Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Tan Lin was looking at the skylight.

I don't know how many years it hasn't been opened or cleaned. It's so gray that even the stars can't be seen clearly. When Tan Lin looked at it before, he only felt dirty, but now, he feels endless fear.

Because he saw a monster.

His limbs were twisted and lying on the skylight glass, his face was blue and white, there were nothing but black holes where the eyes should have been, and dark blood dripped down his cheeks to the corner of his mouth, revealing a row of sharp teeth like a beast.

It slapped the skylight crazily there, and after meeting Tan Lin's gaze, it smiled sinisterly at him.

There are obvious cracks in the glass.

Tan Lin withdrew his gaze stiffly: "No, no, no, it's impossible. I can't believe feudal superstitions. I must be too tired to have hallucinations. In the material world, the 24-character mantra protects the body, freedom, equality, justice, the rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, friendliness, prosperity and civilization... "

The following series of socialist core values ​​can still be remembered so clearly after graduation, so it can be seen that he was a good student when he was in school.

Fu Tong almost laughed out loud: "What are you doing?"

Tan Lin glanced up first, and after confirming that the monster was still his hallucination, he almost cried in despair: "Then what is it? Are you not afraid? Let's go, let's go, the glass is about to shatter——"

"Snapped--"

The glass shards fell at the sound, and Fu Tong reacted almost instantly. He pulled Tan Lin, who was already frightened and stiff, behind him, and the Qianyuan knife floated and coiled beside him, with faint light flowing on the knife pattern.

Tan Lin tightly tugged on his sleeve: "You, don't tell me you hired an actor to scare me on purpose? If so, can I admit defeat? I'm really scared."

It sounded like she was about to cry.

Fu Tong twitched his temples, and just halfway through saying, are you a fool, the monster suddenly jumped towards them, Fu Tong took Tan Lin to escape, and only heard a bang, and the place hit by it behind him was shocked. There was an extra twisted hole.

If they were the ones you bumped into just now, then...

Tan Lin couldn't help shivering, and the question just now was answered invisibly.

Not acting, not scaring.

A real-life horror monster.

Tan Lin couldn't help but move closer to Fu Tong, trembling: "What should we do now?"

Fu Tong has already taken back the Qianyuan Knife. After all, Tan Lin is just an ordinary person, and he likes to blackmail him. Mr. Yazi has no intention of exposing himself to him.

If you can't do it, and there is a burden around you, then the only way out is obvious.

Fu Tong tore off Tan Lin's hand from his sleeve, and said simply and neatly, "Run!"

Tan Lin finally came to his senses at this moment. After hearing the order, he ran away instantly, and the two of them went out. The outside was empty. The staff and players all disappeared at some point, and it was so quiet that it made people panic.

Where did Tan Lin go through this, he was cowardly, afraid and panicked, and he was able to continue running without his legs being weak, all because of impromptu patchwork of courage.

Fu Tong originally wanted to lure the monster to a place where Tan Lin could not see, but he didn't expect it to be very clever. It didn't provoke Fu Tong at all, and just ran after Tan Lin.

Tan Lin soon found out about this matter, crying in his voice: "What enmity do I have with it, why does it only chase after me ahhhhhh!"

Fu Tong didn't have the heart to hit him.

In fact, what's so strange about this.

It is the instinct of all living and non-living things to bully the weak and fear the strong.

But in the end, I can't just watch this little fool die.

Fu Tong sighed in his heart: "Come here."

Tan Lin's sensitivity reached the peak of his life at this moment, as if he had found a life-saving straw, he shrank behind him cowardly: "My God, what the hell is this? Can we still get out alive? No, I haven't been in a relationship yet. It's a pity to die, I have to go out!"

There is not a single punctuation mark in a paragraph, and Fu Tong's eardrum hurts because of the noise.

At the same time, the monster was also disturbed. Its temper was obviously not as good as that of Fu Tonghao. It rushed towards them irritably, with dirty blood on its dark nails, and an unpleasant bloody smell.

Fu Tong quietly held the knife, and just as the knife protruded a little from his sleeve, it suddenly darkened in front of him.

The touch of silk and satin brushed over the tip of the nose, and the dragon embroidered with silver thread kept walking in the darkness following the movements of the owner. Before Fu Tong had time to react, he heard a loud noise in his ears, and the monster with its teeth and claws was in Fu Qianyuan's hands. It didn't even survive for three seconds, and quickly fell to the ground, turning into a red doll.

Maybe it can't be called a doll, but more appropriately, it should be a paper puppet.

It is the kind that is burned to the dead on the ghost festival anniversary.

Fu Tong retracted the knife: "Can you let go?"

It was Tan Lin.

The little fool with the second illness has been tugging on his sleeves since just now. The summer clothes are already thin, and Fu Tong is afraid that he will tear the piece of fabric off.

Tan Lin glanced at it secretly, and quickly let go after confirming that there was no danger: "This, this is the end?"

Fu Tong frowned: "Not yet, you have to be careful when you go home, maybe when you wake up in the middle of the night and open your eyes, you will find one lying on the window or the ceiling."

This is not an ordinary picture.

Tan Lin made up the scene in his head, and he almost wanted to cry, but just as his emotions were brewing, he saw the person in front of him laughing: "I'm lying to you, tsk."

Tan Lin: "..."

The little fool with the second-year illness was panicked and cheated. He could be as angry as he wanted, but thinking of how Fu Tong took the initiative to call him over to protect him just now, he held back his hair and asked in a low voice, "That's yours." A bodyguard? He's pretty handsome, how much is it to hire? I want one too."

It was Fu Qianyuan.

