Phaseless Demon

Wen Shan sat on the public seat in the hospital hall, turned her head sideways and stared at Zhuo Qianqian over there for a long time.

Zhuo Qianqian has been standing in front of that huge mirror, which is quite antique, with a dark red wooden frame, a unique pattern of animals, and bronze temple brackets. The mirror surface is slightly old and slightly scratched. But it is still very clear, able to reflect the various figures coming and going in the hall.

Every morning, there will be a cleaning lady in the hospital who comes to the hall with a rag and mop to clean up. She will wipe the mirror clean and spotless.

This mirror has been placed in this hospital for many, many years, no one knows how long it has been, and no one even knows who put this mirror here, as if one day, suddenly, it was in the It was here, it was there, no one questioned it, and no one thought about removing it.

Zhuo Qianqian, who had been standing in front of the mirror for a long time, suddenly went limp. She took two steps towards the mirror, and her whole body was pressed against the mirror, as if fainted and limp. She just knelt down against the mirror and limply Looking at the mirror.

Wen Shan, who was sitting on a chair and saw this scene, couldn't bear it any longer. She stood up and walked towards her daughter. Although the shadow ghost... no, it was Han Chan who asked her to sit on the chair and wait obediently, but Wen Shan was afraid , she was sitting there alone, it would frighten her.

Wen Shan walked over and moved towards Zhuo Qianqian step by step, but before she reached Zhuo Qianqian's side, Zhuo Qianqian, who had been limp and motionless, suddenly regained her spirits, trembled, and then helped her Stand up looking in the mirror.She began to look left and right, and when Wen Shan walked behind her, Xu Shi saw her mother behind her through the mirror, Zhuo Qianqian immediately turned around, faced Wen Shan, opened her arms and shouted: "Mom! "

The sudden "Mom" made the corners of Wen Shan's eyes turn red, and her nose started to sore, as if she wanted to cry. That feeling was probably tears of joy.

Just by listening to the voice, Wen Shan could tell that this was indeed her daughter Zhuo Qianqian. Although Zhuo Qianqian and Han Chan used the same body to call her mother, there was a subtle difference in their tone. She knew why she was so sensitive, but she could hear it as soon as she heard it.

The little girl in front of her was no longer the shadow ghost she was before. Han Chan seemed to have fulfilled her promise, saying that she would return her daughter to her, and so she did.

So Wen Shan took a step towards Zhuo Qianqian, reached out and hugged the little girl directly, and hugged her tightly into her arms.

"Mom." Zhuo Qianqian yelled again, putting her small arms on Wen Shan's shoulders and resting her head on her shoulders, "Mom, Qianqian had a long dream just now!"

"Dream What dream?" Wen Shan patted her head.

"I dreamed that Sissy has become a transparent person, you can't see Sissy anymore!" Zhuo Qianqian stretched out a finger and pointed to the big mirror beside her and said, "Cissy even ran into the mirror. What a beautiful uncle. It was my uncle who sent me out, but when I came out, my uncle reminded me that I should give him that rabbit doll."

Wen Shan can roughly understand the message revealed in the child's words. Thinking that the shadow ghost also said to find friends in the mirror just now, then there must be something in this mirror, maybe the same existence as the shadow ghost.

Seeing that her daughter was safe and sound, and her temperament was still as lively and cheerful as before, Wen Shan felt that she should not have suffered any harm, and she was glad, so she said: "Then next time we come to the hospital, bring your doll and give it to the mirror Uncle here."

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Han Chan lay on the inside of the mirror, supported the mirror, and looked through the mirror at Zhuo Qianqian and Wen Shan outside.

"Mom..." he murmured, pawing at the mirror surface with his paws, but the mirror looked fragile, but it was inexplicably strong. The smooth mirror surface perfectly blocked him, and he could only look out from inside foolishly.

"Mom." Han Chan yelled again, and she didn't know if Wen Shan outside heard it, but she actually turned her head to look in the mirror, her eyes seemed to meet Han Chan's, which made Han Chan feel a The other party is indeed looking at his illusion.

Han Chan was very happy, and the black mist on his body was billowing everywhere.But soon, Wen Shan outside looked away, turned around and left with her daughter Zhuo Qianqian in her arms, leaving Han Chan with a back view.

She always had to leave, Han Chan knew it very well.

