I became popular after inheriting the Yo-kai Curio Shop

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The weather at the end of August was still hot, the curtains were drawn in No. 1702, the room was dark and there was no sunlight, and there were several empty wine bottles lying here and there on the ground.

Wei Gaofu was so drunk that his feet were shaking, he closed the door and shouted: "Wei Lan!"

There was no answer in the room, and the door to the children's room was tightly shut.

After a while, the children's room was opened, and Wei Lan showed his head: "Dad, Dad."

Wei Gaofu panted heavily. He stared at his son who had just turned 11, and suddenly smiled: "Good boy, Wei Lan, come here."

Wei Lan stood there for two seconds, thinking that his father didn't seem to have drunk too much today, so he walked over tremblingly, clutching his clothes tightly with his little hands.

Wei Gaofu asked, "Have you finished your homework?"

Wei Lan nodded.

Wei Gaofu's face was flushed, his breath was full of alcohol, and his big hand slowly stroked Wei Lan's hair: "Good boy."

Wei Lan didn't relax, but trembled more and more.

Wei Gaofu squatted down, took out a banknote from his pocket, stuffed it to Wei Lan, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say you wanted to buy homework books last time? Now that Dad will give you the money, you can give Dad the little red horse." OK?"

Wei Lan's eyes turned red, he shook his head, the little hope for his father in his heart was extinguished again, he pushed Wei Gaofu's hand away: "No, no, I won't buy it!"

The lower half of Wei Gaofu's face twisted, unable to pretend anymore, he grabbed Wei Lan's hair: "Little boy! Give it to me..."

Wei Lan cried out in pain, and was thrown to the ground by Wei Gaofu. Wei Gaofu grabbed Wei Lan's hair and was about to pick him up when suddenly his wrist hurt——

A thin red line appeared on Wei Gaofu's wrist, and it strangled into Wei Gaofu's white and fat wrist in the blink of an eye. The blood left along the wound. Wei Gaofu screamed in pain and let go of Wei Lan's hair.

The red pony ran on its heels, and a silk thread protruded from the place where the thread opened on her ear was tied to Wei Gaofu's hand. The pony lowered its head and took a few steps back vigorously, Wei Gaofu fell to the ground with a bang!

Wei Lan grabbed the banknotes on the ground, got up and went into the children's room. He closed the door and locked it with shaking hands, then hugged the pony tightly in his arms.

Wei Gaofu walked towards the children's room, and within two steps he tripped over a wine bottle on the ground. He sat on the ground panting, got up on his knees, and beat the door of the children's room hard: "Wei Lan!"

"do you died?!"

"Little bastard! I worked so hard to raise you, and you raise monsters at home,"

Behind the door, Wei Lan hugged the pony tightly, curled up on the bed with his eyes closed, every time the door trembled, his small body shuddered.

The pony stood vigilantly, its eyes made of two obsidian nails were full of vigilance.

She was even worse than what Zhong Qing described—cotton was sticking out of both ears, wine stains stood on her four hooves, and her tail was knotted, like a pony rolling in muddy water.

Wei Gaofu's face was flushed abnormally, he was a little tired after knocking on the door a few times, and muttered: "The thing raised by my cousin, a thing with no conscience."

The banging on the door finally stopped, Xiao Ma raised his head and rubbed against Wei Lan.

Wei Lan's face was full of tears, but his eyes were numb. He held the money tightly in his hand: I don't know when the next time he will get the money. He must buy a sewing box for Xiao Ma when he goes to school tomorrow.

Wei Lan buried her face in Pony and whispered, "Pony, you can leave tomorrow."

Xiao Ma shook his head, and worriedly pressed against Wei Lan: Xiao Ma will not leave, Xiao Ma will accompany Xiao Wei Lan.

The owner of the pony has grown up a long time ago, and now he doesn't need the pony, and the pony will accompany you in the future.

……

The elevator slowly stopped on the 12th floor, but no one got out of the elevator.

Father Zhong shuddered at what Shi Wuyan said. Seeing that You Xingyue and Shi Wuyan were silent, he had to ask his daughter dryly, "What's wrong with 1702? Are there any monsters?"

"Maybe?" Zhong Qing thought for a while, "But I'm still a materialist for the time being."

When she said this, Shi Wuyan gave her an extra look.

Zhong Qing: "?"

Father Zhong's voice trembled: "Is there really a monster in our building?"

Qi Ling can also be regarded as a monster, Shi Wuyan nodded: "Yes."

