[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

With a piece of toast in his mouth, Mu Ke opened the metal fuel tank door in front of the garden. The sun had already warmed the metal. It had just snowed two days before Mu Ke came to Baltimore, and now the snow has melted. Leave the cold air and the blue sky with the clouds scattered.

After he took out a thick kraft paper envelope from Virginia from the mailbox, he went back to the house and tore open the envelope, dumped all the certificates and documents inside on the coffee table, and flipped through them one by one. look.

New ID card and driver's license, real estate certificate and transfer contract of this house, and new credit card.Mu Ke replaced the original documents in the wallet that also had Mu Ke’s name on them, but the date of birth was 1963, and the new one had the date of birth written in 1981.

Mu Ke uses a human body, but the power he possesses does not belong to humans after all. He needs food and sleep, but hardly ever ages.

He walks on this continent as a human being. In order to avoid the appearance of certain urban ghost stories, the US government will set up a new identity for him every 20 years, and Mu Ke will leave the original place every 20 years. place, to revisit 20 years in a brand new place where no one has ever seen him before.The destination of the replacement is entirely his choice.

But there is nothing special about Baltimore, just a random choice, but when Muke arrived in this city, he found that it was a good choice.If he would have been a veterinarian because of the greater likelihood of soul confusion due to the closeness of earthly pets to humans, in Baltimore he would have had little to do but be on the street. Walk around a few times and you will come across a human or animal with a soul disordered condition.

It made his job incredibly easy—and it represented an anomaly in the city, an anomaly that hadn't been discovered by the U.S. Paranormal Affairs Office.

But now it is ten o'clock in the morning, which is no longer his working time. All the materials on the table were put into the Qiankun bag, and Mu Ke spread the house decoration guide and garden design left by the previous homeowner on the carpet. The reference book has turned a few pages, and the gray and white cool-toned decoration or the dark-colored all-wood furniture design did not arouse Mu Ke's extra interest, and the picture of the manor planted with French plane trees and yellow roses in another book is also just the same. After a few seconds of scanning, it is difficult to get more gazes from Mu Ke.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet, his black eyes swept over the light-colored furniture and calico curtains left by the original owner, which were full of the atmosphere of American family life. He rested his chin with one hand, stretched the other hand forward, and moved The decoration of the entire room has been transformed into dark walnut carved furniture, and cashmere carpets with intricate patterns that look extremely expensive. The curtains have become dark green velvet, and the long golden tassels used to tie the curtains hang down to the ground.It makes people feel like they are in the home of a wealthy gentleman in the 20s.

It's just that the TV left by the previous owner ruined the atmosphere.

His hand stopped in mid-air, maintaining the original posture, Mu Ke's brow moved slightly, and then his fingers also moved.

The TV disappeared, and that wall was once again occupied by solid wood bookcases. He smoothed out the carvings on the bookshelves, armchairs, and window frames, so that the sense of age in the whole house faded a little.

Mu Ke withdrew his hand, and the three or four boxes of books piled up in the corner cardboard box that hadn't been removed from the plastic seal were automatically stacked neatly on the bookshelf, and the books left by the original owner were cleaned up.Those modern paperbacks will never match the engravings mentioned earlier.

Several medium-sized mechanical antique clocks were placed between the gaps in the books, and the power belonging to Mu Ke wound them up from the air. The gears rotated slowly, making a ticking sound, and the pendulum started again and again. shake.

This is one of Muke's few hobbies.

He got up and walked towards the garden again. After the bare soles left the soft cashmere carpet, his toes seemed to feel the cool air from the floor.Mu Ke snapped his fingers, and the closet in the living room immediately burst into flames. Even though no pine or peach wood was piled under the flames as fuel, the red and yellow flames floated in the air quietly. Burning, radiating heat throughout the room.

Mu Ke put on a pair of shoes at the entrance and returned to the garden. The garden is not too big, and you can walk to the end in seven or eight steps. The original owner planted a few apple trees and a circle of red roses around the white fence. .

