Octopus with eight arms

  When I came to, I stared at the face that was close enough to touch, feeling like I had dug a hole and buried myself in it. Several times I thought about moving my shoulder away, but I gave up on the idea because of the three words "want to go out" he mentioned earlier, which were clear and easy to understand, and also what I yearned for. Who would want to be locked up in a police station without knowing why? And he seemed to have the ability to take me away from here.

  It's just that light breathing seems to be faintly sighing on the back of my neck, it feels like there are insects crawling, so uncomfortable.

  Slightly tilting my head, I try to move away from him and reluctantly pull out the papers from the file bag to start reading. After just a few lines, I immediately sit up straight, my eyes fixed intently on the text. More than 20 pages, by the time I finish reading it's already been an hour.

  This is a criminal case report, which records the Wu Yan father and daughter falling from the building case, as well as his wife's family being brutally murdered. It appears that the police have listed these two cases as one for investigation. If we say that Wu Yan's father and daughter falling from the building may still be an accident, then his wife's family being brutally murdered in the villa is absolutely not an accident.

  Apart from the case statement, there was a dozen on-site photographs in the file bag. Maybe I'm an artist myself, and my control over details and sensitivity to brushstrokes are more shocking than text descriptions, so photos have a greater impact on me.

  There's just one thing I couldn't bear.

  Too bloody!

  The scene at Mr. Wu's home was the first to be cleared, and apart from the obvious signs of chaos, there were no bloody scenes. But his wife Yu Xiuping's family death scene... I searched for suitable words, but couldn't find any, finally forcing myself to use the word "massacre" to summarize, yes, massacre.

  A room full of blood, bodies lying horizontally, a murder weapon casually discarded on the ground - a watermelon knife with congealed bloodstains.

  I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, closed my eyes, and tried to calm the intense fear that was making my heart jump wildly after being shocked by what I saw. But as soon as I closed my eyes, my mind sank into darkness. A faint sound emerged from the depths, which I couldn't quite make out. I tried to get closer, and in the shadows, I vaguely saw a figure shaking. It took me a while to realize that it was a woman crying, and the sound I had just heard was her sobbing. For some reason, I felt like I had been infected too, and I also felt a deep sorrow. I wanted to go up and comfort her, but at that moment, the woman suddenly turned around, her face covered in tears. We both stared at each other with wide eyes, shocked and frightened.

  My astonishment was because she was actually Yu Xiuping in the photo I just saw! And her astonishment... a sharp cry "Ah——don't!" She pulled her legs and ran, stumbling out of the room, running to the living room, staggering, falling beside the sofa, turning back in horror, begging: "Don't kill me!"

  Space-time reversal, just as I was about to see Yu Xiuping's point of view, a force suddenly pulled me back at high speed. A sudden tremor, my eyes snapped open and stared straight into the white lamp hanging from the ceiling, its glare making everything in front of me a blurry white. Panting breaths, an uncontrollable racing heart, it felt like I had just taken a trip to the gates of hell, and I was Yu Xiuping!

  As my consciousness gradually cleared, my senses also returned. I don't know when my originally straight and upright body had leaned back, with my head resting on the back of the chair. As I changed positions, the person sleeping on my shoulder also shifted, still leaning against my right shoulder, but his face was almost buried in my neck, and his right hand was wrapped around my waist.

  To describe Gao Cheng with an animal, octopus is the most suitable one.

  The breath was no longer as if it had been there, but was actually hitting the sensitive skin on my neck, causing goosebumps.