My monsters are going to heaven

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"What is this?"

Lu Yiming withdrew his right hand from Jinpoluo's hand, looked at the black swirl mark on his right wrist, and asked.

Could it be a bruise?

I rubbed it, but I didn't feel anything.

A trace of doubt flashed in Jinpoluo's eyes.

He asked, "Aren't you in pain?"

There are dozens of seals on his body, and each seal is excruciatingly painful.

Just now, he was interrupted at the last moment when he unsealed, and failed to concentrate, which led to the complete rebirth of the No. 60 seven seals.

When the seal is reborn, the pain of being sealed will come back again.

If touched at the moment of rebirth, this seal will take root and grow on the new host like a plague infection.

It is impossible for ordinary people to bear it.

Looking at the imprint on Lu Yiming's hand, it must be that the seal has been planted.

how……

"It doesn't hurt." Lu Yiming struggled to stand up, "Hiss, but the ass really hurts."

If he remembered correctly, he fell twice in a row today.

Thinking of something, he glanced at Kim Poro: "Are you... alright?"

Kimporo nodded.

Strange to say, just after being slapped by Lu Yiming, the seal that was frantically spreading its branches and leaves stopped growing, and the pain disappeared.

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Yiming asked.

Jinpoluo said indifferently: "The ancestral epilepsy is insane."

Thinking of Kimporo's hideous appearance just now, Lu Yiming believed that he was a ghost.

It's not that I haven't seen epilepsy.

I don't know what kind of strange disease it is.

The streamer in the pupil turned slightly.

...Shouldn't it be contagious?

Looking at Jinpoluo's graying hair, Lu Yiming couldn't help but move his heart.

Thinking of the hair faded to silver just now, I also know that this pain can't be faked.

Although he still had some scruples, he didn't expose it directly. He still pretended to be calm and patted Kim Poro on the shoulder: "It's okay. Western medicine can cure many strange diseases now. Go back to the big hospital in the county to have a look."

Jin Poluo was a little amused, and before he could speak, a lock of long hair in front of the left ear had been gently pinched by Lu Yiming with his index and middle fingers.

Lu Yiming leaned forward and stroked this lock of hair carefully, and murmured: "Actually, this is also pretty." He raised his head and smiled at Kimporo, his eyes were like two bright crescent moons, "It's like a crane's hair .”

Kimporo looked at his bright eyes, and for some reason, the stagnant water in his heart seemed to have lotus stalks rising from the bottom of the water, emerging from the water surface, gradually unfolding fresh and green leaf discs, blooming with fragrance.

The sarcasm that just came to his lips was never spoken.

Outside the window, the showers had just stopped.

The water droplets from the eaves dripped slowly, splashed and rippled, and quickly merged into the puddles on the ground.

Outside Jinling Town.

The heavy rain had just stopped, and there were very few pedestrians on the road.

The bridge connecting the two banks is like a jade belt that has just been washed.

Willows are new at the bridgehead.

On the other side of the bridge, someone walked gently up the bridge, going to the town.

This person was wearing a black long gown, with elegant flowing cloud patterns outlined on the cuffs and sleeves in silver thread.

Even though the rain had stopped, he still held up an oil-paper umbrella with elegant floral prints, as if he was afraid of being stained by the rain.

She was wearing a pair of fine leather shoes, which were not even dusty.

It is rare in such weather.

He crossed the bridge slowly and turned south.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone coming down the bridge, as if he was just passing by.

He stopped and pinned his sleeves, and the man stopped on the bridge almost at the same time, looking left and right, as if enjoying the scenery.

When he started to take another step, the man also started to walk.

There was an imperceptible smile on his lips.

Take a leisurely stroll along the embankment.

The man also took a walk a few meters behind him.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, moved his pupils under the eyelids, and simply found a rock to sit down and rest.

The man didn't seem to have expected such a move, and his steps were a little disorganized, but he still had to walk slowly in this direction, pretending to be passing by.

