you are scary

25

Like a flushed tomato, Mrs. Song's face flushed with excitement.

"Song Lan finally appeared." Along with these words, transparent tears flowed from her eyes, "It's been so many years..."

Song Lan's second wife was 50 years old, and her apparent age was ten years younger than she actually was.She looks very similar to Song Yumo, almost a replica of Song Yumo who is twice her age.The years passed on her face, just like Mrs. Song's right tears at this moment, quietly across the cheeks, taking away part of the foundation.

Song Yumo gently stroked his mother's back: "Okay, don't be sad."

This conversation also sounds strange.The conversation belonging to the mother and daughter of the Song family had nothing to do with Song Nongmo, and he couldn't understand it. It was like a conversation between aliens. After the two confirmed the death of their husband and father, one said "it finally appeared" and the other said "don't be sad".He couldn't understand, and he didn't even feel like they were in the same world as them.

However, in their eyes, Song Nongmo is also a weird person. He has seen many deaths because of his work, and he can calmly and detailedly describe Song Lan's death and the possible cause of death in front of his family, even if some family members fainted because of it. Down.

"Then," the weeping Mrs. Song wiped away her tears, and looked at Song Nongmo who was watching indifferently on the sofa with her teary eyes, "How did Nongmo meet Song Lan's soul?"

"In my hotel," Song Nongmo was biting his cigarette, his voice was indistinct, his eyes were looking up, and he was in a standard memory gesture, "that's how I met him, I found him trapped there, so I had to find a wizard Untie it for him. After understanding his situation, he returned to the underworld, and he will probably be reincarnated soon."

After speaking, he stared at Mrs. Song's eyes.Tears flickered in the eyes of the other party, and tears shed again in grief: "He must have suffered a lot, right?"

Song Nongmo didn't speak, even Song Yumo didn't make a sound, the mother and son fell silent all of a sudden.They all knew what was going on, Song Lang's face must have been destroyed after death, the purpose was to prevent others from easily identifying who the corpse was, and to turn into that horrible appearance.

"Did that sorcerer perform a spell for Song Lan? I hope he will be fine in the underworld." Mrs. Song asked again.

Before Song Nongmo could answer, his younger sister Yumo had already said sharply, "Mom, it doesn't make sense to do anything when a person is dead!"

Mrs. Song lowered her head and sighed deeply: "You are right."

Song Nongmo carefully observed the two people, seeing that they seemed to have lost interest in continuing the conversation, he stood up and said goodbye: "I have already contacted the person who helped to find the corpse. If there is any news, I will inform Auntie and Yumo."

He left as quickly as he came.

The air in Song's house gradually stagnated, and Mrs. Song's tears stopped flowing from the moment he left the house. Her face was indifferent, just like Song Nongmo's expression when he stared at her just now.She said softly: "He is really a lucky man. He just went to the hotel once and met Song Lan's ghost. Why did he go to the hotel? He never goes there. "

Song Yumo released his hands from the wheelchair: "If you plan to search for something and can't find it, the hotel belongs to him. The murderer can't be my brother. He was only nine years old when my father left."

Mrs. Song smiled: "I didn't doubt what he meant. I just wanted to lament that he was so lucky that he just ran into him. He even found a wizard."

Back in the car to take a rest, Song Nongmo just closed his eyes when his phone vibrated.

【Bai Qianwan: Thank you so much】

This kind of reply that people don't know where to start, seems serious but is perfunctory, but he and Bai Qianwan haven't seen each other for nine years, and it's inevitable that they are unfamiliar, as if returning to the time when they just met, Bai Qianwan is also the same. So perfunctory to him.

It's more interesting to chat with Bai Qianwan face to face.

Putting down the phone, Song Nongmo drove to the police station.

Li Ke and Zhao Liao were muttering in the lounge holding the folder.

"I always find it strange that Li Fuzhen and Huang Zeruo heard the news that 'Bai Qianwan is a cannibal' and believed it."

"Most people wouldn't believe it when they heard such a thing."

"They are not ordinary people. Another possibility is that Huang Zeruo's source is very reliable for him."

"Like?"

"There is no other example. Once Huang Zeruo dies, maybe Li Fuzhen and Chen Huihui will push the matter to him."

"I can't help it. In that situation, I would definitely choose to kill Huang Zeruo. The knife in his hand was almost stuck in Bai Qianwan's eyes. Phew, now that I think about it, I'm in a cold sweat. Team Song's knife is so fast... It's okay." It didn't hurt Bai Qianwan, otherwise it would be really..."

"Bai Qianwan also has a strange physique, I mean, if those things before have nothing to do with him."

"The investigation at that time confirmed that he was indeed innocent."

"Witchcraft is also a very evil thing... The No. [-] Middle School of City B actually allows this kind of 'supernatural' society to exist on campus."

"So after that incident, the school stopped allowing students to create their own clubs."

"Oh—" the two sighed in unison.

