monster guardian

Others think that they are having a dream, but they think that he is having an illness.

This sentence is too informative.

Mushui's eyes flickered, but he didn't ask about this sentence, but said: "Have many things like today happened before?"

"Occasionally." Yuan Sheng said casually, pushed open the door of the amusement park, and walked out with Mushui.

Pedestrians who got off work outside hurried past, and the traffic on the road was jammed together, waiting for the red light to turn green.

The noisy voice was like a tide, rushing back in an instant.

Mushui suddenly had the feeling of finally returning to the real world.

"Except for Lao Lin, what kind of people has Mr. Yuan seen before?" Mushui asked.

His tone was innocent, and it sounded like it was just out of pure curiosity.

Yuan Sheng paused, and suddenly looked back at him.

Even through the tie on his eyes, Mushui still felt that Yuan Sheng's eyes seemed to penetrate the layer of fabric, and took a deep look at him.

Yuan Sheng had never heard anyone ask him such a question, and he replied while recalling: "Well, most of them are pretty ugly... with beaks, ivory, and deformed and elongated limbs... "

Mushui opened his mouth in confusion: "Is that classified according to appearance? Those who are good-looking are more powerful?"

At least from the four samples he had seen, Qi Xinghan, Yuan Sheng, Zhao Yun, and Lao Lin, this was the case.

Yuan Sheng paused again: "I don't know."

Don't know again?

Then, can it be speculated that Qi Xinghan and Yuan Sheng have only come into contact with this fantasy world not long ago, and they have not seen many other monsters, so they lack samples to establish a unified cognitive system.

So now everyone is confused.

Yuan Sheng's words came to Mushui's mind again.

Others think that they are having a dream, but they think that he is having an illness.

Yuan Sheng is more sober than anyone else. He understands his current situation and what has changed in him.

But others didn't understand and refused to believe what they saw with their own eyes, so they accused him of being ill.

Here comes the question... Are Yuan Sheng and Qi Xinghan really sick?

Could it be... Their perception of themselves is actually very accurate.On the contrary, other people, sitting in a well and watching the sky, rudely define them as mentally ill?

"The car is here." Yuan Sheng's voice interrupted Mushui's thoughts.

Mushui looked up and saw the bus stopped in front of them.

Yuan Sheng clasped his wrist and led him into the car.It was rush hour at this time, and of course it was very crowded. As soon as he got in the car, Mushui was bumped into Yuan Sheng's arms by the aunt at the door.

Yuan Sheng was dressed thinly, but his body exuded a steady stream of heat.

Mushui was squeezed so hard that he could only touch his chest, and Yuan Sheng's tall body blocked there, casting a large shadow on his body. Mushui had the illusion that he was trapped in his shadow.

The car was getting more and more crowded, and some people even deliberately leaned over here.

The people in the car looked at the two Mushui who were out of place here, which made Mushui feel uncomfortable.

He could vaguely understand Yuan Sheng's feeling.

When you are awake, other people look at you with the eyes of you who are sick... what should it feel like...

Mushui couldn't help tugging on Yuan Sheng's vest.

Yuan Sheng lowered his head slightly: "Huh?"

"Do you really need me?" Mushui whispered, as if speaking to Yuan Sheng, but also as if asking himself.

Yuan Sheng was taken aback, probably because he didn't expect Mushui to ask such a question suddenly.

But Mushui thought seriously.

Why do you want to do an internship at Jinshui Institute of Special Pathology? One is to write better papers, and the other is to have more practical experience.But this should be based on the situation of helping patients.

If it has no effect and only brings stress to the patient, then there is no need for it.

After Mushui finished asking that question, he didn't make a sound for a long time, his face was serious, and his facial features were tense.

Yuan Sheng couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Mu is going to leave?"

Mushui stood on tiptoe, leaned close to his ear, and said in a low voice: "You have a strong mind, you can completely restrain yourself, and you have a completely normal set of logic... Although your behavior is different from ordinary people, it still conforms to It's normal and logical. Are you...really sick?"

"Yes." Yuan Sheng grabbed Mushui's arm, and the veins protruded slightly.

"Stendhal Syndrome? Hmm...Maybe the dean should get another doctor." Mushui thought for a while and said.

"What kind of change?" Yuan Sheng asked.

"...It's not that pretty." Mushui said in a low voice.

When he said this, he was a little bit embarrassed, as if he was praising himself for being particularly good-looking.

"Change to an ugly one?" Yuan Sheng said bluntly.

Mushui nodded slightly.

"That won't work, you'll be as ugly as Lao Lin, I have to pull out my tongue."

Mushui thought of Lao Lin lying miserable like a dehydrated octopus lying on the ground: "Ah, forget it then."

Yuan Sheng: "Yes."

Mushui relaxed his body, but then thought of another question, so he grabbed Yuan Sheng's shoulder again, rubbed it up, and asked, "We'll just leave like this, won't Lao Lin be discovered by the police?"

"He will find a way to get out of there himself, and he doesn't want to be discovered."

"Why? He can pretend to be an ordinary person again."

Yuan Sheng turned to ask, "Did you meet him at point C today?"

Mushui nodded.

"He eats people." Yuan Sheng said calmly, as if saying that he was a vegetarian.

Mushui was silent for a second: "...cannibalism?"

"Well, the smell of blood on his body is too heavy. The police can tell at a glance whether there is any murder on him."

"So he came to point C today to find tourists?" Mushui interjected.

It turned out that today's tourists were right. He really protected them virtually.

"It should be to make a mark. After the mark is made, he can accurately find the prey he selected after the tourists leave the park. The people in the tourists come and go every day, and only one of them is picked out in a wave. The connection between the victims is very weak, and the police will not be able to start investigations." Yuan Sheng said and paused: "If I were him, I would do this."

Having said that, Yuan Sheng frowned: "Forget it, if I were him, I wouldn't do it. Cannibalism is too disgusting. It's something only low-level animals with no brains would do."

Mushui sighed: "That should kill him."

Yuan Sheng looked at him suddenly, as if he was a little surprised that he would say such a thing.

Mushui looked back suspiciously: "Huh?"

Yuan Sheng said in a low voice: "I thought you were going to say that this kind of scum should be handed over to the law for punishment. If I had known this, I would have just torn him up and stuffed him in the trash can with his tongue."

Mushui: "???"

"Forget it then." Mushui licked his lips, and suddenly felt, no, he still needs to continue to be the guardian.

He has to give them regular psychological counseling.

Otherwise, if you tear it up and down, you will have problems sooner or later!

There are people around who are talking about them in low voices.

"Wow, dressed like this, are you going to film a movie?"

"Could it be recording some program? There is actually a camera hidden in the car?"

"Still whispering..."

How did they know that the two people in strange clothes who are almost pasted together here are full of murder and cannibalism...

And Mushui, who was full of innocent faces, took out his mobile phone with great difficulty, first searched how to send anonymous text messages, then downloaded a software, virtual number, and sent it to the little policeman who had left before.

Still can't let Lao Lin run away.

Yuan Sheng lowered his head slightly.

His gaze once again penetrated the thin silk, capturing Mushui's movements.

The author has something to say: Mushui: Let me change it to something uglier.

Brother Yuan: To be honest, the ugly ones are already dead.