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"Master," Xiaofu hung on the ceiling with his bare feet, holding a piece of watermelon in his hand, gnawing on it until his face was covered with juice, and asked vaguely, "I'll ask you a question."

A string of watermelon juice slammed on the back of Qi Lu's hand. The color was lighter than blood, like an instant blood drink mixed with inferior blood essence; It has a mild sweet aroma, as if an extra cheap flavor has been added to the instant blood drink.

Qi Lu lowered his eyelids, squinted his eyes slightly, and carefully observed the drop of light red liquid on the back of his hand, trying to find out what is so good about this kind of thing, so that Lin Mubai and Xiaofu both like it.

After staring at it for ten seconds, Qi Lu snorted lightly, a trace of disdain flashed in his long and narrow eyes, and he came to a conclusion - no.

Human things have no merits at all, only monsters like Lin Mubai and Xiaofu who have never seen the world will be tempted.

Qi Lu took out a handkerchief from his shirt front pocket, and wiped off the watermelon juice with the handkerchief.There was a red mark on the snow-white silk handkerchief. Qi Lu twisted the corner of the handkerchief, frowned in disgust, and threw the handkerchief into the trash can without hesitation.

He turned a page of the book, picked up the glass at hand, and took a sip of the bright red liquid inside.The smell of artificial blood filled the mouth, and finally covered the sweet and greasy smell of watermelon.

"What's the problem?" Qi Lu asked without raising his head.

After Xiaofu gnawed the last piece of watermelon, he sucked his finger with insatiable desire.

Just now when he went out to catch bugs, he happened to meet Lin Mubai coming out of Si Yu's house with a plate of colorful fruits in his hand.

But Lin Mubai's nasty cypress demon is really stingy, he asked for it for a long time, before Lin Mubai reluctantly gave him a small plum and a few pieces of small watermelon, and he was gone after two bites.

"There is a kind of monster," Xiaofu pouted, and relayed vividly, "It can hold a pillar up to the sky. It is 23 centimeters long and as thick as a sugar jar! Master, do you know what kind of monster it is?"

Qi Lu had a mouthful of blood in his mouth and hadn't swallowed it, so he was choked up.He coughed a few times, subconsciously reached for the handkerchief, and remembered that he had thrown the handkerchief just now, so he covered his mouth with his arm, and the red liquid splashed all over his sleeve.

Qi Lu has lived for more than 200 years, and he has carved self-restraint and integrity into his bones. He rarely has such embarrassing moments. The key is to embarrass himself in front of the little boy he raised.

He took a quick look at Xiaofu, the little boy was obviously still immersed in that question, scratching his head and muttering "what a strange monster", not paying attention to him at all.

Qi Lu breathed a sigh of relief, and folded up his dirty sleeves twice, then lowered his face, and asked Xiao Fu, "Who told you this?"

"Brother Xiaobai!" Xiaofu was in high spirits. "He heard it from humans. It's so strange. I've never seen this kind of monster. Master, have you seen it?"

The little boy stared at him with burning eyes, Qi Lu's head was stared big.He took off his glasses, pinched his nose twice, and tried to enlighten Xiaofu on the sex knowledge of underage demons.

But when he raised his eyes, he saw the little guy hanging upside down on the light bulb with his bare feet, his face was covered with watermelon juice, and there were a few grass leaves hidden in his hair. He must have rolled with Xiaomao on the grass again just now.

He was like a little idiot, bubbling stupidly, Qi Lu really didn't know how to explain this thing to him, and swallowed the words when they came to his lips, thinking that there is no hurry, wait a few years, and then slow down several years.

He rolled up the book, raised his hand and tapped Xiaofu's forehead, and replied: "What's weird, I don't know."

Xiao Fu was quite happy when his head was knocked out, and he happily thought that it was useless for the master to read so many books, and he was just as stupid as him.

The little guy hung over his head and snickered like an annoying little mouse.

Qi Lu was serious and calm on the surface, but he was actually a bit embarrassed by the laughter in his heart, so he had to cover it up with a straight face: "What are you laughing at?"

"Master is so stupid!" Xiaofu blurted out, but the little guy gave up after shouting these four words boldly, jumped from the ceiling, hid under the table with bare feet, hugged a table leg, and was still giggling.

Qi Lu's cold face showed signs of loosening, and the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked up, and before he could draw an obvious upward arc, he restrainedly pressed it down.

He buried his upper body in the recliner, glanced sideways at the bottom of the table, and asked lazily, "Want to copy a book?"

As soon as Xiaofu heard this tone, he knew that the master was not really angry. He crawled out from under the table, hugged Qi Lu's leg, shook his head and said, "Xiaofu doesn't copy books, Xiaofu is a detective, go spy on human beings!"

Qi Lu shook his head helplessly and said, "Go."

Xiaofu cheered, and turned into a fist-sized bat, flew around the room, and slid out of the window.

Qi Lu arranged for Si Yu to live next door, and he did have this intention.

That old guy Fan Tianxing talked about the "Policy of Harmonious Coexistence of Humans and Monsters" in a hype, but the lessons learned more than 100 years ago were too painful, and Qi Lu dared not forget for a moment that human beings are human beings after all, selfish, greedy, cruel and cold-blooded, are the most unworthy things on this planet. A race of trust.

Si Yu was sent in by Fan Tianxing, and the safest way was to put him under his nose and watch him all the time.

During the day, Lin Mubai tried every means to cling to Si Yu; at night, a little bat, Xiao Fu, sneaked into Si Yu's room and stared at him.

