The scene switched to the daily work of Tian Gang and Wang Dali. Perhaps the interaction with Qiu Xue made Tian Gang, who had always been very cowardly, change a bit. He mustered up the courage to confess to Wang Dali that he had been sleeping with him in his dream. The fact that the goddesses are together.
This conversation between the two continued the cold humor style at the beginning of the film, but the four Coltons in the audience were in no mood to laugh anymore. They could only express their desire to break up with Tian Gang when Wang Dali jumped to his feet and wanted to leave immediately, but the elevator was delayed. When they could only be helpless and furious, they barely managed to hold their tongues because of this exaggerated and funny performance.
"——It's okay, Brother Dali, I will try my best to handle it." Tian Gang looked at Qiu Xue with concern in the window seat of the milk tea shop, "On your side, is it really okay? Have you tried calling the police?"
"Yes, yes... However, for things like stalkers, the police said that they must cause actual harm before dispatching the police." Qiu Xue lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
"How could this happen?" Tian Gang was a little frustrated and unhappy, "Wouldn't it be too late if something really happened?"
"Yes... but after all, nothing substantial has happened now. It would be too much trouble for the police to protect my personal safety at all times..." Qiu Xue tightened her hands on her skirt.
Tian Gang sighed, and after a while he said:
"Otherwise, Xiaoxue, why don't you come and stay at my place for a while? I won't go back to the apartment just yet. It's better to hide away since everyone is knocking on the door."
Qiu Xue thought for a few seconds and nodded slightly.
At night, a bicycle slowly rode to the door of one of the townhouses, making sporadic "squeaking" sounds from time to time. It was obviously quite old.
The round aperture swept across the small flower garden near the front door. A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes got off the old bicycle. Holding the handlebar in one hand and a flashlight in the other, he went to the corner next to the door to lock the car.
If the audience from the Dragon Kingdom were watching now, they would definitely be able to deduce the general profile of this new character from the small details revealed: he is suspected to be an employee, has a decent fortune, the bicycle has not been replaced even though he is old, he is a bit nostalgic, and he should be a kind and down-to-earth company Small cadres. In a word, an honest person from a well-off family.
But Damon's focus was not on this. He had already developed some psychological shadows about this vague dark green color. When he saw the overall atmosphere, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
The clerk took out the key and opened the door.
One side of the rather impressive double-door security door was opened. He relaxed and locked the door. Then he put on his slippers and let out a sigh of exhaustion in the familiar and stable environment.
"Honey, I'm back from working overtime——"
The clerk took off his suit jacket and walked to the living room. He sniffed lazily and said, "Huh? It's a bit spicy. What did you cook 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. When he was disturbed by the sound, he raised his face from the plate and turned his head to look here.
"...?"
The clerk blinked in confusion. The expression on the person opposite him was so natural that for a moment he thought he had entered the wrong house.
After confirming the decoration and furnishings in the room again, the clerk said blankly: "Uh, who are you?"
Mo Sen looked at the visitor without saying a word, but his cheeks were still moving.
After chewing the food in his mouth, he put down his fork and walked to the kitchen without saying a word.
The staff looked at it for a moment, completely unable to understand what the situation was.
He scratched his head with the hand that was not holding the briefcase, and continued walking into the house without knowing what was going on. After taking only two steps, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his pupils were shaking violently.
There was a woman paralyzed in the shadow of the sofa. Her hair was messy and she was lying face down on the ground. Her face could not be seen, but the style of her underwear and home clothes were very familiar. She was undoubtedly his wife.
The camera swayed as the employee was shocked, panning over the woman's bare shoulders, messy 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 condition. His hands were helplessly trembling in mid-air. He trembled for a long time and did not dare to reach out to check her breathing.
Mawson walked out of the kitchen.
A reddish-brown shirt, baggy boxer briefs, two bare legs like thin rods, and a knife in his hand.
Random update tonight. There will be no gaps in the content before tomorrow afternoon, so please feel free to do so.
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