Roster of Demons

Will a normal contractor perform life and death in the middle of the night?

Gu Zhen was silent for a moment, and asked, "...Are you really a relative of Chen Ming who can't be reached?"

Fang Jing laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense." Fu Xiaozi turned around from the passenger seat, patted the back of the seat to attract Gu Zhen's attention, "Do you have anything to explain?" She flicked her eyelids to the little crow , "How did you get to know this monster? Why did you get involved with the hunter? If you want to snatch Pixiu in the hunter's territory, don't you die?"

"It's a bad relationship, don't mention it." Gu Zhen glanced at the little crow, who was leaning against the window, and the dim light of the street lamps flashed across his face.Putting on a look of nothing to do with him, but Gu Zhen knew that he must be listening with his ears pricked up.

As for other questions, Gu Zhen couldn't understand what Fu Xiaozi was saying: "The hunter is a thing?"

"Are you capable?!" Fu Xiaozi opened her eyes wide in surprise, the heavy makeup on her face melted away during the fight, and the black eyeshadow hung on her cheeks, which was gloomy and terrifying, "I don't know what she does Dare to come here? Who gave you the courage, big cousin?"

At this time, Fang Jing, who was driving, also said: "Fortunately, the lot this time is relatively ordinary, and the other party has only one hunting spirit escort, otherwise..." He glanced at Gu Zhen from the rearview mirror, "Is your skill safe now?" The evacuation is still unknown. Don't be so reckless next time."

Gu Zhen: "..." The contractor's glance was very specific.

Gu Zhen turned to Little Crow, who gave him an expression of "I told you not to listen to me, look, you deserve to be scolded", closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

"...Okay." Gu Zhen suddenly became the target of public criticism, "I have criticized the criticism, and I accept it humbly on behalf of myself, and have the courage to admit mistakes. As for you...don't give an explanation? What's the matter with the hunters? You are What do you do?—especially Comrade Fu Xiaozi."

Gu Zhen tugged at the hem of Fu Xiaozi's cheongsam, and she pushed her palm on the forehead: "Aren't you a clerk in some company? Does the second aunt know that you are dressed like this and come out to fight? - No, I have to Take a photo as evidence, let the second aunt take a good look."

"Shut up and sit down." Fu Xiaozi snatched Gu Zhen's cell phone and threw it on the dashboard.Turning to Fang Jing, "Can you tell me?"

Fang Jing said: "The regulations cannot be disclosed to ordinary people, for fear of causing panic. But..."

Fu Xiaozi said, "Let's get to the point."

Fang Jing said: "Since Gu Zhen and the monster are friends, they can't be regarded as ordinary people. You can tell them the non-confidential parts."

"That's okay to say." Fu Xiaozi said to Gu Zhen, "If you want to know anything, just ask Fang Jing. I will mainly do it, and he will mainly talk."

Gu Zhen leaned over very cooperatively, as if listening attentively.

"Then let me tell you about the hunter first." Fang Jing said, "You'd better be prepared. Your friend—"

Gu Zhen hurriedly said: "I forgot to introduce him, his name is Little Crow. Is it... probably a crow?" As soon as he finished speaking, he was stepped on by the people around him.

Gu Zhen blew his beard and stared at the little crow.

The little crow didn't open his mouth to refute, and Fang Jing didn't take it seriously. It is far from possible for a crow demon's demon power to reach the point where the alarm is triggered to the strongest level.

Fang Jing said: "The hunters are a very dangerous organization. They make a living by selling all kinds of 'arts' - for example, today's auction of the Pixiu bronze sculpture, this bronze sculpture is just a very cheap street product, 100 yuan You can buy three or five. But have you noticed its starting price?"

Fang Jing stretched out a hand and turned it up and down: "The starting price is 500 million. They are not selling bronze sculptures, but this one who is sleeping now."

"brave troops?!"

"Old beggar?!"

The little crow and Gu Zhen spoke in unison.

"That's right." Fang Jing said, "The real job of a hunter is to catch monsters and extract spiritual consciousness. Seal the spiritual consciousness in bronze sculptures, calligraphy and paintings, and woodcuts, and sell them to those who can pay the price."

"Damn it!" The little crow clenched his fists.

"What is the spiritual consciousness of monsters?" Gu Zhen patted the little crow's hand carefully, "Relax and relax."

"It's equivalent to a human brain." Fang Jing said, "Do you think so, little crow?"

