Lie Huo Jiao Chou

Ji Qingchen was originally a place where scammers and metaphysics lovers from all walks of life gathered, so not long after the post was posted, they received various replies to private messages.

Xuan Ji quickly skipped all kinds of doubts, bad ideas, and bullshit self-promotion, and she didn't know what she was looking for.Sheng Lingyuan struggled to read the words on the screen.

Some characters I don’t know, and although some characters can be guessed almost, but I don’t know if he guessed it wrong or what, I always feel that it doesn’t sound like a human language when they are connected together.

The screen is also blindingly bright.

Everything here is too bright, the windows in the house are completely transparent, there is no cover from the outside at all.After sunset, every family lights up lamps to cook oil, and these people don’t go to bed, lighting up the house as brightly as daytime.

And these big and small "square boxes" are even more excessive. Some of these things are called "mobile phones", some are called "computers", and he also heard people call them "notebooks". In short, there are many names, Sheng Lingyuan I don't know if they mean the same thing, but they all look the same anyway.People stare at these all day long, watch them endlessly, watch them while eating, and watch them while walking, until they lie in a daze when they sleep at night, and let the small square box—it should be called a "mobile phone"—slip out of their hands to take pictures. As far as the face, it seems that if you don't get such a mouth every day, you can't sleep.

At the beginning, the thousand-year-old ghost felt that it was fresh, and when the freshness was enough, he began to feel a little "noisy".

"I drop my phone on my face once in a while, it's not a bedtime ritual." Xuan Ji explained dryly, and dimmed the screen a bit, but the browsing speed was still fast.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't keep up with his speed, so he couldn't help but ask, "Can you walk around and see monuments?"

Xuan Ji sucked the e-cigarette in her mouth and said vaguely, "No, I'm a scumbag."

"What scum?"

"It means that reading is not very good," Xuan Ji said, remembering that the devil and the others didn't even have paper at that time, and recording a fart was a huge project, and it was a bit reluctant for him to jump directly into a paperless environment, so he let it go. Slowing down the scrolling speed, he explained, "The words written by our current people are almost the same as the words spoken. There is not much information in these films. You can get a general idea of ​​what it means at a glance. You just need to get used to it after watching too much."

As an Internet addicted youth, Xuan Ji often uses all kinds of Internet slang, so when he reads online messages, he will feel that there is no difference from daily spoken language, but in the eyes of real ancients, the difference is actually quite big—especially in the Mixed with a large number of abbreviations, numbers and letters and other "ghost symbols" that the ancients had never heard of.

Sheng Lingyuan: "What does that half word mean?"

Xuan Ji glanced over, a cursive initial: "..."

You have sharp eyes and can always catch the key points.

"Hmm..." Xuan Ji pondered for a while, not knowing how to explain it to the "unearthed cultural relics", so he said vaguely, "It's just...a curse."

The two of them are in a strange state now, and Xuan Ji doesn't need to "spread" in detail, but can directly "understand" to the ancients who are thirsty for knowledge.

Sheng Lingyuan: "...Oh."

He understood a little bit. In the past, when people were full, it was three or five people who got together to chat about gossip after dinner. Here, people don't need to get together at all. It's convenient for one person to hold a small box and shout across the air.

No wonder he took this thing in his hands without any problem, and he didn't do his job well.

At this time, the computer indicated that a new reply had been received, and Ping Qianru said "Hey" next to her: "Director, look at this person."

I saw someone send me a question: "Is it a symptom that appeared after the [-]th of last month?"

"This is a newly registered trumpet," Ping Qianru said, "on the tenth of last month... Isn't that the time we inferred that the boy was infected with butterflies?"

Xuan Ji: "Ask him how he knows."

It took a while for the other party to send a second private message, but instead of answering, they asked another question: "Where does your bewitched relative live?"

Xuan Ji nodded, and Ping Qianru replied, "It's from Beixiaoba."

If they want to catch an insider, they can't pretend that they have contacted the mustache Ji Qingchen, because if Ji Qingchen has an accomplice, they will be exposed in a few words.

