Mr. Fu is always too annoying

On the paper, the monster was entrenched there, its red eyes staring straight out.

Fu Tong picked up the sketch paper before Bai Tang: "What is this?"

Bai Tang thought he was asking about paper: "Portrait pages for file management, fixed configuration."

Fu Tong: "..."

Fu Tong's eyes were subtle: "I'm asking about the thing drawn on the paper."

The little white rabbit was stunned, and blushed for a moment after regaining consciousness, and stammered: "It, it... it is the six desires."

"Six desires?"

"Yes." Fan Xiu walked over and continued, "It is lust, greed, possession, tyranny, longing, and fear."

Fu Tong looked at him.

Fan Xiu went on to make a patch: "It only appeared half a month ago. It is neither human nor demon nor ghost. In short, we can't tell what it is. We named it Liuyu, because this monster can peek into people's hearts. The deepest desire is then used as a medium to melt around the person being watched, slowly devouring the person's flesh and soul, and those who can be entangled by it generally have strong obsessions or hidden desires deep in their hearts people."

Fu Tong meal.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice: "It...I mean the six desires, can it talk when it's spying on others?"

"It doesn't talk when it's spying. As long as it opens its mouth, it speaks the deepest desire in the heart of the person being watched. If you say it, you are being targeted by it."

Strong obsession.

hidden desires.

The deepest longing in my heart.

……

And yesterday's monster said silently in front of Fu Tong, Fu Qianyuan.

Fu Tong's eyes darkened: "Does it have anything to do with the matter you asked me to help?"

"There must be." Fan Xiu glanced at the door in the corner, "When the Six Desires first appeared, everyone thought it was a ghost. When we arrived at the Bureau, we have been investigating this matter recently, and finally found someone who knew the details of it, but this person was very stubborn, so he just didn’t say anything.”

"What's the matter?"

"A weasel spirit doesn't have much morality, but he stays in the human world right after becoming a spirit. He is very oily. If he says a few words, he starts to touch porcelain without even touching him. We enforce the law violently. Now that we are sure, there are many rules. We You can’t do anything to him... The regulations stipulate that detainees can’t exceed 48 hours, and there are less than three hours left, if you can’t ask anything, it will be even more difficult in the future.”

Fu Tong has seen this kind of person a lot in the entertainment industry, and he has no other skills, and he sells poor actor-level acting skills.

He raised his eyes, and said in a calm voice, "I really want to see who this person is."

It means that they agreed with what Bai Tang and the others wanted to say.

Bai Tang Yixi hurriedly led Fu Tong into the room in the corner. It wasn't that big, but the lights were turned on a lot, and it was almost dazzling. There was a chair in the middle, and the weasel that Fan Xiu mentioned was sitting there. , a little yellow-haired boy, saw three people coming in, and smiled nonchalantly: "Hey, why are the three of you here again, and brought one... what the hell?!"

Little Huang Maoer suddenly sat up: "Fu Fu Fu Fu Tong?!"

The shock was clear at a glance, almost no different from the few people in the Monster Bureau back then.

But Bai Tang and the others were shocked because of his cowardice, while Xiao Huang Maoer's was another layer of Fu Tong's identity.

"Big star!" Little Huang Maoer's eyes sparkled, "I saw your poster outside when I came here just now, my God, can you sign me later?"

Fu Tong pulled the corner of his mouth.

Little Huangmaoer also sensed something was wrong at this time, his eyes stopped on Fu Tong, then turned to the three people next to him, and after a long time, he tentatively opened his mouth: "You... were also arrested?"

Fu Tong: "..."

Several people:"……"

Rao She took out a talisman: "This is our big brother, what are you talking about, do you believe it if you slapped you with a nonsense talisman?"

"I don't believe it." Little Huang Mao'er was very thick-skinned, "The regulations of your Monster Bureau are written on the wall, you can't enforce the law violently, you can't torture people to extract confessions, and you can't cause a little physical and mental harm to people. I didn't do anything, but Those who are protected by these regulations, no matter how fierce you are, I will report you."

The little celestial master frowned in anger: "You... I don't have time to be poor with you. Do you want to talk about six desires?"

Little Huangmaoer laughed: "What six desires, I have already said that I have never heard of it or seen it, why don't you understand..."

"Oh!"

The following words came to an abrupt end after a loud noise.

It's not that I don't want to continue talking, but that I can't speak anymore.

The little Huang Maoer lay stiffly on the table, his eyes kept looking to the side, and beside him, Fu Tong stood there, with one hand against the back of the little Huang Maoer's neck to force him to hold him there, with the other hand holding the pitch-black knife, his face blank. The expression was horizontally in front of little Huang Maoer's eyes.

All this happened unexpectedly, Xiao Huang Maoer was stunned, and after a long while, he struggled to make a sound: "What are you doing?! I told you that the rules of the Monster Bureau are still in place here, believe it or not, I will report you... ..."

Fu Tong dropped the knife expressionlessly, the black blade brushed against the little yellow hair's cheek, and then pierced deeply into the table.

