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In the dim wine cellar, wine cans fell one after another, the glass exploded, and it was deafening.

The wines of a high number rushed rushing, and the narrow space was filled with a strong alcohol smell, pungent and choking.

Zhen Yi understood everything, it was Qi Hongdou.

Not only was the killing, she beat the 5-year-old Ai Xiaoying to the top of the blood and strangled it alive, she was the anti-social saying.

In order to protect his daughter, Cui Fei and Qi Xingyuan marry grandpa. Qi Miao knew the truth, so she burned to death.

There is also Qi Mian. He also appeared in the resort villa that day. If he noticed something wrong, he would be too uninsured. This matter will only end if Qi Mian has done to replace the dead ghost.

He knew the truth, but wanted to send his son to death.

Dirty! dirty!

Zhen Yi was sick with nausea.

The glass jars cracked in batches, and alcohol scrubbed the floor.

She wanted to rush up the stairs, Qi Hongdou had lit the lighter, and the blue flame was beating in her hand. Zhen Yi couldn't move anymore, and touched the shortcut key set by her phone to Si Gui, but there was no signal.

She faintly panicked, hurriedly pushed the frame upside down, and climbed up to avoid getting wine on her body. A high concentration of Volga, although burning to the end will leave a part of the water. But by then, the wooden structure in the wine cellar had all been lit.

She saw Cui Fei standing behind Hongdou: "Are you going to kill me?"

"You know too much." Cui Fei's expression is exactly the same as that of Red Bean, and he is more resentful. "You didn't want to force me to die just now?"

"Hongdou has psychological problems, why don't you discipline her? She escaped once, did she escape all her life ?! She's just a child, she won't even go to jail. You should take her to the doctor."

Cui Fei said: "I will not hand over the red beans, nor will I let the outside world label her a witch. I will be scolded and despised in my life. Living in the accusations of others will make life worse than death! Life. If they want to blame, they blame their bad lives. Hongdou is born to overcome them. "

"Zhen Yi, the biggest difference between me and you is that I am willing to destroy everyone for my loved ones."

Zhen Yi and Cui Fei could not communicate. Reasonable hopes are shattered, fears are coming, and I want to say, "Even if you kill me, someone will doubt you."

But after all, he didn't want Si Gui, Jiang Jiang and Yang Zi to die unexpectedly, and ...

There are words.

When she thinks of him, her heart seems to have been ripped hard, and her wounds can't be increased, and she wants to cry out loud.

Dying? Never see words again?

What is he doing now? Ready to sleep, or read a book quietly in front of a floor lamp? Thinking of how he looked down safely, she couldn't breathe in pain.

Don't want to die.

Want to marry him, want to sleep with him, and want to have a baby with him

"Cui Fei," Zhen Yi tried her best to hold her breath, but couldn't help choking. "You can't kill me, no. Don't kill me." As soon as he started, tears burst out.

She wants to say something, she doesn't want to die.

Cui Fei didn't say anything, didn't move, and lowered her eyes.

Qi Hongdou's expression was indifferent: "Maybe it won't burn."

Hand throw.

The metal lighter dingdong fell, the blue flame flickered, and the water spread like waves.

Zhen Yi shrunk in shock, and her heart was instantly grabbed by fear, without consciousness.

The cellar door closed.

The fire was gentle at first, like the wine fire of the fire pot, beautiful, not sharp, small and short, and the light blue flame fluttered with the waves.

But soon, the wooden wine rack was on, and the flames climbed up to lick the ceiling.

Zhen Yi knelt on the glass frame, fearful as if covering her mouth and nose with both hands, she held her head tightly, shivering non-stop, and tears twirled in her eyes.

I want to run, but my feet ca n’t move, who tied her feet,

Who is crying sadly: "Mom, save me. I am here, I am here!"

The wine rack collapsed, the ground was shaken, more wine canisters fell, crackled, and sparked a bigger spark.

The frame and glass under her feet began to shake, suddenly collapsed and shattered, and the debris ran across her legs, blood flowing, but she could not feel the pain.