Father Zhong's legs softened: "Then you all have to come to my house quickly! Maybe it did something secretly in my house, and it will return to my house to harm people at night."

Only then did You Xingyue regain his senses, pressed the door open button again, and walked out: "It has no malicious intentions. Let's... let's take a look at Uncle Zhong's house first, so that Uncle Zhong can feel at ease."

Of course, Father Zhong didn't believe it. He was easily startled by a light-hearted person like him. If he hadn't had a daughter who was born with a star, he would have been a frequent visitor to various Taoist temples in Yingjiang City.

You Xingyue searched the entire apartment building much faster than the elevator. When the elevator reached the second floor, he had already searched the entire apartment building.

The thread left in the whole building is exactly the same as that of Jiang's father and son, and the creature who left the thread is now in 1702.

You Xingyue actually wanted to go to 1702 first, but Zhong's father seemed to be passing away, so he thought it was better to visit Zhong's house first, so that Zhong's father could rest assured.

Shi Wuyan looked at You Xingyue's slightly frowning brows, and comforted him: "Don't worry. Qi Ling's spiritual power is strong, although it's not enough to transform into a shape, but fortunately this building is ordinary people, there's nothing you can do about it .”

You Xing rubbed the center of his brows, and smiled at Shi Wuyan: "Yeah."

The two searched at Zhong's house. Of course, Zhong's house didn't have a weapon, and Shi Wuyan didn't sense it at all, but You Xingyue found a few silk threads at Zhong's house.

"This is Xiao Ran's bedroom," Father Zhong whispered, "Is it the thread on the clothes?"

Shi Wuyan said, "No, this is silk thread, and there is still spiritual power left on the thread, which comes from the same source as 1702's weapon spirit."

You Xingyue put the red silk thread in the palm of his hand: "Is that little red horse this color?"

Zhong Qing came over and took a look: "Probably, that pony is more burgundy."

You Xingyue nodded: "Miss Zhong said earlier that it was a satin pony?"

Zhong Qing nodded: "The material should be silk."

You Xingyue probably guessed in his heart that the pony was indeed the spirit that tied the threads everywhere in Yingjiang City. He wrapped these threads in tissue paper and put them in his pocket.

"Uncle Zhong, do you know the residents of 1702?"

When You Xingyue asked, he didn’t really have any hope. There are few neighbors in this kind of high-end community, and Zhong’s family lives on the 12th floor, which is several floors away from the 17th floor.

Unexpectedly, Father Zhong actually said, "I know, that kid in his family is famous in the community!"

Father Zhong relaxed after confirming that there were no monsters in his family, and said happily, "Wei Lan of his family goes to Jingming's affiliated primary school. His grades are average, but he likes to fight very much! He is not obedient at home. His father has said it many times. .”

You Xingyue was noncommittal, and just asked: "Why are you disobedient?"

Father Zhong: "Skin! It's skinny! Jumping around at home every day, our place is an old community, the sound insulation is not so good, so the noise downstairs is not peaceful. I even fight in school, and my body is bruised."

You Xingyue supported his face with one hand, and slowly touched the frame with his fingertips, and suddenly asked: "How do you know so clearly?"

Father Zhong was stunned for a moment: "In the owner group, his father sometimes complains that the child is too troublesome, and he is so gloomy that he doesn't like to talk. It may be affected by the divorce of his parents. A single man can't take care of children. "

You Xing said indifferently: "Why don't single men take care of their children? Does being single affect him being a father?"

Father Zhong scratched his head: "That's true."

You Xingyue asked again: "So the child's naughty things are mainly said by his father outside?"

Father Zhong didn't realize the problem: "Almost. That kid Wei Lan doesn't talk much, and looks quite withdrawn and gloomy."

You Xingyue got up: "Uncle Zhong's family has no other problems. These threads should be left by Xiao Ma. I will take them away. Please rest assured."

You Xing wants to go to 1702 to see more.

He must take the little red horse away, firstly because there are not many artifact spirits in the shop, and secondly, he guessed that all the strings tied out by the little red horse belonged to him.

Wires are extremely difficult to use, otherwise, if you don't keep customers, you won't be able to find a You Xingyue in a store that has been open for thousands of years.

The little red horse should have learned to use the thread by mistake, but it is not capable enough, so it can only rely on the real medium as the "thread".

The strings tied to the little red horse all the way were probably all taken from him.

Let the other party go on like this, don't you finish yourself?