"It can be understood in this way." The little crow replied deeply, "Monsters absorb the essence of the world and realize it, and all kinds of changes and abilities come from their spiritual consciousness. The so-called 'will' and 'monster power' are the concrete manifestations of spiritual consciousness. change."

"People will die if they lose their brains." Fang Jing said, "similarly, monsters will die if they lose their spiritual consciousness."

"Fuck!" Gu Zhen cursed, "What's the difference between this and murder?"

"In their eyes, monsters are not human beings." Fang Jing said, "It's just a tool to make money. If they think it is necessary, they will not spare even human beings.

"A long time ago, since the existence of monsters was known, there was a group of people who made a living by selling the spiritual knowledge of monsters. There were very obscure written records of this history as early as the Western Han Dynasty. At first, this group of people called themselves monster hunters. Developed to the present, it has evolved into a 'hunter' with a strict system.

"In the hunter organization, apart from the grass-roots frontline and logistics personnel, there are also special existences called 'hunting spirits'. The ghost mask we encountered today is one of them, but his qualifications are average, so it is not worth dealing with. trouble."

"As for me and Comrade Fu Xiaozi." Fang Jing said, "Our nature is exactly the opposite of that of hunters. Our main task is to prevent the mutually unfavorable behavior between humans and monsters. We jokingly call it the 'Anti-Hunting Alliance' internally. For the 'Research Committee on the Peaceful Coexistence of Humans and Youkai'.——Do you understand me when I say that?"

Gu Zhen nodded, shook his head again, and asked the little crow: "Do you understand?"

"Idiots don't understand." The little crow said.

Gu Zhen: "..."

"'Shun Ling' is the descendant of the spiritual vein?" the little crow asked.

"That's right." Fang Jing said, "Fu Xiaozi and I are the same. If you want to trouble the hunters by yourself, my suggestion is to think twice before acting. The spiritual knowledge of the old Pixiu will soon dissipate naturally. Monsters, hunters are just doing business by the way.

"Their main hunting group is monsters with powerful monsters like you. The more powerful you are, the more valuable you are. 'Wealth and wealth are sought in danger', there are many hunters who are not afraid of death.

"I believe that after this confrontation, the ghost mask will report the information about the little crow to the upper hunters soon, and you should be more careful in the future."

After reviewing this, Zhen understands, the little crow is very valuable, no, the little crow is easy to encounter danger.

"Don't bother you," said the little crow.

Fang Jing smiled and said to Gu Zhen: "Our team has just been reorganized. Currently there are only two team leaders and deputy team leaders. Are you interested in joining?"

"Fang Jing!" Fu Xiaozi was very dissatisfied with the sudden change of topic, and shouted, "Don't drag my cousin into the water!"

"Just say it casually, don't take it seriously." Fang Jing turned the steering wheel to the right, slowed down slowly, and parked the car on the side of the road.

The pursuers have been wiped out.

Gu Zhen asked Fu Xiaozi in a low voice: "What does he mean by the reorganization just now?"

"Literally," Fu Xiaozi said angrily, "Our group is called the Special Operations Group. The five former members were all dead. That's why Fang Jing and I were transferred here. Don't come here if you have nothing to do, understand? "

Gu Zhenkuang nodded: "Understood."

"Okay, it's safe for now." Fang Jing turned around and asked the two people in the back seat, "What are your plans?"

Gu Zhen subconsciously turned her head to look at the old beggar. The latter was in a daze and didn't know when he would wake up.

The little crow was very straightforward, raised his chin lightly: "Take Paixiu away." His meaning was very clear, if you don't want to take it away, do it.

Fu Xiaozi looked at Fang Jing, and gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

Fang Jing smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Our mission is to ensure the safety of the target. Since Paixiu's life is not in danger, the mission is considered complete." He patted Fu Xiaozi's arm to comfort him, "You can take him away."

The little crow lightly kicked Gu Zhen: "Get out of the car."

"Okay." Gu Zhen followed the little crow out of the car, "Xiao Zi, I'm leaving."

"Cousin!" Fu Xiaozi stopped him, "Call me if you need anything."

It was obvious that Fu Xiaozi was worried about Little Crow, this monster was too dangerous.

Gu Zhen nodded: "Okay, then return the phone to me quickly."

"Here you are." Fu Xiaozi picked up the phone and threw it into his arms.

Gu Zhen helped the old beggar into the wheelchair, and after closing the car door, Fang Jing drove away.A human and a demon were left standing on the empty street pushing a wheelchair.Looking around, a large area of ​​flower beds and trees seems to be a garden in a certain city.

