monster guardian

Mushui turned around, and finally came back to the big black and red mass. He stared at the shape for a while, and a thought gradually appeared in his mind.He turned his head, lowered his voice, and asked Yuan Sheng in a soft voice: "Brother Yuan, tell me, could this be that person? When he fell, he melted and turned into such a puddle of matter... ..."

Brother Yuan.

Yuan Sheng only heard this sound.

Mushui's voice is very pleasant to hear, especially when he lowers his voice and slows down his tone, it appears extraordinarily soft, poking straight at people's hearts.

Mushui couldn't bear it anymore.

He squatted down, wanting to observe the puddle more closely.

At this moment, Yuan Sheng came back to his senses suddenly, and grabbed Mushui: "Don't move."

Mushui: "Huh?"

Yuan Sheng took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket.Mushui took a closer look, and it looked like the kind of white gloves necessary for moving bricks on the construction site, but they were extraordinarily thick.

Yuan Sheng let go of Mushui, and then put on the white gloves slowly. This action is done by him, which is really a bit different and elegant.

But then he squatted down and pressed his hand on the black-red substance, and all the smells flew away.

Yuan Sheng stirred and said, "This thing won't move."

After speaking, he raised his palm to show Mushui.

Mushui stared at it carefully, seeing a faint fishy smell mixed with a burning smell, Mushui instinctively held his breath.

"Closer." Mushui said.

Yuan Sheng had no choice but to bring his hand closer to him.

With the light of the day, Mushui gradually discerned what it was.The black ones look like the black marks left next to the wick after the candle has burned for a long time.And those red things are bloodshot, traces of blood, mixed in the black to cover up, really can't be seen for a while.

But when you look at it carefully, the blood thread seems to have life, giving people a feeling of blood flowing and shuttling.

Mushui quickly took off Yuan Sheng's glove and threw it down.

"Do you feel any discomfort?" Mushui asked while staring at his hands.There are some wounds and old calluses on Yuan Sheng's hands, but the shape of his hands is beautiful.

Mu Shuizai scanned it carefully, but found nothing.

Yuan Sheng moved his lips.

Through the red cloth strips in front of his eyes, he could still catch a glimpse of his eyebrows, but at this moment, in a world of ice and snow, only Mushui's bright and soft eyebrows remained, a layer of light red spread on his face...

"It's a little uncomfortable." Yuan Sheng said, breathing faster obviously.

At this time, in the shooting room on the second floor.

Qi Xinghan and Kang Yegang finished another segment.

After the filming was over, Qi Xinghan said, "I'm going downstairs for a walk."

Kang Ye immediately followed up and said, "Director, I'll go downstairs too."

The staff looked at their backs and couldn't help but say, "Brother Qi also wants to gossip?"

"But we just checked, no one jumped off the building."

"No, look again, why does that puddle on the ground look like a person?"

The prop group followed, looked down from the window, and murmured, "Didn't you have this thing when you set up the scene?"

downstairs.

Mushui said quickly: "Just now I seemed to see the red blood threads moving inside." As he spoke, he grabbed Yuan Sheng's fingers and looked through them one by one.

Yuan Sheng suddenly lost his voice.

He just stood there, let Mushui pinch his fingers, gently, as if he was not too serious, he held his whole body in the palm.

This feeling was completely unfamiliar, and Yuan Sheng was at a loss for a moment.

But this confusion was quickly dispelled.

"Mu Shui." Qi Xinghan's voice came from the corridor behind.

Mushui checked carefully, and then just let go of Yuan Sheng's hand: "Okay, it's all right."

Yuan Sheng suppressed his breath and took half a step back.

At this time, Mushui turned his head to look in Qi Xinghan's direction, and he saw Kang Ye before Qi Xinghan.Kang Ye didn't know when he took off the wig, and his colorful hair was exposed again, which was very conspicuous.

Mushui smiled at Kang Ye: "Mr. Kang."

