Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

"Meow?"

"Meow."

Inside and outside the window, two cats, one white and one brown, look at each other affectionately.After communicating in a language that Zhang Fei couldn't understand for a while, the general flicked his tail and jumped off the window sill. The monk turned and walked back to the window, lying on the table with a listless expression.

"Didn't find it?" Zhang Fei smoothed its hair comfortingly, and the monk raised the tip of his tail and ticked his wrist as an answer.

It's been the third day that the monk has temporarily stayed at Zhang Fei's house. During these three days, he somehow established a relationship with the general, and used the wild cat circle to look for Song Guimu.It's a pity that Linshan is too big, and it's difficult to find someone who deliberately hides his whereabouts.

"Don't worry, that kid has his own destiny." Seeing that the monk was still not in the mood, Zhang Fei simply picked it up and handed it to Zhong Cuo.Zhong Cuo, who was forcibly assigned the job of "comforting the cat", raised his eyebrows, and Zhang Fei shrugged: "It's rare that there is a cat willing to let you hold it, please be content."

Holding the white cat in his arms, the Ghost King began to think for the nth time whether to put his plan of beating the priest into practice.Zhang Fei looked at the sinking sun outside the window, and sighed slightly—he was still worried about Song Guimu's side, but unfortunately he was really not good at finding people.He informed Di Ke, and the little policeman also patted his chest.But he also said that even if a formal application is made, the efficiency of catching one out of the millions of people in Linshan City with their stretched police force may not be as efficient as that of wild cats.

"You kid, don't do anything stupid..." Zhang Fei muttered in a low voice, but the haze in his heart could not be dispelled.

Since getting to know Song Guimu, he rarely mentioned things related to his brother—or, in other words, he didn't talk much about things related to himself at all.

A few times, when he came back, he passed by Song Guimu who had returned from the mission. The other party looked tired, and his walking posture even staggered, but as long as he noticed that he was there, Song Guimu would immediately adjust himself to—— It was very reluctant—in a normal state, he just kept his words like "Do you want to help?" directly in his mouth.

Fortunately, he is Zhang Fei.

Thinking about some things from the past, Zhang Fei took out a piece of ghost crystal and threw it into his mouth——Since what Ghost Dragon Biwei said to him, although he didn't really take this thing as a tonic, but from time to time Will swallow one too.After he got used to eating it, he found that ghost crystals tasted refreshing and refreshing, and the effect was much stronger than mints, and they were all natural and pollution-free.

After swallowing the passion fruit, he found that ghost crystals seemed to be able to suppress his stomach pain, which made him eat ghost crystals more frequently.But after all, this thing is the growth agent of the little devil. When Zhang Fei eats it, he always feels that he is grabbing snacks from him...

Just as he was thinking, Zhang Fei saw Zhong Cuo looking at him out of the corner of his eye, so he grinned, biting the ghost crystal between his two rows of white teeth and showing it: "Want?"

Zhong Cuo turned his head and made a nausea: "No!"

"Just say what you want~"

"..." He just wanted to give this guy a good beating now!

Zhang Fei swallowed Guijing with a grunt, took out the phone and dialed Song Guimu's number - he often did this these days, and there was always no one answering, but at least no answering is better than turning off the phone point……

Song Guimu's ringtone is an old song he found somewhere, and Zhang Fei's brows became tighter and tighter when he heard the male voice hoarsely yelling "Oh friend, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye"—waiting for this matter After it's over, he must ask Song Guimu to change this unlucky ringtone.

"If I died in the battle, you must take me..."

The smooth singing suddenly stopped and was replaced by chaotic noises.

"Song Guimu?" Zhang Fei yelled under his breath, but there was no answer on the phone - he could only hear a gust of wind and occasional screams. It was not a sound that a human could make, but rather... …ghost?

Where is this kid?

The reason why the call got through was probably because he accidentally pressed the answer button in the middle of the action... Calling him again may only distract him. Wanting to understand this, Zhang Fei stopped talking, Instead, he held his breath and tried to catch the subtle sounds coming from him.

The sharp ghost cries intermittently, and occasionally I can hear Song Guimu's short voice, but the voice is extremely low, I don't know if he is in a bad situation now, or...

Suddenly, a special sound entered Zhang Fei's ears.

"Ding dong jingle dong~The roller coaster is coming~"

The soft female voice was especially strange mixed in with howling ghosts and howling gods. What made Zhang Fei even more surprised was that he still felt quite familiar with this voice...

There is……

Playground!

Frowning tightly and then loosened, Zhang Fei finally caught the sound from his memory—it was the sound of the roller coaster running in the amusement park that he and Zhong went to by mistake!When he and Zhong Cuo went there for the second time, the little ghost took the roller coaster four or five times to avenge the last time, and he naturally had an impression of that voice when he was with him...

"The playground we went to last time!" The phone was cut off, and Zhang Fei shouted to the nervously waiting man and cat, "He should be there!"

The last time I came here, it seemed that it was not long after the Tanqinguo incident ended...

I haven't been here for a few months, and the playground that is still dragging its doors is still deserted.Now it is closed at other times except that it will be provided to some tourists for "trial play" on weekends.Zhang Fei greeted Chang Sheng on the way there, and when he arrived at the playground, the guard was already waiting there and quickly opened the gate for him.

"You've been here all this time, have you heard any abnormal sounds?" Zhang Fei asked.

