sudden light made him look at her reflexively, afraid of waking her.
However, she still slept soundly.
Also, the lights of the commercial building outside are so bright, how can she be woken up by the light of the bathroom He retracted his gaze in loneliness, and when he raised his eyes, he suddenly saw the painting on the mirror, and was startled.
Who drew this He had a slight cleanliness habit, so he subconsciously took a few tissues and wiped them a few times before remembering that this might have been painted by her.
The remains of that lip gloss in the trash can are proof of this.
He propped his hands on the jade sink, hung his head, and smiled bitterly.
I was really stupid, as soon as I heard the man say that she was dead, he couldn't even tell the truth from the fake, leaving the entire crew behind, and hurried over.
He also asked himself why the man was telling him this, because the man was already incompatible with him, and there must have been a hidden purpose in saying this, and he would not be so kind to inform him.
But since he saw that message, his mind has been buzzing like thousands of bees, and it is already very good to think that this will be a game, where can he calmly analyze the other party's thoughts and purposes Since she was fine, he didn't want to stay here longer.
It was full of traces of her, and he didn't want to see her now.
Don't want to.
Not at all When Zixi rinsed her mouth and brushed her teeth the next morning, she looked up in a daze, and was so frightened by the painting she had painted on the mirror that she almost screamed.
She took two steps back from her grip on her toothbrushing cup, swallowed half of the toothpaste water, and then vomited nauseously a few times before she came back to her senses and came to her senses.
By the way, this is what I painted before going to bed last night, and the used lip gloss shell was still thrown in the trash.
She subconsciously looked down at the trash can, where a lip gloss lay quietly, and a few red napkins.
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Her first reaction was that her aunt was coming, but it wasn't right She looked up slowly.
Although she didn't know what she had drawn, she looked closely and saw that the top of the mirror had indeed been wiped off.
Could it be that someone came in after she fell asleep last night?
She tapped herself on the head in annoyance.
I knew it and kept going.
I didn't sleep a few days ago just to wait for that person.
Yesterday, for some reason, I didn't use my brain, and I went to sleep consciously as soon as it got dark.
It's good that I'm a pig, and I missed the best time Thinking that someone had quietly come in yesterday and knowing the fact that she was still alive, he didn't do it again.
Zixi really felt that she was fateful.
Judging from her experience, the person who came last night should not be the murderer.
Because according to the psychology of the murderer, when seeing a person who "he" thinks should have been killed by "him" and sleeping alive in front of "him", "he"'s first reaction should be to strike again, and immediately and immediately, because this is a good time for "he" to correct his mistakes without pressure.
So Now that he has been found alive, Zixi does not plan to hide it.
Even if the person yesterday was not the murderer, "he" is very likely to reveal the news that he is still alive to the murderer, so what is the point of her hiding, it is better to appear in the public eye and let the public be her bodyguard.
She remembered that Guo Chuchu did this during that mission, but she had no money at the time, and now, according to rumors, the original owner took a lot of money and transferred it to her parents' account.
Don't ask how others know about this, today's reporters are all amazingly powerful and should not be underestimated.
By the way, the reporter is fast wearing the soul probe :