My monsters are going to heaven

The moonlight shone on the houses, making the whole county look as crystal clear as frost.

Wen Yuan walked through two alleys in the dark.

On the quiet street, leather shoes make a lonely sound when they step on the stone bricks.

From time to time, night birds flitted low, their wings flapping the air and making a rumbling sound, Wen Yuan raised his head vigilantly.

Always feel like someone is following me.

Every time he found out that it was another bird flying by, he couldn't help laughing at himself. Did he really think too much?Nerves are too tense.

In fact, Wen Yuan didn't really want to go home.

That place can only be regarded as an apartment at best, rented at a very cheap price, not a home.

Home should be a warm, cozy place where family members are waiting for you.

He has long since lost his home.

Especially after going through some things, when he goes home every night, he is always worried that he will see some people he doesn't want to see when he opens the door and turns on the lights.

They always like to hide in the dark and watch him being frightened quietly.

The door of this apartment is simply too easy to be pried open.

It just so happened that I was promoted recently, and my salary was increased. When the money is paid next month, I might just change to a better house.

Getting closer and closer to the rusted iron door of the apartment, Wen Yuan was about to take out a small flashlight to illuminate the door lock, and inadvertently tilted his head, but out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a group of white flowers in the bushes not far away. , seems to be still shaking.

His brows are slightly condensed.

Ok?

What it is?

cat?

No, cats are not that fat.

Wen Yuan took a deep breath and tiptoed over there.

The right hand quietly touched the pistol around his waist.

As if sensing his approach, the white shadow shook even more violently, as if trying to break free from the bushes, but got stuck inside.

The bushes made a rustling sound.

Seeing that the figure is really not small, could it be a wild boar or something?

If it's really a wild product, then it's just a good time to fight the tooth festival.

Wen Yuan was afraid that it would escape suddenly, so he walked straight to the bushes in three steps at a time, took out a flashlight, and turned it on.

A yellow-and-white beam from the flashlight illuminated the bushes.

A mass of white flesh huddled behind a bush.

Seeing the appearance of the lump of meat clearly, Wen Yuan almost cried out.

It was a little doll covered in naked | strips | strips!

His whole body was white, tender, and bulging. It should be a child of two or three years old, and he hasn't grown up yet.

The little doll covered her eyes with her two fleshy palms, and she didn't know if she had been stabbed by the flashlight, or she thought it would prevent her from being noticed.

His chubby right ankle was clamped tightly by a mousetrap fixed under a bush.

The neighbor's uncle has a hobby of eating rats, and he uses this method to catch some rats.

Unexpectedly, a little doll was caught.

I don't know which family's child it was, but he didn't expect to run out in the middle of the night.

Seeing that the little baby's right foot was still twitching, Wen Yuan couldn't help but squat down to support it, and said softly, "Don't move, don't move! This way it will be clamped even tighter."

Hearing this, the little baby looked at him timidly through his fingers, and then stopped twitching.

Wen Yuan put down the flashlight, and with a little effort with both hands, he found the mechanism, opened the mousetrap, and took out the chubby little foot.

After a rough inspection, it was only scratched a little, and there should be no injuries to the muscles and bones.

Relieved, Wen Yuan stuffed the flashlight back into his pocket, picked up the little baby, stood up, and flashed suddenly: "Oh, what did you eat to grow up, it's so heavy."

The little baby still covered her face with her two small fleshy palms, and between her fingers, one could see her two eyeballs gliding to Wen Yuan, reflecting the twinkling stars in the sky.

A small mouth pouted high up, not knowing whether it was being coquettish or angry.

"Which family's little doll are you from? Huh?" Wen Yuan teased him with a tone unique to children, and lightly pinched his pouted mouth, "Where's your mother?"

The little baby didn't know if she hadn't learned to speak yet, so she just pouted and said nothing.

Reminiscent of the fact that he didn't cry like a normal child when his foot was caught in a mousetrap just now, Wen Yuan couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

He murmured: "...you can't be a mute or a fool, can you?"

This hug, reflected in the moonlight, is really a little doll carved in pink and jade, although the face is covered with hands, but the extremely beautiful outline and bright eyes can still be seen.

It would be a pity to be dumb or stupid.

Wen Yuan gently rubbed his lotus root-like calf, and asked softly, "Does it hurt? Go into the room and ask uncle to apply some medicine for you?"

The little doll hurriedly shook her head like a rattle.

It seems that I am not a fool.

Wen Yuan smiled angrily, and said, "Then where is your home? Uncle will take you home."

The little doll shook her head like a rattle.

Wen Yuan couldn't help pinching his pouted mouth again.