Sitting there, he slowly put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, with a smile in his eyes, parted his thin lips, and called out, "Hey, this big brother looks familiar." Then he pretended to be surprised, "Are you Inspector Wen of the police station?"

The man froze, stopped, nodded to him and saluted, and said with a smile: "So it's Mr. Zhou! Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhou still remembers me. It's a great honor."

"After all, I have eaten in prison for two days." Zhou Xiaosheng smiled and said, "I saw that the rain had stopped and the scenery was beautiful, so I couldn't help but come out to get some air."

"Oh, my friend lives here, come over to catch up with him." Wen Yuan rubbed his head awkwardly.

It is really embarrassing for Director Li to entrust him with this task.

His mission is not to follow Zhou Xiaosheng, but to pretend to follow, deliberately trying to be discovered.

Take advantage of the situation to get acquainted with Zhou Xiaosheng.

Even though he had achieved his goal, Wen Yuan still felt extremely embarrassed. The stalking was fake, but this feeling of being smashed was really real.

Rather than chatting and laughing with suspects here, he would rather run through the streets to catch thieves.

Acting is much harder than catching a thief.

"Inspector Wen still has friends here?"

"Ah... Lu Yiming from Luji Pharmacy is my friend. Today, I just want to ask him out for a drink."

Wen Yuan quickly pulled out Lu Yiming, trying to prove that he was not lying.

In life, having a few more friends is always right.

Zhou Xiaosheng's eyes lit up: "Are you friends with Lu Yiming?" He slowly turned the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, "Coincidentally, if counted by seniority, I'm his cousin."

"……Um??"

Why haven't you heard Lu Yiming mention it?

This is a famous actress in the provincial capital. Those officials and wives would queue up for an autographed photo of him.

Wen Yuan's eyes doubled in size in an instant, and he really never expected Lu Yiming to be able to get close to a relative like Zhou Xiaosheng.

Thinking of something, Zhou Xiaosheng patted his knee lightly: "In this case, how about the three of us have a drink at the bar together."

"..."

Seven Star Restaurant.

Nice seating, fine wine.

"Come, come, the proprietress said, this is the best flower carving in the restaurant, only this jar is left." Zhou Xiaosheng took the lead to break the silence, poured three glasses of wine calmly, and raised one glass first with a smile.

"How do I remember that the proprietress said the same thing when I came last time?" Lu Yiming smelt the second cup and sniffed it.

Wen Yuan picked up the last glass, drank it down, nodded, "Not bad."

In fact, this is just his casual politeness.Due to a serious illness in his childhood, he had a bland mouth, and could rarely taste anything except spicy.

He glanced sideways at Lu Yiming: "Oh, Yiming, it's your fault. You have such a cousin, but you keep hiding it. It's hard for me to hide it. I couldn't buy the ticket several times. Can be anxious off the court."

"Ahem, I just found out about this." Lu Yiming took a sip and looked at Zhou Xiaosheng, "Isn't it, cousin?"

"Exactly." Zhou Xiaosheng Wan'er smiled, "Our family, Tong Ming's grandfather has been separated for many years, and we only met each other recently."

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhou's performance of life on stage is like a drama off stage." Wen Yuan filled his own glass, respected Zhou Xiaosheng, and drank it down again.

"It's really a neglect of good food. This is the restaurant's signature dish. Inspector Wen, don't you want to try it?" Zhou Xiaosheng pushed a plate of fried pork knuckle with lotus heart sauce on the table to Wen Yuan, "... If Inspector Wen wants to watch a play, just tell the doorman, and I'll ask him to take you into the infield to pick a good seat."

"Okay! With Mr. Zhou's words, I feel relieved." Wen Yuan picked up a lotus seed, put it in his mouth and chewed it, but he still felt that it had no taste, like chewing wax, and he sighed inwardly.

