I can find treasures in my dreams

Yang Fan felt that this was a rather tricky matter.

Kill Ono Yoshiko?

This would indeed save trouble.

But the problem is that she hasn't done anything yet.

Is it because of the sentence "You will kill many people in the future" that she is killed?

He shook his head: "Even if it is 'presumption of guilt', it is not such a presumption, right?"

He couldn't do it, and couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

Not kill?

Let Ono Yoshiko be beaten to death by her husband, this may be a solution.

But for normal people, such a fate is too cruel.

Yang Fan followed Ono Yoshiko all the way like a pervert.

She came to a shopping site of Daxia Shangtong and spent a lot of money to buy some high-end goods.

Ono Yoshiko behaved very politely, bowed slightly to everyone, and showed a clean and gentle smile.

The trading company her husband belonged to spent a certain price to exchange such generous benefits for employees.

It's a pity that the sluggish environment has made it difficult for the trading company to survive, and I'm afraid this kind of welfare will be difficult to maintain.

Ten minutes later.

Ono Yoshiko went home.

She didn't know that there was a strange guest at home.

Yang Fan watched her carefully clean the house and cook dinner.

"Ding Dong!"

When the doorbell rang.

She stood respectfully at the door, welcoming her husband Yasuda home.

The moment the door opened.

She shook unconsciously.

"Bring the shoes here!"

"Ha!"

She was as obedient as ever.

Yang Fan watched the dream replay with a very strange expression.

At 8:30 in the evening.

The violence took place as expected.

"Bang!"

The ashtray smashed over.

Ono Yoshiko's head was hit and she fell to the ground in pain.

She looked like a trembling little beast.

This appearance formed a very sharp contrast with the terrifying female devil who had killed tens of thousands of people in the dream for several months.

"Shameless Biaozi..."

Yasuda shouted manically, his eyes full of pleasure in violence.

Ono Yoshiko trembled and shrank back.

History shifted at this moment.

She did not see the doll her mother prayed for, nor did she realize that the doll had disappeared.

Just then.

"Bang! Bang!"

The knock on the door suddenly sounded.

To be more precise, it should be the sound of pounding the door.

Because the person outside the door was simply pounding on the door with his fists.

"Open the door!"

"Open the door quickly!"

The roar came in, speaking in Daxia language.

The brutality in Yasuda's eyes instantly decreased by half.

He hesitated and shouted to his wife: "Go back to the room."

Ono Yoshiko groaned and hurried back to the room.

Yasuda tidied his clothes and then walked to the door and opened it.

He immediately saw that there were several patrolmen standing outside the door.

Yasuda put on an arrogant attitude towards his subordinates: "What's the matter?"

The leading patrol chief said bluntly: "We received a call and a domestic violence case occurred here."

Yasuda wanted to quibble, but for some reason, he suddenly felt full of brutality in his heart.

The guy shouted angrily: "Baga, you bunch of Daxia low-class people, what qualifications do you have to ask me?"

The patrolmen all changed color.

Yasuda rushed back into the house, picked up a kitchen knife, and rushed towards the patrolmen with the knife raised.

"Da! Da!"

The gunshots rang out.

Yasuda fell to the ground, and blood was oozing out of the bullet hole in his chest.

Due to the implementation of the "Emergency Act", the patrolmen were granted more authority and could shoot and kill the attackers when they were attacked.

Yang Fan watched all this and nodded slightly: "The little trick of Lingyin's ability to stimulate the target's emotions is very useful in some occasions."

On the other side.

Ono Yoshiko heard the gunshots and bravely came out to see the situation.

When she saw her husband fall to the ground, she was stunned for several seconds, and then she felt a sense of relief from the depths of her soul.

The nightmare was finally over.

She didn't know that a hand gently moved in the river of fate, and her fate was permanently changed.

Yang Fan stared at her and said to himself, "Be a cautious ordinary person and live well."

He quietly activated the shuttle boat and left the room in an instant.

*

It was late at night.

Yang Fan traveled a thousand kilometers and returned to his home in Linjiang City.

He couldn't wait to take out a bottle of blood and drip a few drops on the doll.

The doll instantly turned into a ball of gray light and sank into his right upper arm.

Yang Fan's heart moved, and another self walked out of his body.

He observed the clone and grinned: "It's amazing!"

Furry Child No. 1 stood aside and looked at it with his cat eyes wide open.

From Yang Fan's perspective, the clone had a slight sense of transparency.

From the perspective of the tabby cat, there were clearly two identical masters in front of him.

Yang Fan waved to the tabby cat: "Can you see the difference?"

The clone made the same move: "Can you see the difference?"

Furry Child No. 1 was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly rushed out of the living room with a "meow".

It felt that it was unbearable to stay with its master, and strange things happened every day.

However.

The current doll was still very weak.

