monster guardian

"Wow!" The two heads howled in surprise.

"..."

Ah, the cry after being frightened...is that so?

Mushui was silent.

The two dog heads also seemed to froze for an instant. The introverted and sensitive head looked at Mushui, blushing and nervous, trying to pull back the head; the evil, gloomy head was stuck The neck, just juxtaposed with the other head, stared at Mushui stiffly, not even shrinking back.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

So Mushui thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and turned on the desk lamp next to him.

The light instantly illuminated the space, and also unreservedly reflected every expression and every detail of Shen Maojia.

The expression on Shen Maojia's face became even stiffer.

"噗嗤" sounded, Mushui moved his eyes slightly, and found that the bed sheet was scratched by four claws.

... Tight, tense?

But he was pinned down and couldn't move. He was the one who could see the fangs under the dog's head.

Mushui licked his dry lips, and asked in a steady tone: "Excuse me, what's the matter for coming to see me so late?"

Shen Maojia instinctively imitated his movements and licked his lips, as if to relieve tension.But when he opened his mouth, the protruding tongue was slightly thick, blood-red, and slightly long. When he licked his lips, it ended up licking his nose.

The black hair on the nose was wet from licking.

Now Shen Maojia was even more stiff.

Probably because he felt that he had made an extremely stupid action.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Mushui paused, and gradually became calmer.

"Then let me tell." Mushui stared at the evil head: "You are Shen Maojia's No.1 personality, and you dominate most of Shen Maojia's words and deeds."

"You are Shen Maojia's second personality, but... you were the main personality in the past."

"You have undergone some kind of change. This kind of change allows two personalities to grow their own head at the same time. So you share each other's memories, because no matter what one does, the other can see it .”

"Is that right?" Mushui asked softly.

At the same time, he quietly clenched his fists under the quilt.

Mushui's voice had a good soothing effect, and the nervous number two slowly eased away, only the number one still stuck his neck ferociously.

"If you don't answer, then let's just assume that my guess is right." Mushui pursed his lips: "Then the second question, well, do you want to eat me when you come to me? Or kill me?"

Only then did Shen Maojia speak, with a hoarse voice: "What's the difference between eating and killing?"

"The former is random, while the latter is extremely purposeful."

Only people like Lao Lin and Zhao Yun would want to eat him... People like Kang Ye approached and showed affection inexplicably.

If, as Kang Ye said, Katopas would send someone to avenge every dead member, it would definitely be the one who came to kill him.

Mushui clenched his fingers tighter nervously, but his thinking was still clear.

"Neither." Shen Maojia's No. [-] said.

Mushui looked at him in bewilderment: "What is that for?"

Shen Maojia finally regained his composure gradually, he jumped off Mushui's body, there were still two heads on his neck, casting a shadow on the wall, it was a bit scary at first glance.

Mushui lost his restraint, and immediately sat up.

Shen Maojia lowered his gaze, and said in a low voice, "Just... smell..."

Mushui blurted out: "Huh? Mark by smell?"

Shen Maojia's No. [-] head immediately turned red into a big tomato, and the expression on No. [-]'s face also froze. He gritted his teeth and said, "...Yes, yes."

But after he finished speaking, he paused, and added: "It's not hell...it's not a hell dog..." as if trying to suppress shame.

"What is that?" Mushui asked without understanding.

Shen Maojia pursed her lips and said, "I don't know."

At this moment, the door of the hotel room suddenly made another "click", extremely subtle, but both Mushui and Shen Maojia heard it.

Mushui held his breath slightly, and turned off the light.

Shen Maojia's eyes suddenly changed, revealing a fierce look, staring at the direction of the door.

The sound of footsteps sounded unhurriedly. Listen carefully, it seems that there are still two footsteps, one walking recklessly, and the other walking unhurriedly.

Mushui raised his head and looked forward, and saw two men walking in one after another under the moonlight.

The figure in the front was tall, wearing a hideous clown mask.It's Yuan Sheng.

The suit and leather shoes on the back are very ceremonial as if participating in some kind of ceremony.It's Qi Xinghan.

Mushui: "..."

So everyone will sneak to his room?

Mushui thought about it carefully. The reason why there is no Kang Ye may be because it is too smelly and easy to be found.

When Mushui saw Yuan Sheng and Yuan Sheng, Yuan Sheng took off his mask, and they saw Mushui together.The numbers are relative, and there seems to be a hint of embarrassment in the air.

