monster guardian

Mushui paused for a moment, then silently took three steps back, squatted down, and picked up his clothes.

Qi Xinghan's shirts, suit jackets, and overcoats were all scattered on the carpet, and Mushui picked them up and hugged them in his arms.It's like cheerleading cheerleaders who are responsible for holding clothes and water on the playing field.

Zhao Yun at this end couldn't see Qi Xinghan at all, his whole mind was locked on Mushui, and when he saw Mushui retreating, he instinctively chased forward.

Qi Xinghan tightened his fingers holding the bone knife suddenly, and swung the bone knife towards Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun instinctively raised his hand to catch it. With a "poof", the bone knife easily cut off two of his fingers, and the fingers flew out. A light bloodstain was left on the lampshade of the floor lamp.

Mushui's breath unconsciously became lighter.

Too dangerous.

Mental patients are already aggressive to a certain extent, and Zhao Yun in front of him looks like a combination of a mental patient and a monster, completely losing his mind.

Mushui has always been self-aware, and at this time he will never step forward to give away the head.

He hugged his clothes and nestled behind the sofa.

He almost put all of Qi Xinghan's coat on his head, revealing a pair of eyes.

But Zhao Yun's gaze moved with his movement.

Zhao Yun ignored the mutilated hand, he staggered and stumbled towards Mushui.

Qi Xinghan raised his eyelids, stood still, and only swung the bone knife again. The giant shadow was swung out along with the bone knife, and rushed towards Zhao Yun's waist.

Judging from the sharpness just now, once Zhao Yun was cut in the middle, Zhao Yun would immediately be separated into two halves.

But Zhao Yun fell to the ground suddenly and avoided the knife.

Then, like a ****, he kicked his back foot forward against the carpet, and the intact hand quickly clasped Qi Xinghan's ankle.

He finally noticed Qi Xinghan.

He crouched on the ground, opened his scarlet eyes, and hissed: "Tear you... grab him..."

Zhao Yun's arm is extremely strong, and the "sarcomas" lurking under his skin are probably the source of his strength.

As soon as the words fell, he grabbed Qi Xinghan and dragged Qi Xinghan down.

"Tear you apart..." Zhao Yun said, his other mutilated hand pressed Qi Xinghan's waist, and most of his body lay on Qi Xinghan's body.

Seeing this scene, Mushui could probably imagine how Ding Ya's limbs and head were torn apart by him.

Qi Xinghan's expression did not change, he waited until he approached, half arched his body, his upper body bounced off the ground, then clasped Zhao Yun's neck with one hand, and raised the knife with the other hand.

There was another "poof".

All this happened so fast like lightning, Zhao Yun was immersed in the joy of tearing the opponent apart, but before he could react for a while, his entire right hand was chopped off.

The roaring sound that came out of Zhao Yun's throat was nothing like what a human being could make.

He waved his other hand, trying to break free.

Qi Xinghan's skin was pale, and he looked like a weak patient, but his strength was actually no weaker than his.

Zhao Yun struggled and failed to break free.

"Pfft-"

But in the blink of an eye, his left hand was also cut and flew out.

Qi Xinghan stood up abruptly, he held Zhao Yun's neck vigorously, and threw Zhao Yun flying.

Zhao Yun hissed, followed by a sharper cry the next moment.

When Qi Xinghan threw him out, he also threw out the bone knife.

Just like that, Zhao Yun was nailed to the black wooden door of Qi Xinghan's bedroom.

The blood was ticking, and soon flowed down the wooden door and merged into the black carpet.

The expression on Qi Xinghan's face quickly returned to calm, his face and body were splattered with black and red blood.

As he stood up, the blood dripped down his chin and onto his chest, and then fused with the blood on his chest, slipped down along the abdominal muscle line, and slipped into the black suit trousers underneath.

Mushui let out a shallow breath, and a certain part of his brain was numb from the shock.

He frowned slowly, thinking with some embarrassment.What about the guardian, can he supervise it?Eighteen Mushui were not enough for him to fight.

"Now...you can call the police." Qi Xinghan said hoarsely.

Mushui stood up from behind the sofa, handed the clothes to Qi Xinghan one by one, and asked, "The police are here, what should we do when we see this scene?"

"Justifiable defense." Qi Xinghan said nonchalantly.

Zhao Yun's hissing sound still rang in his ears.

Mushui blinked cautiously: "Okay, then I'll call."

Qi Xinghan stared at him and suddenly said, "Wait."

"Huh?" Mushui looked up at him again.

Qi Xinghan raised his finger and pointed at Mushui's eyebrows: "Blood."

Mushui's body was also spattered with a little blood, but not badly.The most conspicuous thing was the point between the eyebrows, the round drop of blood, like a cinnabar mole painted on it, made his lips red and white, as if it was directly poking at the heart.

Mushui let out an "ah" and raised his hand to wipe off the blood.

But Qi Xinghan's movements were faster, he bent his fingers and wiped it from between Mushui's eyebrows.

"Have you wiped it off?" Mushui asked with blinking eyes.

"...Well, it fell."

Mushui took out a pack of paper from his pocket: "You wipe it too?"