But these days, the two reported the same content. The human in room 44 seemed to have nothing else to do except cooking. He either lay on the bed, on the sofa, or on the recliner—— In short, the state is lying down, and the specific actions can be flexibly switched among "playing with mobile phone", "in a daze" and "picking feet".

Every time Qi Lu heard the news they sent up, he couldn't help thinking that Fan Tianxing was really blind, and he coaxed another waste into the ancient pond.

But he intuited that Si Yu was different from the first two humans—there was something in Si Yu that was more sensitive than ordinary humans.

Qi Lu couldn't tell what it was, but if he insisted on making an analogy, it would be like a cat that obviously has claws, but carefully hides the sharp parts, only revealing its smoothness and docileness.

Qi Lu was disgusted with this kind of thing on Si Yu, very disgusted.

But obviously, both Lin Mubai and Xiaofu liked this beautiful new human being very much, so Qi Lu had to keep a high degree of vigilance.

When the detective Xiaofu sneaked into Room 44, Si Yu was staring at the book "The Treasure Book of Ghosts and Monsters".

He just flipped through it hastily, and found that this booklet was completely handwritten, and it could be seen that it was quite old.

The first half of the book was written with a brush. The paper was yellow and the ink was very old. Some places were blurred due to the age; Scrawled, with oddly abstract drawings in most places.

Si Yu's heart skipped a beat, he recognized the handwriting, it was his father Si Zheng's handwriting, there was no way he could be wrong.

Si Zheng was a writer of ghost novels before his death. He was almost obsessed with ghosts and strange tales. He often stayed out all night, saying that he was looking for creative inspiration.

He serialized novels on a forum, and because of the niche themes, there were very few readers. However, Si Zheng's enthusiasm for writing has remained unchanged for ten years and has never diminished.He often makes some drafts on paper, draws some strange pictures, and writes some unique symbols. I have seen these waste papers countless times when I was a child, and the handwriting is exactly the same as that on the booklet.

It is estimated that this manual was bought by his father from some second-hand bookstore, and then he typed his own draft behind it.

Si Yu was stunned for a while, and his mind finally started to function after a brief blank.

——Oh, this is my father's relic, the words on it are written by him, and the pictures on it are made by him.

Si Yu flipped through the second half of what Si Yu was writing page by page. Just like the waste paper back then, he couldn't understand a single word.

He looked at it, and suddenly a strong soreness surged in his throat, as if someone had grabbed his neck, his breathing was tight, and his eyes were hot.

Over the years, Si Yu rarely thought about his father.He is a camel crossing the desert alone with nothing to rely on. Missing and indulging in this emotion is the straw that crushes him, and he must quit.

However, this unexpected manual seemed to have opened a dusty box. Si Yu blinked vigorously, and the image of his father writing at his desk appeared in his mind, with his back bent and clumsy typing on the keyboard bought in the second-hand market.

He remembered asking his father once if there were any monsters in the world.His father said that if you believe there is, there will be; if you believe that there is no, there will be no.

This is so mysterious and mysterious, in fact, it is equivalent to not saying it.

Si Yu has always felt that those who write ghost stories like his father are fools, fooling him back and forth and fooling himself into it, and he lost his last life in it.

Si Yu lay on his back on the bed with the handbook spread out to cover his face.

His father made a big joke with him. He died quietly, and he didn't even see him for the last time. It's been more than eight years now, and the corpse has been refrigerated a hundred and eight thousand times But at this moment, let him find some kind of bullshit manual. The old man has no good intentions, but just wants to make him cry.

Si Yu sniffed hard, thinking not to let this nasty old man succeed.

But when he inhaled, the tip of his nose keenly caught a strange smell - not the unique ink smell of old books, but another smell.

It is a very light rust smell, mixed with a little fishy.

He jumped up from the bed and shook the spine of the book twice, only to find that the last two pages of the manual were glued together.

Si Yu turned the booklet to those two pages, held it up to the light, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and found something written on one of the pages.

There are more than a dozen blank pages in the booklet at the end, and his father hangs it up before it is full. Why are there things on the last two pages?

Si Yu followed the margins and carefully peeled off the two sticky pages. The moment the papers were completely separated, two traces appeared on the inside.

The color is dark red, and the edges are even blackened, unlike the red ink pen; the touch is very hard, and the traces have been dried for too long, so brittle that it seems that a light poke with a finger can pierce the paper.

The tip of Si Yu's nose was close to the dark red place, and since the booklet had been sealed in an airtight iron box, the smell had not dissipated.

He smelled it right, there was indeed a faint fishy smell left on it.

He raised his head abruptly, his eyes were bright red, his heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he had a bold guess in his mind - this was the old bloodstain.

What kind of blood is this?Whose blood is it?Why did it appear in his dad's handbook?

Si Yu's heart was beating like a drum, he tried his best to suppress all kinds of doubts in his heart, and concentrated on distinguishing the blood marks smeared horizontally and vertically on the paper, like the first two strokes of the word "正".

Zheng——his father's name is Zheng. What does the incomplete word "Zheng" mean?

Si Yu was about to explode due to the overwhelming amount of information. He thought it was just a draft book, but his intuition told him that it was not that simple.

Si Yu's mind fell into a vacuum state between high-speed operation and stop operation. Before he had time to think more, suddenly, a sharp and miserable cry pierced the dead air of the deserted village, hissing and scratching his eardrums.

"Hey—"