But Han Chan was still sad, he pressed his face to the mirror, revealing his reluctance.

At this time, Wen Shan who was outside suddenly turned around and came back with Zhuo Qianqian in her arms. She walked to the mirror, put her hand on the mirror, and said softly: "Han Chan, if you are inside... I will come to see you often Yes, so don't be afraid if you stay alone."

Regardless of whether Wen Shan could see it from outside, Han Chan nodded vigorously inside, like a chicken pecking at rice, so well-behaved.

Later Wen Shan walked away, but he was still lying on the mirror reluctantly, watching the direction Wen Shan was going away, and the black mist permeating his body was also spread softly on the ground, pitifully, like someone abandoned by his mother child.

"Have you seen enough?" He Qianjue patted the hem of her clothes, walked to Han Chan, followed his line of sight to glance at Wen Shan and her daughter who had disappeared outside the mirror, and then looked at Han Chan again, "She is all left already."

The so-called shadow ghost is a collection of grievances, so Han Chan's body looks like a black mist. This mist can change its shape at will, giving birth to limbs, hands, feet, head and body, which looks like a black ghost. It was a short, fat little person, but when I reached out to touch it, I couldn't touch anything.

"A monster like you... hard work can condense the body." He Qianjue said, "If you want to see her again, I can help you."

"Really?" When Han Chan heard this, she immediately turned her attention away from the mirror, and lowered her head embarrassedly in front of He Qianjue. "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't know how to thank you."

"You were unexpectedly too polite in front of me." He Qianjue said, "Don't call me Mr. Mr., just call Qianjue."

"This is not good..." Han Chan hesitated, and the black mist on his body began to scurry around again.

He Qianjue said: "That's up to you, you can call it whatever you want, as long as it's not sir."

"Then..." Han Chan thought for a while, then clapped her paws and said, "Boss!"

He Qianjue couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this.

"No... can't it?" Han Chan seemed to see that he didn't like it very much, and raised her head to look at He Qianjue intently. There was a pair of big green eyes in the dark shadow of the ghost, and there was an obvious look in her eyes. Looking forward, He Qianjue felt uncomfortable.

He Qianjue had no choice but to turn his head away and said, "No, it's pretty good."

After finishing speaking, He Qianjue subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the head of the black group, but the shadow ghost had no substance, and he stretched out his hand and was shrouded in black mist. He didn't touch anything except a little cold. He withdrew his hand and looked at it. He looked at his palm and thought for a while, and said: "Even ordinary souls can condense entities when they enter this mirror space, but you can't. It seems that your current state is worse than a spirit body."

Han Chan looked at his body when he heard the words. In fact, compared to when he was born, the resentment on his body has dissipated a lot, the fog has also faded a lot, and his body has become significantly smaller. He can clearly see Feeling that my strength is fading... This change has been intensified since the death of the murderer.

"As I said earlier, without that body, you won't survive seven days." He Qianjue said, "But it's not difficult. Since I'm willing to keep you, I can naturally extend your lifespan."

I'm afraid Han Chan won't be able to change his words for a while, so he still opened his mouth to call Mr., and he asked: "Sir...then, what should we do?"

"Just learn to absorb the aura of the weather within seven days and learn how to strengthen your own spiritual body." He Qianjue continued, "I can teach you all of these, but there is one condition."

Han Chan was very respectful, bowed her head and listened obediently to He Qianjue.

He Qianjue said: "You have to give me half of the spiritual energy you absorbed."

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Just a few hours after the vicious gun-to-murder incident at Xikou Hospital, journalists from various media and newspaper offices rushed from all directions like flies sniffing, and built a three-story building outside the hospital. Many doctors, nurses and patients are the targets of their investigation and interview.

The police had no time to control these reporters, they were all blocked in the monitoring room of the hospital to retrieve the monitoring images, and wanted to take a closer look at the whole process of the murderer chasing and killing Zhuo's father and daughter, but not all places in the hospital were equipped with There was surveillance, so the police couldn't see the scene of the murderer and Zhuo's father and daughter confronting each other in the corridor, but only saw Zhuo's father running down the stairs dripping with blood and holding his daughter in his arms.

After careful investigation of this incident, the police found that there was a lot of doubt in it. It was the two plainclothes police officers who were in charge of monitoring the camp and guarding the entrance of the hospital. Although they killed the murderer and saved the Zhuo family's father and daughter , But when the sheriff asked in detail, the two policemen did not remember the specifics of the incident at all.