Seeing Song Nongmo's figure flashing in from the door, the sighs of Li Ke and Zhao Liao stopped abruptly.

"Isn't today a day off?" Li Ke scratched his head.

The special incident handling department has very little manpower. Almost every police officer works continuously throughout the year, and the rest days are arranged on a per-person-per-day basis. It is rare for a workaholic like Song Nongmo to come back to work on the rest day.

Song Nongmo looked as if he had been up all night, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, which seemed to be the case in fact, but he seemed to be in good spirits. As soon as he returned to the meeting room, he immediately turned on his laptop.

"Team Song is really hardworking," Li Ke said.

"It's strange," Song Nongmo said without raising his head while drawing a circle on the paper on the computer screen, "The source of everything is Bai Qianwan..."

He went on: "That being said, he doesn't look anything wrong. Same as before."

"Did Song team look for him again?" Zhao Liao asked in surprise.

"I knew him from the beginning."

It's not all because of the case that he went to Bai Qianwan.However, Song Nongmo has long had an occupational disease of inquisition, and whenever he sees Bai Qianwan, he always thinks of various doubts about this case.The center of all these whirlpools happens to be Baiqianwan.

"Song team wants to confirm whether he is a cannibal?" Li Ke turned his pen, "Actually, this is a kind of pica, but it is still very weird to say, like an animal, eating the body of the same kind, Or in their eyes, people are no different from chickens, ducks and fish.”

"How to judge whether a person is a cannibal? This concept is very vague," Zhao Liao chatted with Li Ke again, "Those who have eaten human flesh subjectively must forget it. People who want to eat people but have not put it into action Is it a cannibal?"

"It doesn't count, but such a person needs to be taken seriously." Zhao Liao said.

Song Nongmo's pen stopped, and he stared at the computer screen in deep thought.On the screen is a snapshot of Bai Qianwan looking back on the runway, the pixels are blurred, as if covered with a time filter.

This photo was published in the 2133 school sports meeting special issue of the school magazine.

The pen turned again, and Song Nongmo felt a vague sense of excitement rising in his heart.

The dangerous suspected cannibal boy...

He is so cute.

That's what you think just by looking at a photo, let alone seeing it in person.

But, what happened in it, so that the quiet and weak boy nine years ago became what he is now?

In the room on the 29th floor of the XXXXX Hotel, a naked blue ghost sat cross-legged, and black smoke from the stench of corpses rose again from above his head.Bai Qianwan collapsed on the bed as if he was suffocated. Not only was his tongue sharp, but his sense of smell was also very keen. Also as stable as hibernation.

"I told you to go to the living room and the balcony if you dislike the bad taste." Xiaokang Wang did not forget to tease Bai Qianwan who lay flat like a pale corpse during his practice.

"Because I found that the taste has an appetite-suppressing effect."

"Don't lose weight easily with your body type, you will starve to death directly because you don't have enough fat."

"It's not weight loss."

"why?"

"In short," Bai Qianwan said vaguely, "the source of everything is Song Nongmo."

"Oh?" Xiaokang Wang Yuanrun's ears suddenly moved, "Why?"

"If I hadn't taken that order..." Bai Qianwan murmured, the velvet pillow and feathers drowning out the rest of his words.

Without that psychic communication, he wouldn't have reunited with Song Nongmo and aroused the cannibal desire in his body.If he didn't accept the psychic order, he wouldn't be a millionaire, and he would go shopping for the ghosts when he had money and leisure. Staring at him, he was in a dilemma, and was almost killed.

It really proves that sentence, money is hard to earn, but shit is hard to eat.

Not only that, but because of the butterfly effect, his man-eating cloak is also precarious and crumbling.

"I don't want money anymore." He said suddenly.

"Eh?" Xiaokang Wang opened his eyes. In front of him, Bai Qianwan looked dejected. He asked in surprise, "Do you think you have too much money?"

"Yeah, in fact, it can be said to be the root of all evils," Bai Qianwan said slowly and nonsensically, "I mean money, when I was poor, I didn't seem to be so unlucky. Suddenly everything seems to hit me Come up, bang bang bang, since I have money. The old man said that the money I picked up must be spent immediately, otherwise bad things will happen. The reward for that order is the same as the one I picked up. about there."

"But what's wrong with money?" Xiaokang Wang was indignant.

"I'd better donate the money." He turned on his phone and started searching for charitable donations.

"Are you crazy?"

"You just know."

"Then what will you do next?"

"I should be able to move back soon. I have a house." Bai Qianwan took a deep breath of the turbid air, and at the same time he was about to retch, the big greedy snake completely shriveled into a dry snake, " As for the source of life, it would be nice to have more psychic contacts, and it will be the same as before, and life will return to the right track."

Moreover, in order to reverse the deviated track, I'm afraid he has to stay away from Song Nongmo.

Bai Qianwan really thought so when he pressed the OK button.