Qi Xinghan shook his head, turned around and walked towards Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun was firmly nailed to the wooden door, bleeding all over the floor, but miraculously, he did not die immediately, he was still struggling hard, and his eyes were tightly locked in the direction of Mushui.

Mushui also really called the police officer who left the number last time, and after the call, he followed Zhao Yun.

Qi Xinghan said hoarsely, "How did the research institute describe me to you?"

"Troublesome." Mushui chose a euphemistic word to sum it up.

Qi Xinghan pulled the corner of his mouth upwards, revealing a smile, the kind that would definitely cause thousands of girls to scream if they were placed under the camera.But right now, he was covered in blood, and when he laughed, he looked indescribably weird.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Mushui, and said in a low voice: "I am a monster. The research institute should have told you so."

Mushui let out a "no".

"You still touched it." Qi Xinghan said.

Mushui didn't hide anything, he said "uh", and with a light in his eyes, he praised in a very sincere tone: "Mr. Qi's waist is really easy to touch." So I didn't touch your bone knife on purpose.

Qi Xinghan suddenly fell silent.

Mushui couldn't help turning his head to look at him again: "?"

Qi Xinghan pursed his lips tightly.

Mushui: "?"

Why did the topic get so cold when it suddenly came to this point?Mushui thought in a daze, do I actually have the physique of a cold field king?

It was Zhao Yun's murmur that got everyone's attention back.

"Why..." Zhao Yun stared at Mushui and said back and forth, "Strange, really strange..."

Mushui spoke and talked with him in a peaceful voice: "What's strange about me?"

After hearing Mushui's voice, Zhao Yun calmed down strangely. He was thinking hard, his pale yellow face covered with blood wrinkled into a ball.

"You have magic power... like a whirlpool, like a whirlpool, it can suck people away, suck them away. I found you, I want to catch you, eat you, and I will know why." Zhao Yun smiled slightly when he said this stand up.

"Why did you kill Ding Ya?" Mushui asked.

Zhao Yun recalled it with difficulty: "Because she found out, I am a monster, and the monster... must be killed."

Mushui's heart clicked, and he silently wrote down in the small notebook in his mind:

Monsters don't like being discovered and will kill if they are revealed.

Mushui asked another question: "Why...became a monster?"

"Why, why..." Zhao Yun tilted his head: "I don't know..."

Mushui lowered his voice, his voice and face were full of natural affinity, and invisibly, there was a seductive taste of persuasion.

He asked, "You really don't know?"

"...I don't know." Zhao Yun said blankly.

Only then did Mushui take a step back, with a slightly regretful tone: "He really doesn't know."

Qi Xinghan didn't speak, he just took the bone knife away silently, and slowly inserted it back into his back.

Mushui: "..."

God, natural scabbard?

Zhao Yun's chest was pierced with a big hole, and without his left and right hands, he looked almost like a stick.

He lay on the ground and struggled tenaciously twice, but failed to get up.

Soon, the police came.

When they suddenly saw such a scene, their faces changed.

Qi Xinghan's tone was extremely calm, he said: "Help me answer the call from the chief, he knows how to deal with it."

It seems like this has happened countless times.

So... Qi Xinghan didn't mean he didn't kill anyone.

He had killed, but he killed people who were more like monsters.

Mushui's world view has been destroyed once again, and it is trying to rebuild it.

The policeman hesitated and said to Qi Xinghan, "Mr. Qi and Mr. Mu, please go to the police station to make a statement."

"Okay." Qi Xinghan agreed without hesitation, and returned to being the great movie king with the cooperation of the gentleman before.

Qi Xinghan wiped off the blood, changed his clothes, and went downstairs with Mushui.

As for the clothes he changed, they were taken away by the police as physical evidence.

The other party probably also knew that this matter cannot be judged by common sense, so Mushui quickly finished recording the statement without any trouble.

After he came out, Qi Xinghan hadn't come out yet.

Mushui stood on the threshold of the police station and called the dean.

"Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily out of service area."

Mushui's face turned round with anger.

Just at this moment, Qi Xinghan was escorted out by a middle-aged man. The man smiled and made a goodbye gesture to him before turning back to the door.

And Qi Xinghan walked straight to Mushui's side.

He leaned slightly and whispered, "I don't kill people."

Mushui put away the phone and turned around abruptly.

"If you're worried..." Qi Xinghan took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.

Mushui: "..."

"When did you pass the police station?" Mushui couldn't help asking.

"Just now." While talking, Qi Xinghan clasped the handcuffs around his left wrist by himself, and then left the right handcuff ring to Mushui.

Probably because she really didn't want Mushui to be afraid of him.

Mushui blinked: "...I just want to ask you, you took the handcuffs, did you take the keys?"

Qi Xinghan paused: "..."

Mushui sighed: "Call Dad, I'll get you the key."

Qi Xinghan: "..."

It was getting dark, and standing under the pitch-black night sky, the bloody smell on Qi Xinghan's face gradually dissipated, and finally settled on a calm expression.

He obediently called: "Dad."

The author has something to say: Why do you write so much about Brother Qi, because every monster guarded by Shui Shui is a very important character, and the evenly matched Shura field is interesting.It's boring to be the only one to attack.