Mushui's back quickly felt a bit of coolness.

They could all enter the room without him knowing, so how many times have they been here?Why do you have to go into his room?

This kind of unknown makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Mushui turned on the bedside lamp again, illuminating the space and at the same time illuminating everyone present.

Shen Maojia changed back again, and the other head disappeared.

He stood by the bed, looking like a gloomy boy.

Qi Xinghan and Yuan Sheng also looked normal, and there was nothing strange about their bodies.

Mushui was silent for a moment, and asked, "What are you all looking for me for? Playing mahjong?"

The key is that he won't fight either.

Qi Xinghan spoke first: "Katopas."

When he opened his mouth, Yuan Sheng shut up, lest he pronouncing the name too much and adding buffs to others for nothing.

Mushui was startled, and then realized, so...so it was actually to protect him?They were worried that Katopas' people would find him immediately after Lao Lin's death, so they quietly came to his room after he was asleep.

After they came here, did they just sit on the sofa and watch until dawn?

"So it is."

Mushui seriously reflected on himself, he almost misunderstood them.

Although he has not been in this industry for a long time, but when he thinks about it seriously, the patients he takes over are all lovely people, ah no, cute monsters...

But the next moment, Qi Xinghan and Yuan Sheng looked at Shen Maojia almost at the same time: "Why are you here?"

Shen Maojia said coldly: "I am also Mushui's patient who needs to be monitored. If you can come, why can't I come?"

"It's full of lies." Yuan Sheng sneered.

Shen Maojia simply sat down next to Mushui's bed at this moment: "Tear me apart if you have the ability."

As soon as Shen Maojia sat down, Mushui thought of his two heads, and there was still a slight shadow in his heart. Before the three of them confronted each other, Mushui said, "The bed is too small to sleep four people."

Shen Maojia's cheeks were slightly red.

Qi Xinghan whispered: "I don't need to sleep."

"That won't work, you have to start working every day." Mushui retorted.

Yuan Sheng suddenly felt a sense of crisis: "...I sleep on the floor?"

"Why do you sleep on the floor?" Mushui looked at him suspiciously: "You don't have to have everyone come, just one every day. Shen Maojia won't use it."

This time it was Shen Maojia's turn to feel a strong sense of crisis: "Why don't I use it?"

Mushui blinked, and the dim light imprinted on the bottom of his eyes, like two shining stars, he asked back: "Well, do you come to smell me every day?"

Shen Maojia red up to the base of his neck: "...Yeah, not every day, smell." He stammered unconsciously as he spoke.

"It's not okay to smell it for three or four days out of ten." Mushui thought for a while, then put his tone a little softer, and said, "It will scare me to death."

Shen Maojia stopped talking, but her eyebrows were furrowed, obviously unhappy.

Mushui couldn't help yawning: "Okay, brother Qi will stay today. You all go, I'm so sleepy."

Without saying a word, Yuan Sheng stepped forward, picked up Shen Maojia, and walked out the door quickly.

When Shen Maojia struggled out of his hands, he just landed outside the door.

Shen Maojia scolded: "Fuck."

Yuan Sheng glanced at him and lowered his voice. There was no coldness in his tone, but there was a natural sense of oppression in his tone: "Next time, don't run around like crazy."

The ferocious cry in Shen Maojia's throat brewed for a second, but then he swallowed it back by himself.

Probably because I don't want to "woof" anymore.

Yuan Sheng strode back to his room.

In the room he lives in, the window is facing the direction of the film and television city.Yuan Sheng stood behind the window and took off the clown mask expressionlessly.

It was already dark.

It's just that today's night is extremely low, as if it can cover the entire film and television city just a little forward.

Yuan Sheng stared at it for a while, then turned around and returned to the bed, took off his coat and lay down on it.

Kang Ye also rested in a hotel near the film and television city that day. He suddenly got up from the bed, quickly opened the curtains, and stared outside at the dark night sky with almost no stars: "...here we come."

……

In the room, Mushui patted the seat beside his bed that Shen Maojia had just sat on, and said in a low voice, "Brother Qi, sleep with me."

He used to be called "Mr. Qi", but later he changed his name to "Qi Xinghan" in order not to expose the doctor-patient relationship in front of other people, and now he is called "Brother Qi".

This name is the same as the others, but it seems to have a different taste when it comes out of his mouth.

Qi Xinghan lowered his eyes slightly, and sat down in front of the sofa.