"Didn't this person do it on purpose? Anyway, send us to a place where it's easy to take a taxi." Gu Zhen was in the dark, but he didn't recognize which city garden it was for a long time, so he could only open the electronic map, "Let me call a taxi, I don't know if anyone will come at this late hour. Let's go to the side and wait for a while...the destination is set to Yuehua Community."

He lowered his head to operate the screen and pushed the wheelchair with one hand.

"Wait a minute." The little crow pressed the back of the chair, "Pixiu, is there anywhere you want to go?"

Gu Zhen looked up: "Old man, are you awake?"

The old beggar finally moved. He nodded wearily, his throat tightened, and he coughed violently.Gu Zhen quickly groped around, but couldn't find a tissue for a long time.

"Use mine." In the end, the little crow took out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

The old beggar waved his hand, rejecting his kindness: "Where is this?"

Gu Zhen said: "Qingqing Garden. It's almost to the south of the city. Old man, do you know what happened? You almost made a bronze sculpture and sold it."

"Hey." The old beggar held up the pixiu bronze sculpture in his hand, "Is this what you're talking about?" He coughed twice, "To be honest, the old man left with those people voluntarily."

"Oh.—No," Gu Zhen was shocked, "Are you confused? Do you know what you're talking about?"

"The old man is not crazy." The old beggar grabbed the little crow's hand. His hand was thin and dry, but at this moment, it burst out with irresistible strength, "Little baby, the old man asks you one last thing."

After sending Gu Zhen and the monster away, only Fang Jing and Fu Xiaozi were left in the car.

Fu Xiaozi breathed a sigh of relief, and took off the alarm bracelet on his hand: "This shit shook all the way, and finally stopped."

Fang Jing stared ahead and turned the steering wheel freely: "You have fought against this monster, how do you feel?"

Fu Xiaozi thought for a while, then spit out two words: "Very strong."

The little crow must not be an ordinary monster, she couldn't understand why Gu Zhen had anything to do with him.

"However, he didn't kill Hunting Spirit or me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you now." Fu Xiaozi continued.

"Shock and deterrence is the main thing, and there is spare power when you strike; you can also control your emotions when you are angry-this monster is very self-disciplined." Fang Jing said.

He lightly tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, thoughtfully: "For a monster of this level, it is very rare to be able to do this.

"I guess someone or a monster has restrained him for a long time; or for some reason, he can't reveal his whereabouts and cause too much commotion; of course, other possibilities are not ruled out."

He paused, and then said: "No matter what it is, it's a good thing for us, at least for now, his emotions are controllable. In the past few days, you should keep in touch with Gu Zhen and find out about the little crow through him It’s true and false. The little crow doesn’t show too much aggressiveness now, but accidents can’t be ruled out, leaving a super-level monster in the city is still very dangerous.”

Fu Xiaozi hesitated: "Do I have to involve my cousin? If my dad finds out..."

"Your father will find out soon." Fang Jing said, "You don't have to worry about this. After I go back, I will make a detailed analysis report on this action, and it will appear on the desk of the Fu Department tomorrow afternoon at the latest. Up. I think he will make a more reasonable arrangement on whether to continue to contact Gu Zhen."

"Little baby, the old man asks you one last thing."

The little crow frowned: "Let's listen."

"Little baby, push the old man over there." The old beggar pointed to the garden.

"What about me?" Gu Zhen asked hurriedly.

"You wait here." The little crow took the wheelchair, "Call a car, and we will go to Luyan Bay in the west of the city."

"Now?" Gu Zhen said, "Do you know what time it is, brother? You shouldn't be in a hurry to send the old man back, right?"

Gu Zhen yelled at the little crow's back, but in the end he followed his request and chose Luyan Bay as the destination.

In the middle of the night, someone actually took the order.It's just that the distance is a bit far. Depending on the distance, it will take more than ten minutes for the driver to drive here.

Gu Zhen squatted on the side of the road, playing the platinum version of Bubble Bobble boredly, turning her head to look at the garden from time to time.

"What are you doing, sneaking around and not letting me know." Gu Zhen muttered in a low voice, the bullets hit randomly, and the gameover happened within two hits.

He opened another game casually, and when he was playing vigorously, a white light gradually lit up in the area that he could see out of the corner of his eye.

Gu Zhen put down the game and stood up straight facing the white light.