Suddenly he opened his mouth and took a bite.

"Hiss!" Wen Yuan was caught off guard by the severe pain in his hand, he loosened his hand and lightened his arm.

Before he could react, the little baby in his arms had already rushed out like a hairless fat mink with a whoosh. It was agile and fast. In the blink of an eye, it ran up the wall of the house along the path, and then quickly Climb to the roof and disappear in a flash.

Wen Yuan's eyes widened, he looked at his empty hands, then at the roof where the lumps of flesh disappeared, and thought: Am I so sleepy that I have hallucinations?

But the blood gurgling from his right index finger made him sure that there was nothing wrong with his sanity.

Seeing the blood start to drip onto the floor tiles, Wen Yuan quickly frowned and put his index finger in his mouth, and slowly walked back home while chewing on what he saw just now.

Wen Yuan went into the house and fetched a basin of clean water, and Wen Yuan hastily cleaned the wound.

Staring at the few small tooth marks left on it, Wen Yuan couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "I will repay my kindness, I should have spanked you if I knew it!"

This little doll is definitely not an ordinary child.

No matter how fast he grows, he is still at a faltering age. How can he scurry into the room like a little beast?

I don't know what the hell I ran into!

Tooth marks are quite deep.

...tooth marks.

Wen Yuan was startled suddenly.

The tooth marks reminded him of one thing.

By the way, tooth marks.

Regardless of the pain in his fingers, Wen Yuan turned his head and flipped through several finished notebooks from the bedside shelf, and picked out one of them.

After turning over ten pages, I found a picture.

Those were the tooth marks he had drawn on Zheng Qinghe's uncle before.

Zheng Qinghe's uncle was disemboweled when he died, leaving many small tooth marks, and the case is still pending.

Comparing the tooth marks on his finger and the notebook, Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

Not only the size and shape of the tooth marks are similar, but also the distance between the tooth gaps is exactly the same.

Lu Yiming tossed and turned after Kim Poro left, unable to sleep.

Just before waking up, he had a dream.

What he dreamed about, he can't remember.

That dream disappeared from his mind the moment he woke up.

I only vaguely remember that there was a hideous face, and the self in the dream was extremely depressed.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Kim Poro's approaching face, and his heart skipped a few beats in fright.

At that moment, he actually had the illusion that he was going to be swallowed.

For a moment, the oppressive feeling in the dream gushed out from his chest.

After driving Jinpoluo out, Lu Yiming felt a little tight in his chest.

I always feel that since the donkey demon disappeared that day, I have become a little suspicious.

Speaking of which, I don't know where the donkey demon went?

Thinking of it popping up again someday, Lu Yiming felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a live mouse.

Tomorrow, let the buddy grab and paste the tranquilizing medicine and drink a cup.

Tossing and turning, although tired, but still unable to fall asleep.

Lu Yiming finally couldn't bear it and sat up slowly.

"Squeak."

There was a rattling from the wall.

Immediately, two clear, childlike voices were talking in a low voice.

"Where did that tall guy go?"

"Who knows."

Lu Yiming was stunned for a moment.

It was expected that the two mice were talking again.

I don't know when, my ears are like a malfunctioning Soviet radio, and I can understand those strange sounds intermittently, such as birdsong, rats... It's not a problem.

At first, I thought I had run into something evil, but it was fine after I got used to it.

Gradually, I began to feel that this skill was actually quite interesting.

"It's just right that he's not here. Let's walk through the door of Young Master Lu's room to the hall, where we may find some pastries."

"Since Sister Chen left, there hasn't been anything to eat here for a long time."

"Yeah. These two people are so lazy! They only know how to kiss every day! It's almost like a needle's eye."

Hearing this, Lu Yiming raised his eyebrows: ... Tsk.

He coughed unconsciously.

There was a moment of silence at the base of the wall, and they chatted again.

"...he's awake."

"Just wake up, he's not a cat anyway, he doesn't eat mice."

"Brother, why are they kissing?"

"...Uh, uh, maybe they thought they could have children. Hee hee hee!"

"Hee hee hee!"

Lu Yiming got angry, touched a stick, and poked it towards the base of the wall.

From there came two panicked screams, and creaked out the door.

This dead mouse is really talkative, if you keep making noise, buy a cat and bring it back.

Lu Yiming stood up from the bed while lighting the kerosene lamp.

Holding the lamp, he slowly walked out of the yard.

Originally wanted to tease Lao Wang, but suddenly remembered what the donkey demon said that day, what he meant... Lao Wang is gone?

It suddenly dawned on me, no wonder I haven't seen Lao Wang again these days.

