My monsters are going to heaven

Zhao Donglai talked to Wenyuan about the new corpse on the bell tower in Wenyuan's office, but Wenyuan seemed to be a little fuzzy.

"It seems that you are not interested in this case." Zhao Donglai couldn't help but sneered, "According to the past, even if I said less, you still have to break the casserole with me and ask the bottom line."

"Oh," Wen Yuan came back to his senses, and explained, "I haven't slept well recently, and I'm a little dazed. You continue to talk."

"It's over." Zhao Donglai gave him a squinting look, and threw the report in front of him, "I'm too lazy to repeat it. If there's anything you don't understand, you can read the report yourself. Anyway, it's your business to reason and solve the case."

Wen Yuan nodded, opened the autopsy report, found no new clues, and asked casually: "Do you feel... I am different recently?"

"Of course." Zhao Donglai raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You have been promoted recently, I have to pay attention to my tone when I talk to you."

Wen Yuan smiled: "Why didn't I hear any changes in your tone from before?" Still so dragged.

Zhao Donglai shook his head and said, "It's a pity that I can't laugh at you anymore in the future."

"I want to ask you something." Wen Yuan changed the subject, "...how is the level of heart transplant surgery in the medical field?"

"In exchange for what?" Zhao Donglai raised his head with surprise in his eyes.

"Heart." Wen Yuan pointed to the position of the left heart, and repeated it once.

"Heart replacement surgery?" Zhao Donglai frowned, "This is a difficult problem in the medical field. There is no record of successful surgery in the world."

"Are you sure?" Wen Yuan was much more surprised than Zhao Donglai just now.

"I can still lie to you." Zhao Donglai snorted. "Those rich people with heart problems in foreign countries are eagerly waiting for a successful case. Anyway, in China... I don't know when it will happen."

"Then... what about changing your tongue?"

Zhao Donglai laughed out loud: "This is even more unheard of. Do you think it is grafting? Organs and limbs between people cannot be grafted casually."

He slowly added: "About ten years ago, an Austrian doctor named Edward Zell successfully performed organ transplantation, but there have been no successful cases of other parts. Visceral transplantation, right? Experiments, those who have tried are dead, because there will be rejection reactions-in short, if you put something that is not your own growth on you, your body will probably not be able to bear it."

Wen Yuan nodded half-understanding, and said in a low voice, "If there is a doctor in China who can change people's hearts..."

"Then he could make headlines all over the world, get a bunch of medical awards, and untold wealth."

Wen Yuan pursed his lips and fell into silence.

"Why are you so interested in these things all of a sudden?" Zhao Donglai glanced at his solemn expression, "Someone in your family...has a bad heart?"

"No." Wen Yuan replied vaguely, and added, "I've seen Liao Zhai before, and the judge Lu in it gave someone a heart that could make him a gold medal winner, so I'm just curious, if there is someone here With a change of heart...is the person still the same as before?"

Zhao Donglai looked at him with the eyes of a fool, and made a popular science: "According to science, the heart is only the power of the human body's power circulation system. Although it is important, it has nothing to do with people's IQ and thinking. If you change your mind and want to be named on the gold list, it is better to dream quickly."

After Zhao Donglai left, Wen Yuan sat blankly in his seat, with complicated thoughts.

That night, the memory of being pierced and changed was like a lifetime ago, and the scars on his body had disappeared. For a moment, he couldn't help wondering if he had drunk too much and had a dream.

He had long forgotten the appearance of the artisan who changed his heart, and could not find it.

If it weren't for his tongue being able to taste all kinds of flavors now, it would really be a dream for him.

The prison guard came in knocking on the door and whispered something in his ear.

The widow of the king died.

Died of an emergency infectious disease that I did not know where, maybe it was contracted from a conversation with a prisoner who had the disease before.

Wen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably: "Got it."

"Then...how to deal with her body?"

"Of course it was sent to be cremated quickly." Wen Yuan said plainly, after finishing speaking, he waved his hand to signal people to step back, and buried his head in the files.

He still has no idea what Liu Wenyuan told him.

With a long sigh, Wen Yuan stood up from his chair.

The clerk sitting by the office door saw him coming out while putting on his coat, and couldn't help asking, "Are you going out?"

"Yes." Wen Yuan nodded, "Go to Jinling Town."

Above the Lu residence, a group of crows were circling.

In the birdcage under the eaves, the mouse was lying dead and pretending to be dead.

He was almost pissed off by that white-eyed wolf.

Not only did they not recognize him, they put him in a cage and even locked him!

What a...dead beast!

