Aoba Office

Nan Tian threw out his conditions. That posture is somewhat similar to that of a demon. It's just that he is more outgoing and makes no secret of his determination to win.

I could only ask him: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to know what my brother is doing. If we can prevent him from being in danger, we should try our best to protect him." Nan Tian said matter-of-factly.

"This is impossible." I sighed.

I originally didn't believe Gu Mo's nonsense. I wanted to fight against the so-called fate, and I am doing the same thing now. However, some things are inevitable. This can all be considered an occupational risk.

Nan Tian wants Nangong Yao to be safe and sound, unless I complete Ye Qing's big plan now and completely change the whole world.

"Nothing is impossible." Nan Tian obviously didn't want to take my advice and said forcefully, "If you want to find that person, I'll pay someone to find him. My brother won't take any chances."

Nan Tian has an attitude of not taking other people's lives seriously. At any other time, I would definitely feel uncomfortable hearing this. But I know that it’s not that he doesn’t take human life seriously, it’s that he doesn’t realize the danger of this whole thing. In his eyes, what kind of ghosts or monsters are no different from meeting robbers on the road. He is rich, and it is better to hire a powerful bodyguard than to let his brother take risks.

I felt speechless and helpless.

If Nan Tian is not Nangong Yao's younger brother, if he wants to commit suicide, then he can do it. I probably don't think much different about him than I do about a little expert who commits suicide. If he doesn't shed tears until he sees the coffin, then so be it.

It just so happened that this man was Nangong Yao's younger brother, a relative whom Nangong Yao valued. This turned into a tricky piece of soft tofu. After it fell to the ground, it couldn't be patted or beaten. This tofu has become sperm, and I always want to jump to the ground. I can't just watch him smash into pieces.

"Nan Tian, ​​this matter is really different from what you imagined. If you know anything and have clues about Liu Miao, you'd better tell me now. Your brother is a logistics worker and will not take risks. You You can rest assured." I said.

I'm actually not sure whether Nangong Yao will follow. His abilities are effective. Especially when Ye Qing and Liu Miao are not here, Wu Ling can only go to the scene with me, which is inconvenient. Nangong Yao might follow.

But now I can only tell lies with open eyes, and I can still say it with all my heart.

Nan Tian seemed to think for a while, "If something happens to his friend, he will not sit idly by and ignore it. The period when he disappeared before was because of similar things, right?"

That's not true. He disappeared before because of bad luck.

I thought to myself and kept my mouth shut.

I don't know how to tell Nantian this. Nangong Yao probably didn't tell him the truth. Maybe Nangong Yao, like me, doesn't want to involve his family in these things.

Nantian is not the type of character my parents and sister have, and he knows more than my family does.

I kept silent, and Nan Tian became more and more stubborn.

I heard it now. He called me to talk to me and to break the news.

Probably after we left, he and Nangong Yao broke up on bad terms, so he could only use this method to reveal some information to his brother.

I feel a huge headache.

Nantian couldn't do anything to me, so he quickly hung up the phone.

I quickly told Wu Ling about this matter and asked for her opinion.

"...Can't Nangong Yao and his brother have a good talk?" I finally said, with some small complaints.

Wu Ling thought for a while and said seriously: "He must be an awkward brother."

"Are you trying to say that they are acting in a third-rate TV series?" My eyelids twitched as I thought of those spicy plots again.

"Actually, this is quite normal. He has been separated from his family for twenty years. When he left home, his younger brother had just entered elementary school, or was still preschool... I forgot the specific age. After that, in the office, Our life is very abnormal, and the people and things we come into contact with are all related to the supernatural. I have been dead for a few years, and it is still relatively good. Nangong and Mushroom have remained conscious. They have been trapped in one place for so many years, and they are mentally strong without being abnormal. ”

Wu Ling didn't mean to make a joke.

I was also silent after hearing this.

"His brother may be bluffing, or he may really know something. I am more inclined to the former scenario, but I do not rule out the latter possibility. Last time, your sister and he both appeared next to Mo Wen. God. There may be no personality, but the inertia of fate still exists. It's possible that the key to finding the idiot lies with his brother." Wu Ling didn't come to a conclusion.

I feel that I am not suitable to fight with Nan Tian.

There is no such time, nor such energy and ability.

Nangong Yao and Wu Ling probably don't have the time or energy either. Those surveillance videos alone take up almost all of their time and energy.

Wu Ling decided to shelve the matter.

I wholeheartedly support her decision.

Saturday was spent on this matter. On Sunday, the property owner urged us, so the four of us had to work overtime to cope.

I was busy without any rest until Tuesday of the new week, when I received a call from Wu Ling.

Wu Ling asked us to meet in Nangong Yao's ward.

I called home and told him about working overtime. My parents are still worried, but they are somewhat used to my busyness.

Fatty drove and a group of us arrived at the hospital. The underground parking garage of the hospital is still full of cars, and parking is not allowed in the community at the moment. The parking spaces are owned by the property owners of the community. The fat man walked around the hospital before finding a parking place. By the time the four of us walked to the hospital and arrived at Nangong Yao's ward, it was already past seven o'clock.

The thin man was hungry and his stomach growled several times.

I saw the nymphomaniac young nurse at the nurse's desk. She was not the same person I saw last time.

When I knocked on the door of the ward, I saw Nan Tian with a dark face.

I was in a daze, thinking it was a repeat of what happened on Saturday.

"You are here." Wu Ling's greeting brought me back to my senses.

Gu Mo leaned in the corner of the ward, crossing his arms with his chest, looking very irritable.

There was also a young woman sitting in the ward, the fan she had seen on Saturday. She looked pale and lost her enthusiasm for chasing stars.

I didn't know why. After entering the ward, I looked at this and that.

"Things are a little complicated now. Lin Qi, do you remember the 'Story Solitaire' file?" Wu Ling asked.

"Another space?" I asked.

"There is a theory: the so-called different space is a part of a divided world." Wu Ling added.

I forgot whether Wu Ling said it to me personally or whether I heard what they discussed in the video of Qingye Files.

Thinking about it now, in the story Solitaire, the strange space formed by a spell based on an ancient medical clinic is completely consistent with the theory Wu Ling said.

In the real world, there is a space that has been artificially enclosed and thrown into a different dimension that humans cannot see. It has become an independent different space with its own set of ways of operating the world. There will also be corresponding entry methods.

The same is true for the different space of the medical clinic, and the same is true for the different space of the Three Ancestor Gods.

If you really think about it, what Nangong Yao and Gu Mo encountered were similar to these situations. The only difference is that the different space where they are imprisoned has a clear master, one is the spirit of the game, and the other is the ghost of a famous singer - or it may be a spirit attached to Christina's record.

"Is Liu Miao also locked up in that kind of alien space?" I blurted out.