There was a burst of sadness in my heart.

Old Wang's obedient and silly smile appeared in front of his eyes.

Lu Yiming kicked hard on the well brick.

He really is a waste, even Lao Wang can't protect him.

But... what did the donkey demon mean by the demon bone that day?

Lu Yiming looked down at his hands, it was no different from usual.

According to the donkey demon, if he can successfully tear off the skin that day, he will be able to break out of the cocoon.

But judging from the results, he did not succeed.

what is going on?what happened that day

……

There was a rustling sound from the wall.

Unlike mice talking, it's like leaves rubbing each other.

But there are no trees inside or outside the walls of the Lu house.

Lu Yiming raised his head strangely, but saw nothing.

Turning around, the whole person bumped into a wet soft wall, and the tip of his nose hit something hard, and he was a little staring at him for a while.

Lu Yiming touched his nose in pain and frowned.

At some point, Kimporo quietly stood behind him, his body was dripping with water, and even his hair was softly pressed against his forehead.

Unable to see his expression clearly, Lu Yiming cursed: "You will die if you squeak?"

His nose should have hit Kimporo's cheekbone just now.

Kim Poro let out a low laugh, hugged him involuntarily, and then buried his wet head into Young Master Lu's neck, like a child about to act like a spoiled child.

When Lu Yiming saw his appearance for the first time, he thought it was a bit cute. He touched a layer of cold water as soon as he raised his hand, and laughed out loud: "Yo, fell into the river?"

"Ah."

"Hahaha, you deserve it." Lu Yiming hesitated for a moment, then slowly hugged his back tightly, stroking his smooth and tight back.

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

Something is wrong.

Fingertips touched something.

Round, somewhat fingernail-like in feel, smooth, hard.

And not just one piece.

Contiguous into a large piece.

...reminiscent of scales or something.

Lu Yiming swallowed: "Tell me honestly, you...are you a fish?"

Kimporo's body visibly froze.

Then his voice came from the neck: "You are so smart."

Low, hoarse, like the sound of boulders being dragged across the mud.

Lu Yiming gasped: This is not Kim Poro's voice at all!

Who the hell is this? !

Before he could push the man away, from an angle he couldn't see, the man had already opened his mouth with a grinning grin, revealing two rows of sharp long teeth, biting hard at his carotid artery.

Immediately, the man let out a scream.

Lu Yiming was startled by the tragic howl in his ear, and just as he was about to push the person away, he saw a black swirl-shaped pattern appearing on the palm of his left hand, and the pattern was still spinning rapidly in the palm of his hand , as if devouring something.

Soon, a layer of white mist rose from the body of the fake Kimporo in front of him, and the white mist quickly merged into a stream, which was continuously inhaled by the black vortex in the left palm.

After a while, that person's body turned translucent, and disappeared into the air in a blink of an eye.

The whirlpool in his hand was like a mouth that had just eaten, it slowly stopped spinning and faded away in the palm of his hand.

In the ear, Hua Moyan's voice rang.

——Hahaha, you have to thank me, otherwise you will become the dish of this fish demon.

——Tsk tsk tsk, it is not a pity to die if you dare to come out to eat people after only 100 years of Taoism.

Just as Lu Yiming was in shock, he rubbed his neck and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that it was all right: "You use it to refine demon bones?"

——That's not true, all the monster bones I worked so hard to refine before were eaten by your skin!You spit it out!

"..." Lu Yiming had nothing to say for a moment.

He didn't even know what happened, and there was no place to vomit when he wanted to vomit.

——But it’s okay, at worst, I’ll do it again, and I’ll do it again in a while, just wait and see.Hahaha!

Hearing his increasingly maniacal laughter, Lu Yiming felt that he seemed to have lost his mind, so he could only say, "It's up to you."

The donkey demon's voice suddenly disappeared.

Lu Yiming was wondering when he saw a black shadow slowly falling from the roof out of the corner of his eyes.

Kimporo stood in front of him with a thin layer of moisture, and his wet hair fell obediently on his forehead.

The water droplets hanging on his knife-like side face and tight and smooth shoulders and waist glowed with a light color under the moonlight.

His eyes, which had turned dark in the night, looked over coldly, reflecting two cold lights.

Lu Yiming took a step back.

Whoops, another one?

Seeing him retreating, Kim Poro strode forward with a dark face and snorted coldly, "Why are you running?"

Lu Yiming stretched out his hand to lift the wet hair on his forehead, and looked at the mocking expression on his face under the moonlight. Although he couldn't see the truth, he felt that this was true, so he couldn't help grinning, and blurted out: "My Ajin is really beautiful. too much."