At present, only one clone can be created, and its combat power is only about the same as that of an ordinary person.

But this strange object solves a big problem.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "In the future, I will no longer worry about Mr. Ling Ya's identity being exposed."

The clones created by the strange object can communicate smoothly and freely as long as they are in the same world.

In the future, when he goes on a long journey or goes abroad, the clone will stay in Linjiang City and continue to control the Ling Ya group.

On the other hand.

Mr. Ghost and Mr. Ling Ya can appear in different places at the same time, and there is no risk of being exposed.

Yang Fan stared at the clone and tentatively ordered, "Take out the Soul-stealing Cicada."

The clone raised his hand, and suddenly there was something in his palm.

Yang Fan smiled and said, "I'm rich!"

This is really rich!

The experiment just now proved that the Soul-stealing Cicada exists based on the soul.

The main body and the clone share the same soul, and the strange object can be transferred between the main body and the clone at will.

This means that the speed of accumulating spiritual source value has become faster.

The main body and the clone are brushing the spiritual source value together, this is double the speed, and also double the happiness!

Yang Fan's mind moved again.

The clone and the soul-stealing cicada disappeared at the same time.

He immediately made a decision: "Just set off for Yingsang Kingdom tomorrow, and the clone will stay at home."

*

The next day.

In the northern part of Hedong Province.

A huge military operation is underway.

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

Accompanied by the whistling sound of airflow.

An armed helicopter quickly passed through a field with dense river networks.

The co-pilot looked at a strange object shaped like a compass and shouted loudly: "I found the target!"

The "target" mentioned in this sentence is a mutant poisonous mosquito.

After a period of brewing, a mutant poisonous mosquito appeared again in the northern part of Hedong Province.

As soon as this thing was born, it immediately caused a tragedy in which dozens of civilians died.

The newly established Abnormal Events Headquarters of Daxia decisively mobilized heavy troops to encircle and suppress the mutant poisonous mosquitoes with all their strength.

The co-pilot glanced at the compass, then skillfully operated the electronic instrument and shouted: "The target area has been marked, attack!"

Soon.

"Woo! Woo!"

A shriek sounded.

Two armed helicopters each launched two missiles and quickly swept towards the target area.

"Boom! Boom!"

Thunder exploded.

The ground instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

It looked really powerful.

But it is undoubtedly very difficult to use a cannon to hit a mosquito.

Especially the mutant poisonous mosquitoes are extremely fast, and they can even reach a speed of 100 meters per second in a short-distance sprint.

The compass operator reached out and touched the disc again.

His hair had many more white hairs at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The operator was so focused that he didn't notice it at all, and shouted again: "The target is fleeing, prepare for the next attack."

Not long after.

The mosquito-killing formation consisting of five armed helicopters chased the mutant poisonous mosquitoes and came to a hilly area.

There were also several drones flying at a higher position, monitoring the entire battlefield.

After locking again.

Five missiles rushed at the target from different directions.

At this moment.

A red shadow suddenly rose into the sky and swept rapidly into the sky.

The compass operator glanced at the red shadow, then looked down at the compass, and was shocked: "The target's fluctuations have disappeared!"

He quickly reported: "Please note that the target may have died."

At this moment.

The operator's hair was already half white.

The red shadow flew to a height of one thousand meters in one breath and began to hover in the air.

The drone's camera was immediately aimed at it, and the video was transmitted to the command center two hundred kilometers away through electromagnetic waves.

A red bird suddenly appeared in the center of the big screen.

The soldiers were instantly in an uproar.

"What kind of bird is this?"

"It should be a mutant bird."

"Could it be that it killed the mutant poisonous mosquito just now?"

"It's very likely!"

No one expected that after the armed helicopter chased for so long, the last mutant bird appeared and intercepted Hu halfway.

An officer asked: "Mutated creatures are generally harmful to humans. Should we kill this mutant bird?"

Another officer suddenly pointed to the screen: "There seems to be something on the foot of this bird."

The supreme commander immediately ordered: "Enlarge the image!"

The picture was immediately enlarged.

The soldiers were surprised to see that it was a metal ring.

Another officer asked a question that everyone wanted to ask: "Is this mutant bird raised by someone?"

If not, it is difficult to explain the existence of the leg ring.

It is not that this bird is a bit of a killer, likes to hang things on its body, right?

If so, this fact is too shocking.

The supreme commander expressed his opinion: "This mutant bird has not shown any intention of attacking, and it is likely to be raised by someone."

A voice sounded immediately: "Who on earth is so sacred that he can raise a mutant bird?"

No one answered.

After a few seconds.

This red mutant bird suddenly flickered its wings a few times and turned into a stream of light and swept towards the forest below.

Its flying speed is not inferior to that of the mutant poisonous mosquito.

Surprisingly, the light became fainter and fainter until it disappeared.

Everyone was stunned.