If the main body is damaged, the spirit itself will be affected. If the root is damaged, the spirit will die directly.

You Xing didn't want to procrastinate any longer, so he took his leave and got on the elevator.

When the elevator was going up, Shi Wuyan put his hands lightly on You Xingyue's shoulders: "Don't worry, I'm here."

You Xing raised his head more, and the chain shattered, and he was a little distressed: "This is too nonsense. Look at these threads, they must have been pulled out from its own body, isn't it afraid of tearing itself apart?"

Shi Wuyan is very serious: "It is not afraid."

You Xingyue: "...I know it's not afraid, but it should be, it will die if it is broken up."

Shi Wuyan's eyes are soft, he always follows You Xingyue: "Well, let him be afraid."

The dullness in You Xingyue's heart eased a lot: "I guess the situation in 1702 is more complicated, even if I go now, I may not be able to ask anything."

You Xingyue thought for a while with a serious expression: "Can I ask Director Cheng to come and steal the pony at night?"

Do cats commit crimes?Cats don't.

Shi Wuyan also seriously considered the possibility: "She is the director of the Non-Human Planning Bureau, in charge of all non-human beings in the Yang world. It stands to reason that she can exercise the authority of the director of the General Bureau to take Qi Ling away for questioning."

You Xing stared at the floor going up more seriously: "You are right, I think this is a good idea."

The white cat far away in the distant city sneezed, sat on the white tiger, and slapped the white tiger in confusion.

Baihu: ...Damn it.

The elevator dinged to a stop on the 17th floor.

You Xing stepped out of the elevator and knocked on the door of 1702.

After a while, dull footsteps came from 1702.

You Xingyue's hearing is very good. When the other party approaches the security door, he can even hear the other party's heavy and sluggish breathing. You Xingyue rubbed his earlobe subconsciously.

Bang, Wei Gaofu opened the door.

He is in his prime, with a fat body, his nose and face are red because of drinking, his eyes are drooping, and his energy is extremely bad, but when facing You Xingyue and Shi Wuyan, he still put on a slow smile.

Polite, even mild.

Wei Gaofu smiled and said, "Hello, what's the matter?"

The two young men in front of them don't have any famous brands, but they have outstanding temperament, and this is a high-end community, and most of the residents are middle-class.

Thinking of this, Wei Gaofu's expression became more polite.

You Xingyue seemed a little embarrassed, and smiled embarrassedly: "Excuse me, are you Wei Lan's parent? Your child took a toy from my house, and my brother made a big fuss."

As he said that, You Xing lowered his eyes. He was young, obviously he was reasonable, his face was still a little red, and he explained in the middle of speaking: "Actually, it's just a toy, but you, as a father, must know that children are sometimes unreasonable. My brother insists on that toy, and it’s making a fuss. I want to discuss with your family, Wei Lan, whether I can buy him another toy and exchange it for the one he took."

Wei Gaofu couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my Wei Lan is too skinny, and I can't manage him normally."

He turned his head and said loudly: "Wei Lan! Wei Lan! Come out, someone is looking for you!"

You Xing pushed down his glasses more, if Wei Gaofu looked back, he would find that the elegant and embarrassed young man had a calm and indifferent expression, not at all the thin-skinned look just now.

Wei Gaofu yelled several times before the door of the children's room opened.

Wei Lan poked his head out slowly, and saw that the door outside was open, and there was still a stranger standing at the door. His tense body relaxed, and he walked out the door with small steps.

Wei Lan was still holding the little red horse in his arms, and Wei Gaofu couldn't help taking a few steps back, touching the wound on his wrist—the wound drawn by the line was really painful!

Wei Lan stood at the door and looked up coldly: "Who are you?"

You Xingyue bent his knees and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I'm a boss who doesn't keep customers. You took a toy from my house last time, can I exchange it with you?"

Wei Lan stared at him warily, completely wondering when she took something from You Xingyue's house.

You Xingyue explained gently: "It's this pony, brother bought you a dozen toys and exchanged them with you, okay?"

Hearing this, Wei Lan hugged the little red horse in his arms even tighter, but felt that the little red horse in his arms struggled a few times. Wei Lan quickly lowered his head, only to see the little red horse raised its head from his arms.

A beautiful little red horse with embroidered flowers on all four hooves, but unfortunately both ears are broken, and threads are hanging from the openings.

It has more broken places. If you leave it alone, you will really dismantle yourself to nothing but a ball of cotton.

You Xingyue squatted down: "Brother and Xiaoma know each other."