So they fabricated their identity as a person who "has been in contact with an infected boy and was 'infected'". They heard that there is a master who can cure evil spirits, so they tried to make contact. In order to look real, Xuanji also let Ping Qianru in Several metaphysics enthusiasts gathered together and sent the same help post at the same time.

Judging from the current situation of the Bureau of Different Controls, the Butterfly in Mirror Flower and Water Moon is like an epidemic. Although it is contagious, it does not necessarily contagious after contact.The reason is not clear, but judging from the current situation, men, under 30 years old, and physically fit, seem to be more likely to be infected.The infection rate of ordinary people seems to be much lower than that of the special ability crowd, and the child's mother lives with him every day, and it's okay. .

These crooks are local snakes, afraid of revealing their flaws during the contact process, the fake identities they use are not completely fabricated out of thin air-borrowed the identity of a young gangster who lives near the infected boy's house.

This little gangster is a social loafer. He once had a conflict with the boy after he was infected with the mirror flower and water moon butterfly. He is one of the few infected ordinary people. He has been secretly isolated by the Alien Control Bureau.

The other party responded quickly this time: "Do you know this person?"

What he sent over was the photo of the infected boy.

The two sides exchanged a few rounds of conversations, and the other party "set up" all the information about their fake identities. Xuanji and the others can basically confirm that this is an insider who knows a lot. It was probably Ji Qingchen's faceless nurse.

At the end, the other party said: "I know Mr. Ji, he recently went on a long trip, and he left something for me before he left, maybe someone who is destined to come to him for help, I can give you a try, but It may not work, you have to be mentally prepared.”

Ping Qianru replied immediately: "You can have as much money as you want, as long as there is a way to save people."

After a moment of hesitation over there, Ping Qianru added: "We can give you half of the money first, and then no matter whether it works or not, you don't need to refund it, as long as you are willing to help us contact Teacher Ji."

They are stupid and rich, and the other party immediately "come quickly". After Ping Qianru finished talking about the money, there was a time and place to meet quickly, and she went offline.

The agreed place was a small park that was rarely visited by people. Xuan Ji asked the local police for help and got two cars.

Lao Luo drove a van, pretended to be the poster, and pulled Yang Chao.After Yang Chao's protest was ineffective, he temporarily acted as a "bewitched" unlucky child. He was tied three layers inside and outside three layers into a rice dumpling, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, creating a miserable effect of "bewitched". Throw it in the back of the van.

Xuan Ji sat in another car with Ping Qianru, hiding in the dark and watching from a distance.

Xuan Ji was bored with the news broadcast on the car radio, corrected his "sword" and asked, "Senior, where is the origin of such a wicked thing like the flower in the mirror, the water moon and the butterfly?"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't answer right away, and Xuan Ji could only hear the sound of him being absorbed in reading the news broadcast. However, for a moment, he felt that countless complicated memories seemed to flood the other party's mind, and one of the images flashed by— —The ground is full of corpses, men, women and children, tens of thousands gathered together, all lifeless eyes are looking at themselves.

Xuan Ji felt a chill on his back, but before he could see clearly, those chaotic pictures and thoughts were suppressed again.

what is that?

Xuan Ji's heart moved. By the way, the devil said that he can't remember many things clearly, and he will remember some things when he sees some reminders... So, what I just asked casually seems to have stimulated the other party by accident. some core memory.

Then can he...

Take the opportunity to be more exciting?

Xuan Ji immediately sensed that her thoughts were slipping into unkind places, and forced her to be upright: "Hey, how can I do that? How could I have such dirty thoughts? It really shouldn't be!"

Sheng Lingyuan chuckled, and said slowly: "I know you didn't mean to inquire, but you just care about the case, it doesn't matter."

Seeing that there was a crack in the peaceful coexistence, Xuan Ji hurriedly tried to repair the relationship, and said sincerely and respectfully: "If you don't want to remember, don't remember, uh... Of course, if you can use your experience and intuition, give us a little It would be even better to remind you, on behalf of all the bastards and wastes of the Bureau of Different Controls, thank you."

Sheng Lingyuan said: "Well, what do you want to ask? Don't you all guess that this butterfly is not a natural thing?"

