Return from the second dimension

However, Sun Baihe, who was one with her, was deprived of his body control every time he wanted to act.

When the addiction was on the verge of smoking, Victor had a temper several times, but the result was useless. The ruthless Sun Baihe only stuffed her with two candies.

She hadn't smoked for two months, and her addiction to cigarettes had actually been suppressed, but when she saw Gurewin who was snorting, a little thought arose.

After being rejected by Sun Baihe, Victory looked at the fool Gurewin. It was you guy, she walked over and pushed Gurewin away.

Victoriga, who was in a bad mood, looked at the reporter. The reporter was a young gentleman dressed up. Victoriga was in the newspaper all day long. Naturally, this young man would not know him and did not dare to underestimate it.

He reorganized the language and said, "My wife has changed like a person recently..."

"Her mouth smells so disgusting."

"Wear the same clothes all day without changing them."

He said a bunch of bad things about his wife, and then said nervously: "I suspect that my wife is going to murder me. At night, I occasionally open my eyes and find that she is staring at my neck, feeling very wrong. Every time, she seems to never sleep."

"I drank espresso coffee to stay awake these two nights, pretending to sleep, and actually watching her. Last night, I finally found out. She looked at my neck while slowly reaching out her hand. I retracted my hand when I opened my eyes. , She wants to strangle me!"

Victoriga looked at him for a long time and asked, "Where is your wife?"

Chapter 214 Twin Sisters?Mother and daughter!

"What?" Ignatius did not expect that the famous, legendary gold coin detective would actually ask such a question.

I have no wife?What the hell is this.

I vaguely remember the day when I walked to the wedding stage with my wife, vaguely remember the moment when the ring was exchanged that day, vaguely remember the love union that day.

He and his wife are in free love, and the relationship is very good. Yes, they had a very good relationship before. He never doubted that his wife wanted to kill him.

When is it?When did it change, I don’t know.

Thinking about his feeling a little uncomfortable, why he became like this.

He burst into tears.

Victorica saw the self-improved Ignatius and pointed to his clothes.

"From your level of conversation, you are obviously highly educated, and ordinary people don't think about the words so much when speaking. The clothes on your body are made of high-quality fabrics, carefully designed with exquisite details, and are made by the master sewing master."

"You should be living in a wealthy family, a wealthy businessman, or even a noble family. It does not rule out the possibility that you have inherited the title."

"You don't have a wedding ring on your finger."

"Common people, poor people, may choose not to have a wedding ring for economic reasons, but it is absolutely impossible for a wealthy family to not have a wedding ring."

Ignatius froze for a moment, but said: "I have been married for a few years, of course I have a wedding ring. I just took off the wedding ring and left it at home."

"You are really annoying." Victoriga let out a sigh of relief, and said helplessly: "A class like you, after getting married, can't take off the ring at will."

"Married people and unmarried people are very different in social situations."

"From the point of view of your bare skin, you are either engaged in a career that often requires going out, or like outdoor sports."

"If you are married and wear a wedding ring, then even if the ring is taken off, there should be a tan on your finger, but no, your skin tone is very even."

Ignatius looked at his fingers, finally a little puzzled.

Yes, why don't you have a wedding ring? I remember it.

But the marks on his fingers indicate that he has never worn a wedding ring at all. What's the matter?

No explanation can be given.

Seeing that Ignatius was a little shaken, Victoriga immediately increased his pressure and asked coldly: "You said you have a wife, then what is your wife's name?"

"Of course my wife is called..." Ignatius blurted out.

There is a natural and instinct to say the name of one's friend, but it is obviously such a smooth feeling, and the appearance is ready to be said, but when it is about to say it, it is like a heavy fog.

The name was hidden by a layer of gauze and dragged, as if it could still be seen, but it was impossible to see exactly when he looked closely. The feeling made him crazy.

"Her name is...Dalian?"

Ignatius shook his head after speaking, and rejected his own guess, no, the name was wrong.

"Lina?"

Not right, it seems similar.

"Diana, Caroline..."

It's not right, why is it like this, why can't you tell, you know it, it's called that, that, yes it is that.

How could he forget his wife's name?

He suddenly became a little frightened. What did he do, even his wife's name has been forgotten, so there is no reason why his wife wants to kill him.

Why do you forget, why?He clutched his hair madly.

Seeing that he hadn't awakened yet, Victoria snorted and continued to ask: "Do you remember what your wife looks like?"

"Of course I remember."

Ignatius certainly remembered that his wife was a great beauty, and it was precisely because of that beauty that he was obsessed and fell in love with her.

Without giving him time to think, Victor immediately asked, "Then what color of hair is your wife, is it long or short?"

What kind of hair color, of course...

Why can't I remember, it seems to be...black?

red?

Golden?

how come?

Is the hair long or short?

Waist-length hair?

Shoulder-length short hair?

Bald?

In his impression, it is like a lover in a dream, representing all the beautiful appearances that have been in the past. When being drawn by Victorica’s language to be manifested, it is like a reflection in the turbulent water, no way to change it. Get solid.