Thinking of something, he took out a tin box from his pocket, opened the tin box, and there were a few photos inside.

He spread the photos one by one on the table, raised his head, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Zhou, I've heard about you for a long time, I wonder if I can... sign my name?"

It turned out that these photos were actually various stills of Zhou Xiaosheng on the stage.

Wen Yuan said: "Two years ago, I accidentally watched a play by Mr. in the provincial capital. I was so amazed at that time, I wished I could watch it again. This year it is rare for Mr. to come to this county, but I have been unable to grab it Tickets are really embarrassing."

Those words made his teeth ache.

It's really hard to tell lies.

In fact, these photos are all the officials and wives in the county who heard that the police station "invited" Zhou Xiaosheng, and specially entrusted Director Wu Deqiang to ask for his signature, and they also threatened and lured them in various ways.

Wen Yuan just used it as a play.

I can't help but sigh in my heart, these women, for the sake of being an actor, really do everything they can.

Zhou Xiaosheng unhurriedly picked up the photos one by one, looked at them for a long time, and said: "These photos are good, it seems that I don't have any. Why don't you give them to me?" He blinked, " Turn around and I'll send you some exclusive autographed photos."

Wen Yuan was startled, and nodded his approval.

Anyway, as long as it is a signed photo, those officials' wives will naturally be satisfied.

He has also done enough drama, and the purpose is enough.

Lu Yiming beside him was overjoyed: "Inspector, didn't you say you didn't understand the opera last time? Why are you now a fan of the opera again?"

Wen Yuan squinted at him: "I don't quite understand other people's plays, but Mr. Zhou's plays are the same as other people's plays!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he accidentally bit his own tongue, and the pain caused him to drink two glasses of wine in a row as if nothing had happened.

People really can't tell lies!

In the middle of the night, Dr. Li's door was knocked loudly.

A man's faint voice sounded outside the door.

"Open the door."

Doctor Li didn't want to get up at first, but the door knocked non-stop.

I had no choice but to put on my clothes and pick up the lamp to come out and open the door: "What's wrong?"

As soon as he opened the door, he was choked by the smell of alcohol and covered his nose: "Who are you?"

The light was dim, and my old eyes were dim, so I couldn't see clearly without touching my glasses.

In the haze, I saw the man standing in front of the door, and said weakly: "Medicine...give me some medicine. Painkiller."

"What painkiller?"

The man seemed to be suddenly unable to stand still. Holding the door frame, he lowered his head: "It hurts... the whole body... the whole body hurts."

"Tsk, it turned out to be a drunk, really annoying! We don't open the door in the middle of the night, so don't knock again!" Dr. Li always hated those drunks who slurred their speech. Adding the anger of getting up, he was not in a good mood, and turned around to close the door.

The door seemed to be stuck by something.

Dr. Li turned his head and saw that the man was holding the door panel with one hand, no wonder he couldn't pull it up.

"Oh, I've said it all, don't watch it at night! Can't you hear..."

Before the word "Understood" could be uttered, the door panel shattered into five or six pieces with a bang and fell to the ground.

Dr. Li was so frightened that he threw away the lantern and hid in the house: "Big brother... You, you, you, calm down..."

In the darkness, the man pressed on step by step, forcing Dr. Li to the corner by the window, pinching his throat with one hand, and lifting him up bit by bit.

He yelled at Dr. Li in a hoarse voice: "I want painkillers! Painkillers!"

Dr. Li's feet were already off the ground, his throat was stuck so hard that he could hardly breathe.

The moonlight slanted in, but only the top of the man's hair could be seen.

He realized that he was getting higher and higher from the ground, and his throat was getting tighter and tighter. He looked down at the swirl in the black hair of the gangster in fear, trembling: "Yes!!! Yes! Yes! How much do you want? Everything! All for you, all for you..."

The author has something to say: Wow! !my vacation! ! !My lazy sleep! ! !

Kim Poro: Why do I still have so few roles?