"……right."

Fu Tong responded perfunctorily, watching Fu Qianyuan walk over there step by step, holding a piece of plastic sheet that was pulled from nowhere, with the little paper puppet in the middle.

The workmanship is very rough, a layer of paper is pasted on the outside of the wooden frame, and a talisman is pasted on the heart, the characters are still very clear, the front is the talisman, the back...

It's Fu Tong's name and birth date.

Tan Lin took a glance: "What is this?"

"Wooden puppet." Fu Tong said lightly, "A puppet made of locust wood and paper, soaked in blood to perform spells for his own use, to prevent disasters and harm people."

As for the purpose of the one in front of him, Tan Lin knew it was the latter without asking.

At this time, he also saw the name and birth date on the talisman paper, and was taken aback: "Is it for you?"

Fu Tong didn't deny it: "It's obvious."

Tan Lin's expression was extremely sad and indignant: "Then is it sick? It came after you, but it didn't chase you and kept chasing me. What do you mean? Do you think I'm easy to bully? Huh?"

It sounds pathetic.

But not only did Fu Tong feel no sympathy, but he even wanted to laugh.

As he thought about it, he actually laughed: "My name and date of birth are both fake, talismans are of no use to me, it's normal not to chase me."

His name on Baidu Encyclopedia is Fu Tong, born in 25, [-] years old.

Actually he is Meng Qi.

Mr. Yazi, who is now 760 years old.

Tan Lin: Shocked.

After being shocked, he asked again: "...Then is your height real?"

Fu Tong Encyclopedia shows that he is 1.8 meters tall, and the little fool is 1.8 meters, which has always been a comparison.

However, Fu Tong didn't want to talk to him, and used a lighter as a cover to cast a small spell to burn the wooden puppet, saying, "It's getting late, let's go back early."

Tan Lin nodded, and after walking two steps, he suddenly stopped as if thinking of something: "No, are we still in the real space now? There is no one around, I..."

Fu Tong promptly interrupted his random thoughts before he panicked: "Look at the time."

Tan Lin looked at the screen as he said.

Eleven twenty at night.

In this calculation, it was about eleven o'clock when they hid.

Tan Lin was stunned: "It was only a few minutes past eight when I entered the dressing room, how could it be..."

He stopped before he finished speaking.

He himself felt that this question was a bit silly. If this kind of weird thing didn't happen, it wouldn't happen. Now that it happened, wouldn't it be normal to have one more or one less?

Tan Lin stopped talking.

Fu Tong felt that this little fool could be saved, so he laughed and went downstairs silently.

Two 10 minutes later.

Two big monsters and a little idiot stood under the overpass, the little idiot was still a little nervous: "When I came out just now, I was very worried that the security guards would ask questions, but I didn't expect them to even look at us."

That's because Fu Qianyuan used a blindfold.

Fu Tong glanced at him: "Go home early, and I will give you a last suggestion, pay attention to the people around you."

The little fool was very keen: "What do you mean?"

Fu Tong had rare patience: "The wooden puppet comes to find people according to the instructions of the talisman paper. Normally, if it can't find it, it will disappear by itself, and it will not involve irrelevant people at all. But it is so relentless in chasing you today. There is only one The possibility is that the person who made it come has been in contact with you for a long time, and the wooden puppet thinks you are its master."

Tan Lin frowned.

There is a person around who can use ghost skills to harm people. No matter how stupid he is, he knows the seriousness of this matter. This person is targeting Fu Tong this time, so what about next time?Could it be him who was being targeted?

Even if not, the feeling of being chased for no reason like today is definitely not wonderful.

Should even stop loss.

Tan Lin nodded seriously: "Thank you."

It can be said that it is a rare experience to be thanked by the head of black fans.

Fu Tong laughed, knowing that the little fool had listened, so he didn't say anything else, and took him up by taxi first.

The taillights drifted away, and there were only him and Fu Qianyuan left beside the flyover.

Fu Qianyuan took out a coat: "It rained in the evening, it's a bit cold, put it on."

Fu Tong himself has plush plush, so he is not afraid of the cold at all, but he didn't refuse, so he took it and put it on.

Fu Qianyuan's eyes softened: "Don't worry about that person?"

He's talking about the man who controls the puppet.

Fu Tong hummed: "Don't worry, then the low-level manipulative technique was obviously used as a gun by someone, and it's useless to find it. The backlash of the wooden puppet is enough for him to have a long memory."

Fu Qianyuan said hello in a low voice.

It was rare for the two of them to have such a peaceful time since their reunion, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Fu Qianyuan was afraid that saying the wrong thing would make Fu Tong angry.

And Fu Tong is purely at a loss and indescribable.

There is no way to be the same as the former Meng Qi.

I am used to fighting with Fu Qianyuan, and I don't know how to face him outside of this posture.

Silence spread little by little.

The half-hour journey was actually completed on foot in such a silent way.

The two of them returned home, the puppy was still full of energy, and its tail quickly turned into a phantom as it shone beside them.

Fu Tong rubbed its ears with a smile, and was about to accompany the fluffy cutie in when Fu Qianyuan suddenly grabbed his wrist from behind.

Dog stuff ex-boyfriend.

Give a little good face and you have to make progress.

Fu Tong frowned and turned back: "What are you doing?"

The voice fell, and seeing Fu Qianyuan look away, the words seemed to have been imitated in his heart for a long time before he said them.

"Do you... want to go for a walk with the dog?"

The author has something to say: Fu Qianyuan: "Do you want to go for a walk with the dog?"

Fu Atong: "Walking the dog late at night, who taught you such a coquettish operation?"