monster guardian

Jiao Yan stood there unconsciously, the wind blew, and the broken hair on his forehead fluttered again.

Mushui whispered: "I just found the mail, he is my third patient."

The way Qi Xinghan looked at Jiao Yan changed immediately, but this time he didn't make any more moves.If it was the third patient, it would not be surprising that he would follow Kiki.Qi Xinghan turned his back and made a phone call, asking the people from the police station not to come over.

This Mushui pointed at himself and asked, "Do you know me?"

Jiao Yan shook his head, but he stared blankly at Mushui, and refused to look away no matter what.

So Mushui changed the sentence: "Hello, my name is Mushui. If there are no accidents, I will be your new guardian..." He repeated what Qi Xinghan and Yuan Sheng had said before Jiao Yan said.

Jiao Yan nodded, not knowing how much he listened to.

"Why are you here?" Mushui asked.

Jiao Yan thought seriously for a long time: "Wait for someone."

"Wait for who?"

Jiao Yan fell into a momentary daze again, probably in the process of waiting, the original purpose of waiting had been blurred, and in the end only the memory of the action of waiting remained.

After Qi Xinghan made the phone call, he turned around and came back, listening to the conversation in his ears, he said calmly: "You can ask Guo Yong to investigate."

Mushui was not polite, and quickly said: "Okay, thank you. Let's go back to the apartment first? Well, can I take him to your apartment?" Out of politeness, Mushui still asked one more question.

"It's all right."

Mushui pointed to the outside of the alley, and said to Jiao Yan, "Follow me."

Jiao Yan: "Yeah."

It seems to be obedient and worry-free.

Mushui let out a sigh of relief.

At present, it seems that there is no major problem except that he is bigger and scares people for no reason.

The three of them left the alley one after another, and Mushui hurried to help up the shared bicycle parked on the side of the road. He looked back at Qi Xinghan and Jiao Yan: "We..."

Qi Xinghan's face that had always been calm showed a bit of stiffness and resistance, and he asked, "Going back by bike?"

"Forget it, Jiao Yan definitely doesn't know how to ride, let's take a taxi, and we have to take that kind of commercial vehicle... Otherwise, he won't be able to fit into a taxi..." Mushui said in a broken voice.

The stiffness on Qi Xinghan's face was immediately relieved, and he said, "I'll take a taxi."

Mushui recalled Qi Xinghan's clumsy posture on the bicycle just now.

Uh, yes,...he can't be allowed to ride a bicycle anymore.

If you fall, you still have to make headlines.

Not good, not good.

The car called on the software came quickly, and Qi Xinghan wrapped the scarf back again. The driver was startled when he saw him, and hurriedly asked Mushui: "What... is he sick?"

"It's okay, it's not contagious." Mushui said quickly.

The driver half-believingly let them get into the car.

Mushui always felt that if Jiao Yan was not too big to beat at first sight, the driver would not be willing to let them go up.

Everyone didn't pay attention when Jiao Yan got into the car, so he lay upright in the car.

Fortunately, the car is an extended business minivan, otherwise it really wouldn't fit him.

The driver couldn't help but look back: "Your friend... you have strange habits..."

Mushui: "..."

Mushui also took a look at Jiao Yan, Jiao Yan was hard.Lying there upright, if the driver was more timid, he might think they were carrying a corpse.

Fortunately, the journey was very short. When the car stopped at the designated place, the three got out of the car one after another and entered the building.

The driver patted his thigh in the back and remembered: "Aren't the people living here all celebrities? The one just now was actually a star, right? Where did he get sick from? Hey, the acting is really resembling!"

While going upstairs, Mushui lowered his head and flipped through text messages on his phone.

Another dozen or so account notifications.

Mushui skipped it directly, and flipped through other text messages instead.

"What are you looking for?" Qi Xinghan asked after taking a look.

"I sent Yuan Sheng a text message, but he didn't reply me, um, he must have his eyes tied..." Mushui muttered.

The elevator door opens.

At this time, Mushui also edited a new text message and sent it out.

After Mushui finished sending the text message, he threw the phone back into his pocket and walked out with Qi Xinghan.

They opened the door and entered the house.

Turning around, Jiao Yan was already standing inside the door.

Mushui almost wondered if he was really a stone pillar, otherwise how could he move so silently?

When it comes to who is more like a corpse, Mushui thinks Jiao Yan is more like him.

"Can you sit?" Mushui raised his head and asked Jiao Yan.

Jiao Yan shook his head.

Mushui had no choice but to walk over, grabbed his hand, tugged, but couldn't move...

"You have to move your legs!"

Jiao Yan looked at him blankly, obviously he couldn't move his legs.

Mushui had no choice but to change the method. He pointed to the sofa: "There, can I go?"

Jiao Yan nodded.

"Okay, then go sit there and wait for me." After Mushui finished speaking, he turned and went into the kitchen, took out the glass, health pot, scented tea, made a pot of tea, and shared three cups.

Drink some hot flower tea in winter, how warm it is.

Mushui turned around and went out with the cup in hand, and then saw Jiao Yan standing on the sofa of Qi Xinghan's house in a daze, if it wasn't for the high ceiling of Qi Xinghan's house, Jiao Yan would have been stuck between the ceiling and the sofa.

Mushui: "..."

This is really a direct move.