She just hugged her head and shivered.

The smoke was so choking that she couldn't open her eyes and kept crying, but she gradually lost her expression.

Will suffocate?

Her eyes were blank and she murmured, "Sister, why didn't you come to rescue?"

"Zhen Yi!"

Words of speech? Did she hear it wrong?

Zhen Yi's eyes instantly focused and raised his head sharply. In the wine cellar, blood was gleaming into the sky, and fireworks were foggy.

"what!"

She screamed in pain and looked down, her legs were full of glass and blood. When was it hurt?

"Zhen Yi!"

"Speech!"

She breathed thick smoke before speaking, the air was hot and she coughed violently,

"Words! Save me. I am here, I am here!"

Before the words fell, Yangla opened the door of the wine cellar, and saw the fire beneath the thick smoke, seeming stunned for a moment, then turned away.

Zhen Yi was stunned, her mind was blank for a moment, and she couldn't believe her eyes. That is the speech, but he ran away?

The heart fell into an unprecedented abyss, gritted his teeth, and burst into tears:

"Speech, you **** of TMD!"

The voice fell, and the words appeared again. This time he was soaked, what he was holding, and he jumped down the stairs.

The wine rack collapsed behind him. He threw himself from the fire and wrapped her with a wet bath towel, like a baby, and even wrapped his head.

Cool in the fiery air.

He took her into his arms, and her tall body covered her.

He was all wet and cool.

Zhen Yi hugged him, crying wowly, but suddenly relieved.

The charred wooden frame crackled and cracked, Zhen Yi was shocked, raised his head on tiptoe, and looked over his shoulder, only to glance at her, pressed her head and pressed her back to her chest.

"Um" her mouth was stuck in his chest, and there was no sound.

He hugged her too tightly.

He patted her shoulder and his voice was a little dumb: "Don't be afraid." Born to be uncomfortable by nature, it sounds jerky and clumsy.

Zhen Yi was stunned, her nose sour, and she was surrounded by warm water.

Like him for so long, so long, worth it.

Yange covered her nose with a bath towel, and also lowered her head to cover her nose and mouth. The two cheeks were separated by a damp layer of cloth.

I wonder if it was because of the high temperature of the fire, his body was scary and his cheeks were red. Breathing in her ear, you can feel a strange temperature even across a wet towel.

What she just asked, he spoke, and his voice was not clear through the towel: "What did you just say about me? Hmm?"

Zhen Yi: "..."

Son of a bitch.

"Is it time to ask this? How do I get out?"

"It seems that I can't get out." He was slightly regretful. "It seems that the adult meat is to be grilled."

Zhen Yi: "..."

What are you doing here?

Just about to attack, but heard the sound of falling sand.

Someone outside poured mud into the cellar.

Policemen? No, the police should use a fire extinguisher

Zhen Yi looked up sharply: "I know you have a way." After that, he buried his head in his arms again, rubbing the rubbish, that little voice, that little eyes worshiped the ambiguous, naked eyes, staring at the stars, writing the body Xu.

Speech: "..."

People outside quickly paved a road with the dirt in the yard.

The smoke in the wine cellar was filled with words, which helped Zhen Yi to go out. Zhen Yi was roasted with heat, his head was dizzy, and his eyes couldn't be opened, and he just snuggled beside him, following his firm and steady footsteps.

Suddenly burst beside him.

Zhen Yi turned her head and saw that the wood burned open, wrapped in flames, and hit her.

She couldn't even think about it and was pushed away violently. In Yu Guangli, those who put out the fire stared behind her in shock, and rushed past quickly.

Where she could not guess, she turned back in panic.

Yan Ge knelt on the ground, a big hole was burned in the left arm of the shirt, and the shelf was kicked aside by others.

Zhen Yi flew and rushed over: "Let's see!"

"What's so beautiful?" He held her bath towel in his right hand on one side of his body, wrapped her tightly in a circle, put her hand on her shoulder, and fixed it. "Go."

The words continued, and he coughed violently.

Out of the cellar, go downstairs to the living room.

