The beautiful and miserable Black Moonlight is wrong for her

Chapter 33

What's more, she is the shining moon in the sky, and he is just a shadow reflected by the moonlight, how can he try to monopolize all her light.

The sweetness in the mouth gradually changed to a slightly bitter taste.

The beating heart gradually calmed down, he raised his head, saw his little shadow reflected in her eyes, and replied seriously, "It's very sweet, the flower cake my sister gave is the sweetest."

"Then do you like it?"

"I like it, I like it very much."

"If you like..." Si Yan handed the plate to him, "These are all yours."

Shen Yan was holding the crystal dish, and stood there in a daze, a little at a loss.

Until she suddenly approached, a light fragrance hit.

Like a frightened deer, he suddenly closed his eyes.

Then, the brunette soft hair suffered.

After being rubbed by her, a few pinches stood on the head in a daze.

"Puchi~" Si Yan couldn't help laughing.

Shen Yan opened his eyes cautiously, and saw the corners of her lips raised and the dimples on her cheeks.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The heart that had finally calmed down started beating extremely fast again.

"Why are you so stupid?" The voice approached with a hint of a smile, "Don't you want to eat? It won't taste good when it's cold."

Shen Yan came back to his senses, picked up a piece of peony flower cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

In the end, because he ate too fast, he was almost choked to death.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He coughed violently.

"Eat slowly, and no one will rob you."

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Dusk fell, and the sky was dark.

In Rose Manor, three furtive figures hide and hide in the dry flower field.

"Brother Liang, can you really find gold in those empty villas? Why do I feel that it's dark and a little scary here." A thin and tall man who looked like a bamboo pole stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of a bald man in front of him.

The bald head turned around and said impatiently,

"I'm afraid you will go back by yourself! Don't be a mother-in-law, what a coward!"

The thin bamboo pole shrank its neck, watching the completely dry flower stalks swaying in the night wind in the distance, like overlapping ghosts.

He couldn't help being even more afraid, trembling and pinching the bald sleeves in front of him, "Brother Liang, I'll follow you wherever you go."

The fat man who was exploring the way at the front turned his head when he heard the sound, and said with a smile: "Haha, monkey, you are too timid. Big men don't like this."

The thin bamboo pole was full of nervousness, "No, Brother Wang, these flower branches seem to be really moving."

"You kid, don't be suspicious!" The bald head raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, "It's windy, so you can't move!"

The head of the thin bamboo pole buzzed continuously after being slapped by that slap. He rubbed his eyes, and the irregularly shaking flower branches seemed to be swaying neatly from side to side with the night wind again.

With a dazed expression, he was almost half-dragged out of the dry flower field by his bald head.

When standing in front of the iron gate of a villa, the fat man stepped forward, clenched his teeth, grabbed the lower end of the iron gate, and pulled out the entire iron gate with a strong force.

He raised his hand and threw it vigorously, only to hear "哐嘡!", and the iron door slammed heavily on the ground beside him.

The crescent crescent hung in the sky, and under the brilliance of the moonlight, the three of them began to sweep around the villa like bandits entering the village.

The bald head walked down the spiral staircase, "Deng! Deng! Deng! Deng!" He went straight to the second floor, groped into the master bedroom skillfully, and rummaged around.

He rummaged through the drawers of the cabinet in the master bedroom for a while, but found nothing.

He doesn't believe in evil, how can a rich man not secretly hide some valuables?
After the end of the world, banknotes are completely indistinguishable from waste paper, and the balance in the bank card has directly become a string of virtual numbers.

Only natural currencies such as gold can still be circulated. Most importantly, gold can also be converted into official points and used in the base.

So, taking the risk of being caught by the patrol team after all this time, there must be some rewards anyway.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and carefully touched the pillow, the seam of the bed, etc., all the places where things could be hidden.

As a result, still nothing.

With the afterglow of the moonlight coming in through the window, he looked at the yellow, yellow and white splashes and spots of blood on the snow-white bed sheet, and murmured in his heart.

It is said that after the hostess of the villa was bitten to death by the hostess, he also turned into a zombie, and was finally taken away by the military of the base.

Now that they have all turned into zombies, the property in the villa must not have been taken away. Even if part of it was searched by the authorities under the name of unowned objects, there must be some leftovers.

How can I not find it?
Could it be hidden in a safe?

Where is the safe usually hidden?
Could it be-

He hurried out of the door of the master bedroom, and then went straight to the study room at the end along the corridor on the second floor.

As he got closer, he saw bright and dark circles of light shaking in the study.

This look is the light from the flashlight.

Is this, being preempted by others?

He tiptoed into the study, looking at the thin bamboo pole-like back, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be that timid and useless monkey!
Fortunately, it's not the fat man with infinite strength.

Now it's easy to deal with, as long as there is a little intimidation, the monkey will not get half of the things he found?
He stepped forward and patted the skinny monkey on the shoulder vigorously.

What is extremely strange is that, given that the monkey is as timid as a mouse, it didn't even jump up with a scream.

Instead, he stood quietly on the spot without even turning around.

Even the circle of light illuminated by the flashlight in his hand was still moving regularly on the wall.

so calm?Could it be that this kid's cowardice was all just pretending?
Thinking of this, the bald head put his hands on the shoulders of the thin monkey in front of him, trying to turn the other side around to face him.

then,

"Crack, creak—"

As if moving an aging wooden door, there was a tooth-itching sound.

It's too late to stop.

The bald head met a pair of eyes full of whites without pupils.

Two drops of blood and tears flowed from the eye sockets and slid down the green and white cheeks.

He let go of his hand in shock, took a few steps back and squatted on the ground.

Only then did he realize that the thin monkey's body was like a puppet on a string, only being turned by him to turn the entire upper body.

His toes were still pointing forward.

Moreover, his hand was still holding the flashlight tightly, as if it was being manipulated, it was shaking mechanically, and for a moment, the light from the flashlight directly passed the bald head's eyes.

!!!

"Help, help!" The bald head tremblingly got up, crying all the way, and ran down the spiral stairs.

"What are you panicking?" The fat man stopped him at the door of the villa, "What happened?"

(End of this chapter)