Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"..."

Yun Si quickly held him down with quick eyes and hands.

"No, it's daytime now."

The person behind him paused, his head seemed to be drooping.

Lying on her shoulder, like a wilted big cat.

"It's been a long time since we last met, and I wanted to..."

He lowered his voice and spoke softly.

Like cotton candy, the soft and gentle male voice sounded in her ears.

Yun Si couldn't help but touched his head and smiled,

"That's not okay. Young people shouldn't always think about those things."

"..." He didn't speak, and hummed reluctantly.

to express his dissatisfaction.

The chubby young man raised his dark eyes, and his gaze fell on the clock on the wall.

It's already ten o'clock, not too late, not too early.

He pursed his lips slightly and suddenly hugged her.

"……what are you doing?"

"No matter what, I want it."

He is extremely stubborn when he is stubborn.

Like a cow, it can't even pull.

Yun Si: "..."

…

…

When Song Zhiqiang returned to the hotel in a daze, the hotel owner was calculating the accounts with a calculator.

She looked up at him and exchanged greetings as usual, "Come back again? Only staying for one night this time?"

Song Zhiqiang stood at the front desk, dragging the sack, his eyes straight, as if he was stupid.

He didn't speak or answer, he just stood there, his expression dull and terrifying.

The boss was still pressing the calculator. After waiting for a while, he looked up when he found that he didn't answer.

When she raised her head, she was immediately frightened by his expression and stood up.

She put her hands on her chest and looked at him in a defensive posture, "Sir?"

"Sir?" He waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Song Zhiqiang remained motionless, as if he had been possessed by a poison, his two cloudy eyes looking straight ahead.

Even when the boss waved his hand in front of his eyes, he remained motionless and showed no reaction at all.

Like a soulless walking corpse, only the most basic breathing and walking reactions are left, and nothing else is left.

The hotel owner was a little flustered by his expression, and slowly picked up the mobile phone on the table.

Look at him and quickly dial three numbers on your phone.

"...Hello... hello, police?"

The boss covered his phone and whispered beside him.

Soon, Song Zhiqiang was taken away by the police who arrived.

By the way, bring his sack too.

When the two policemen took him away, the hotel owner heard a heartbreaking roar before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

The man who was as stiff as a corpse just now suddenly went crazy after being led out of the hotel.

When the two policemen were unprepared, they broke free and ran out.

Like a wild beast that had taken drugs and lost its mind, it rushed towards the crowd on the street.

His eyes were red and covered with terrifying bloodshot eyes, as if the two eyeballs were about to fall out in the next second.

There was no weapon in his hand, but his two fists were clenched tightly, and his neck was twisted and made a clicking sound.

There was a little boy with a lollipop in his hand and a schoolbag on his back. He looked like he was coming home from school. He was about seven or eight years old. Before he could see the person clearly, he was punched to the ground.

The fist was heavy and cruel, almost poisonous.

"ah--"

Women screamed, children cried, and the crowd began to disperse like birds and beasts.