What Xuan Ji said to Xiao Zheng at the headquarters of the Different Control Bureau was not purely based on "guessing".

There is an ancestral "Thousand Monsters Illustrated Book" in his clan, which is very old and has been copied many times by ancestors-it was first engraved on stone, and it is not well preserved. The existing stone carvings in the clan have only There are a few scattered pieces, and the pictures and texts are not very clear.Later, I don’t know if there are bamboo slips, silk and other versions, but none of them have been preserved anyway. The most complete version is the paper version, with many pages missing, but the most dangerous species in the first few pages are all there. It must be one of the most dangerous things to spread casually among people.

But it wasn't in that illustrated book.

Following Sheng Lingyuan's words, the "Thousand Monsters Illustrated Book" naturally flashed into Xuan Ji's mind. He immediately became alert, diverted his attention, and erased the pictures related to the illustrated book from his mind.

Sheng Lingyuan pretended to be surprised and said "Yeah": "I mentioned it casually, but I didn't mean to inquire, but there are thousands of ancient monsters in your clan, little monsters. It seems that you have a lot of background."

This old thief is revenge!

Sheng Lingyuan argued tepidly: "No, I'm really just as unintentional as you."

It would be inconvenient to turn his face, so Xuan Ji had to take deep breaths and smile to maintain peace of mind, laughing so that Ping Qian felt goosebumps all over her body, and she couldn't help but stay away from him.

Then Sheng Lingyuan said: "I can't remember, but you have to ask my intuition, I think this butterfly is not so much a race, but a kind of magic - the people you are waiting for seem to be here."

When Xuan Ji looked up, he saw a middle-aged man with a goatee walking towards the agreed place.

He has very good eyesight, and without a telescope, he can see that the middle-aged man's back is not straight, his steps are sloppy, his face is heavy and sick, and his expression is vigilant and frightened.

At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan let out a "huh": "What a vicious blood."

"Blood?" Xuan Ji was taken aback, "What do you mean? He killed someone before?"

"No." Sheng Lingyuan watched for a moment through the epee leaning on the car window, "it came from somewhere else."

Luo Cuicui got out of the car to meet her, and said something nonsense to the goat.

Lao Luo looked miserable, and he was really talented in playing the role of the victim's family members. Goatee looked at him for a moment, nodded hesitantly, and then pointed to the car next to him, meaning he wanted to see the "bewitched" person.

Lao Luo quickly opened the back compartment of the van and showed Yang Chao to the other party.

The light in the van was dim, and Yang Chao was tormented very miserable by them. Because he couldn't endorse the book, there was still a lot of resentment hanging on his head. At first glance, he looked like "bewitched". , the goatee didn't even glance into the car, his feet took a step back.

Something is wrong, the other party sensed it!

Xuan Ji made a decisive decision: "Catch him first!"

Luo Cuicui grabbed Goatee's arm in response: "Master, where are you going, don't go!"

The goatee pushed him hard, and the next moment, he was stumbled by the wildly growing green radish. Before he could stand still, Xuan Ji had already stopped in front of him, and pressed down on the goatee with a fiery heavy sword. Hu's face showed fear.

At this moment, a huge black hole suddenly appeared out of thin air behind the goatee, and several bone claws protruded from it, one claw clasped the goatee's neck, and the other grabbed Xuan Ji's sword, and the blade hit the bone , making a tooth-piercing soft sound.

I don't know what kind of evil thing that white bone claw is. The moment it touched it, choking blood rushed over, and the fire on the heavy sword was actually blackened!

At that moment, Xuan Ji and Sheng Lingyuan tore through the whitewashed peace at the same time, and exposed their true thoughts nakedly.

Xuan Ji thought: "Can you take this opportunity to kill the devil in the sword?"

Sheng Lingyuan thought to himself: "Wouldn't it be clean if this kid died?"

Xuan Ji recklessly sent the epee into the bone claws. At the same time, he felt as if the other end of the epee was stuck to his hand. The sword body quickly transmitted the blood energy, and the filthy fire was about to eat back at him——

Plastic friendship is plastic friendship, and it will collapse if it is said to collapse.