Mushui gave Qi Xinghan a cup, and stuffed another cup for Jiao Yan.

Jiao Yan raised his hand clumsily, holding the teacup.

"Are you really unable to sit down?" Mushui stood beside him and raised his hand to tap his leg.

Jiao Yan: "Yeah."

Mushui was helpless, but he chose to respect the habits of each patient.

"Then get off Brother Qi's sofa and stand here." Mushui pointed to the place beside him.

How big is Jiao Yan, don't crush the sofa.

Jiao Yan: "Yeah."

What he uttered most often was the sound of these two characters. After listening to it too much, Mushui almost felt like a honeycomb had been planted in his mouth.

Mushui felt more like a kindergarten teacher.

He stretched out his hand: "Have you finished drinking?"

Qi Xinghan obediently returned the teacup to him.

Jiao Yan followed Mushui's example first, raised his head stiffly, raised his hand, and took a sip, all the tea was sucked away. Then he imitated Qi Xinghan's action and returned the teacup to Mushui.

Mushui almost boasted: "It's really good."

Fortunately, I didn't say that my arm is also a part of the pillar, and it is the stone that cannot move.

Otherwise, it would be fatal, and I have to feed him in the future, right?

Mushui took the teacup to wash, and when he turned back, Jiao Yan got off the sofa.

Mushui wanted to look at the hole in his head again, but he was not tall enough, so he could only move the chair over, then took off his shoes and stood on the chair, so that he could be on par with Jiao Yan.

He stretched out his hand and brushed the hair on his anxious forehead.

Jiao Yan stared at him blankly, his breath stopped.

Mushui did not misread it, there was indeed a hole on the upper part of Jiao Yan's forehead, about the size of a walnut, and the hole was irregular, as if it had been forcibly dug open.

But at a glance, there was no flesh or brain inside, only a piece of darkness.

that's good...

At least it's not going to be a horror movie every day.

But Mushui couldn't help but frowned.

Who did this?

Which hospital dares to do this?

What about his parents and relatives?

Mushui went through the address of Jiao Yan's house recorded in the information in his mind, and it seems that if he is free, he can go and have a look.

When he visited Qi Xinghan's house, he gained a lot.

"Can I go to your house?" Mushui asked.

"..."

"Jiao Yan?"

"..."

Mushui looked down, only to find that Jiao Yan held his breath and was looking at him steadfastly.

Probably because of his background as an athlete, he held his breath for a while, but he didn't see his face turn red and his neck thick.If it was just another person standing here, suddenly feeling that Jiao Yan was out of breath, and still staring blankly like this, he must have been frightened first.

"Can I go to your house?" Mushui looked into his eyes and asked softly.

Something seemed to flash past Jiao Yan's eyes, and his always dull expression also changed.

He breathed lightly, looked at Mushui carefully, like, like... shy?

Mushui jumped off the chair, and asked another way: "Can't I go?"

Only then did Jiao Yan shake his head and nodded again.

Mushui understood what he meant: "Okay, I see, let's go another day...now..." Mushui turned to look at Qi Xinghan: "Brother Qi, does he have a place to live?"

Qi Xinghan answered very simply: "No."

Qi Xinghan's house looks very big, but there is only one guest room, after all, he almost never has anyone boarding here.

Mushui nodded: "Then let's do this, I'll take him directly to my house."

There is one more patient, and it is indeed not suitable to live here.

Qi Xinghan paused: "He can sleep in the living room."

"The living room is cold."

"study."

"There is no place to sleep in the study."

"Gym."

"There's no gym either?"

Qi Xinghan was silent: "How many bedrooms are there in your house?"

Mushui snapped his fingers: "Three."

"I can sleep in the living room." Qi Xinghan said.

Mushui: "?"

Qi Xinghan: "Let's go, let's go to your house together."

Mushui: "...Actually, where I live is not far from here, it's only two streets away." Speaking of which, Mushui still has a bit of a pain in the ass, just two streets away, and it's still considered a good location, and the price is not bad. cheap.

Qi Xinghan: "It's too far away."

"But the environment over there is not good. If you live there, you won't get used to it..."

"I can adapt. It just so happens that there have been more reporters staying here recently, so hide away."

Mushui: "Well, that's fine."

Mushui didn't know how good Qi Xinghan's relationship with the media was. Thinking about it was the same reason, so he easily compromised.

the other end.

The phone screen lights up.

The Filipino maid walked over and held out her hand.

"Don't touch it." The man who was lying on the sofa suddenly sat up, his voice was hoarse, with a bit of hostility.

The Filipino maid immediately timidly stopped, turned to look at the man: "Your mobile phone?"

The phone looks like an old second-hand smart phone, the paint is almost peeling off.

The man got up and walked over, grabbed his phone, and flipped through the text messages.

One after another.

[Is Brother Yuan better? 】

[Is Brother Yuan feeling better today?Don't wear a vest to go out, it's cold. ]【Did Brother Yuan go to the amusement park today?Don't eat instant noodles, it's bad for your health. 】……

[Brother Yuan, the [-]rd is here, when are you coming back? 】Obviously it was just dry words, but the moment it was entered into the eyes, the tone and expression of the other party's speech was immediately outlined in the brain, and even the eyes could be imagined to be soft and intoxicating.

The author has something to say: Brother Yuan: If you send another text message, Brother Yuan really won’t be able to come back.