The two plainclothes policemen only remember the moment when they rushed into the hospital to protect the Zhuo family's father and daughter, and raised their guns to confront the murderer. That was the last thing they remembered. Everything that happened afterwards seemed to be deleted from their brains. same.

Although the surveillance images at the entrance of the hospital lobby can be called up, those surveillance images have blind spots and ranges. On the surveillance video, only the policeman standing behind with Zhuo Mingyu behind his back can be barely seen, and no one else can be seen.

And there is no sound in the surveillance video, only the picture.

The police also wanted to interrogate Wen Shan, who was taken hostage in the incident, and her daughter Zhuo Qianqian. However, after Wen Shan woke up, her emotions in front of the police were not very stable. It can be said that she was hysterical. He hugged his daughter and did not let go. Considering the emotions of the two victims and the fact that one of them was only a few years old, the police did not interrogate them too much.

As for Zhuo Mingyu, he is still in the emergency room, being pulled back from the death line by the doctors.

A few hours later, Zhuo Mingyu's operation was over, and the doctors came out of the operating room one after another. When Wen Shan asked about the situation, the doctors said that his life was not in danger for the time being, but he hadn't passed the danger period. If he wakes up, it means he is safe and sound.

A few more hours passed, and the day was almost over, and the sky was getting late and the sun was setting.He Qianjue stood by the mirror in the evening, watching the nurse at the front desk outside turn on the TV in the hospital lobby on time, and some entertainment news was playing on the TV.

He Qianjue noticed that there was an extra ghost in the hospital hall, exuding a faint black aura, and other ghosts would instinctively avoid it when they saw it. Usually there are many ghosts wandering here, but now there are only a few left , all because of this new ghost.

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"It's that damned murderer!" After getting along for a day, Han Chan, who had become a little familiar with He Qianjue, followed him to look outside the mirror. When he saw the ghost outside, the black mist on his body surged again, and his resentment began to grow. , "I want to make him forever!"

The ghost wandering in the hospital hall outside the mirror is undoubtedly the murderer they just shot to death with the help of the police during the day.The murderer had a bewildered expression on his face. Once he died, he also became a ghost floating here. However, after this guy became a ghost, he didn't have to walk with a limp.

He Qianjue rubbed his chin, stared at the murderer outside and said, "This guy has a lot of yin, I'm afraid he will become a ghost sooner or later."

Han Chan said: "Then what are you waiting for, find a way to make him fly away!"

He Qianjue shook his head disapprovingly and said, "I can't get out of this mirror, you are too weak."

Han Chan tried to retort: ​​"I can still deal with a mere ghost!"

He Qianjue turned his head and looked at Han Chan carefully, but still shook his head: "You are a monster born in response to the wishes of the deceased. Once the murderer dies, the resentment on you will gradually decrease, which means that you have fulfilled the wishes of those victims. Without the need to exist, your strength will also be weakened, and the current you are not even better than ordinary ghosts."

Han Chan couldn't reason: "Isn't it possible to let him float around outside and make waves?"

He Qianjue stroked his chin and thought for a while, then said, "Don't worry, this murderer just died and is still in a daze, and he can't do anything shocking for the time being. We just need to keep an eye on him, and wait for the ghost official to come in seven days. If he refuses to go with the ghost official, it will not be too late to find a way to kill him."

With that said, He Qianjue looked at Han Chan and said, "And within these seven days, you must also learn how to absorb spiritual energy. If you learn it, you will not die, you will have strength, and you will be able to make this guy fly away."

Now that He Qianjue had already said that, Han Chan had no reason to object, so she nodded, shrank to He Qianjue's side, opened her mouth and shouted: "Sir, you haven't told me your name yet."

At the end of the day, He Qianjue and Han Chan briefly explained...the matter of being sealed in the mirror, and also said something about his memory loss.He Qianjue completely lost all memories of "himself", which made him unable to remember what kind of monster he was and what he had experienced in the past.

