The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

"Why five people?"

Even this very seasoned private eye was a little confused.

"It stands to reason that in this kind of kidnapping case, the fewer people who negotiate, the safer it is. Some people even choose not to show up to negotiate, because the less similar face-to-face communication, the lower the risk of exposure. This is Is there any conspiracy in it?"

He said, "Mr. Lu, this matter may be very dangerous. If you have made the decision to go, you have to bear the risk."

This is not a problem.

The biggest problem is actually that there is one less of five of them.

Lu Yingyuan looked at the list, her throat moved slightly, and her fingers landed on the name of the last person on it.

"Where is this man named He Juangui?"

Crane Juangui has arrived.

He was sitting by the window of a coffee shop, wearing a thick coat that looked very inappropriate in this season, and the silver light from behind the hood was scattered on the black wicker chair under him.

The lush green radish covered his figure, his slender four fingers rested on the porcelain white ceramic cup in his hand, and his translucent shadow was reflected in the translucent glass window, which proved that he was a real human being, not just a human being. is a wandering spirit.Everyone in the store was looking at him, but his eyes kept falling on a single two-story building outside the glass window. His deep eyes seemed to reflect his whole world, and everything else had nothing to do with him. .

There seems to be an inexplicable barrier between him and the world.People on the outside are not allowed to come in, and there is no way to let people on the inside go out.

His hood covered most of his face, but even so, the little bit of handsomeness revealed was enough to make the waitress serving his coffee blush.

She followed the man's line of sight, but only saw a very ordinary two-story building.The green maple vines have a little bit of tender red at the tip, and they wind up the white and white walls deftly and lushly. The black paint has fallen off the faded cast iron guardrail, and roses and moon-white spider orchids grow beside it.

Only the cylindrical roof of Romanesque architecture makes this small building look a bit classical, but it also makes it look a bit outdated, which is incompatible with the surrounding modern urban forests with reinforced concrete and glass curtain walls.

The man sat in the coffee shop for a while, then put down the coffee in his hand, stood up and left.He simply walked to the front of the small building and walked up the steps.He knocked on the door and walked in.

It was a bright morning at this time, and the bright and warm sunlight was blocked by thick dark curtains.

The red-eyed man was sitting on a soft cloth sofa, and the black-haired young man was falling asleep in his arms.He hugged He Xiao's waist and buried his face in his arms, only showing a side profile and snow-colored ear tips.

A layer of light blue frost formed in He Juangui's hands, and a sharp long sword appeared at the same time.

"Don't be nervous." He Xiao bent down, hugging the man tighter in his hands, as if to integrate him and himself tightly. "How could I be willing to hurt him at all."

"He's all of us after all, baby."

The tone of his last words was deliberately elongated, and the rising tone finally disappeared between his lips and teeth, as if kissing a flower that did not exist.

"Do you know what the origin is?" he asked.

—

Lu Qing bandit felt that he was dreaming.

This is a long and dull dream, in which a lot of meaningless elements are mixed together to piece together strange and very familiar faces. This kind of scene has appeared in his dreams countless times.

A pair of bright blood pupils dilated, leaving only a faint shadow.

In the sea of ​​emptiness, the boundless space squeezed towards him, distorting his figure into a strange shape.There is endless space here, but there is no passage of time.There is nothing here except space, but you can see the flashes of the boundless world here.

He suddenly remembered the Three Thousand Worlds literacy manual that the system had chatted with him before.

[Look at those worlds where people stick to ink and paper, say things that are true or false, and easily judge life and death, but they don’t know that in that low-level plane, if his words come true, he is the creator god. 】

[It turns out that your system also believes in reincarnation. 】

【Believe me, since you humans can enter reincarnation, we can naturally too. 】,

【This world is just a big bubble inside a small bubble, and what's inside and what's outside have nothing to do with each other. 】

[The so-called ascension of Xiuxian, from a high-level point of view, is just the effort to burst a soap bubble. 】

More voices emerged from the depths of his mind... one sentence after another.

[As long as you control enough worlds and create enough karma, you will be able to break through the avenue and reverse the cycle of reincarnation. 】

[Is there really reincarnation in the world? 】

[Time is reincarnation.Every season is dry and prosperous, every year is old, and the life is reincarnated. 】

[How do I control it? 】

[People who control reincarnation are often harmed by it. 】

[I have reasons for doing this. 】

[You must first find a place without reincarnation, and then use your power to control it. 】

【And after that? 】

[After that, you become the reincarnation there. 】

Countless combinations of planes intertwine, spreading outward like countless bubbles.

Lu Qing bandit saw that the space under his feet stopped surging, and then began to flee frantically.

What are they afraid of?

A dazzling white light lit up in front of Lu Qingban's eyes, and when he woke up, he had a splitting headache in his head.

Those broken images disappeared like a tide, and receded without a trace in Lu Qing bandit's mind.

"Clear the bandits." When he woke up again, he saw Fu Yige's face.

This made him greatly relieved.

"Thank you, you saved me—" Before he could say this, he saw He Xiao who was sitting next to him and holding his hand.

The man with red eyes and black hair raised his hand to his lips, looked at him, and slowly kissed him.

The bright red tip of the tongue slid across the back of the hand, which was extraordinarily charming.

But that's not all, Lu Qing bandit looked around, and desperately recognized a few familiar faces.

one two three four five six.

All six of his mission targets are here, and all of them look bitter and bitter, as if they are going to come up together in the next second and tear him apart.

Oh, the car overturned.

Lu Qing bandit thought expressionlessly.