Several men stood solemnly, and a police siren could be heard not far away. Si Guili stared at Cui Fei beside the sofa. When Zhen Yi came out, he came to check it, and he was greatly relieved.

Cui Fei sat pale on the sofa and saw the disfigured and embarrassed Zhen Yi, unable to lift his head; but Qi Hongdou, extremely quiet and calm.

She was dressed like a princess, her shoes were Hermes, her skirt was DG, and her hairband was Chanel. However, her brothers and sisters even Qi Miao are outstanding, but she looks like Qi Xingyuan's old sperm quality decline.

Zhen Yi couldn't help but look at Qi Hongdou again. She looks really uncomfortable. Her forehead is flat, her jaws are huge, her cheekbones are the same, her skull and face are uneven, her eyes are slightly slanted, and her head is strange.

Zhen Yi was inexplicably shocked, and suddenly remembered a word she had seen: born a criminal!

Out of the door, Zhen Yi asked: "How do you know I am here? Because you knew it was Qi Hongdou?"

"Yes." Yan Ge's voice was low, walking slowly, and the pressure on her shoulders increased.

"Then don't say it early, I won't wait until I'm ready to bake it from the sky, do you watch more movies, or do you want to eat me? Well, if you want to eat, don't have to do this, just say it, you are not. Start talking about tuberculosis.

"Zhen Yi" he screamed at her in a huff,

Zhen Yi's shoulders sank, her feet became soft, and she nearly fell.

A moment ago, his head was lowered and all the weight was on her.

Zhen Yi turned her head in shock, his head drooping on her shoulder, his eyes closed, his face pale.

"Speech!" Zhen Yi quickly turned around and hugged, but he was not strong enough. He sank all over and bent her, "Speech, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

When the truck hit before, he was n’t lightly injured to save her, but he did n’t tell her

The chief culprit, Zhen Yi, sitting at the hospital bed and confessing. One of those who kept his speech was particularly bad at Zhen Yi. He said that the speech had been rubbed by the car, and he was not badly hurt. He had to run and listen.

After the court hearing, I heard that she was going to surrender, and to accompany her again.

Enough tossing was enough, it was dark, and everyone was in the hospital.

Worried that an excited public would stare at someone because of news damage, and the person staring at her said she drove to the resort, so

The words on the bed were pale as paper. Sleeping, his eyebrows silent, without a trace of pain. He has always been like this, even quiet in his pain.

Zhen Yi was lying beside the bed, her fingers resting on his palms, and gently drawing circles. His palms have distinct lines, and the love line does not diverge. It is very long and long all the way.

She traced the line and muttered: "It clearly cares about me so much, why keep the distance?"

When he was sober, he felt his hands tickle, like bugs crawling and feathers scratching; his eyes fell to his side, and he saw Zhen Yi's head, back to him, and he sighed and talked to his palm.

She was really a tuberculosis, and when she was in a good mood, she could not stop her mouth.

For example, at this moment, she is in a good mood:

"They're not sure, but I think it's pretty accurate. The love line in your hand is so long, indicating that you are a long-selling person, and mine is also a match."

Words felt that she smoothed his hand, and the little hand touched his palm, slowly closed, pressed tightly, and fit.

She looks at the probe:

"Eh? Yours is longer than mine, how is it possible? Oh, because your hands are bigger than mine, or does this line not represent love, but represents Tintin? Haha."

"..."

He was so sick that she was in a good mood.

She pressed his hand and took her fingers to measure it section by section, he didn't understand. She stopped and said to herself: "Stupid, why do you want to measure it, and haven't seen how long it has been."

There is an unconsidered statement: the length of a man ’s palm is proportional to that.

"..." She also believes that there is no scientific basis?

Words moved his finger at the right time.

"Are you awake?" Zhen Yi was startled, like a frightened bear.

He was indifferent: "No, back to the light."

There is still a mood to talk back, and it looks good.

Zhen Yi immediately bowed her head, frankly wrong: "I'm sorry, it hurts you to take risks for me, I'm wrong, please forgive me." The words are as sincere as endorsements, but in fact there is no apology, grinning halfway,

"You can do whatever I want."

