Chapter 1031 (2)

The scene turns to the daily work of Tian Gang and Wang Dali. Perhaps it is the relationship with Qiu Xue that has changed Tian Gang, who has always been very cowardly. He mustered up the courage to confess to Wang Dali that he is already with his dream goddess.

This conversation between the two continued the cold humor style at the beginning of the film. Colton and the other four in the audience were not in the mood to laugh. Only when Wang Dali jumped up in despair and said that he wanted to break up with Tian Gang and wanted to leave immediately but the elevator was delayed and he could only be furious, did they barely pull the corners of their mouths because of this exaggerated and funny performance.

"——It's okay, I will try my best to deal with what Dali said." In the window seat of the milk tea shop, Tian Gang looked at Qiu Xue with concern, "As for you, is it really okay? Have you tried to call the police?"

"Yes, there is... But for things like stalkers, the police said that there must be actual harm before they can send the police." Qiu Xue lowered her eyes in embarrassment.

"How could this happen?" Tian Gang was a little disappointed and unhappy, "If something really happens, it will be too late."

"Yes... But after all, nothing substantial has happened now. It would be too much trouble for the police to protect my personal safety all the time..." Qiu Xue's hands twisted the skirt tightly.

Tian Gang sighed, and after a while, he said:

"Otherwise, Xiaoxue, why don't you stay with me for a while? Don't go back to the apartment for now. It's better to hide when people come to the door."

Qiu Xue thought for a few seconds and nodded gently.

At night, a bicycle slowly rode to the door of one of the townhouses, and it made sporadic "squeaking" sounds from time to time during the process. It was obviously a few years old.

The round aperture swept across the small flowerbed near the front door. A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes got off the old-fashioned bicycle, holding the handlebars with one hand and a flashlight in the other hand, and went to the corner next to the door to park the bicycle and lock it.

If the audience in Longguo were watching now, they would definitely be able to guess the profile of this new character from the small details revealed: suspected to be an employee, with a decent family background, his bicycle has not been changed even though he is old, he is a little nostalgic, and he should be a gentle and down-to-earth company cadre. In a word, an honest man from a well-off family.

But Damon's focus is not here. He has already developed some psychological shadows about this shadowy dark green. Seeing the overall atmosphere at this time, he has an ominous premonition in his heart.

The employee took out the key and opened the door.

The rather impressive double-opening security door was opened on one side. He relaxed, locked the door, put on slippers, and sighed to relieve his fatigue in a familiar and stable environment.

"Wife, I'm back from overtime-"

The employee took off his suit jacket and walked to the living room, sniffing lazily, "Hmm? It's a bit spicy. What are you cooking tonight?"

He stopped.

A young man with light brown hair was sitting at the dining table a few meters away. He seemed to be eating. He was disturbed by the sound and raised his head from the plate and turned to look over here.

"......?"

The clerk blinked in confusion. The expression of the man opposite him was too natural. For a moment, he thought he had entered the wrong house.

After confirming the decorations in the house again, the clerk asked blankly: "Uh, who are you?"

Mosen looked at the person who came, but didn't speak, his cheeks still moving.

After chewing the food in his mouth, he put down the fork and walked to the kitchen without saying a word.

The clerk was stunned and couldn't understand what was going on at the moment.

He scratched his head with the hand that didn't hold the briefcase, and continued to walk into the house without knowing what was going on. He took only two steps and felt like he fell into an ice cellar, and his pupils shook violently.

In the shadow of the sofa, a woman was lying face down on the ground with messy hair. Her face couldn't be seen, but the styles of her underwear and home clothes were very familiar. She was undoubtedly his wife.

The camera swayed with the shock of the clerk, and passed over the woman's bare shoulders, dishevelled top and seemingly naked lower body.

Boom.

The briefcase fell from his hand and hit the floor.

The clerk knelt down tremblingly, looking at his wife's miserable state, his hands helplessly suspended in the air and trembling, trembling for a long time without daring to reach out to check her breath.

Mossen walked out of the kitchen.

Reddish-brown shirt, baggy boxer briefs, two thin bare legs, and a knife in his hand.

Random update tonight. There will be no omissions before tomorrow afternoon, please feel free to do so.