However, the interesting thing is that although He Qianjue doesn't remember who he is, he has learned all the knowledge and skills he is proficient in. He has a hundred or eighty sets of skills in his mind that are suitable for different types of gods, demons, demons, and people. Ethnic cultivation mentality, Taoism, and formulas.There are even some strange and inexplicable knowledge about sword formulas, spells, formations, mechanisms, etc.At the same time, he also has an understanding of the major races such as gods, demons, demons, and humans, and even knows some unknown secret information.

Even He Qianjue himself was amazed that he had such a huge reserve of knowledge.

But as the saying goes, knowledge is power, and He Qianjue will not be afraid of the predicament he is facing now, and can easily help Han Chan solve the problem if he has something in his stomach.

He Qianjue thought about it, and among the hundred and eighty sets of cultivation methods in his mind, he selected the one that was most suitable for Han Chan's cultivation.

"It's called Soul Stealing Art." He Qianjue said to Han Chan, "Don't worry about the name, in fact, it has nothing to do with the mental method itself. This set of mental methods is not a superior mental method, but it is the most suitable for you, and it is also the easiest to start."

He Qianjue recited this tricky mental formula to Han Chan: "At the right time on the fourth day of the afternoon and afternoon, gather the yin and concentrate on the body..."

Before He Qianjue finished reading, Han Chan started to stop, shouting: "Wait! Sir!"

"What's wrong?" He Qianjue frowned when he was interrupted.

Han Chan honestly raised her hand and said, "I don't understand!"

When Han Chan said this, He Qianjue also found it difficult.It is normal for Han Chan not to understand these things. Simplified fonts have long been promoted in modern society. With its own set of languages ​​and characters, ancient classical Chinese and other languages ​​and fonts seem to have become a thing of the past. Of course, few people can understand translation.

In particular, the mental formulas that He Qianjue is familiar with are basically written in ancient Chinese, and some of them are even from ancient times. Written in ancient Chinese, they are hard to pronounce, and they can't even understand the meaning .

He Qianjue could understand it, but the translation might not convey the meaning. He felt embarrassed, reached out and touched the back of his head, thought for a long time, and said, "Well, let's just teach you how to do it."

"You are a monster made up of resentment and yin." He Qianjue said bluntly, "So if you practice, you must go to a place with deep resentment or yin, avoid sunlight, stay in the dark, follow my instructions You use this method to absorb Yin Qi, use Yin Qi to solidify your body, and then you can start to absorb Spiritual Qi."

"Aura is the free energy that is inadvertently released by every creature in the world. As long as there are creatures, there will be aura, and human beings can also emit this kind of power. Among them, the aura emitted by plants is the purest, so Go to places with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and you can absorb a lot of pure spiritual energy."

He Qianjue stroked his chin and said, "The soul of every creature is actually formed by this aura. When the ghosts are taken to the underworld by the ghost officials and washed away the memories of the world in the reincarnation pool, the souls will become It becomes a pure collection of aura, which is the original appearance of the soul, clean and white as paper."

"Do I have a soul too?" Han Chan asked He Qianjue suddenly.

He Qianjue replied: "Of course there are...but the souls of monsters are somewhat special. The bodies of many monsters are not living things. I have seen examples of dead objects such as cups, stones, and swords becoming spirits. They are actually such objects. A large amount of aura was condensed by mistake, and a soul was naturally formed, which led to these objects having their own spiritual intelligence, learning the means of cultivation, and becoming monsters."

"But it is rare for dead things to become refined. They are very rare examples. They need a lot of time to accumulate spiritual energy. It may take hundreds of years to have spiritual wisdom, and it may take hundreds of years to barely understand cultivation. There will also be many accidents, such as the invasion of foreign enemies, which will lead to the death of this kind of spiritual creature before it is fully matured."

Saying that, He Qianjue looked at Han Chan, and continued: "You are also a rare example among monsters, a monster born in response to someone's wish, this kind of monster is 'one-off', meaning that its life is very short, but it can The quickest way to open up the intelligence in a short period of time."

"This kind of monster exists in the world purely for a certain purpose, such as revenge. After completing this purpose, the lifespan of the monster will reach the end... However, many times, these one-time monsters can't even reach their limit. The purpose is already dead in the womb."

"Because their lives are short, before they can find a way to extend their lives, they have already disappeared like fireworks."

He Qianjue looked down at Han Chan: "And you are the luckiest one."

