Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

The lower corner of the word "Fu" still remains, with a trace of transparent glue on it.

Ding Jingyi snapped his fingers, the door opened in response, and a gust of cold air rushed over his face.He stepped into the room, Peng Yuan paced a few steps at the door, but also followed in.

The hallway was a mess, and the living room still looked like it hadn't been cleaned up after the fire. The fresh or shriveled bouquets were scattered in the mess, which was particularly dazzling among the vaguely shaped black furniture.Ding Jingyi scanned the two rooms and retreated.

"This flower..." Ding Jingyi pointed to the floor, "A new one?"

Two magic wands fluttered out of Peng Yuan's pocket, circled the bouquet a few times, pulled down a long glow, and returned to Peng Yuan's hand silently.

Peng Yuan picked up his staff and looked at it, his legs went limp, and he threw himself on the ground with a "boom".

Ding Jingyi had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and picked up Peng Yuan to prevent him from falling to the ground: "What's wrong?"

Peng Yuan pointed to the magic wand: "Too much information..."

The wand has acquired all the space-time information in this room, from when it was still reinforced concrete to the rough room;

Immediately afterwards, when the real estate agent handed over the house, the bright keys jingled;

The long decoration of the workers and masters, the expectant eyes of the owner;

After the formaldehyde dissipated, a family of three moved in happily, and then a figure in a beige suede jacket—the fire ignited.

Peng Yuan only felt dizzy for a while, and the familiar Snowflake TV was in front of him again.In fact, he doesn't quite agree with the past that he was once the God of Time and Space.

Pretend to be happy as the patron saint of a small civilized country, or be a college student in a large Chinese civilization and fall in love happily?

The choices are clear at a glance.He also understands why Ding Jingyi avoids the past, isn't it good to live in the present?

The Mist Continent is no longer on the ground, so why worry about the past?

However, these powers that are against the sky remind him all the time: how much ability and responsibility do you have, so hurry up and take the blame!

Although many things have nothing to do with him, he can't sit idly by.

When he was in a daze, Peng Yuan felt something hot and sweet flowed between his lips and down his throat.

The sugar returned to his veins and limbs, turning into a mess of energy.

He opened his eyes, Ding Jingyi hugged him with one hand, poured hot cocoa milk for him with the other, and threw the schoolbag at their feet.

Seeing that Peng Yuan opened his eyes, Ding Jingyi stuffed the cocoa bottle into his hand: "It's not as troublesome for me to raise a milk cat as you are."

Peng Yuan smiled: "Hallonni doesn't have a cat, you are as busy as a dog, it is impossible to raise a milk cat."

"You are! Milk cat black-faced cat, reverse growth, still drinking! Still drinking milk! Happy nipple!"

Peng Yuan hugged Ding Jingyi, and slowly sat up: "I want to drink, I want to order a box of this."

"Come on..." Ding Jingyi dragged the schoolbag over, took out a butter cookie from it and handed it to Peng Yuan, "What did you see?"

Peng Yuan rubbed his temples, "Crack." He took a bite of the cookie and said, "Ivan was there when the fire broke out."

"Did he set the fire?"

"Not sure, it doesn't mean he made a move. I'm going to stop until the moment of the fire, and then run it frame by frame...but..."

"What you see cannot be used as evidence..." Ding Jingyi understood Xiao Quesang's speech, "He has to admit it himself."

Peng Yuan nodded, and sat for a while, Ding Jingyi gave him a few pieces of vacuum fish tofu.After eating the feeding of love, Peng Yuan has the strength to stand up again.

The two left the house in the middle and entered the door of the house on the left.This house was also burnt to a blur, but there are still some remnants. In the living room, there is half a solid solid-color fabric sofa, and the wallpaper behind it is cement pattern. It can be seen that it is originally decorated in Nordic style. Peng Yuan likes this style. After reading it He yelled another violent waste.

"A Yuan, look."

Ding Jingyi pointed to the middle of the living room, there were also flowers on the object that used to be the coffee table, and the freshness was the same as the flowers in the middle one.

The only difference is that there is a box of long and short pencils and an electric pencil sharpener next to the flower, and there is half a box of pencil scraps in the pencil sharpener.

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Wait."

Ding Jingyi took out a pencil and was about to press it into the pencil sharpener when Peng Yuan stopped him: "Don't touch his things, lest you put yourself in it."

Ding Jingyi showed the back of his hand, a part of his hand transformed into a demon shape, and the pencil was just sandwiched between the scales of the two fingers: "How can I do it without fingerprints?"

"What if the scales fell off and you didn't find it?"

This question was so acute that Ding Jingyi felt like a cat in the moulting season, breathing with ground hair.

He put the pencil back and stared at the translucent electric pencil sharpener: "But this one looks fun."

The electric pencil sharpener is an invention in recent years, and Ding Jingyi is understandably curious.Peng Yuan took a photo of the pencil sharpener: "Go back and buy you the same one."

