Master Fu's metaphysical wife is out of the circle

Yan Zhen came home very late that day.

After changing his shoes and entering the door, he saw Fu Yan sitting on the sofa on the first floor.

Seeing that Yan Zhen finally returned home, he immediately stood up to greet her and took her coat: "Is it cold outside? I have added some thick clothes to your cloakroom. Wear more when going out in the future."

Yan Zhen said thank you, and after finishing the hot pot, he was full of smell.

She hurried upstairs to take a bath, and Fu Yan followed her, helped her find a change of clothes, and even helped her dry her hair after taking a bath.

Yan Zhen was a little tired and accepted his favor without saying a word.

Fu Yan went to take a shower after she finished taking a shower. Yan Zhen frowned slightly and looked at the time on his phone. It was almost eleven o'clock.

When she was at home, Fu Yan must have taken a shower long ago.

Why is it so late today?

And he seemed very idle. From the moment he walked in until now, all his thoughts were focused on her.

When Fu Yan came out of the shower and dried his hair, he did not go to bed immediately. Instead, he brought Yan Zhen's water glass to the bed: "Are you thirsty?"

"kind of."

Yan Zhen took the wine glass and drank in small sips.

Fu Yan stood by the bed and waited for her to finish drinking. He took the cup and put it away before climbing into the quilt.

Yan Zhen stared at his profile for a long time, wondering if it was her imagination. She always felt that Fu Yan was a little worried about gains and losses during this period.

She crawled over and sat on his waist. Fu Yan's eyes immediately turned red, with tolerable and restrained lust in his eyes.

Yan Zhen lightly tapped his forehead with her finger: "Actually, if you are interested in metaphysics, you can tell me directly. I can teach you. I am willing to teach you everything I know."

Fu Yan used to hate metaphysics.

Until the last time I was in the ward, I saw the man binding Yan Zhen's soul with magic and forcibly awakening her.

He felt that that thing could not only deal with ghosts and monsters, but also save people.

And Si Zui was right, Yan Zhen was a powerful warlock, but he didn't know anything, which made him feel like there was a big mountain between him and his wife.

This feeling made him very frightened and worried about gains and losses.

Yan Zhen gently unzipped himself and kissed Fu Yan's lips little by little: "Husband, let me let you feel the feeling of spiritual cultivation."

...

It’s autumn in Suzhou, and the nights are very cold.

People who love sports like this weather very much.

The convenience store owner checked the time and closed the store.

I changed into sportswear, long pants and shorts, and started running along the street at night.

The street was chilly, the air was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, and dynamic music was playing in her headphones. She was in a good mood and ran along the street to the park.

There are many sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the park and the street lights are bright, but there are fewer people.

Looking at the dim street lights, she suddenly felt uneasy.

It felt like a vine stretching out from the darkness to wrap itself around her.

She was so frightened that she turned around and ran outside the park. At this time, a black mist invisible to the naked eye rushed towards her, completely engulfing her in a darkness that could not be illuminated by street lights.

When the woman walked out of the park, her face was already lifeless.

She crooked her neck and walked forward. A van passed in front of her and quickly backed up.

The car window rolled down, revealing a man's face with a bad smile: "Sister, are you alone at this late hour?"

The woman ignored her and continued walking forward as if she hadn't heard anything. Her eyes were empty, as if she hadn't heard any sound, and she didn't even turn her eyes.The man driving the car hit a wall and felt unhappy.

The rear window door opened, and the yellow-haired man glanced at the roadside and sneered: "Is there something wrong with your eyes? Do you want an old lady like this?"

"What do you know? My old aunt has a good figure! Look at the lordosis and posterior protrusion, it must be very useful."

Huang Mao didn't pay attention. He stared at the woman and then looked around.

I found that there were no pedestrians or cars on this empty street.

"Where are you going, sister? Shall we give you a ride?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Pull over and tow it up."

Sure enough, the van stopped.

The driver rubbed his palms together and walked up to the woman excitedly.

The woman was blocked from the road, and her dilated pupils slowly focused on the man in front of her.

When their eyes met, the man also smiled and put his hand on the woman's shoulder: "Sister, it's so late, let's play together!"

As he said that, he pulled her to the car.

The woman's face was still expressionless. She slowly turned her head and looked at the car, followed the man obediently into the car, and the van started again.

Huang Mao in the back seat looked at the woman, without saying anything, he reached out and pinched her front.

I originally thought that the woman would resist or even scream, but unexpectedly, the woman didn't react at all, as if she was pinching her.

Huang Mao was very happy: "This woman has a really good figure. She seems to have a problem with her head. She must have been separated by a mentally ill person. We have found a treasure."

"Mental illness?" When the man driving the car heard this, he immediately lost interest: "Forget it, I have principles. I don't like mental illness. Who knows if there are other illnesses?"

However, before he could finish his words, Huang Mao in the back seat had already pushed the woman down.

The car started to sway on the street, and the man driving the car was so angry that he dropped his fist on the steering wheel: "Damn it, why don't you wait? I'll find a private place and you can start again."

I bought a chartered car and drove all the way to the suburbs.

Huang Mao had already surrendered, and he leaned on his position with satisfaction: "Damn, I have never used such a top-notch product in my life, the experience is simply heavenly."

"Really?"

The driver impatiently stopped the car and got into the back seat.

The car soon began to sway.

At the Gusu Suburban Police Station, at six o'clock in the morning, the operator received an alarm call: "Officer, two people died in the van. Come quickly."

A murder occurred early in the morning.

The operator woke up from his drowsiness and immediately reported to his superiors to call the police.

There was a van by the river in the suburbs, with the door wide open.

There were two men lying in the car. They were naked and their lower bodies were dripping with blood. They were dead in a miserable state, but the expressions on their faces were very peaceful, and there was even a smile on the corners of their lips.

A police officer covered his nose and said, "These two men looked like lovers. They were so crazy. Did they inhale something before they died?"

When a normal person is abused like this, the expression on his face must be very painful and distorted.

Unless they took some hallucinogenic substance that made them unable to feel pain.

A police car approached from far away. Liang Yuanzhou got out of the car, glanced at the scene and ordered the deputy: "Find out the driving route of this car. All the people and places that the deceased had been in contact with during his lifetime must be carefully checked." .”

This investigation led to the discovery of the convenience store proprietress.

Looking at the closed convenience store, the police officer immediately felt something was wrong and said, "Go to her house, quickly."