Next, He Qianjue briefly explained to Han Chan how to absorb spiritual energy, because Han Chan couldn't understand the mantra, so He Qianjue stepped forward, stretched his hand into the black mist of Han Chan, and began to guide him After circulating the little spiritual energy left in the body, and guiding it several times, He Qianjue asked: "Do you remember? The route of spiritual energy flow, follow my guidance."

Han Chan nodded, imitating how He Qianjue taught him to drive his aura, and said, "I remember."

"After you drive your aura in this way, the free aura in the surrounding air will gradually be attracted to you. Although it is very slow, once you get used to it, it will be very fast."

After teaching Han Chan everything he could teach in general, He Qianjue sighed: "If only I could go out, there is no aura in this space."

"That's why I was asked to collect spiritual energy for you, right?" Han Chan was reviewing what He Qianjue had taught him in her mind, and when she heard He Qianjue say this, she couldn't help but say, "You lied to me earlier, saying that you want Talking about turning Zhuo Qianqian's parents into ghosts...is just to trick me in."

He Qianjue, who had been exposed, had no repentance at all, and said brazenly: "Yeah, because I'm trapped in this mirror, so I need to find a way...well, escape."

Speaking of this, He Qianjue continued: "However, there are some factors to test you, because I don't want to accept a cruel and cold-blooded monster, because it will be troublesome to get along with."

Knowing the fact that he was completely deceived and used, Han Chan didn't mean to blame He Qianjue, sighed, and he promised solemnly: "Okay, sir, don't worry, I will try my best to collect spiritual energy for you."

"I told you not to call me Mr...." He Qianjue had nothing to do with him.

But Han Chan didn't seem to be able to change it, he was still very serious, and said: "I heard that in ancient times, the word 'Mr.' was a title for a talented person or a teacher. I think you are very suitable for this title."

"So... do you regard me as your teacher?" He Qianjue was even more helpless.

Han Chan got close to He Qianjue, and the dark ball of dumpling was carefully pasted on it. It was icy and cold, and was still next to He Qianjue. Han Chan said: "Sir, when I first saw you, I was a little worried. I was worried that it would be difficult to get along with you." Get along, but for now, I'm grateful to you."

Han Chan's words seemed very serious, but this little demon was unexpectedly a serious and good boy, which gave He Qianjue the urge to touch this black ball's head again.

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Two days later, Zhuo Mingyu finally came back from the death line, but because of his serious condition, he still needed to be hospitalized for observation for a period of time. During this period, Zhuo Qianqian no longer needed to be hospitalized, and could go home with Wen Shan.

When she came home to visit her father in the hospital, Zhuo Qianqian did not forget her rabbit doll, she took the doll and ran to the mirror to look for He Qianjue. Now she could no longer see He Qianjue in the mirror, but she seemed to know that He Qianjue was watching him inside. She looked like her, so Zhuo Qianqian directly pasted her rabbit doll on the mirror, and sneaked close to the mirror and said, "Uncle! I'll bring you what you want!"

He Qianjue looked at the girl in the mirror looking like a thief, and couldn't help but want to laugh. He reached out and tapped the mirror, and the rabbit doll that Zhuo Qianqian put up suddenly merged into the mirror, as if it had fallen into the water. It was as if it was inside, and the ripples that seemed to be swaying on the mirror could still be vaguely seen.

Seeing that He Qianjue did accept her rabbit doll, Zhuo Qianqian was so happy that she danced and went back to Wen Shan, shouting, "Mom, look! Uncle took my doll!"

A proud look, as if it is such a big deal.

Wen Shan looked at Zhuo Qianqian's empty hands, and then at the things she was carrying in her hands. She brought a basket of strawberries specially today, and she especially liked to eat these when the chilling cicada was on Zhuo Qianqian's body. Zhuo Qianqian doesn't like to eat sweet things very much, she likes to eat sour ones.

"Can this be stuffed in?" Wen Shan held a basket of strawberries, looked in the mirror, and couldn't help asking her daughter.

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Facts have proved that strawberries can also be stuffed in. When Wen Shan tried to put the strawberry basket on the mirror, the strawberry basket went in together.

Han Chan in the mirror rolled up the basket with her own black mist, and happily hugged the basket in circles.

Seeing his happy expression, He Qianjue couldn't help but hit him: "You don't even have a body, and you can't eat it."

Han Chan didn't take it seriously, and said excitedly: "Mom gave me strawberries, which means she hasn't forgotten me!"