The electric pencil sharpener needs to be plugged into the socket for charging. Peng Yuan pulled the cuff and pressed the switch with his fingers, but none of the lights turned on.

Apparently no one pays the electricity bill at these companies. I am afraid that users will have to take the pencil sharpener back and forth.

Peng Yuan only heard that the floor of the studio would eat erasers, but he didn't know that the fire ruins swallowed pencil sharpeners, and he gained insight.

Ding Jingyi looked at the wall, burning left a strange gray and black.The sky was so dark that people couldn't see clearly, Ding Jingyi held his breath, activated the night vision magic eye and stuck it on.

Peng Yuan also turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and after finishing taking pictures of the scene, he searched for electric pencil sharpeners with shopping software.

"I've placed an order. I also bought you pencils, toners, brushes, easels, and A3 sketch paper. It's a brand, and the quality seems to be pretty good."

Ding Jingyi turned around: "A brand?"

Peng Yuan pointed to the floor, which was strewn with papers, broken easels and a mess of art supplies.

Ding Jingyi was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "You are a bit interesting to buy the same evidence from the murder scene as a gift to your boyfriend!"

"Don't laugh, these are foreign brands, and they look high-end. This hundreds-of-color Hansenellier also comes with a wooden box! I bought them all, and I can paint enough when I go back."

"It's nothing but a refund, I don't want to draw, I just want to enjoy sharpening crayons. And—"

Ding Jingyi snapped his fingers, and a firefly-like light floated from his hand, gradually brightened and diffused, and finally lit up the whole room like a fluorescent lamp, making the gray and black on the wall reveal its shape.

"A Yuan, look at the wall."

Peng Yuan followed Ding Jingyi's gaze, and there were tiny gaps between the flat gray walls, densely covered with paintings, each of which was photo-realistic, depicting different death scenes: shooting, flooding, car accident...

"Hey..." Peng Yuan turned his face away.

Ding Jingyi led him back a few steps, and looked at the wall again.There are forty paintings all over the wall, each of which is different, and the overall image of all forty paintings is the living room where they are located at a cold glance.As if staring from a different dimension.

"My friend, this is a coincidence."

Peng Yuan followed the prestige, and the closed door opened at some point. A boy wearing a beige suede fur collar jacket stood at the door and slowly took off his riding mask. It was Ivan.

Ding Jingyi raised his eyebrows: "You are here."

The author has something to say:

On March 3 and March 23, there was no change for two days, and I was severely beaten by life.

——Worried that I will finish writing——

55. Chapter 55

"I'm here..." Ivan entered the door, "What are you guys doing here?"

"Take a short video..." Ding Jingyi shook the phone.

Ivan's face was full of disbelief and the barrage of "big hooves": "You are a person who pursues quality, and you will not use this low-end equipment to make works."

Peng Yuan took over the conversation: "We shoot haunted videos. The equipment is too good to be grounded and tasteless. Why are you here?"

Ivan was not slow, and he could smell the sauerkraut of "don't talk to my boyfriend" from this sentence.

He adjusted his windproof glasses: "Heroes see the same thing, you make haunted videos, and I will draw "Death". "

Peng Yuan pointed to the wall: "It feels like people have painted all the ways to die, how did you die today?"

"I don't know, inspiration is rare."

Ivan sat in front of the easel, pulled a piece of tape from his pocket, and glued the broken easel together.It seems to be a regular visitor.

Ding Jingyi thought for a moment, then pointed to the painting utensils all over the floor: "Lei Di, just so you're here, let's take pictures of the painter's ghost. Can you help us act as a ghost?"

"Are you deaf? I said I don't know what to draw tonight."

Ivan rolled his eyes, apparently his affection for Ding Jingyi was limited to serious aesthetic exchanges, and he refused to tease him on a daily basis.

A line of barrage flashed in Peng Yuan's mind: Lei Di was struck by lightning.

Ding Jingyi said again: "I will find a proposition for your painting tonight, and you will act as a ghost?"

Ivan took out a pencil and stepped on the high stool: "Say."

Ding Jingyi snapped his fingers, and the light brought by the magic gradually weakened, and finally became the brightness of the bedside lamp.

His voice sounded in the darkness: "Since you have painted so many "death".So, tonight's topic is "Rebirth". "

When Peng Yuan heard it, he thought that this was a proposition of Taoism, which is equivalent to opening the test questions of the college entrance examination art test, and found that the test questions were of the level of head portrait and hands!

Death is an objective, even visible reality, while rebirth exists only in fiction and magic.

This question is like asking a hyperrealist painter to paint a fantasy department, full of the atmosphere of rushing ducks to the shelves.

His boyfriend is used to being deflated, so he handed over the deflated script to others whenever he had the chance.

Ivan didn't panic, he raised his pen and dropped the paper after a little thought, and in an instant the drawing paper was covered with a layer of coffin, just like a cemetery.

Ding Jingyi poked Peng Yuan: