Little green tea is too tempting, deeply trapped in the crazy criticism of ghosts Shura field

Chapter 97: Sharing a Bed with Others (5) The red color coming out of the tap... paint?
When this cheap couple who believed in the "you kill, I bury the body" principle returned home, the beautiful and virtuous husband was preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Yan Jinyue, the lazy but even more beautiful wife, was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

After following a third-rate melodrama for a while, she found it boring, but after switching channels many times, she didn't find anything she wanted to watch, so she gave up and simply switched to the local news channel.

The news station was reporting on the vicious serial murder case, just like the previous broadcast.

The murderer disemboweled each victim, took out their internal organs, laid out a word on the side, and placed a purple phoenix tail flower next to each victim.

It is extremely cruel and provocative.

These serial killers are usually extremely confident in themselves, which is why they use such a performative method to announce it to the world.

To them, this is not just killing, but a form of performance art.

The latest victim was discovered this morning. A caring citizen found him while jogging in the park and called the police. The crime happened last night.

Yan Jinyue was horrified when she heard this. She didn't expect that such an ordinary role-playing game could actually involve such a horrific and vicious case.

Fortunately, she only played a small editor of a fashion magazine, not a detective or a policeman who needed to hunt down a murderer.

Thinking of this, her thoughts became a little scattered.

Are there players like her in this world who play the role of detectives or police officers and need to solve cases?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was possible, so much so that she didn't respond when the man called her twice. It was not until he came over and picked her up by the waist that she came to her senses.

"The steak is ready, try it." Yan Qi put the person down safely before sitting on another chair.

"I can just go on my own."

Having to be carried for this entire journey made her look like some spoiled and frivolous young lady. Yan Jinyue felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, I like hugging you." The man blurted out naturally, smiling lightly, his eyes clear and gentle.

Yan Jinyue felt even more embarrassed. She lowered her head to cut the steak and was amazed after taking a bite.

The steak was fried to perfection, tender and juicy.

She looked at him, narrowed her eyes and "interrogated" him: "Admit it now, you are not an archaeology professor at all, you are a chef at a Michelin restaurant, right?"

Yan Qi smiled, "That's great praise. It seems my wife likes it very much."

"I love it so much, it's so delicious!" She squinted her eyes in enjoyment, like a cat that had found something fishy. If she had a tail, it would have wagged it a long time ago.

Yan Jinyue felt that her "husband" was perfect: he was handsome, had a good figure, was wealthy and generous, had a strong sense of service, and most importantly, had such superb cooking skills that both Chinese and Western cuisine could be considered top-notch.

If it wasn't in the game... in real life, she would be very happy to have such a husband.

"Are you really not a chef?" She asked with her head tilted and her big watery eyes open.

"I've never been a chef." He ruffled her hair and said with a smile, "But I've lived long enough, so I know more."

Hearing his old-fashioned tone, Yan Jin was amused, "You haven't lived long enough. You've only lived to be 20 or 30 years old."

The man didn't say anything, just smiled.

After eating, Yan Jinyue felt that she couldn't always "eat for free", so she offered to wash the dishes, but was grabbed and carried out of the kitchen.

"Let me do it. Your fingers are tender and not suitable for such rough work."

Although Yan Jinyue agreed with this statement, she still glanced guiltily at the man's fingers that were like works of art.

Cold, white and slender, with distinct finger bones and pink joints. Under the clear skin, veins were barely visible, and only when you buckle hard on her waist would they bulge out especially noticeably.

These are a pair of extremely beautiful, yet also extremely powerful and flexible hands.

As a person who is extremely picky about beautiful women's hands, she could not find any flaws, so much so that every time these hands were on fire, she could not resist.

The strange waste was clamoring in her head, she shook it but couldn't get rid of it.

When you are well fed and warmed, you will think about... What the ancients said is true.

Yan Jinyue took a few breaths, then took some clean clothes and went to take a bath. Only a bath could relieve her fluctuating emotions.

She turned on the faucet to test the water temperature, but her pupils shrank when she saw the color of the water.

Bright red.

Horrible bright red.

The water flowed through her fingers, gathered in gurgles on the tiles, and finally flowed into the floor drain.

She was stunned for three seconds before she remembered to scream.

"what happened?"

Yan Qi ran into the bathroom and saw the little girl wrapped in only a bath towel, standing motionless next to the shower, with her hand stretched out to catch the water. She was obviously frightened.

He walked over, turned off the faucet, and hugged her in his arms, comforting her in a gentle voice: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

"There is... blood... a lot of blood..." She raised her face, her eyes were red and her voice was trembling.

"It's not blood, it's just red paint." Yan Qi held her face, bent down, and leveled his eyes with hers. His dark eyes were gentle but firm. "It's just paint."

"Pigment? How could the pigment come out from here?" Yan Jinyue frowned, suspecting that he was lying to her.

"Have you forgotten? There's a painter upstairs. He modified the waterway without permission. Although it has been restored, it still malfunctions when it rains."

"Really?" Yan Jinyue blinked. Although this sounded outrageous, she didn't want to question it directly in order not to reveal her identity.

The man continued, "Smell it. If it's blood, shouldn't it smell bloody? Can you smell it?"

Yan Jinyue sniffed the air carefully, even sniffed her hands that had touched the "blood", and lowered her long eyelashes in confusion.

There is indeed no smell of blood, but it is not like the smell of paint either, it is light and clear. If I must describe it precisely, it is a bit like the smell of grass, the kind of grass smell after the rain.

It's still very weird.

But after confirming that it wasn't blood, Yan Jinyue wasn't so scared anymore. "If there's something wrong with the water pipe, how are we going to take a shower tonight? Should we find someone to fix it?"

"It's okay, I'll go up and ask him to close the valve." Yan Qi said.

He turned around and was about to leave, but someone grabbed the corner of his clothes and he looked back in confusion.

"Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

To be honest, she was still skeptical about Yan Qi's words, but she couldn't understand why he would lie to her. Was he afraid that she would be scared?
But no matter what the reason was, her sixth sense told her that it must be unusual.

It might not be a good idea for her to wait here alone, so it would be better for her to go with Yan Qi.

"Okay." Yan Qi agreed with a smile, and waited patiently for her to put on her clothes. The two of them took the elevator upstairs together.

This apartment building has a total of ten floors. Their house is on the seventh floor, 704, and above it is the eighth floor, 804.

After I rang the doorbell, no one came to open the door for a long time, and no one spoke inside.

"Maybe he hasn't come home yet." Yan Qi said, "Then let's go down first and contact him by text message."

Even though it's raining, it's only seven or eight o'clock now, so it's normal not to be at home.

Yan Jinyue nodded and was about to leave with him when she heard a "click" sound behind her.

The door opened.

I finally finished one professional exam, but there are still many to go.
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