"It sounds like you earned it." He could see that she was very happy at the moment, her mouth always raised at forty-five degrees, and the smile on her eyebrows couldn't be closed.

The expression was a little sudden, so that she would be happy. He didn't think it was a commendable thing to rush into the fire to save her, but she was so happy and laughed so silly.

Her hand was still held by her, and her words were drawn lightly, without moving.

"Why don't you let go?"

"I'm talking to your hand." She touched his hand as if smoothing the animal.

"I'm here, what do I say to it?" Sometimes, he really couldn't understand her thinking.

"You don't listen to what you say, and your hands are connected to your heart, so you will listen to your heart." Zhen Yi said normally, not sad at all.

The words were silent.

Where did he not listen, clearly heard every sentence into his heart.

If she asks questions now, what year, month, day and when she said something to him, he can answer accurately without thinking.

Zhen Yi touched his hand to play, and his heart moved without warning, bowing his head and printing a kiss on his palm. Her breath was sprayed on his palm, wet and hot.

He didn't move, nor did he withdraw his hand.

Fingers moved, trying to touch her face. For too long, too long, he still remembered the touch of her cheeks, soft and smooth.

I want to touch it.

The knock on the door interrupted.

Three times.

"Yu Xu," he said.

The next second, Yan Xu and An Yao came in together.

Zhen Yi greeted: "Hi, words come true."

Yan Xu originally only looked at the words selectively, and was suddenly named by Zhen Yi out of nowhere, standing like a frightened puppy, his black eyes staring at Zhen Yi for a few seconds, Mu Mudi Response: "Oh, Zhen Yi."

Zhen Yi did not embarrass him, looked at: "An Yao."

"Well." An Yao smiled lightly, neither close nor alienated.

The ward fell silent.

Words do not speak; words are autistic; An Yao does not speak;

Zhen Yi was at ease, while making a circle in Yange's palm, and asked, "Does the burn on the arm still hurt?"

"No pain."

"Really?" She poked on the bandage.

"..."

A whisper of silence: It hurts now.

"Did the doctor say that she would leave a scar?" She was concerned.

"It doesn't matter whether you stay or not."

"How come?" She glared. "It's not nice to have scars."

"Oh." He thought it didn't matter if it didn't look good.

Zhen Yixiao: "It doesn't matter, I don't like it. I like it too."

"..."

He thought that she was really going back and forth, contradicting herself.

Having nothing to say, Zhen Yi held her cheek and stared at his gauze, slowly shaking her head and shaking her head for a long time without being bored.

What she thought, her eyes turned, and the bad idea came again:

"Well, it seems that the poke is bleeding."

"Ok."

"Does it hurt?" She actually poked again.

"Fortunately."

"I'm light." She pursed her lips and smiled.

"..."

"Why don't you make a noise, uncomfortable?" The smile on her face widened.

"..."

An Yao turned his head to look out the window, but did not expect Zhen Yi to say something quietly to the language, which sounded so subtle and suggestively subtle.

He didn't understand Yan Xu.

Yange had long felt that she was fooling around and raised her eyes, she smiled brightly.

"Zhen Yi you ..." His ears were red and he didn't say anything.

Zhen Yi laughed, took the rose-red marker from the bag, hugged his arm, and wrote on the gauze.

With a stunned expression, he immediately broke free, Zhen Yi tightened his arms and hugged tightly: "What are you going to do? Just write a sentence, good, no pain, no pain." He shouted to him pretendingly.

Words blushed.

It doesn't hurt, but his arm is buried in her chest with a soft and smooth touch, like gelatin, like silk wrapped around his arm.

He got a hot face and earned a bit, but the result was deeper

He was stiff and motionless.

Zhen Yi wrote on the bandage, he only saw his hand against her chest, and the meat was depressed by him.

The heat rose up, his ears had a fever, and he immediately looked away. As soon as he looked up, he turned his head back in silence, silently. The expression is saying beware.