He Qianjue could only agree, "Yes, yes, she hasn't forgotten you."

Wen Shan squatted outside the mirror and saw the strawberry basket disappear with her own eyes. She felt miraculous and a little happy. She reached out to touch the mirror and said, "Be good, mom will come to see you often in the future, okay?"

After thinking about it, I couldn't help but add: "I don't know if you can eat in it, is there a place to sleep? Is it cold? I should bring you some clothes... your friend also Is it inside? Will it be too troublesome to entrust him to take care of you..."

After rambling on, she couldn't help talking a lot, and Zhuo Qianqian who was next to her got impatient, pulled Wen Shan's sleeve, and said old-fashionedly: "Mom, you talk too much nonsense!"

"You child... this is called caring, do you understand?" Wen Shan heard that her daughter dared to scold her, so she stretched out her hand and pinched Zhuo Qianqian's plump and tender face, which made Zhuo Qianqian's tears burst into tears Yes, sobbing and shouting: "Mom is biased..."

In order not to be biased, Wen Shan had no choice but to smile and lean over to kiss Zhuo Qianqian's face that had just been pinched.

And Han Chan huddled in the mirror and watched enviously, and shouted while watching: "Mom!"

"I can't stand you." He Qianjue sighed, "Like a child."

Han Chan turned her head and said confidently: "I was originally a child! I haven't even turned one year since I was born!"

Although it seemed that there was still a lot to say, Wen Shan couldn't keep squatting in front of the mirror and talking to Han Chan. After touching the mirror, she took Zhuo Qianqian and left again.

Han Chan was still reluctant to let go, holding the strawberry Wen Shan had just given him and staring at his back for a long time, after a long time, he came to his senses and turned around to ask He Qianjue: "Mr. Put something in?"

He Qianjue fiddled with the rabbit doll Zhuo Qianqian gave him in his hand, and replied: "It seems that only dead objects can be stuffed in at will, not living creatures, spirit bodies and the like can come in and out at will... This place is only for me can never get out."

"Then can I go out?" Han Chan asked again.

"Yes." He Qianjue said generously, "You have to go out to practice and absorb spiritual energy."

"You're not afraid that I won't come back." Han Chan was inexplicably angry at He Qianjue's attitude, puffed up her black mist, and muttered, "Don't you want to make some kind of contract or spell to restrain me?"

He Qianjue looked at Han Chan in amazement: "It's the first time I've seen someone rush to my door to cast a curse on me."

Heituanzi seemed to be blushing, and muttered, "You need me, don't you? Then I'll... make it harder..."

"I don't like to do things that force others." He Qianjue was silent for a while, looked at Han Chan, and suddenly smiled softly, "Those who are willing to stay by my side will naturally not leave me, and those who are not...even if they are forced to stay Now, he's leaving...it's only a matter of time."

In the past, when He Qianjue didn't understand this reason, he forced others to stay.

He couldn't remember clearly, but it seemed that such a thing really happened... The final outcome was naturally tragic, and the people who stayed behind left him without hesitation.

The feeling of being left alone.

"Let's not talk about this." He Qianjue reached out and rubbed his temples, and raised the rabbit doll in his hand towards Han Chan, "Let's do something."

"What's the matter?" Han Chan dangled around holding the strawberry basket.

He Qianjue held up the rabbit doll and squeezed it, "This is for you, as your body."

"Huh?" Han Chan couldn't believe it, "What do you mean?"

Although he couldn't understand He Qianjue's intentions, Han Chan was an obedient child. He followed He Qianjue's order to attach his dark mist to this little pink rabbit puppet. Because he was attached to him, he It can also control the puppet to twist and roll on the ground in a ridiculous posture.Move its pink ears or pink tail from time to time.

"It's cute." He Qianjue squinted his eyes and was very satisfied. He reached out and picked up the puppet that Han Chan was attached to, hugged him in his arms, and rubbed his rabbit's head wantonly, "This way I can touch you."

Chilling also had the experience of being attached to a hairpin before, so there was no burden.And compared to the rigid hairpin, the body of this puppet can allow him to move, although because it is too soft and the inside is full of cotton, the body cannot stand up, so he can only roll forward.

"What's the point of this?" Han Chan got used to the puppet's body a little bit, raised the rabbit's head and asked He Qianjue.

