Who is not a fairy?

Song Yu was excitedly writing and drawing in his small notebook, He Xu glanced at him, suddenly hesitated.

"……Really?"

Song Yu raised his head.

"I mean, what if it wasn't nature's malice? Nature should be unconscious."

"Is there no malice without consciousness?" Song Yu asked.

He Xu didn't know how to answer him for a moment.

Song Yu said, "The little rabbit is cute, right? It's in the yard, white and soft, but it will be eaten by us when it grows up. Don't we have any malice towards it?"

"Is this malicious? Humans eat other creatures to survive."

"Isn't survival malicious?"

"Survival is instinct."

Song Yu thought for a while and said seriously: "Survival brings competition, suppression, deceit, and slaughter. From the very beginning, there is a natural malice."

He Xu was silent for two seconds, and suddenly realized that he couldn't talk to him.

Then he had to find another way - He Xu stretched out his hand and stroked Song Yu's chin with his fingers.

The fingertips were a little hot, and the place he touched was hot and itchy. Just when Song Yu couldn't help reaching out to scratch, He Xu withdrew his hand again, holding a band-aid in his hand, and looked at him righteously.

If the briquettes were here, they would have scolded He Xu for being coquettish and profligate.

It's a pity that it's not there, Song Yu turned his face away, coughed a few times, and waited for the heat on his face to fade before turning back to talk about business.

"Since he took the initiative to become like this, how to call him back?"

He Xu lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze: ""The Night Watcher" is a simulated illusion, but not all of them are like this, and some are crazy, stupid, or have amnesia. This is all human instinct—" He suddenly jumped up from the bed, "According to Xiong Yihui's description, the kid doesn't know anything, but he doesn't forget to eat, sleep, and go to the toilet. Does this mean that he hides his ego and superego, and highlights his true nature?" I?"

Song Yu was taken aback: "I am?"

He Xu: "To put it simply: the id refers to the instinct of a person, which is the most primitive part; the superego is the moral self who has been educated under the influence of society; the ego takes the middle."

Song Yu: "It's possible."

He Xu said: "A child of his age, although skinny, should have initially formed an ego, but now the ego occupies most of the space, we have to find a way to stuff the ego back."

He was walking back and forth within an acre of land, when he saw Song Yu make a phone call, and then pressed the loudspeaker: "Why don't you ask a professional?"

This professional, of course, refers to Xiong Yihui.

Xiong Yihui hadn't left yet, he hurried over, and was caught in the prison without taking a sip of hot tea, how could he be reconciled?

At least you have to earn enough travel expenses before leaving.

It's a pity that people in the county didn't like him very much, so he had no choice but to go to the countryside. It seems that the news of the master's fraud did not reach there.

When Song Yu called, he was gnawing on a slick chicken thigh. When the phone rang, he took out a napkin, wiped his hands casually, and pressed the answer button.

"Hi, this is—"

Before he had finished declaring his family name, Song Yu had already said, "Master Xiong, hello."

Master Xiong was startled, the chicken leg fell into the soup, and two small oil splashes splashed on his face.

He Xu said: "Let's ask you about the specific details of calling back the souls of the children in the hotel."

Xiong Yihui hesitated for three seconds and hung it up.

You can't catch me anyway, hehehe.

Song Yu: "..."

Song Yu watched He Xu sneer three times in horror, and made a call with his mobile phone. As a businessman, Xiong Yihui would never refuse anyone, even harassing calls. .

He picked it up and was about to make an opening remark, but was preempted by He Xu again.

"Xiong Yihui, born on July 1974, 7, his ancestral home is Guangdong, his birthplace is Xuzhou, Jiangsu, his father's name is..."

Xiong Yihui was startled and dropped his phone into the soup, splashing oil all over his face.

Apple’s copycat machine is quite tenacious, and it can still be used after taking it out and wiping it dry, but the sound is a little distorted. With this distortion, He Xu’s voice is more like the villain in the cartoon. Xiong Yihui can almost imagine his arrogance , with a smirk on his face, he hurriedly picked up: "You, how do you know so much of my personal information... Let me tell you, you are breaking the law like this, I..."

He Xu snorted and laughed.

Xiong Yihui immediately fell silent.

Only then did He Xu speak with satisfaction: "I asked you about the details of the soul-calling, do you want to tell me or not? Anyway, your soul-calling is useless, so it doesn't matter if you tell it."

Xiong Yihui thought to himself: Farts are useless, I am usually useful, but just met this unlucky kid and smashed his own signboard.

However, he dared not speak out, and justified in a low voice, aggrieved: "... mine is useful."

He Xu didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"No, nothing."

Xiong Yihui thought it would be useless for ordinary people to know, so he explained it in detail, his mouth was dry, and finally finished, He Xu asked him to explain the principle again.

Xiong Yihui: "..."

Are you one hundred thousand why? !

Song Yu also felt that He Xu was not very kind, so he hurriedly added: "It's good to talk about it roughly, not so detailed."

Xiong Yihui: "Okay then. This call for souls is divided into recruiting souls and dead souls. I won't talk about the dead ones. There are two types of living souls: one is that the soul is light and runs away or is abducted; The species was squeezed out."