"Speech (heart) Zhen Yi." Zhen Yi finished, let go of him, "Eh? Why are you blushing?"

"It's a little hot," he said immediately.

"Then turn on the air conditioner." Zhen Yi turned her head, "Yan Xu."

Yan Xu sat on the side of the coffee table, Mumu raised his head, looked around, and looked at An Yao: "Ru Sheng, the remote control is beside you."

Rusheng?

Zhen Yi is strange, An Yao changed his name?

An Yao turned on the air conditioner and looked at Zhen Yi: In this way, she and Yan Yan were about to be together.

She really didn't like Zhen Yi, and was dissatisfied from the perspective of her loved ones.

But, it seems that some things are unstoppable.

Not to mention. Just be together.

If this is the case, she should probably talk to Zhen Yi once, although unlike her character, everything is not important for her words.

Zhen Yi didn't pay attention to An Yao's gaze, and asked Yan Zhengzheng: "Yang Ge, you must know Long Brosuo's natural criminal theory?"

Yan Jie at a glance saw her thoughts: "You want to say Qi Hongdou."

"Well, she is the antisocial personality you said."

"No."

"No?" Zhen puzzled.

"According to the classic saying of psychologists, a person will only form a personality when he is an adult, so we will not call minors an antisocial personality." He said quietly, because of rigor, listening to authority and inexplicably sexy, and That is, conduct obstacles. "

"Then, she has impediments to conduct. Such a person, in fact, has no empathy ability, and will not be bound by rules and emotions?" Zhen Yi raised her eyebrows habitually. "But she is so small, so dark from where she came from Psychology. And, just looking at her just now, I thought of Long Brossau ’s natural criminal, did she have a similarly weird appearance. So wondering if she would be too. ”

"Do you believe this theory?" The rhetorical question asked, "I believe that crime exists in genes, will it be inherited?"

"I don't believe it. But I checked a lot of cases at the time and found that some of the murderer's children did." She suddenly said nothing, and said it was like discrimination.

Yan Yan rubbed his eyebrows and said lightly: "In fact, Long Brosuo later revised his point of view, thinking that in addition to congenital reasons, there are also acquired factors, thus forming a comprehensive theory of criminal causes."

Zhen Yi was wrong and blushed slightly, shrugging embarrassedly: "I was totally attracted to the novel idea of" recognizing criminals by looking at looks ", and didn't remember anything else."

"The novel viewpoint itself is easy to attract attention, but speaking, Long Brosseau's viewpoint is a considerable impact on the nature of human nature." Yan said, "As for me, I do not think that human nature is good or evil. So , Family, school, and society are particularly important. "

"Oh, I know."

Zhen Yi threw out her tongue, turned on the TV, wanted to pick a joyful show for speech, but unexpectedly saw a piece of news

Cui Fei was arrested for arson and wounding. The police found a large number of videos and photos of young girls in Qi ’s and Qi ’s computers. According to Qi ’s confession, Qi Miao found that he was a child pedophile, threatening to ask Qi ’s 20 shares and killing him. Woe.

So far, Ai Sakura has not been mentioned.

Cui Fei, Qi Xingyuan, really powerful.

In order to hide the truth about Qi Hongdou ’s killing of Ai Xiaoying, first use Grandpa ’s condition to involve Zhen Yi; after Zhen Yi suspected and obtained the recording, he planted a grandpa that failed, and instead framed Qi Miao; Qi Miao knew the truth and they used Qi Mian and Qi Miao's disagreement, experiment one at a time, provoking, until the opportunity arises, start accurately.

They even thought about killing Zhen Yi.

Once the crime was revealed, the error was immediately frank.

As for the video and photos of Qi Xingyuan's young girl, is he really perverted **, or did they make painstaking preparations in advance, waiting for Ai Sakura's incident to be revealed, he has sufficient motive to kill Qi Hongdou for the crime?

Is the "souvenir" soaked in the wine cellar owned by Qi Hongdou alone, or is it shared with Qi Xingyuan?

Damn, how can you reveal the truth?

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