Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

In fully intelligent mode, no one can control it again except her.

This time, there should be no problems.

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night.

In the dead of night.

The sound of water rippled in the backyard, and the sound of lapping water could be heard from time to time.

The large basin originally filled with raw meat was carelessly discarded on the lawn.

The cold, clear water has undulating waves and ripples.

In the dim light, the light from the second floor is reflected, clear and silent.

The cold, salty and wet water vapor rises, and the tail looks like a silvery fish tail sprinkled with diamonds, quietly hiding under the water.

Snow-white body, beautiful and flawless face.

The beautiful mermaid, who looked like an underwater elf, was leaning against the edge of the pool, raising her head and looking in the direction of the lights on the second floor.

The dangerous and charming blue eyes are like an evil beast hidden in the abyss of the sea.

Staring in that direction in an extremely strange way, her beautiful and rose-red lips, like petals, curved just right.

Neither deep nor shallow, just like a ghost.

In the study room on the second floor, the person who was flipping through the information frowned and didn't notice.

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She is looking for a book that details piranhas.

This book is very old. She found it with great difficulty from the National Archives.

The above records and research on piranhas are the most detailed and true. It is the largest and most complete record book in existence.

But now, somehow, she can't find it.

Obviously, she put it on the desktop with other information.

Yun Si searched back and forth no less than ten times.

The book was indeed missing, not even a trace of it was found.

I originally wanted to take a closer look to familiarize myself with the habits of piranhas, but it turned out...

She put her hands on the table and glanced around.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, turned sideways, and glanced at the trash can.

……nor.

She was a little confused.

Can a broken book grow its own wings and fly?

This didn't make sense, so she didn't give up and turned over it again.

The tabletop was messed up, so she went under the table to look for it.

Checked everything carefully.

Finally, when she checked the corner next to the table leg, her movements suddenly stopped.

Qingming's eyes fell on a silver thread lying quietly in the corner.

Silver thread...

Slender, soft, and familiar... hair.

She stared for a long time without moving.

She was silent and watched as she reached out and picked it up carefully.

Quietly staring at the silver hair on the tip of his finger, you can't even notice it unless you look carefully.

The light under the table and chair was dark and slightly dim, which made the hair glow slightly in the darkness.

Extremely soft and extremely soft.

She watched quietly, her fingertips shrinking silently.

silence.

Deathly silence.

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midnight.

It was very late, and the lights in the building were finally turned off.

She slept.

Inside the house, everything was silent and plunged into endless darkness.

There was no human voice, no disturbing noise.

In the warm and quiet bedroom, the floor-to-ceiling windows that connected to the sunlight were closed tightly, and the curtains were also closed.

The artificial moonlight outside blocked out the room, making the room even darker, as if it had been swallowed by a giant beast.

The temperature control system is still working normally, and the temperature inside the room is a comfortable 24 degrees.

On the bed, the slender person was covered with a white quilt, lying on his side with his legs curled up.