He whispered: "I'll sit for a while before going to sleep."

Mushui also knew his eccentricity.

Waking up early in the morning and going to bed late at night.He was extremely sleepy, and he couldn't persuade Qi Xinghan any more, so he closed his eyes first, grabbed the quilt and fell asleep.

There was a knock on the door of Mushui's room the next day.

Mushui vaguely heard Guo Yong's voice coming in through the door, he opened his eyes in a daze, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

And Qi Xinghan had already got up from the sofa, walked over and opened the door.

Guo Yong rushed in with his breakfast in his hand: "My God, brother Qi, you are really here. I've been looking for you everywhere."

Guo Yong put the breakfast on the table, and tremblingly said: "My God, why did the temperature drop suddenly today? It was so cold, and it was snowing outside. Today, several of the other production crews fell down as soon as they went out. somersault."

Mushui got up and washed up, wrapped himself in a thick down jacket, and turned into a huge cocoon.

He opened the curtains and looked outside. Almost overnight, the outside world was covered with a layer of silver, and the snow was still floating, falling in large pieces like goose feathers.

Mushui thought for a while, turned around, took out another sweater and put it on.

Guo Yong said: "I have already asked my assistant to deliver Mr. Yuan's food, and Mr. Mu and Brother Qi will eat together first, and we have to prepare to go to the crew. It is cold today, so I guess we will be filming interior scenes."

Mushui nodded, and sat at the table with Qi Xinghan, finishing breakfast quickly.

When they got out of the room, Yuan Sheng was waiting outside.

Yuan Sheng leaned against the wall, with one hand in his pocket. His upper body was changed into a white T-shirt and a large army green overalls jacket, and his lower body was black trousers with no frills.

Mushui had seen this coat before.On the way to the film and television base, this coat hung high in a small roadside shop. The coat was so big that no one bought it, so it hung there for a long time.

Yuan Sheng turned his head, then lowered his eyes.

Mushui took out a red cloth strip from his pocket: "It's given to me by the props team, it's ready to use."

What about the red cloth?

It's a bit like cutting a piece of silk from someone else's Yangko dancer's waist.

Mushui folded the cloth strips several times, and after confirming that the thickness was moderate, he tugged Yuan Sheng's shoulders, pulled him down a little, and tied the cloth strips on his head.

Mushui finished tying the bow, and after Yuan Sheng stood up straight, Mushui vaguely felt that something was wrong.

It seems that there is such a slight discrepancy...

Mushui scrutinized Yuan Sheng from head to toe, and then realized, eh, red and green match shit?

Yuan Sheng's coat is army green, but his eye mask is bright red.

But it was too late to replace at this time, Mushui could only pretend not to see, smiled slightly, and praised: "Brother Yuan looks so good today."

Yuan Sheng didn't care whether he was good-looking or not.

His gaze looked at Mushui through the red cloth.

Mushui's whole body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of red light. No matter how red it looked, it effectively weakened the beauty of his facial features and increased the effect of horror.

Yuan Sheng raised his eyes and looked around.

Well, let's see what's red now.

"Is Mr. Yuan alright?" Qi Xinghan asked.

"Okay." Mushui said, "Let's go."

For a while, Mushui didn't remember that there was another Shen Maojia, and when he took the elevator downstairs, Mushui suddenly remembered this person.

Forget it, I forgot about it anyway.

Mushui walked out of the hotel with peace of mind.

After a while, Mushui saw the director of the film crew walking out tremblingly supported by someone, his head and face were almost covered by a scarf.

The other actors were not much better, and Ren Jingjing also tied herself into rice dumplings.

Everyone stood trembling at the door, and at a glance, they were all balls.

But when he glanced over, Mushui's sight paused briefly.Kang Ye's colorful hair, tied in the middle, is so conspicuous that he can be recognized at a glance.

Kang Ye also saw him and came towards him almost immediately.

But Qi Xinghan and Yuan Sheng moved faster, each of them stretched out a hand, and stuffed Mushui into the nanny's car.

They also got into the car one after another, and closed the door with a "bang".

Kang Ye had no choice but to stop, turned back and got into his own car, and the group drove slowly towards the set.

On the way to the set, the weather was cold and slippery, and everything was covered with ice. I saw many people falling down and crashing into cars.

While trembling, the traffic policeman in a coat commanded the tow truck to pull away the hit car. As a result, the tow truck was heavily loaded, and it slipped as soon as it was driven in such a world of ice and snow, and hit the car again after a while.

