The house is money, the story is life

3 minutes later, on the main road.

Xia Shi finally withdrew his gaze from staring at Zhou Tang, sighed softly, turned around and climbed into the car, took out an advertising brochure, flipped through it, shook his head as if dissatisfied, and stuffed the brochure into a foggy head. In Yao Qianhong's hand, he forcibly confiscated a few books in Sen Luo's hand, picked out one, held it in his hand, and walked towards the middle of the road.

"You're welcome, don't you know I'm growing?" He pretended to complain, looked around, saw no one around, squatted on the ground, slapped the book on the ground, countless fine prints The black characters immediately crawled out from between the papers, rushed forward in large swaths, and stopped a few steps away from Xia Shi, densely packed and neatly arranged, and at a glance, it was black and oppressive.

Sen Luo was looking up, and shuddered when he saw this: "Hey, it's lucky that I don't have trypophobia, this is too bad."

No one spoke to him.Zhou Tang lowered his head and straightened his sleeves, while Xiao Bai looked after Lao She in the car.Yao Qianhong watched Xia Shi silently, his ears moved suddenly, he looked down at his watch, and said, "The car is here."

On the other side, Xia Shi also seemed to realize this, stood up silently, and calmly stepped back. Just two steps back, the van had rushed over aggressively, crushing the dense black characters on the ground hard. When it was about to hit Xia Shi, there was a harsh friction sound, and in the next second, the front of the car tilted, and it rushed towards the side uncontrollably.Xia Shi raised his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and threw out a few square characters, just right beside the car, followed by a "bang", the Chinese characters that fell on the ground swelled and alienated, giving birth to black and thin characters. The long vines entangled the out-of-control car in an instant and held it tightly in place.

The front of the car was strangled up, and the two wheels were spinning in the air.The car door opened, and several masked men jumped out of the car yelling, wielding willow branches, knives and sticks. As soon as they landed, they saw black square characters rushing towards them like a tide, along the shoes and trouser legs. Climbing, grabbing the exposed skin and starting to bite, the biting place started to go numb, and the numbness quickly spread all over the body, which could not be shaken off or removed. Soon, those people fell to the ground with a plop, their whole bodies Stiff, only a pair of eyes are turning around, and the eyes can't tell whether they are frightened or angry.

Xia Shi squatted down curiously, pulled off one person's mask to look at it, shook his head, put it back on, pulled off another one, shook his head again, and put it back on again.After looking at everyone's faces like this, his neck was a little sore.

"No wonder everyone wears a mask. Such good looks." He said, stood up indifferently, and looked behind, "What about you? Do you want to be like them?"

Standing behind him was a delicate boy, wearing a black T-shirt and flying squirrel pants, with thin willow branches wrapped around his fair wrists and ankles, some around his neck, and a circle on his head.

"Willow spirit, 50 years old." Sen Luo poked his head, and saw the boy's background at a glance, and then couldn't help but start talking nonsense: "The wicker on the neck is pretty, but the top is too stupid. Little Gongju Like..."

The boy turned his head to look at him quickly when he heard the words, frowned, took off the willow branch ring on his head and threw it down.Sen Luo thought he was upset, but after looking along, he found that he had thrown Liu Huan into the pile of words around him.

The rustling sound like silkworms eating mulberry leaves immediately reminded me that the green willow ring was eaten up by those words in a blink of an eye, and there was not even a scum left.Sen Luo let out a "wow" in fear, and the boy's face became even paler, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Xia Shi.

Xia Shi looked back calmly, and kindly offered advice: "If you don't want to die, how about squatting over there? Remember to hold your head, and Sen Luo will come and watch."

He called Sen Luo, watched the boy walking towards the side with a sullen face, and a group of characters followed him like a tide, thought for a while, and then ordered: "Don't run around, I have something to ask you later. Don't mess around, it's not easy to become a spirit, I don't want to kill you."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the van. When he raised his head, the vines squirmed, and immediately the thin vines climbed in and stopped the engine. Hearing another "bang", the front of the car fell back to the ground.Xia Shi walked up and opened the back seat, only to see Bai Xisheng sitting there with a terrified face, his face was flushed, his neck was covered with willow branches, and his mouth was still covered with tape.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm only in charge of stopping cars, and I don't care about anything else." Xia Shi said, stepped back, flipped out a few words to cover his eyes, and called his typist along the way: "Zhou Tang, come here, it's your turn."

Zhou Tang raised his head upon hearing the sound, his eyes were bright.

Xia Shi said that he "don't care about anything else", and he really didn't care about anything.When Zhou Tang came over, Bai Xisheng was still tied up neatly, not even tearing off the tape on his mouth.

Zhou Tang leaned forward, carefully removed the tape on his mouth, and pulled off the wicker on his wrist, supporting him so that he could sit more comfortably.After all this was done, he said, "Bai Xisheng...is that your name? Let's have a chat, shall we?"

Bai Xisheng was still in shock, his face was full of panic and bewilderment.He shook his head helplessly, and just when he raised his head to say something, he happened to meet Zhou Tang's comforting smile and gentle eyes.

His eyes were very black, black without any impurities, as heavy as a pure night, but there was a faint light in the depths.

Bai Xisheng couldn't help looking in, trying to see the light in the deepest point clearly, and more clearly.But when the glimmer of light finally clearly appeared in front of his eyes, his consciousness was blurred, hazy, as if covered by a layer of fog.

"Bai Xisheng." Zhou Tang asked again very lightly and slowly, "Shall we have a chat?"

Bai Xisheng nodded slightly, also very lightly and slowly.

Zhou Tang climbed into the car, sat beside him, stared at Bai Xisheng's half-closed eyes, and asked tentatively, "Who are you?"

The other party replied softly, "Bai Xisheng."

"Who is your brother?"

"White elephant."

"Do you know what your brother does?"

"He repairs watches. He also sells clocks."

"Do you know his other identity?"

Bai Xisheng shook his head.

"Did you know he was Nightcrawler?"

Bai Xisheng continued to shake his head.

"Are you a nightcrawler?"

Bai Xisheng was still shaking his head.

"...do you know what a Nightcrawler is?"

Bai Xisheng acted like a rattle.

Zhou Tang got stuck.He glanced at Xia Shi, who was walking back from a distance, with an embarrassed expression.

He found that he was still thinking about things simply... He thought that as long as he hypnotized Bai Xisheng, he would be able to get the answer easily, but now it doesn't seem to be the case.Maybe this requires some knowledge of psychology?Zhou Tang guessed like this, but he checked his knowledge base several times, and there were only Freud and Skinner in the drop-down menu of "Psychology", and there was nothing useful.

He asked a few more awkward questions, either getting nothing or shaking his head.Seeing that Xia Shi was approaching, he didn't want Xia Shi to see that something was wrong, so he asked another question without thinking: "Do you know Luo Mo Zhong?"

—What a big nonsense.

Zhou Tang silently slapped himself in his heart.

Does he know?He must know that this is a relic left to him by his brother. According to Sen Luo, this Luo Mozhong was introduced to him by Bai Xisheng...

Thinking this way, Zhou Tang began to prepare for the next question without any hope, but when he raised his eyes, he was startled.

Bai Xisheng's eyes were moist, and there were still tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

Zhou Tang's heart moved, and he quickly asked again: "Do you know Luo Mozhong?"

"……Know."

After a long time, Bai Xisheng replied in a low voice, tears still welling up in his eyes: "He...he is Mr. Xing."