Chapter 98: Sharing the same bed as a human being (6) There seems to be something wrong with her husband
The door opened.
Yan Jin turned around subconsciously and was stunned when he saw the person inside the door clearly.
She had never seen people like this before, all white.
Her long, snow-white hair, eyebrows and eyelashes are all white, pure, clear white, without any color.
The color of the pupils is extremely light, a bit clearer than amber. His skin color is also very white, bloodless pale, like the handful of snow on the high ridge.
Only the pink on the lips is the most intense.
"What's wrong with you guys?"
He spoke in a slow tone, and his expression was gloomy and calm, like some kind of moss that was not exposed to sunlight all year round.
"Hello, Mr. Lin, I am a resident of 704 downstairs. My name is Yanqi, and this is my wife."
Yan Qi stepped forward with a smile and said calmly: "I'm sorry, but I can't bother you. Your paint has flowed into my water pipe again."
"Yeah, I just took a shower and everything was red." Yan Jinyue covered her chest, still feeling scared, "I was almost scared to death."
"Pigment?"
His long snow-white eyelashes fluttered, and he looked at the man with a gentle and harmless smile. He seemed to understand something and nodded: "Sorry, the water valve of my paint pool is probably not closed. I will close it later."
"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Lin." Yan Qi smiled, put his arm around Yan Jinyue's shoulders, and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute." This voice came from Yan Jinyue.
"What's wrong, wife?" Yan Qi looked at the girl standing still in confusion.
And the snow-white Mr. Lin also looked at her.
"Mr. Lin, I'm a little curious, what kind of paint did you use?"
Yan Jinyue smiled, "That's right. In fact, I have also studied oil painting for a period of time. I am not proficient, but I am a bit of a collector. I like to collect brushes and paints, but you have never seen Mr. Lin like you. , soluble in water, still so bright, and has a faint grassy fragrance. I like it very much. ”
Well, the color of the water was the same as that of blood. Even with so much water, it was not diluted. She was curious, what kind of paint could achieve such a result?
Mr. Lin looked at her calmly and opened his lips: "It's just ordinary paint. If Mrs. Yan likes it, I can give you some some other time."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Lin." Yan Jinyue followed the good advice.
Just when the two men thought she would stop there, but they didn't, she smiled again and said: "They are all red paint. What did Mr. Lin paint today? I am a little curious."
"Rose." He blurted out without hesitation for a second, "If Mrs. Yan is curious, you can come in and take a look."
"No need." Yan Jinyue actually wanted to say yes, but she caught a glimpse of something at his feet and changed her words, "I'm just a little curious. I won't disturb you anymore. I and I My husband went back first.”
"Well, bye."
"Goodbye."
After returning home, Yan Jinyue drank a glass of warm water, panted heavily, and then sat on the sofa, in a daze, her long eyelashes quivering like butterfly wings.
"What's wrong?" Yan Qi came over with a smile and hugged her waist, "Why do you look like you were scared when you came back from 804?"
Yan Jinyue looked at him and asked: "Is it obvious?"
"Yeah."
After receiving a positive reply, she approached his arms and said carefully: "I just saw something under his feet, which seemed to be a skull."
"It's normal for an artist to have this kind of model in his room."
"I think so too, but I don't know why, but I'm a little scared. This Mr. Lin gives me a...not very good feeling."
"I thought you would like him, wife." A low laugh escaped from the man's throat.
"Why do you say that?" Yan Jinyue frowned strangely.
"You were stunned when you looked at him just now."
The man held her face and kissed her gently at the corner of her eyes, "I read on the Internet that you girls have some white-haired hobbies. White-haired artists like Mr. Lin, who are handsome and a little gloomy, you guys I like them all.”
"Pfft——"
Yan Jinyue was amused by his description and the slight resentment in his eyes, and she laughed so hard in his arms that her branches quivered.
"Actually, what you said is... quite right. That Mr. Lin is indeed quite handsome." His facial features were delicate and delicate, as beautiful as an elf prince in the white snow.
"Huh?" He pretended to hold her chin and move closer, with a threatening look in his eyes.
Yan Jinyue didn't panic, blinking her big eyes: "But hubby, you are more beautiful!"
"I prefer you like this, with clear bones and beautiful bones, heavy bones and cold spirit, rich spirit and handsomeness..."
The compliments came out one after another without repetition, and the man's expression softened a little.
Yan Jinyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but after she was relieved, she also wondered why she was so nervous... It seemed that her subconscious told her that if she made this man jealous, the consequences would be serious.
How serious can it be?
For a moment of confusion, her lips were already in her mouth.
The man said vaguely: "It's late at night..." The meaning is self-evident.
Yan Jinyue's heart trembled. In fact, he wanted to be reserved and compromise with his body more than his reason.
She couldn't believe it herself.
The two of them lay on the sofa for a while. The man felt that the space was too small and couldn't move much, so he carried her towards the bedroom.
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Passing by the TV, Yan Jinyue took a casual glance and saw the photo of the latest victim being broadcast, as if he had been hit in the head.
She suddenly woke up.
"Wait." She grabbed the man's shirt.
Yan Qi looked at her in confusion, the corners of his eyes glowing with carmine, which represented lust.
"Put me down." She said coldly.
Although he didn't want to, the man did it anyway.
Yan Jinyue stared at the photo on the TV screen and covered the lower half of the man's face with her hands. She was so frightened that her legs gave out and she almost fell down. Fortunately, she was held firmly by the man.
No mistake.
There is absolutely no admitting it.
She was very sure that it was the person in the surveillance video last night.
But didn’t Yan Qi say that he was taken away by the police?
Why was he killed by a serial murderer?
Yan Jinyue's mind was buzzing, everything in the past was echoing in her mind, the phone call that was suddenly hung up, the person who disappeared after a few minutes of silence, the bloodstain that did not belong to him...
Tonight was the same. She was so frightened by the "bloody water" that the man came over and concluded that it was paint without even confirming it.
Even if he knew, he shouldn't have reacted so quickly.
It was as if it had been predicted beforehand.
But if he had predicted it beforehand, why wouldn't he tell her?
She thought about the joke in the car again. Is there a possibility that it wasn't a joke?
A heart-breaking coldness spread throughout his body, and Yan Jinyue's legs became even more unsteady, and she could only rely on the man's body.
She stared blankly at Yan Qi's eyes, which were dark and moist, but still so gentle.
"What's the matter, wife?" He was smiling.
Yan Jinyue was trembling and wanted to escape, but couldn't move.
He naturally turned off the TV, "Can the news be as good as mine?"
He scratched the tip of her nose lovingly, bent down to pick her up again, and walked to the bedroom.
The bed sank deeply.
Shadows overlap.
Outside the window, dark clouds were pressing down, and it was stormy.
Yan Jinyue felt like she was going crazy, split into two, one was in fear, the other was in... joy.
There seems to be something wrong with her husband.
But, she enjoyed him.
what to do?