The found Tuo is three and a half years old

Gogol's sudden appearance and sudden attack seem like a farce, but compared with the gorgeous opening, the ending of this farce seems a bit hasty.

After Alexei surrounded my house with the members of the "Necromancer Society", Gogol, who had been fighting with Ivan, simply dropped his weapon and raised his hands obediently. There is no intention of resisting at all.

——I can no longer understand this boy's behavior.

First he appeared suddenly, snatched Fyodor's hat suddenly, then said a lot of inexplicable words, and launched an attack on Fyodor and Ivan without warning, and now he was obediently captured by Alexei The subordinates he brought were bound into rice dumplings——

So what is this guy trying to do!

Subconsciously, my gaze drifted in Fyodor's direction.The boy had no expression as usual, as if all the things that happened before couldn't make the slightest waves in his heart.

Probably feeling my sight, Fyodor also turned his head slightly, so those eyes like a deep pool appeared at the end of my line of sight.

"Miss Yinzhu, I'm really sorry, it seems to have disturbed your life."

Before I could say anything to Fyodor, Alexei on the side walked up to me: "I've been troubled by this guy's affairs for a while—you may not be interested But this guy is the culprit behind the 'serial disappearances' in the town after all, and recently, a few outstanding supernatural beings in the 'Necromancer Society' have also been involved in this incident, as the leader Of course I can't just sit back and watch."

The blue pupils of the young man were like a passive ancient well, quiet and without the slightest ripple.He stared at me: "This is a matter of the Necromancer Society. I thought I could deal with it before it disturbed you, but I didn't expect this guy to come to your house."

"I am sorry."

To be honest, I am really unhappy right now.But Alexey bowed his head and apologized to me first, so the anger that burst out from the bottom of his heart was forcefully pushed back.

I curled my lips: "Don't bring so many people into the woods next time. It will scare away the rabbits and roe deer."

"Okay, okay." Alexei responded repeatedly: "But now that this matter has been resolved, I finally have time to help Fei Jia celebrate his birthday."

While speaking, he reached into his coat pocket, took out a rather delicate box, and handed it to Fyodor: "Birthday present."

"Thank you." Fyodor took the box from Alexei and put it aside without any intention of opening it.

Alexei didn't care much about Fyodor's cold attitude—or in the past ten years of getting along, he had long been used to such things.

"In the past two years, Fei Jia's physical condition has also improved somewhat, but she still seems to be weaker than ordinary children." Alexey said to me: "Even if you don't learn those combat martial arts, you should still have some self-defense skills." household items will do.”

"I prepared a new pistol for Fei Jia. It's a real pistol. Be careful when using it."

It was probably because in recent years, Alexei had gotten used to being the leader of the "Necromancer Society", and when he came to visit Fyodor, the gifts he brought became more and more dangerous.

First there are some portable tools, guides for code-breaking, and then micro-equipment for eavesdropping and monitoring, small infrared detection devices, various miniature traps, and even small bombs—

In short, they are all things that can only be seen in the struggle in the gray area.

But Fyodor doesn't seem to have much interest in these gifts, at least in my opinion.

Rather than tinkering with those props, Fyodor prefers to sit alone in front of the computer and type out a bunch of things that I can't understand.

At first I didn't quite understand the fun of doing something like this, and I even once unplugged the guy because he was annoyed that he was sitting in front of the computer all day and ignoring me.

However, Fyodor seemed to be exceptionally talented in this area. Within a few days, he put a well-designed hunting game in front of me.

"That's what I do every day," he explained to me with seriousness.

Although I don't know much about codes and programming, it is undeniable that the little games that Fyodor makes up for me every now and then are really interesting, so I don't stop him from sitting in front of the computer anymore.

I don't think Fyodor needs anything for self-defense, because with me, no one can do anything to him.

However, Alexei seemed to see through what I was thinking. After a brief pause, he added: "Although Miss Yinzhu is taking care of her, Fei Jia can't always rely on Miss Yinzhu."

"He's also growing up slowly, and it's impossible to just live under your wings all the time. At least he should have some strength of his own, not to mention—"

"Maybe you won't stay with him forever."

When he said this, Alexei slightly lowered his eyes, and the curvature of his lips seemed to disappear for a moment.

"What are you guys talking about?" I was suddenly dissatisfied, I crossed my arms and looked at the man whose expression was hidden in the shadows: "Of course I won't leave Tip."

"I mean, maybe you will have other things to do next." The corners of Alexei's lips raised again, and the expression on his face seemed to soften a little.

"In recent years, in my spare time, I also occasionally look up some information related to 'ghosts'. It just so happens that a few days ago, I accidentally contacted a mysterious painter named 'Yushiro'. From his I got a few interesting prescriptions in my hands."

"One of them seems to help ghosts overcome the limitation of sunlight, and the most important medicinal ingredient in this prescription—"

While talking, Alexei took out a piece of printing paper from his pocket and handed it to me.

"The blue other shore flower, not long ago, someone discovered the existence of this plant."

What was printed on the paper was a news note, and in the accompanying photo, the blue other shore flowers in the glass cover were in full bloom.

Alexei leaned forward a little, almost close to my ear, and asked in a soft voice as if blowing by the wind:

"As a 'ghost', don't you want to get something like this?"

"In this matter, I can help you."