Mu Ke thought of a children's room left in the original house, and he tried to guess that maybe the original owner was a happy couple with one child.

It’s just that the lawn under the tree hasn’t been mowed for a while, and the lawn that should have been neat has become uneven. Mu Ke looked up at the canopy of the apple trees, mainly the residual leaves. He replaced all the fruit trees with Osmanthus trees, although this season is not the season for osmanthus flowers to bloom, and the cold in Baltimore is not suitable for planting osmanthus trees, but these osmanthus trees are constantly extending their branches under the urging of Mu Ke's power, and people can even hear the branches It squeaks when elongated, and still maintains the characteristics of evergreen leaves, shining emerald green in the winter sun.

Mu Ke raised his finger towards the circle of roses again, and all the red roses were replaced with blooming yellow roses, and the white fence was replaced with black-painted carved copper railings.The uneven lawn has been manicured, and the flagstones in the middle have been replaced with crushed cobblestones.

Mu Ke was thoughtful, turned around in a circle, looked around the entire garden, and did not continue to make changes.When he was about to return to the house, he glanced at his neighbor's house through the metal railing.A fat black man in a suit was walking up the steps in front of the door, but he was not Muke's neighbor. The gentleman stood in front of the door, rang the bell, and then began to wait.

Mu Ke turned around and closed the door.

Mu Ke was sure that the agents who had dealt with his identity documents for many years knew who he was, or what he was.But he couldn't be sure that the agents knew or didn't know that the neighbor's home they had chosen was enveloped in a black resentment.That circle of resentment is not yet strong enough to be seen by ordinary people. Of course, it is also possible that they have already been transformed but were dispersed by a powerful force.

Seeing that the neighbor seems to be living in this house undisturbed, Mu Ke is more inclined to the latter.But in general, this has nothing to do with Mu Ke's work.

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"Good evening, sir."

Mu Ke turned his head towards the source of the sound, and took off the motorcycle helmet he had just put on.

This was the first time he had seen his neighbor Mr. at close range. A few days ago, he only vaguely glimpsed the figure of this tall man through the window on the second floor.

"Good evening," nodded Mu Ke, who was straddling a locomotive.With the roaring engine turned off for the sake of conversation, he put one foot on the ground and leaned to the left.This is a Willowset locomotive produced in the 60s. I can’t remember the specific model of Muke. In addition to the constant changes of Muke over the past few decades, the model is already long for this car. unimportant.

The locomotive is not the best means of transportation for Mu Ke, he can use his mana to teleport, but for him, a clock is just a tool to describe the laws of the sun and the earth.But he likes to stare at those hour hands, minute hands, and things turning behind a dial.He just has a pure interest in locomotives.

"My name is Hannibal Lecter." Hannibal held out his hand to Muke, "Your neighbor, I apologize for my late visit."

Mu Ke looked at Hannibal in a suit and leather shoes in front of him. In his other hand, he was holding a three-inch long kraft paper package, which was of a certain thickness and was carefully tied with a rope. Mu Ke could not guess where the package was. wearing something.He just took off his gloves and shook Hannibal's hand. "Blanche Mu, or Mu Ke." A polite smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's nice to meet you. But... is the sound of the engine bothering you at this time? "

It's 11pm.Mu Ke usually chooses to go out at this time.

"No," Hannibal said, "11pm isn't too early, but it's not too late for me to go into bed, so I don't think I'll be disturbed, but I can ask what you plan to do at this point. Where to go? Baltimore is a city with some history, but her nocturnal policing is not as fascinating as her history."

"Work." Mu Ke simply replied.

"Work..." Hannibal nodded slightly, "Then I won't waste your time."

Muke looked at Hannibal's dark eyes, which seemed to glow purple in the night.Hannibal had always had a polite smile on his face from the beginning, and it still does now, but there was something different about that smile from the beginning.

A difference that Mu Ke couldn't describe.

The author has something to say: Given that Hannibal's show is not hot, and I removed the cup, I doubt it will be cold.Hurry up and warm me up with comments, every time I post I feel so nervous that I am weak and helpless.