"The kid from the Qin family and the one from the hotel are both the latter. This one is more troublesome than the former one. You have to get rid of the things that occupy his body first, and then call back the child's living soul."

Song Yu suddenly asked: "Then what if the person occupying his body is another self?"

Xiong Yihui let out an "ah".

Even if his old background was found out, he couldn't help but say at this moment: "No, big brother, this schizophrenia is out of my control, I have to go to the hospital, please believe in science, thank you."

He Xu couldn't help but sneer: "Do you still believe in science, you conjurer?"

"That's necessary, technology is the primary productive force."

He Xu said: "Okay, don't play tricks, think about it carefully, what should you do if you encounter this situation."

Xiong Yihui was compelled by the coercion, and thought for a while: "Do you mean, is it out of order? For example, an adult in his 20s suddenly becomes like a five or six-year-old child? Say what he said when he was a child, do Things he did when he was a kid."

He Xu thought about it, and he was indeed stronger when he was a child, so he said "hmm".

"Then I have to comfort him first, and then find a time to pull him out of his sleep and stuff him back when he was a child."

Although the description is simple and rough, this description is consistent with what He Xu and the others thought. Song Yu said: "Then please come to the Yinghong Hotel and summon the child's soul again."

Xiong Yihui was silent for another three seconds, hesitating whether to hang up the phone again, He Xu glanced at the dark screen, and suddenly smiled:

"Master Xiong, you should think about it clearly. This time the proprietress of the hotel invited you here because she heard about the great achievements of the year, but what about you? You failed. It's not just about money, it's about ruining your brand name." , if you don’t get it back, everyone will hear that you are a liar who has been involved in a scam, who will invite you to call your soul at home?”

Xiong Yihui knew that He Xu was right, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said loudly: "Okay! Wait for me, I'll be right there!"

At this point, He Xu hung up the phone contentedly.

As soon as he looked up, Song Yu looked at him without blinking.

When He Xu was in elementary school, the Chinese teacher asked him to write essays, and he often used "big watery eyes". He Xu felt that it was too vulgar, so he ignored it. But after he got to know Song Yu, he realized that sometimes, he just knows how to speak. poor.

Song Yu's eyes are watery, probably the sum of the purring little milk dog and the meowing little milk cat, multiplied by ten, so watery.

He Xu silently covered his mouth: "What are you looking at me for?"

"He Xu, you are amazing."

He Xu recalled it for a while, probably referring to his behavior of cheating, abducting and pretending to be a bandit: "Do you want to learn?"

Song Yu nodded.

"No learning."

"why?"

"It's not good, you can't learn it."

"Besides," He Xu burst out laughing, "I can do this kind of skill alone."

"why?"

"Because of teaching apprentices, masters starve to death."

He Xu thought to himself: I have taught you, what can I use to tease you?

"Then what can I do?" Song Yu asked sincerely.

He Xu glanced at the leftover fruit from yesterday.

Song Yu immediately picked up the fruit knife and began to peel the pears without complaint.

He Xu ate a pear and was about to fight for the remaining half of the grapefruit yesterday when he suddenly heard a manic dog barking. He quickly opened the window and saw a lot of people gathered in the backyard, the local dogs and German shepherds Stop in front of the house.

The two hurried downstairs.

It is human nature to gossip. Just now when I was having breakfast, I saw He Xu’s frightened guests. Now we are hugging each other affectionately and telling them the ins and outs.

"The proprietress doesn't care about things, she usually stays in the house, and the waiter outside is in charge. There was a mother just now, who took her son, and the one crying over there said that the child was bitten by a dog in the yard. It’s over, let’s lose money, the waiter is calling the proprietress to come out and ask for justice.”

Song Yu frowned: "These two dogs have never been out of the yard."

"Yes, I heard that the proprietress's husband is dead, so she probably bullied the orphans and widowed mothers and blackmailed her."

Although there was regret in the guest's voice, on the surface he looked like he was watching the show.

The backyard is now in chaos, the extortionate mother and child, the mother blushed from crying and her neck was thick, the child had a tooth mark on his leg, it didn't look serious, and he stood there stupidly, but following the mother's crying, he couldn't bear it. I couldn't stop crying.

The mother seemed to want to rush into the room, but there were two dogs blocking her. She pointed at the dogs and cursed loudly.

Song Yu called the police.

But it can't be arrived in a short while. During this period of time, the atmosphere is enough to make the atmosphere heated up. The onlookers are pointing and pointing, and the extortion mother simply lies on the ground and rolls.

The waiter was frightened by the beggar's appearance, and was stunned for a while, unable to speak. The mother lay on the ground and shouted: "My poor son..."

That's when the door opened.

It was pitch black last night, and only an outline could be seen. Now that the sky is blue and the sun is shining, I can finally get a glimpse of the proprietress's true face.

He Xu took a glance and knew why this woman was being targeted.

It's really beautiful.

Deep eyelids, straight nose, black hair, red lips, not only beautiful, but also a kind of beauty with big breasts and wide buttocks, a beautiful widow always attracts a lot of malice, for example, Malena is in Sicily, the proprietress is In Lianghan County.

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