Being His Little Fox

Song Yi walked into the elevator happily, his footsteps a little unstable.

She leaned against the elevator wall and stared at the ceiling with her head up, her eyes hollow.

Her heart seemed to be pulled a bit, as if flying black ashes instantly entangled her whole person.

Uncomfortable and depressed, she felt like a tree branch in the icy sky and snow with too much cold snow, instantly crushed, sinking into the cold on the ground, and being wrapped tightly by ice and snow.

The whole blood seemed to be coagulated.

Song Yi suddenly squatted down against the elevator wall, hugged himself and buried him between his knees, bit his lips fiercely, and sobbed.

Li Wen frowned, squatted down and asked her what's wrong.

Song Yi didn't speak, but cried.

People who came and went up and down the elevator looked at her with strange eyes.

Li Wen was at a loss, as if he was the scumbag who had bullied Song Yi.

Time did not know how long it had passed, Song Yi just stood up slowly and walked outside the elevator.

Li Wen quickly followed up: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yi opened the door of the apartment and changed his shoes blankly: "It's okay, I suddenly want to hone my acting skills."

As she spoke, she looked at Li Wen leisurely: "How did you act? Did you see any emotions?"

Li Wen: "This..."

The heartbreaker made him want to cry.

"I will pack my clothes and go."

Song Yi left after speaking, as if dragging himself, his emotions were not high.

Li Wen licked his lips and felt more firmly that Song Yi was looking for a psychiatrist to see herself.

...

In the mountains, the trees are lush, everything is wet, the more you go up, the deeper the fog, the more blurred your vision.

The temperature in the whole mountain is relatively low and quiet, but there are bird calls from time to time. Except for bird calls and rain, the mountain has a sense of death that can permeate everything.

The car stopped on the muddy road, and as soon as it stopped, the heavy rain arrived instantly.

The reporter outside was waiting.

Tang Si pulled the door of the car, and a damp wind blew on his face with rain and poured into his clothes, which made people tremble.

The report was made by a survey team. Only two men in their thirties remained, one named Hu Jun and the other named Hu Yan, a pair of brothers.

Tang Si held the umbrella, and the rain slapped it hard.

The horizon is pale and bright.

The shadow on the person is inexplicably eerie and gloomy.

Tang Si held the umbrella with one hand, with the other hand in his pocket, his expression calm, his head tilted slightly, "Lead the way."

All the way is muddy, the shoes are covered with mud.

When he arrived, the child was lying quietly in the ravine, surrounded by weeds.

Wrists were stained with blood and smelled of blood.

There is also a stench.

Wang Jinliang and Lu Yu put on all the equipment and went to examine the corpse.

The two of them are forensic medicine, forensic medicine forensic, and physical evidence. They are both.

This is a valley, and usually no one will come.

Tang Si watched them go down safely, withdrew his gaze, raised his eyes, and asked Huo Yang, "Why did you find him? Geographical surveys generally judge the load-bearing terrain. Isn't it suitable for building?"

The question hit the nail on the head, and the tone was serious and cold.

Hu Jun said immediately: "Because..."

"I was asking him, not you." Tang Si frowned and interrupted him coldly.

Hu Jun looked at Tang Si, and his heart trembled by his cold attitude. It was obvious that his tone was not yelling, even very indifferent, but he was instantly horrified.

He didn't speak any more immediately.

With the sound of rain crackling, Tang Si's peach blossom eyes were cold, and he became even more chilled in the rain curtain. His eyes looked at Beard Yang, and his thin lips squirmed again: "Why?"

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