Everyone can only get out of the car and walk.

Fortunately, most of the shooting equipment is locked on the set, and they don't have much to move at the moment.

The car door opened, and as soon as Mushui stepped down, Qi Xinghan and Yuan Sheng, like two door gods, supported Mushui and led him forward, as if they were sandwiched between him.

Mushui was tightly wrapped, exhaled hot air, and blushed slightly.

But it does save a lot of effort, and he doesn't have to worry about slipping...

"Boom—" Yuan Sheng fell down.

……fall.

Fortunately, Yuan Sheng let go of his hand in time before he fell, otherwise he would have to take Mushui down with him.

Yuan Sheng got up with a sullen face: "...Fuck."

When he got up, he looked around again... Everyone around him was looking at him.

After all, the crash was really loud.

The corners of Qi Xinghan's mouth twitched, as if showing a little relaxed smile, and the hand clasping Mushui's wrist was also a little harder.

Mushui was slightly dumbfounded.

Should monsters wrestle too?Too.Monsters may have powerful lethality, but they may not necessarily have the ability to walk on icy roads without falling.

Yuan Sheng pretended nothing happened, and continued to walk forward with Qi Xinghan holding Mushui in between.

It took only two steps to go out, and there was another "bang"——

Qi Xinghan fell down.

He had held Mushui extremely tight before, and pulled Mushui down by the way. Yuan Sheng had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed Mushui's waist, thus avoiding the tragic result of Mushui also falling down.

It's just that Mushui felt a little pain after being dragged and dragged by the two of them.

Are they really going to split him in two?

Tears welled up in Mushui's eyes.

Qi Xinghan was a little dazed by the fall, probably because he didn't expect to fall too.

He let go of Mushui's wrist, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

The people around were also taken aback, and rushed to help Qi Xinghan one after another, one didn't pay attention, and three or two slipped and fell.After a minute or so of fuss, everyone regained their footing.

Guo Yong immediately said: "Okay, okay, everyone walk slowly, don't help Brother Qi, lest everyone fall together."

The others also fell just now, so of course they nodded now, not daring to run towards Qi Xinghan again.

But Yuan Sheng and Qi Xinghan seemed to be under a spell, and they had to fall every three, four or five steps.

You knocked your arm, I knocked your leg.

Mushui looked terrified: "...Wait, don't catch me."

He fell silently half a step behind.

He took back the previous sentence, "It really saves a lot of effort, and he doesn't have to worry about slipping."

Yuan Sheng and Qi Xinghan looked at each other coldly.

Everyone pursed the corners of their mouths at the same time, as if depressed and unhappy.

Mushui turned his head and looked quietly, thought for a while, and racked his brains to come up with a soothing word: "It's like this, you grow too tall, and you will lose your center of gravity."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Xinghan fell again.

Mushui shut up and looked up at the sky.

...Well, it's all due to the weather.

Mushui had a thought, and the snow suddenly fell harder.

Mushui tightened his scarf, struggling to move forward like a penguin.

heavy snow day.

The dedicated reporter was still huddled behind the car, holding the camera tremblingly, "click" "click".

The reporter thought to himself, the photo just now should be titled "Qi Xinghan and a strange man competing for a beautiful boy in the ice and snow".

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and fished for the camera.

"It's mine." He said hoarsely.

"What's up to you?" The reporter froze here for a long time, and finally took such a picture. Hearing what he said, he suddenly became angry and turned around suddenly.

Then he met a distorted face.

The man's facial features seemed to be fused together and then kneaded again.

The eyes, nose, and mouth are crooked, the mouth is only half as big as a normal person's, and the eyes are like two black beans.

The reporter let out a breath of cold air that went up to his throat.

The man grabbed the camera with one hand, staring at the photo above, and pressed the other hand on the reporter's shoulder, making him unable to move.

The reporter heard a man's voice rustle: "... dedicated to the great Katopas."

The man hung the camera around his neck as he spoke.

"……photo."

Also, what is Katopas?

This was the last thought that crossed the reporter's mind.

The author has something to say: Dedicate the photo to the great Katopas.

Katopas looked at the above photo of you pulling me wrestling:? ? ?

This has nothing to do with the legend of the hell three-headed dog.And the three-headed hellhound does not mean that there are only three heads. In the earliest records, there were fifty heads, and later it became a hundred heads in other records, and finally it evolved into the popular saying three heads.