Who is not a fairy?

Yan Feng: "..."

Coal Ball Essence: "..."

Lianqiujing was immersed in his unrepentant "good horses will eat grass", while Yan Feng was immersed in his "prodigal son turned back" temperament, so at this time there was a strange silence inside and outside the phone.

He Xu asked with a smile, "Why aren't you talking?"

Only then did Yan Feng regain his composure and said, "I remember that you are the master of 'living among thousands of flowers, not a single leaf touches your body', why do you suddenly care about these things?"

He Xu changed to a more comfortable sitting position, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "At my age, it's almost time to settle down, so that my parents don't have to worry about it. Now that I've settled down, I have to find someone who knows the basics."

Yan Feng had nothing to say.

As he said before, He Xu had a way to bypass him to check Song Yu's identity. Since he was entrusted to him, it would not be some shady mess.

After that, Yan Feng teased him a few more words, then hung up the phone whining, saying that he was top-heavy from sleepiness and needed to catch up on sleep.

He Xu laughed and said that he would come to thank him when he was free some other day, and then the phone call ended happily.

The briquette essence was eating in a bag of potato chips. After listening to He Xu's words, he poked his head out to give him a hard lesson. Suddenly he met He Xu's eyes and saw that his eyes were black and white. It seemed that there were many heavy feelings in his heart. He closed his mouth as quietly as a chicken.

He Xu was really thinking about something.

But this is not quite the same as the coal ball fine thought.

He was thinking about whether he was right or wrong in letting Song Yu go.

He originally kept Song Yu for the convenience of inquiring about the mysterious organization's news; but if he wanted to inquire, he had to know, the glass man was too creepy, and he couldn't stand it a few more times, so he had to send it away along the way.

But looking back, Song Yufu attracted the glass man as soon as he was exposed. The timing was so coincidental that he was forced to send the hot potato away and at the same time lost the opportunity to inquire.

Is there really such a coincidence?

Is Song Yu really ignorant as he said?

The briquette essence looked at He Xu's face, and used its very limited head to guess what He Xu was thinking, but of course it couldn't think of anything, so it decided to ask politely: "Do you really want to pick him up?"

He Xu glanced at it noncommittally.

The briquette spirit wanted to roll its eyes at him, but its eyeballs were black, and this idea was doomed to fail: "It was only four days ago, because he recruited that glass man and you almost died! Fortunately, I was smart! If you With him, nine lives are not enough for you!"

He Xu glanced at it in surprise: "Who said I'm going to be with him?"

The briquette was silent for two seconds: "...Do you want to run away after sleeping? You are such a scum."

He Xu shrugged his shoulders in a good-tempered manner, and did not intend to delve into this issue. He picked up a piece of potato chips with two fingers and put them in his mouth. With his right hand, he poured out all the photos and documents in the envelope, and looked at them one by one.

Coal Ball Jing watched with him for a while, then yawned boredly: "Why did you find Qian to investigate Yan Feng? I thought you would investigate Song Yu."

He Xu opened his eyelids, showing an unpredictable smile: "Want to know? Change the answer for the answer. Tell me first, is there anyone like you in this world?"

The briquette spirit tilted his head and thought for a while: "No."

"Don't talk about the distance, let's just talk about Liming City. There are countless delicious food. Since sesame seed cakes can become gods, why can you be sure that there are no other places?"

The briquette suddenly jumped from the coffee table to the floor, twirled a few times, and jumped into the bag of potato chips to grab a piece of potato chips: "This question is so complicated, hey, I don't know how to say it, to put it simply, you You don’t recognize orangutans as humans, do you? Even if you never went out when you were a child, but your mother took you out to play, you also know that people are walking on the road, not other animals, right?

The principle is the same, I can distinguish the same kind, but I have lived in Liming City for decades, and I have never seen one like me. "

"What if the family is white?"

He Xu is like which pot does not turn on and which pot to lift. The inability to turn white is a sore foot with extremely precise precision. It jumped up fiercely and hit He Xu's chest, cursing: "White people and black people don't look the same as you , You didn't treat them as human beings!"

He Xu actually wanted to explain the influence of cultural indoctrination and education to the hairball, but then he thought that it was so big in total and contained so many organs, which might leave too little for the brain, so he just gave up.

The briquette spirit doesn't know what he thinks. If he knew that he must be beaten to death, he just bit two locks of He Xu's hair to vent his anger: "Okay, okay, I'm done explaining, tell me why you want to investigate Yan Feng?"

He Xu didn't bother to show off: "When I saw Song Yu, I was thinking that even superpowers are too exaggerated, which obviously surpasses the limit of the human body. And you can lift objects, especially the talent for making sesame seed cakes It is also very unscientific, you are the god of pancakes, and so on, so is he the god of electricity?"

Briquette obviously disagreed with his statement: "I am a god born from sesame seed cakes, because people like your sesame seed cakes, but no one knows and nobody likes him, how could he become a god?"

He Xu smiled and said, "I like him. Let's stop making trouble and continue. This theory doesn't hold true for Song Yu, but he is very special, and he can see you; so I try to make this theory Put it on routine—”

Coal Ball Spirit: "You mean, Yan Feng is... the god of the police?"

