"What's this?"
The girl raised her face, her innocent and confused expression clearly reflected in Tu Ye's eyes.
Qi Mian was just stunned for a moment and quickly adjusted her emotions. She believed that Tu Ye would not expose what she had done so easily. Maybe it was on a whim, or maybe he just wanted to see her reaction.
Sure enough, Tu Ye's quiet voice sounded: "A mannequin."
Qi Mian nodded and did not continue the topic. She quietly took her hand away from the female corpse. Although she was not that scared, the contact with the corpse was indeed very permeable.
The cold feeling seemed to be still attached to the back of her hand, which was a bit disgusting.
"Is it time to go to dinner?" Qi Mian changed the subject, guessing that it was almost time.
Tu Ye leaned lazily on the sofa, his arms resting on the back of the sofa behind Qi Mian, hugging her Xuxu: "It's still early, Lao Chen probably isn't ready yet."
Qi Mian sat upright and said happily: "Is there anything I can help with? I can cook."
Tu Ye stared at her eyes that could not even be found, and silently opened his mouth: "Okay."
"I'll take you to the kitchen."
This time, he didn't let Qi Mian leave on his own. He half-hugged Qi Mian, avoiding every clutter and dirt in the room, and took her to the kitchen.
…
Tu Ye was like a child who found a new toy. He began to help Qi Mian as her "eyes" and slowly watched her skillfully complete every step of the cooking operation.
"This is salt."
The man's broad palm wrapped the girl's hand and guided her to the container of salt, his voice as calm and patient as flowing water.
Qi Mian can indeed cook. She has lived alone for a long time and has some essential skills. She can also follow some tutorials on the Internet, and the food she cooks tastes good.
As long as she told her the ingredients and seasonings she wanted, Tu Ye would thoughtfully hand them over to her, and he could even tell her carefully and accurately about the cooking time of the pots and pans.
Qi Mian's back was close to Tu Ye's chest, the warm temperature lingered on her back, and the smell of cedar was lingering. She could feel that the other person's voice was coming from above her head, and their hands were almost touching each other. Never separated much.
Tu Ye knew how to cook, Qi Mian could tell.
But didn’t Sansan say that Tu Ye inherited a large amount of inheritance? When you were a child, you lived in a wealthy family and had servants and housekeepers to take care of you. Why did you still need to cook for yourself?
The final dishes were not so much made by Qi Mian as they were made by Tu Ye with the help of her hands.
She was a little discouraged, and her fair and tender cheeks were not sure whether they were steamed by the fireworks or caused by shyness, but the blush never left her face.
"Try it." Tu Ye said.
Qi Mian felt heat coming from his lips and opened his mouth subconsciously. When he realized it, Tu Ye had already given him a mouthful of shrimp meat.
OK, she was sure that this was indeed not the taste that her craftsmanship could produce. Qi Mian silently shed two humble tears in her heart.
[Host, don’t be discouraged. Tu Ye’s ingredients are all high-end and fresh, and they will definitely taste better than those made with ordinary household ingredients. ] Sansan comforted.
Although she was shy, Qi Mian admitted this. She lowered her head and said with some disappointment: "What I cook is not as delicious as what you cook."
Tu Ye didn't seem to understand what she said: "Huh?"
He laughed and patted Qi Mian's head dotingly: "Didn't we do this together?" Sometimes he acted like a normal and loving couple, not like they just knew each other. A few days ago, Qi Mian was still a blind girl who was bought.
But more often than not, Qi Mian felt that he just regarded him as a cat or dog he kept.
"Husband, when do you usually go out to work?" Qi Mian suddenly asked.
Tu Ye answered casually: "No time."
Every time he said he went out to work, it was not at the same time. Qi Mian suspected that when he said he went out to "work", he meant going out to kill people. She had to find out and find a way to stop it as much as possible.
"Where are they going? That kind of art exhibition? Or some company?" Qi Mian asked innocently.
silence.
The man seemed to be examining her, his invisible gaze almost boring a hole into her face. Qi Mian could barely maintain the natural look of confusion on his face.
"Where did you know about these places, Mianmian?" Tu Ye lowered his head and whispered in her ear. The hot breath sprayed on her neck, and his deliberately lowered voice caused a numbing feeling of ambiguity.
Qi Mian was startled. This seemed to be the first time Tu Ye called her name. She responded quickly and calmly: "I saw it on TV."
She smiled. "Qi Mian" did have an old TV set that he bought at home. Although it was a remote and backward village, it still had a signal.
Tu Ye responded, still not answering Qi Mian's previous question, but instead he proposed a new idea.
"Next time I go out, I'll take you with me. How about you working with me for a while?" Tu Ye said with his lips curled up, his eyes flashing with inexplicable excitement.
There seemed to be something weird... Qi Mian responded cautiously. No matter how bad it was, it was just being at a murder scene. She had already experienced it once.
There is nothing to be afraid of, Qi Mian comforted himself.
*
It's really what you say.
Qi Mian was brought to "work" by Tu Ye as she wished. She didn't know where Tu Ye took her in his car, but the distance was not far anyway, it seemed to be only ten minutes away, and then she entered a room where a voice sounded very strange. Closed room.
She had been sitting here for half an hour with a calm mind. During the process, she was constantly talking to Tu Ye, and from time to time, there were strange sounds that she could not describe in her ears.
Sansan told her that Tu Ye was disposing of the body.
To be precise, he was playing with corpses. By cutting, changing clothes, decorating, etc., he worked hard to create a perfect artistic scene.
The strange thing is that Qi Mian didn't smell any pungent smell, only a strong light floral fragrance, and a... damp earthy smell?
[Because he planted so many flowers here, and they are all fiery red roses, it feels like the whole room is surrounded by roses. ] Sansan answered the question.
Tu Ye told her that he was collecting inspiration for painting.
A dull sound suddenly exploded near her feet. Qi Mian was startled and couldn't help but pull her toes in. Then Tu Ye's comforting voice rang out.
"It's nothing, I just accidentally dropped the drawing board."
Qi Mian twitched the corner of his mouth, yes, the drawing board, the drawing board wearing clothes, she had to do something, she couldn't just watch Tu Ye playing with the corpse like this, her mission was to reform him.
"By the way, can you draw small animals? I once raised a little hare..." Qi Mian seemed to fall into some kind of beautiful memories and began to make up on the spot his love for small animals and his experience of living with them. Let’s start with that and then move on to caring for people.
Tu Ye listened to her quietly.
"Little animals are really cute, right? I've seen people who hurt little animals on the Internet before. Those kind of people are really..."
"Damn it."
"...Huh?" Qi Mian was stunned. She seemed to have heard Tu Ye say something.
"That kind of person deserves to die." He repeated, his voice as cold as ice.