He Qianjue squinted her eyes and said in satisfaction: "I can hug you now. When Zhuo Qianqian was around, I hugged her every day. Now I have nothing to hold in my arms, so it feels uncomfortable."

After finishing speaking, He Qianjue picked up the strawberry basket on the ground, looked at the plump red strawberries inside, swallowed and asked Han Chan: "Can I eat?"

Han Chan thought for a while, and said generously: "It's fine, anyway, I can't eat with my body."

He Qianjue hadn't eaten fruit for a long time, and with Han Chan's consent, he stretched out his hand and stretched out the hungry devil's claws to the strawberries in the basket, and said excitedly, "Then I'm not welcome!"

Seeing that he swallowed a big strawberry in one gulp, Han Chan said with a bit of distress, "Save some for me."

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On the other side, Zhuo Mingyu, who had been lying on the hospital bed for several days, was still in a daze of consciousness, and finally became sober today. He lay in a daze for a while, and turned his head to see Zhuo Qianqian lying on the side of the hospital bed looking at him. Subconsciously asked: "Cissy?"

Zhuo Qianqian showed him a big smile: "Father! You're awake!"

Zhuo Mingyu tried his best to open his eyes wide, and found that the black mist on Zhuo Qianqian's body had disappeared, Zhuo Qianqian's eyes had also returned to bright black, big eyes blinked and blinked, moist and moist, with a pink face And the curved corners of the mouth are very cute.

"Great...you..." Zhuo Mingyu realized that his daughter had really returned to normal, and he felt happy, enduring the pain and reaching out to touch his daughter's face.

Zhuo Qianqian is quite understanding, she is obviously a little girl of a few years old, but when she sees her father stretching out his hand with difficulty, she will take the initiative to hold his hand, and then put his hand on her cheek. Smiling so hard that it turned into a crescent: "Dad, get well soon!"

"You're fine..." Zhuo Mingyu repeated this sentence, so happy that he didn't know what to do.

Zhuo Qianqian said: "Sissi is fine, Dad is amazing! He protected Qianxi from the villains, like a big hero in cartoons!"

When the other party said this, Zhuo Mingyu was a little dazed: "Do you remember?"

"The memory of being possessed... She does have it." Wen Shan walked up suddenly, sat on the edge of Zhuo Mingyu's hospital bed, and smiled at him: "It's amazing, I was also shocked." Jump, this child remembers everything that happened when she was possessed, probably Han... the memory of that monster remains in her brain."

Zhuo Mingyu seemed very surprised, or maybe it was because of his serious injury that his thinking was a little bit overwhelmed. He lay there silent for a while, and then continued to ask Wen Shan: "My wife, that monster is me. did you leave?"

"Yes." Wen Shan replied, "He said he went to find friends in that mirror, and then returned his body to Sissy."

"Mirror..." Zhuo Mingyu suddenly struggled to get up as if he just remembered something.When Wen Shan saw it, she immediately reached out to stop him.

"What are you doing?" Wen Shan scolded him, "The injury is still so serious, you can't get out of bed!"

"I..." Zhuo Mingyu really couldn't get up. He moved just now, and the wound on his body made him tremble with pain, and he suddenly lost his strength. He had no choice but to say to Wen Shan: "Then...that monster, before leaving Did you say something before?"

Wen Shan thought for a while, then shook her head: "No, he just said goodbye to me and left."

Zhuo Mingyu was speechless, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling with a sad expression: "What... didn't say anything..."

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Within a few days after Zhuo Mingyu woke up, the threshold in his ward was almost trampled down by various people who came one after another. Except for the police who came to do follow-up investigations and asked him about some things and made some notes, there were also Reporters from many news newspapers came to interview one after another every day.

It is said that when this case was closed, the police announced that the criminal who caused a riot in the hospital with a gun was also the murderer of the serial murder case that attacked and killed children one after another, because the police found many tools for the crime in the murderer's home. and the mutilation of children dismembered in refrigerators.

This incident was hailed as the worst criminal incident in the history of City A. It was widely reported by major media news, and it was known to everyone in the city. In this incident, it can be called the protagonist. Zhuo's family of three has also become the target of people's attention.

Because Zhuo Mingyu was seriously injured in this case and hovered on the death line several times, his injury was questioned by the public as a police officer.