"You called me?" Kang Ye paused, then his facial features softened immediately, and he quickly walked to Mushui's side and stood still.

Shen Maojia stood on the side without saying a word, and only then glanced at Kang Ye, then lowered his head gloomyly.

Mushui pointed to the marks on the ground and asked, "Have you seen them?"

Kang Ye's eyelids twitched: "I've seen it."

"what is this?"

"Have you heard the story of the Phoenix Nirvana?"

Mushui nodded.

Kang Ye pointed to the thing and said: "Of course, this is not a phoenix, this is the ashes of a flame bird. Oh, flame bird, I don't know what it is, but I saw it in the previous manual. It is said to be it My ancestors once wanted to learn from the phoenix, be reborn from Nirvana, and fly to the sky. But after burning it, it didn’t work. Slowly, the flame bird was born. Wherever it passes, it will leave such a thing.”

Kang Ye paused, with a little contempt in his eyes, and said, "It's a bird, but I think it looks like a chicken, no, it's uglier than a chicken."

Obviously he has seen it before, and in his heart, the flame bird is not as good as his female bird.

"Is this the thing that fell off just now?" Kang Ye asked suspiciously.

Have you seen it in the manual?

That should be the manual inside Katopas.

This shows that Katopas's knowledge of this monster world is quite rich, and it can be systematically summarized into a book. It would be great if he could get it too.

Mushui nodded and said, "He knocked it down."

Kang Ye followed and looked at Shen Maojia.

Shen Maojia stiffened his neck, and his face became even more gloomy, with an expression of "I'm not wrong to kill me".

Kang Ye withdrew his gaze, and patted his hair twice at Mushui, which was very obvious.

While pretending to be carelessly brushing his hair, he said softly, "Well, where the flame bird walks, there will be several kinds of strange creatures."

"For example, the Snow Girl does not refer to the ghost Snow Girl in Japan, but the name of a bird that lives with the flame bird. When the Snow Girl walks by, it will bring..." Kang Ye suddenly paused as he spoke.

Mushui also reacted: "Will it bring heavy snow?"

Kang Ye nodded in a daze, and then said: "There is, there is..."

"What else?"

Kang Ye whispered, "I am like this."

Will bring female-like birds that eat carrion.

"Is there any more?" Mushui asked.

"There is another kind, but I don't quite remember the name. I seem to have seen it before, but it's rare to see this kind of creature, and it has a big temper..."

Mushui changed the question, he said, "This person fell down, why did he disappear?"

Kang Ye said: "I don't know, it's not written in the brochure, and I haven't killed such a bird."

But Mushui has already confirmed that guess in his heart.

This beach of unknown objects should be the person whose head was covered with a plastic bag.

He became like this after being knocked down from the upstairs. Is he too weak, or is Shen Maojia too strong?

Mushui suppressed his doubts, and smiled at Kang Ye: "Thank you."

A smile entered Kang Ye's eyes, and Kang Ye couldn't help but plucked his hair again, and handed it to Mushui: "You're welcome, I'll give you a fan."

Mushui took it carefully: "Where did you pull it out?"

There was a trace of shame in Kang Yejiao's beautiful eyes: "Tail, tail."

Mushui murmured: "So it was really pulled from the butt."

Qi Xinghan finally spoke, and he glanced at the colorful hair coldly: "It turns out that Mr. Kang likes to give people such things."

The expression on Kang Ye's face froze instantly.

He carefully looked at Qi Xinghan, he still had lingering fears when Qi Xinghan tortured and killed him during filming just now.

Kang Ye looked up at the snowflakes drifting up in the sky again unknowingly, and said, "If you look at it this way...there is more than one snow girl."

"There is more than one flame bird." Mushui added.

The man carrying the cleaning bucket is also one.