So while Kimporo was feeding him, he lost no time in biting Kimporo's fingertips viciously.

It's just a pity that it didn't bite the skin.

Later, Hua Moyan poked his ass|butt|butt|fun with a bamboo stick, and he pretended to be dead for a long time without moving. Hua Moyan felt bored, so he went back to his room to find other fun.

There was a knock on the door.

Kim Poro answered the door.

Lu Yiming glanced from the bird cage and saw Miss Zhang next door, holding a white cat, standing in front of the door.

Beside her is a servant carrying pastries.

It seems that the new neighbor came to visit.

Kimporo took the pastry and closed the door and walked back.

When passing by the bird cage, he suddenly raised the corner of his eye, paused, and stuffed a small piece of rice cake through the crack.

Lu Yiming snorted inwardly.

This little favor Xiaohui just wants to...

...It seems to have the fragrance of bluegrass and sweet-scented osmanthus.

It looks delicious.

Lu Yiming waited for Jinpoluo to leave, finally couldn't hold back, got up and sniffed the rice cake, and ate a big piece.

Halfway through eating, Lu Yiming hurriedly lay down again when he heard footsteps approaching.

"Yi Ming?"

A familiar voice sounded from the front.

Wen Yuan?

Why is he here?Does he know that I...?

Lu Yiming shuddered, and secretly opened one eye.

Wen Yuan walked in from the gate, and said as he walked in, "Why is the gate of your house open, is there anyone?"

Passing by the eaves, I took a glance at the eaves, and was startled by the things inside, and smiled: "Yiming, why do you still have such an ugly mouse in your house?"

Lu Yiming got another needle in his heart and closed his eyes again.

Kim Poro came out of the house, and his tone was the same as before: "He's asleep."

"Oh!" Wenyuan looked up at the rising moon, and smiled at Kim Poro, "It's a bit early to sleep now. Then I will bother him, and when he wakes up, please tell him that I will go to bed tomorrow. New home, please invite him to drink and farewell, waiting for you at any time."

Hearing that Wen Yuan was leaving, Lu Yiming jumped up with a grunt, wondering if he should write a letter to recognize his relatives?

Before he could move his claws, Wen Yuan had already turned his head and left the door.

Lu Yiming was immersed in grief and could not extricate himself, he lay down completely and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he felt wet and cold all over his body.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the sky was pitch black, the rain was falling, and a layer of water had accumulated under my body.

Heavy rain.

Lu Yiming let out a "squeak" and retreated further inward to curl up.

Steady footsteps sounded from below.

After a while, the cage was lifted unsteadily by someone who came and brought it into the house.

The warm light in the room warmed the mouse fur on Lu Yiming's body.

Kimporo placed the birdcage on the window sill at the end of the bed.

Hua Moyan was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Jin Poluo sat down next to him, and the soft sound woke Hua Moyan up.

Hua Moyan got up abruptly, was wrapped around Kimporo's waist with one arm, and fell on Kimporo's generous chest defenselessly.

Gritting his teeth secretly, he simply turned over and threw himself into Kim Poro's arms, chuckling.

For a moment, there was a suffocating awkward atmosphere in the air.

——Of course, the only one who feels embarrassed about suffocation may be the mouse in the cage.

Kimporo's lips moved slightly.

Lu Yiming didn't hear what Kim Poro said, but saw that Kim Poro waved his long arm, and the curtains on the bed fell down, covering the figures of the two of them.

Through the dark gray bed curtain, the figures of the two could be vaguely seen tumbling in it, with Hua Moyan's panting in between.

……

Lu Yiming in the cage had lost sight of him.

Especially thinking that it was his own skin, he gritted his teeth in anger.

These two dead monsters!

He asked himself: Why can't I be a blind mouse?

What have you seen!

Tut tut, tut tut!

Outside the bed curtain, Lu Yiming heard the person inside asking in a lazy and indifferent magnetic voice: "...do you like me?"

"..." Lu Yiming rolled his eyes.

Another soft voice sounded from within the bed curtain: "Hmm..."

Ok? !

Lu Yiming was dumbfounded.

These two dead monsters...!

Lu Yiming, who was full of smoke from his seven orifices, found that he had become a supporting role in this house, and that evildoer became the protagonist in his own skin.

And it wasn't the first time something like this happened.Always over and over again.

There is nothing I can do.

Let them mess around like this again, and things will get out of hand.

How can I go back...?

If you can only be a mouse for the rest of your life, why not hit the wall and kill yourself now!

For some reason, the pattern seen in the secret room inexplicably appeared in Lu Yiming's mind.