At the same time, there were a few hairs that fell.

The little yellow hair trembled, but the following words continued according to inertia: "...reported to be expelled?"

These few words obviously lack confidence, and their voice and momentum have dropped seven or eight points.

After finishing speaking, I heard Fu Tong's voice: "Follow you, I am related to the household."

Little Huang Maoer: "..."

Are the current relationship households so confident? !

Little Huang Maoer stopped talking.

Fu Tong bent down a little, and slowly patted his face with the knife: "You'd better tell what you know, I'm not a good-tempered person, in case I get impatient... Ah."

He stopped, no longer suppressing his breath, the coercion from the ancient ferocious beast poured out from him unreservedly in an instant, with a golden cry and endless evil spirit, covering everything around him heavily.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few points.

The little yellow-haired boy has been matured for less than 100 years. He has mixed into human society and is tired of cultivation. How can he stand up to such a threat? His ears and tail popped out in an instant, and he gritted his teeth to hold on. human form.

Fu Tong casually put the knife on his neck: "Say it?"

The little yellow hair trembled, and almost cried: "Tell me! I'll tell you everything you want to know!"

Fu Tong withdrew his knife, didn't speak any more, and stood beside him, looking at him calmly.

Behind him, Fan Xiu walked over with a booklet in his arms, and seamlessly started the interrogation mode.

"Name."

"Huang Lang."

"age."

"89."

"Gender... Forget it, let's talk about the six desires directly."

"..."

Huang Lang sneaked a glance at Fu Tong, and trembled when he caught the latter's sight, and didn't dare to hide it anymore: "That monster, in fact, was actually released by me, that's how it is. I traveled to Yunnan some time ago. Nan bought a wooden box. At that time, I bought it just to look good. I didn’t expect that there was something closed in the box, and it popped out as soon as I opened it. At that time, I was very scared, so I dropped the box and ran away. What happened next... you guys I will know."

Southern Yunnan.

Fu Tong raised his eyes.

Fan Xiu continued to ask, "Where's the box?"

"Yes, in my house, and I never went home to live in it again." Huang Lang said, "If you want to go, I can take you there. I locked the door when I left. The security of the community is very good, and I will definitely not enter. Thief!"

Fan Xiu: "...OK."

The little yellow hair retracted, and after a while, he opened his mouth cautiously: "Well, that, I didn't say it before, because I knew that I was the person who was directly responsible, and I was afraid, so I said it now, forget it, is it a confession and leniency? ah?"

Fan Xiu looked at Fu Tong, and after seeing the latter nodding, he was relieved: "Forget it, don't worry, as long as you cooperate well, nothing will happen."

This is a fact.

Now that there are few people in the monster circle, there has long been an implicit rule in the circle, as long as it is a cub under the age of two hundred, whether it is your own cub or not, you should try to take care of it as much as possible.

Little Huang Maoer is 89 this year, and the release of Liuyu was just an accident, not deliberately manipulated by him, at most it was because of the previous lack of cooperation and ideological education, and there was nothing else.

But this is just a situation under normal conditions. The three members of the Monster Bureau know that if Fu Tong is not willing to let him go, then it is useless to say any rules.

Ancient fierce beasts, one is fierce, two is not afraid of expulsion, three is not afraid of divine punishment, and fourth is also a little emotionally entangled with their boss.

Can't be bothered.

Fan Xiu looked back and quickly remembered what Huang Lang said just now.

When the last word was written, Bai Tang over there also sorted out the recordings, and the two of them put the things in a folder, and looked back at Huang Lang: "Let's go, let's go to your house and have a look."

Huang Lang nodded, and then shook his head after nodding: "It's not appropriate to go now, I... I also went to squat outside my house later, and found that the monster only appeared at twelve o'clock in the noon, and disappeared at zero o'clock after it appeared. Then it reappears, disappears, and repeats itself.”

It's just after 10:30, an hour and a half before twelve o'clock.

"How long will it take to get to your house?"

"It's in the next neighborhood, and it won't take five minutes." Huang Lang wagged his tail, "If it wasn't for being so close, I wouldn't have been caught by you."

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes.

Little Huang Maoer changed his words in an instant: "No, no, it is my honor to serve the people!"

Fan Xiu: "..."

Fan Xiu didn't want to talk to him anymore, walked back to Fu Tong, and asked, "Tong, Brother Tong, Huang Lang's house...to go together?"

He was a little guilty when he said this, but he didn't expect to hear Fu Tong's voice just after he finished speaking.

"go."

One word, plain and simple.

Three people who thought they would be rejected: [Happy with a windmill in hand].jpg

Rao She and Bai Tang first accompanied the boss to go outside to wait for time, as for Fan Xiu, they still stayed in the small room.

After all, the work of ideological education still has to go through a wave.

Fan Xiu picked up a red book and smiled slightly at the little boy in front of him.

Little Yellow Hair: ...

For a moment, Xiao Huangmao suddenly felt the fear of being stared at by the head teacher on the podium many years ago.

hum.