The light gushes out from the direction where the two monsters are, expands little by little, and illuminates a whole circular area through layers of tree shadows, which is very conspicuous in the dark night.

A few seconds later, the circular area shrouded in light gradually shrank again, retracting from the shadows of trees, and hiding.The garden returned to its original appearance in the night.

After a while, a figure stepped out of the darkness.Gu Zhen took a closer look and saw that it was a little crow.Probe back again, but did not see another monster: "Where is the old beggar?"

The little crow approached him, with a tired face, and spread his hands: "Here."

On the palm of his hand lay a bronze sculpture of Pixiu, a cheap one with simple workmanship, it was the one that the old beggar had been holding in his hand all the time.

"The old beggar is in the bronze sculpture?" There was too much information for Gu Zhen to digest for a while.They had just rescued the old beggar from the hunters, but the old beggar himself sealed his spiritual consciousness again, "What is he trying to do?"

"You ask me who I ask." The little crow was very upset, "It's so annoying."

Recalling the question that the old beggar asked him when he had a private conversation with him that day - "Little baby, the old man asks you, is there any way to keep the priest alive after the death of the priest?"

He probably understood what the old beggar was thinking.It's just that I couldn't understand the helplessness in the eyes of the old beggar at that time; nor could I understand why the old beggar made such a choice in the end.

The little crow looked at the bronze sculpture of Pixiu in his palm, with a little bewildered look in his eyes.

Obviously it was just a ritual.

Gu Zhen didn't know what he was thinking, felt a little sad, and asked, "Then shall we go to Luyan Bay?"

"Go." The little crow said, "I promised Pixiu that I would send the bronze statue away, and I will definitely do it."

The night got darker.

The study room of Mr. Zhang’s house was still lit.

Through the window, one can vaguely see a thick stack of missing person notices on the corner of the desk, and a simple portrait pasted on it, which shows an old man with messy hair and beard.

Everything is silent, and occasionally a few sporadic cars can be heard speeding past outside the window.

Mr. Zhang was lying on the desk, as if he had fallen asleep.Suddenly there was a noise from the window, as if someone had thrown a small stone on the glass.

Mr. Zhang woke up from his short sleep and got up to check.He opened the window and looked down. There was no one on the quiet street.Just as he was about to close the window, he saw a small bronze sculpture on the windowsill.

Mr. Zhang recognized the engraving on the bronze sculpture, which is a kind of auspicious beast in ancient mythology, called Pixiu.

The quality of the bronze sculpture is very ordinary, and it doesn't look worth much, but Mr. Zhang still picked it up.He looked around again, and after making sure he didn't see anyone, he closed the window.

The little crow stepped out of the shadows and looked up at Mr. Zhang's study.There was a slight movement in the room, and half a minute later, the lights in the room went out.

Gu Zhen stood far away, couldn't help scratching his arms and legs, and asked in a low voice, "Are you all right? I'm about to be carried away by mosquitoes!"

"Here we come." The little crow responded impatiently.

Until the little crow approached, Gu Zhen couldn't help but ask again: "Why did the old beggar do this?"

"You know that the priest and the priest live and die together, right?" the little crow said.

"Yeah." Gu Zhen nodded, "Unequal treaties in the new era."

The little crow rolled his eyes at him: "Pixiu probably wants to keep his sacrifice."

"The quality of the bronze sculpture is a bit poor, but it is not so easy to break." He said, "Although Pixiu is dead, his spiritual consciousness is still sealed, so it is not really dead. It will take many years for the last bit of spiritual consciousness to dissipate, enough That man lived to the end of his life."

"So that's the case. Sealing the spiritual consciousness is not the same as us hanging our lives with instruments to prevent death? Does this count as 'death without peace'? It will be very difficult." Gu Zhen asked anxiously.

"The monster has his own ambition. He wants to, can you and I control it?" said the little crow.

Gu Zhen thought for a while, then nodded and said, "They are all good people. The old beggar is, and so is Mr. Zhang who owns the dessert shop. But it's a pity," he then sighed, "The old man told me last time that after so many years He doesn't even know Mr. Zhang's name. It would be great if he could be known."

The little crow said, "Zhang Jianyuan."

Gu Zhen: "Huh?"

"That man's name." The little crow pushed Gu Zhen impatiently, "Don't you want to go back? Hurry up! I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep now."

"How do you know?" Gu Zhen strode to keep up with him.

"Don't you have eyes?" Little Crow said, "It's on the business license of his dessert shop!"

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