That incomprehensible square diagram.

Those characters seemed to have their own thoughts in his mind, slamming into the phalanx formed by the pattern, but they still couldn't hit the phalanx, and every time they hit, they made a sound.

Be quiet, be patient.

Admonishment, rest, rest.

……

Suddenly, there was a buzzing in my mind, and the characters were flying in various arrangements and combinations in the square array.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

No, no, it's too noisy!

I can't stand it.

I have to go back!

Thinking of this, Lu Yiming's hand fell heavily, making a bang.

My mind was silent for a moment.

Those characters completely disappeared from my mind.

This sound startled him too.

——Take a picture of the cage, it shouldn’t be so loud, right?

... The touch under this palm is also not quite right.

Opening his eyes, Lu Yiming was even more stunned by the scene in front of him.

——Kimporo was kneeling on both sides of his waist, turning his face to look at something, and his left hand was resting on his throat, with considerable strength.

……what happened?

After a while, Lu Yiming raised a hand.

He saw his right hand.

The joints of the five fingers are distinct, and the veins in the palm are clear.

It is the palm of a person.

I couldn't help but be overjoyed for a while: I'm back? !

Struggling to sit up.

Sensing Lu Yiming's movement, Kim Poro strengthened his left hand, turned his face and glanced over coldly.

Facing Shang Lu Yiming's eyes that were still angry, Jin Poluo's eyes flashed a hint of amusement: "...Why are you back?"

"What?" Lu Yiming couldn't see his expression clearly, so he directly pushed away his suddenly loose hand, and looked in the direction he was looking at just now.

There, it is the place where the bird cage is placed.

Thinking of the experience in the cage that day, Lu Yiming became even more furious and kicked Kim Poro away.

Kim Poro turned around and covered him up again, hugged him and said with a smirk: "What? Didn't you just say..."

Lu Yiming was startled, kicked him again, and interrupted him directly: "Beast, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

He thought of Kimporo's intentional or unintentional teasing behavior as he passed by the birdcage many times today, and the strangeness just now, and suddenly realized that Kimporo might have recognized him a long time ago.

Sure enough, Kimporo raised his lips.

"You were much better just now."

Lu Yiming pushed away his approaching face, half dead with anger: "You are really...! Shameless!"

Kim Poro put his right index finger in front of him, and mocked, "Let's see who doesn't know good from bad first."

Lu Yiming knew that he remembered the hatred of being bitten at noon, so he picked up his fingers and checked carefully for a long time, but he didn't even find a tooth mark, thinking, I still bite too hard.

Coughed, and asked: "You and..." Did the donkey demon do anything good?

Kim Poro looked at him deeply, and interrupted in a low voice, "Shh."

Lu Yiming blinked, but still heard something else.

Is it to guard against the donkey demon?

Also, the donkey demon is always elusive, and I don't know if he is there now.

Some things, the fewer people know the better.

If the donkey demon knew that he could turn into a mouse from time to time, he would probably turn into a roasted mouse next time.

Speaking of which, where is the donkey demon now?

I'm afraid it's not hibernating again.

What if someday...

"Look at me." Kimporo's low voice broke his thoughts, with low panting.

"No time." Lu Yiming's scalp was numb and he closed his eyes.

He was just back in his body, exhausted, with an indescribable resistance to everything.

Kim Poro snorted coldly, and suddenly grabbed his left hand.

Lu Yiming didn't open his eyes.

The back of his hand felt the heat of Kimporo's palm.

Immediately, the left hand was pulled up and brought somewhere.

Flat, thick and warm.

Beneath that flat sheet of muscle, something throbbed vigorously.

bang bang.bang bang.

……

—is the heart.

"It's all you here." Kimporo's voice came faintly from his ear, "Look."

Lu Yiming's heart jumped inexplicably, and his eyes opened unconsciously.

Kim Poro leaned over and murmured, "Look."

What to look at?

Lu Yiming glanced over suspiciously.

He saw two golden moons.

For a moment, I didn't bother to think about why there were two golden moons, and my consciousness seemed to be separated from my body, with a sense of floating in the air.

Kim Poro's voice also became very distant: "Go to sleep."

Afterwards, the whole world was silent.

Looking at Young Master Lu who fell into a coma, Kim Poro's golden pupils gradually faded away, and quickly merged into the night.

"Stupid." There was a wanton sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Afterwards, he spoke proudly, with a deep and thick voice: "You, not Hua Moyan, who are you?"

Young Master Lu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyeballs moved, and he let out an old and sly voice: "Ah, I was discovered by you."