But I know that this will not be mentioned to Chen Qinghan. This is his private matter.

If I could help him find his missing sister, he would naturally tell me everything.

Just as he said at the time, he would explain it to me in detail when he had the opportunity.

Before Ling Ke'er went back to the house to go to bed, he hesitated for a moment and whispered to me not to worry, not to think too much, and have a good rest. She accompanied me to the Potala Palace tomorrow.

I was stunned for a moment, and when I realized that she had closed the door and left.

She came to talk to me because she was afraid that I would worry about Chen Qinghan and was just thinking about it.

What a considerate girl, but unfortunately she is thousands of miles away from the truth.

Care, worry, reluctance to leave... I don't have the emotions between these living people.

I would worry about something, or whether the person who accomplished it can do it successfully, but I would never be purely worried about the life or death of a person.

Are you born indifferent or have you forgotten something after death? I rarely think about these questions.

There are things that cannot be pretended to be there. I can see that Wen Jing and Shunfeng have regarded them as friends who share life and death, but I still have no feelings for them.

Many things cannot be thought about, and I think about them endlessly. In the end, I get into the slightest point, but I still can't get the answer.

I took off the lotus hairpin above my head in front of the mirror, placed it gently on the table, and then lay on the ground to lift the corpse.

The bed in the hotel is too soft and I can't get used to sleeping. Some habits cannot be changed in one or two days.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, the phone prompted the sound, which was a WeChat voice sent by Chen Qinghan.

He reminded me to be careful, saying that the door of death has been opened and that Boss Lu and Miss Screaming are not inside.

As expected, they returned to Nirvana. I asked him when he would come back, but he didn't reply.

The Gate of Death is particularly evil. Boss Lu and her men mutate and die tragically. Every time they go in, the scenes they see are different.

The miner must have been in and released terrible things from it, killing all the miners in one breath.

In fact, the most troublesome thing is not the virus or poison gas, but its characteristics that sometimes occur without intermittently, which can easily paralyze people's vigilance.

It may be inconvenient for Chen Qinghan to reply. I thought about it and sent another voice message. Maybe Ling Keer had been chanting for a day and I was almost brainwashed by her. I always felt that I was not sent a voice that was concerned about, which seemed too careless, although this was a fact.

So I organized the language and pressed the speech button: "I don't worry about you, don't worry about me."

It was the first time I expressed my "feelings" and my tone was inevitably stiff, but just let it go, just let it mean it. Wen Jing and Shunfeng didn't have the treatment like this.

I visited the majestic palace with Ling Keer, stopped in the vicissitudes of the ancient tower, and experienced the local customs and cultures, and the time was almost done.

Another week passed, and Chen Qinghan finally sent a message saying that they had set off on their way home.

Miss Screaming and Boss Lu were not found. The blizzard wiped out all the traces on the mountain that day, and their whereabouts became a mystery. Therefore, Chen Qinghan reminded me again to be careful.

I held my cell phone and sighed. Ling Keer immediately came over and asked thiefly: "What's wrong? I can't stand the pain of longing for you? The first day of Qinghan left~ I missed him; the second day of Qinghan left, I missed him~, I missed him--"

I directly covered her mouth with my hands and used freehand techniques to create the rotten tomato-colored lipstick she had just applied.

"Ah~ my makeup, my makeup!" Ling Keer screamed and ran back to the bathroom.

I don't understand why women will feel panic like they are about to show their true colors after they wear makeup.

I used to like to chat with living people, but those tomb robbers who lived to the end were all men, and their emotions were rarely exposed unless they collapsed.

Moreover, they are in a desperate environment, and the rest of their time is either analyzing the way out, recalling the past, or finding a way to commit suicide.

No matter what, their emotions will never infect me.

But during the past few days with Ling Keer, I found that chatting with her had side effects.

Simply put, she is too emotional, emotional, quick to change topics, and illogical. The most fatal thing is her appeal. Something that is not funny can make her laugh for a long time. When I found that I laughed foolishly twice, a creepy feeling suddenly appeared in my heart.

She is a poisonous person, and I must stay away from her, so I am extremely looking forward to Chen Qinghan coming back soon. Yes, miss him!

At night, I pushed Ling Keer, who had been clamoring to sleep with me, back to her room. I was always up and down.

Chen Qinghan and the others will be able to arrive in Sa City tomorrow, but for some reason, I always feel something is going to happen.

As soon as I closed my eyes, a blood net appeared in front of me, and the blood was opened.

I simply got up from the ground, prepared to turn on the computer, and find a lively variety show.

The clock pointed to 1:30 in the morning, and the night was quieter, and occasionally the sound of cars galloping past the window.

As soon as my hand reached to the power-on button, I heard the sound of "Dangdangdang" outside the window.

There are six floors in this hotel. I live on the fourth floor. There is no balcony outside the window. It is impossible for normal people to climb up. If it is a thief, there is no reason to knock on the window.

The curtains in the hotel were very thick and tightly pulled. There was no light in the room. I was staring at the windows in the dark, waiting quietly.

After a few seconds, the window glass was knocked again. This time the sound was a little louder than before, but it was limited.

If this is an ordinary person, he may feel panicked and a terrifying scene flashed through his heart.

But I am the boss of the horror movie. According to the usual plot, I should be the one who knocks on the windows outside now.

I walked to the window and was about to pull the curtains when someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Interestingly, the sound of knocking on the door is as small as the sound of knocking on the window, as if standing outside, the lover who was secretly coming to meet in the middle of the night for fear of disturbing the neighbors.

Chen Qinghan and the others were still in the car at this time. If there was anything wrong with the hotel, they would talk after knocking on the door.

Ling Ke'er was asleep in the inner room, and she couldn't run outside the window.

Thinking of Chen Qinghan's advice, I decided to pretend to be dead and ignore the two "guests" who came at night.

The cannon fodder in horror movies are probably dead due to hand owes and curiosity. I'd better not follow their old path.

But these two seemed sure that I was inside, so they knocked on it to scratch, causing the glass and door to make a slight scratching sound.

Thorn... sting... pace is surprisingly consistent.

Fortunately, they just harassed me with small noise, and did not break the window directly or break the door.

The noise was not stopped until dawn. After dawn, I opened the curtains and found a few dry red blood spots on the windowsill outside.
Chapter completed!