"An abnormal voice?" The guard was taken aback, "This...no."

Seeing his eyes wandering, Zhang Fei's face darkened: "We are invited by the boss here to do some 'special' things, if it is because of you that the big event is delayed..."

The guard shrank his neck subconsciously, and quickly changed his words: "I did hear some sounds just now, that sound...it sounds..."

It swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and whispered: "It seems... very sharp, crying..."

"Where did you hear that?" Fortunately, I found the right place.

"How do I know!" The guard shook his head quickly, "I was frightened to death after hearing a few ears, how dare I look for the sound!"

That’s right, not everyone has the spirit of seeking knowledge and courage like him—sneakily put on a top hat for himself, and Zhang Fei waved his hands to each person and cat behind him: “This is it—monk, can you smell him? ?”

The white cat shook his head regretfully, and Zhang Fei clicked his tongue: "Then there is no other way, let's split up."

"Separate?" Zhong Cuo frowned, as if he wanted to say something, Zhang Fei patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, what can happen in such a small place."

Seeing that he was still frowning, Zhang Fei grinned: "Otherwise, after I find that guy and finish beating him, I will play with you here again?"

"Who told you this!" Zhong Cuo's face darkened suddenly, and Zhang Fei patted him on the shoulder with a face of "I understand you": "It's okay, I understand ~ go go go find someone, find someone early Play!"

Zhong Cuo gritted his teeth and itched his hands, but unfortunately Zhang Fei ran at a top speed, so he could only hold down his impulse for the time being, picked up the monk and rushed into the playground.

Well, hurry up and find that guy...but he's not for the fairgrounds!

It's almost June, why is it still so cold...

Song Guimu leaned against a rock, and suddenly such an idea popped into his mind.

He is wrapped up like a mummy now, his eyes and fingers are exposed all over his body, the sun is burning unscrupulously in the sky, he should be sweating profusely from the heat, but now, he feels cold.

The coldness that came out of his heart soaked through his limbs bit by bit, making him feel that he was gradually turning into a stone.

It might be good if he could really turn into a stone... He tried to move his fingers, and the pain from his fingertips made him grit his teeth involuntarily, but for some reason, he wanted to laugh again——

Luckily, he hasn't turned to stone yet.

Barely sitting upright, he checked his physical condition - needless to say, large and small skin injuries, two ribs were broken, and there were not a few remaining internal internal injuries.Every breath smelled bloody, such an injury was rare for him...

If it was in the past - Song Guimu suddenly thought - he doesn't need to worry too much, as long as he can go back.

As long as he can go back, he will have the help of his best partner who can't speak, and...

"Tsk tsk, so~ miserable~ah~"

It was after one of his missions...he forgot to close the door when he got home, and the neighbor next door walked in.

Of course his first reaction was to drive this guy out, but unfortunately...forget it, let's not mention it.

Sometimes he can quite understand why Zhong Cuo always stares at his priest with a gnashing of teeth. To be honest, Zhang Fei is a top-notch person, and when he deliberately wants someone to beat him, It can almost seduce the true Buddha into flames...

The corners of his mouth were twitching, but he still couldn't stop a bit of laughter from choking out, which caused him to grin his teeth involuntarily due to the injury.

It hurts...it hurts.

But no matter how painful it was, it couldn't stop him from thinking wildly.

If he calculates carefully, he actually owes Zhang Fei a lot, such as the half tree of Mushenhua back then, such as the occasional meal, such as the annoying and helpful person who came to the door by himself...

pity……

There seemed to be footsteps coming from his ears, Song Guimu frowned, and his expression gradually changed.

Is it Zhang Fei... huh?

"Finally I found you—" Zhang Fei looked at the half-dead person leaning on the rockery, and the heavy stone in his heart fell to the ground.

It looked terrible, with a tattered combat uniform, and a pale face, as if he had been beaten up...but he was okay, still alive.

Seeing him appear, Song Guimu still had no expression on his face.Zhang Fei sighed, walked over, and stretched out his hand to pull Song Guimu up.

This kid is quite heavy, and I don't know what is stuffed on his body...

"You make the monk very worried." Zhang Fei did not forget to uphold justice for Comrade Baimao while pulling people. "I don't know what you want to do... But it's not a good thing for one person to be a hero."

Song Guimu didn't answer, but just lowered his head slightly—his reaction made Zhang Fei feel a little ominous, frowned, and bent down, trying to hug him up.

The smell of blood rushed to his face, and Zhang Fei frowned even tighter.

It seems to be troublesome, he has to call the monk over quickly, otherwise...

otherwise……

Zhang Fei's movements stopped.

Next to his ears, Song Guimu's sigh sounded.

"Why...you were the one who found me?"

The two were so close, Zhang Fei had no time to react to what Song Guimu wanted to do.

What's more, the action he has to do is actually very small, he only needs to pop out the thing that has been hidden in the palm of his hand, and then...

To be precise, it stabbed into Zhang Fei's body.

The imprisoning spell engraved on the curse knife deprived Zhang Fei of all the ability to act, he could only stare blankly at Song Guimu—the young exorcist didn't look at him, but calmly and skillfully cut through it with the knife. The moment blood dripped from his finger on the ground, the formation that had been hidden earlier began to operate.

"Sorry, Mr. Zhang."

—that was the last sound he heard.