He Xu nodded: "This is just a clumsy assumption. The only known member of the organization is Modin. There will be communication among members, but it is impossible to tell who is coming and who is coming from the noodle shop, and Yan Feng is here before I come. He was a little famous in the police station, but now he is an expert in the police station, I asked him to help investigate Song Yu, if he is a member of that organization, he will definitely get in touch with Modin."

The briquettes are still a little unconvinced, the big Yan has been to the house before, he is decent, and even the folds between his brows are shining with a distinctive holy light.

"That's not necessarily true. People don't need to go to the noodle shop at all. It's just a phone call. Maybe they just want to eat a bowl of noodles."

He Xu smiled and looked at it slightly: "So I asked Xiaoqian to check his previous life trajectory together." He dug out a stack of printed materials, "He is a member of this 'Flying Bird Club', and the 'Flying Bird Club' is a city The bicycle team in the city likes to ride bicycles around the city without any problems.”

Meiqiujing glanced at the photo of the "Flying Bird Club": "Is there a problem? Aren't there many clubs like this now?"

He Xu laughed loudly: "Then do you know the location of this club? Look here, the first floor is the 'Bird Club', the second floor is the chess and board game room, and the third floor is for desserts and SPA - and Modin often goes to the second floor. playing billiards."

The hairs all over the briquette spirit exploded.

"Look carefully at the game facilities in this building, what did you find?"

"what?"

He Xu flicked the briquette spirit on the forehead: "Stupid, look at the distribution of the facilities. Except for young children, everything else is taken care of. Teenagers can join the bicycle team, or stay at home and play board games on the second floor; middle-aged and elderly people can Go to the chess and card room to play mahjong and play cards; women prefer desserts and beauty."

"You mean... that's their den?"

The briquette spirit shook its fur, and suddenly burrowed into He Xu's chest. He Xu managed to get the bullshit plaster off, and saw it tearfully said, "I want to hug."

He Xu ruthlessly said, "No, get out."

The briquette spirit was a little angry, and really rolled away, but rolled back halfway, and burrowed back into He Xu's arms persistently: "I'm afraid."

He Xu rubbed its fluffy fur and picked off the potato chip crumbs for it: "What are you afraid of, they can't see you."

"Then what do you do," it whimpered, "what should I do if they try to kill you?"

He Xu hissed like a toothache: "Can you wish me something good, for example, I am alone, go deep into the enemy's nest, fight bravely, and retreat. Then everyone was very moved, and the media from all walks of life cried and hugged me. My legs let me be interviewed, so I became famous and passed down through the ages..."

The briquette spirit responded by spitting water in his face.

——Of course it was later retaliated badly by some vengeful person.

After the briquettes finished begging for mercy from their father and mother, He Xu put away the materials contentedly, and turned on the computer to get the email from Yan Feng—ten lines at a glance, and he would delete it when he was done.

It doesn't matter how much of the email is true or not.

At night, before He Xu went to bed, he took care of the coal ball spirit: "I will take you out tomorrow afternoon, and behave better."

The coal ball spirit was still resenting the beating just now, so he only snorted.

At [-]:[-] p.m. the next day, He Xu left the door on time, with the briquettes on his shoulders.

Seeing that his two long legs were about to step into the "Laifu Noodle Restaurant", the coal ball panicked: "What are you doing? I won't fight!"

He Xu didn't look sideways, and only moved his lower lip slightly, the first and last words were almost in his throat: "Shut up."

This sound was not heard by others, only a handsome young man strode into the store, and Modin, who was about to close up, saw it, and immediately burst into a smile on his face: "Xiao He, you are here."

He Xu responded with a smile: "Brother Mo, I'm here to beg for a bowl of noodles, won't the store be closed?"

Modin hurriedly said: "No, just take advantage of the lack of people to clean up, what do you want to eat, I will make it for you."

"Shrimp fried eel noodles."

"Okay, you sit down, sit down wherever you want, I'm going to the kitchen first."

When Modin came out holding his face, he couldn't find anyone for a while. He Xu ran to the second floor and chose a corner position, which was very far away, and he couldn't see anything from the outside. Seeing this, Modin's face twitched. She twitched, but still smiled and put her face in front of him.

He Xu poked with the tip of the chopsticks, with a calm expression and no intention of eating.

Modin looked at him: "Why, this side is not to your liking?"

He Xu raised his eyes, and smiled with a different nose and face: "Brother Mo, go downstairs and lock the door, the only two living people are above, be careful if someone comes in to steal things."

Modin waved his hand: "What are you afraid of, my shop is all about craftsmanship, and I can steal two or two sides at most."

That being said, he went down below and locked the door.

When he came up again, He Xu was looking at the entrance of the stairs with his chin in his hands, with a half-smile on his lips—"He really didn't eat noodles", Modin thought.

When Modin was two steps away from the table, He Xu dropped his chopsticks on the ground. He was about to bend down to pick them up when he heard a voice above his head saying, "Don't move."

Modin's eyes blurred, and at some point, a spring/knife was pressed against his heart.

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