Now, Kang Ye's identity has been clarified, as have the man carrying the cleaning bucket and the plastic bag man.

but……

Mushui thought for a while, then lowered his head and called the dean. While the phone was dialing, Mushui turned his head and said to Shen Maojia, "Why don't you go back first? I'll go to your place to find you after this is over."

Shen Maojia pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, with two words in capital letters on her face: Reject.

The dean's cell phone was not connected.

However, he transferred another sum of money to Mushui in a familiar manner.

Mushui wanted to be angry, but he couldn't get angry when it came to money.

Mushui had no choice but to turn his head to look at Kang Ye: "Does it mean that if one dies, there will be another bunch?"

Kang Ye stammered: "Yes, that's right, that's how the rules were written back then."

Mushui sighed.

He just wants to be a good doctor and earn a little more than [-] yuan a month, just a little bit.

Why bother with monsters?

Shen Maojia moved his gaze, and looked at Mushui calmly.

He whispered: "I won't go, I came to you, that's what I should do."

Mushui turned to look at Qi Xinghan.

The numbness and alienation in Qi Xinghan's eyes faded away, and they were replaced by calm eyes, which gave people a strong sense of comfort. He said, "It doesn't matter if you come to ten or eight."

Yuan Sheng stepped forward suddenly, raised his hand to flick the snowflakes off Mushui's head, and said in a low voice, "Doctors need to create files when they meet different patients, right?"

Mushui nodded: "Yes."

"The more different cases we meet, the more comprehensive the files will be," Yuan Sheng said.

Mushui nodded again: "Yes."

"Then kill more monsters, won't you be able to build up your files about monsters? And it will become more and more comprehensive."

Mushui was dumbfounded.

Simply, insane!

But also...really...you can think about it!

Kang Ye was on the side, his brows were slightly raised, his soft face was stained with a trace of worry, he said: "Mr. Mu, don't worry, anyway..." He sighed: "I'm already with you. "

Shen Maojia stood not far away, watching this scene silently.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But I can't say anything, and I don't know what to say.

In the end, he had to keep his mouth shut.

Mushui took a shallow breath.

Now I feel that Kang Ye doesn't smell so bad anymore!

"Thank you, Mr. Kang." Mushui smiled at Kang Ye generously.

Kang Ye took a deep breath, stared at Mushui's eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "No, no, how about I make you a fan with another feather?"

Mushui: "?"

Mushui: "It's still nothing, let's keep it."

A look of disappointment flashed across Kang Ye's face.

Seeing this, Mushui hurriedly said, "If you pull too much, you will be bald."

Kang Ye thinks about it too, if he becomes bald, wouldn't he be a loser?Only then did he put away his eager fingers.

Mushui heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head and said to Yuan Sheng, "Let's go." Then he took two deep breaths while speaking.

Yuan Sheng responded.

But Mushui suddenly noticed that Yuan Sheng's body was tense, the corners of his mouth sank, and his whole body exuded an unpleasant breath.

Mushui grabbed his wrist, leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Yuan Sheng: "It's kind of... pretty..."

Mushui: "?"

Yuan Sheng: "You."

Yuan Sheng squeezed his voice out of his throat with difficulty.

Mushui was stunned, and hurriedly took three steps back.

But Yuan Sheng picked him up stubbornly, led him across the black and red mass, and walked up to the steps again.

Mushui was still in a daze, and didn't come back to his senses for a while.

He could even feel Yuan Sheng's extremely tense muscles.

Qi Xinghan and the others looked at Yuan Sheng coldly.

Then he raised his head again and looked towards Mushui.

Mushui was originally wrapped tightly, but here the scarf has been loosened, revealing a small half of his face, the hat on his head is also crooked, snowflakes fell on his eyebrows, and his cheeks became whiter because of the wind blowing , but the tip of the nose was a little red again, and the lips were even redder, as if a touch of rouge had been applied.

He is like an elf who brings snow.

The author has something to say: the chain of contempt between birds.

Kang Ye despised the plastic bag man, and plucked another butt hair.