monster guardian

"What did you say?" Tan Jing blurted out, even the glasses he had just adjusted were so shocked that they fell off the bridge of his nose, and if it wasn't for the chain hanging around his neck, he would have fallen out of his hoodie.

Small drama manager: "Cough, cough cough... cough cough cough... I... can't say... I can't..."

Yuan Sheng let go of his hand.

The little drama manager glanced at Yuan Sheng shyly. This man who looks like a catwalk model and looks like a popular star is a bit scary.

Tan Jing hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he just couldn't accept such news suddenly."

Tan Jing said, and murmured: "Actually, I can't accept it either."

Small drama: "..."

After listening to Tan Jing's words, not only did the little drama manager not relax, but he became more nervous.

From head to toe, this man, who was tightly tied up like a mummy, was airtight. Even if what he said were words of apology and comfort, it wouldn't make people feel at ease!

It will only make people feel even more weird!

"Please tell us carefully." Tan Jing took out a wad of money from his pocket and handed it to the little drama manager.

小剧务瞪大了眼，他颤抖着接过了钱，粗略一数。1、2、3、4……23张！

2300!

Just to ask a question that has already been circulated on the Internet?

"Not enough?" Tan Jing patted him on the shoulder: "Please make it clear, I will give you more money."

The little drama manager swallowed.

What kind of existence is this Mr. Mu?Since he has a close relationship with Brother Qi, all the people he brought with him look rich.From this point of view, this gentleman is so strange, probably because of his personality...

The small drama director stopped stuttering, told the story from beginning to end, and even took out his mobile phone and handed it to Yuan Sheng.

Yuan Sheng only glanced at it: "Jiao Yan is not dead."

Tan Jing nodded: "I reckon he won't die either."

The little drama manager was confused when he heard it, and thought to himself, how could anyone survive the explosion like this?

"But Mushui is hard to say." Tan Jing frowned, with a hint of worry in his tone.

"If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, it doesn't count." Yuan Sheng said in a deep voice.

Tan Jing asked suspiciously: "Where will Qi Xinghan go?"

"Going to find the owner of the Cherokee."

"Then we..."

"Let's go to the police station first, I want to get Mushui's body." When he said the last half of the sentence, Yuan Sheng's tone became obviously heavy.

Tan Jing casually took out another wad of money from his pocket, and stuffed it into the arms of the little drama manager: "Okay, thank you, you can go." Then he turned around and followed Yuan Sheng away with great strides.

The little drama manager held the money in his arms blankly, and couldn't help but sigh after a while: "... so many people treat him well, it's not worthwhile for Mr. Mu to die at this time."

There were reporters squatting nearby, who had noticed the movement here early in the morning, and when they heard the exclamation of the small drama manager at this moment, they immediately surrounded them, and did not mention it for another interview.

Yuan Sheng and Tan Jing arrived at the airport.

Tan Jing made a phone call, and soon someone delivered the ticket.

"The plane has to wait for two hours to take off." Tan Jing said with a frown.

Yuan Sheng glanced down at the time: "I knew I should have prepared a private jet." He said, fastening the mask on his face, and there was a hint of anxiety faintly exuding from his body.

"The air route is limited today. We are not going to an ordinary city." Tan Jing said, and couldn't help but said: "If you show yourself, maybe you can move your butt, and we will arrive."

Yuan Sheng raised his head coldly.

The clown mask on his face also stared at Tan Jing coldly.

Tan Jing shut up embarrassingly.

If they can show their abnormal side generously like human beings, and walk in the crowd with abnormality normally, then they don't need it either, one lives in seclusion in the mountains, and the other lives in a dark basement where the sun cannot be seen.

They waited for two hours in the VIP lounge for the notice of the delay.

Tan Jing shrank her tall body, a little afraid to look in Yuan Sheng's direction.

Even though Yuan Sheng was wearing a mask, he couldn't see Yuan Sheng's expression at all, and he didn't dare to look over there.

The aura accumulated on Yuan Sheng's body was getting bigger and bigger, and Tan Jing could even vaguely feel that a powerful aura formed around him.The entire aura is like a big balloon inflated to the extreme, once something pokes on it, it will explode with astonishing momentum.

Tan Jing even became more careful with his breathing.

Finally, they waited until the plane took off.

When they arrived, there was already fine rain in the sky.

Tan Jing lifted his hat a little, looked up, and sighed: "This is how it is played in TV dramas. When it rains, either the heroine caught her boyfriend cheating, or the heroine broke up with the hero, or the hero was seriously ill. If he dies, he will die soon... Anyway, nothing good will happen."

Yuan Sheng didn't make a sound.

Tan Jing noticed a bit of danger, so he quickly changed his words: "Of course, this little bit of rain doesn't count as farts. People's TV shows are full of heavy rain, so that the plot can be highlighted."

As soon as Tan Jing's voice fell, the outside changed from rain to pouring rain.

Tan Jing: ...

Fuck my mouth.

He slapped himself.

Tan Jing grinned, and said again: "I didn't mean that, Brother Yuan. But..."

Tan Jing suddenly withdrew all his emotions, and said in a low voice, "Brother Yuan. If it is true... people are gone. You should be prepared. In fact, think about it, monsters like us are destined to be like this in this life No. We can’t have the family affection and love that normal people can have. The more we want to keep things, the more we can’t keep them... We don’t know when we will die, and we don’t know when we will fall into a new overlapping space... "

"Even if Mushui is alive now. You like him, and it happens that he likes you too. How many years can you live, and how many years can he live?"

"If he knows what kind of monster you are, can he still accept it?"

"Qi Xinghan is also a monster." Yuan Sheng said suddenly.

"Huh? What is Qi Xinghan like?"

"He has a bone knife growing in his body."

Tan Jing was silent for a while: "...Brother Yuan, I didn't say that, even if you have a knife in your body, you still look better than your original shape."

Yuan Sheng kicked off the gas pedal.

Tan Jing knocked his head on the glass window.

"..." Tan Jing shut up.

Why doesn't this person like to listen to the truth?

"Who is uglier, Qi Xinghan or I?" Yuan Sheng asked.

Tan Jing: "..."

"When you are human, the two of you are on par." Tan Jing swallowed, "When you are not human, he is ugly, he is ugly."

"He has seen Qi Xinghan before, so he doesn't have the slightest fear." Yuan Sheng said in a low and firm tone, "Of course he won't be afraid of me."

When he saw the boy for the first time, his appearance was already terrifying enough.

Wearing a mask, looking downcast.

The boy didn't care either.

... As long as Mushui is alive, nothing is impossible.

Yuan Sheng's eyeballs were gradually filled with patches of black.

He stared straight ahead without saying a word, looking a little scary.

Tan Jing chose to shut up.

The car drove all the way to the gate of the police station.

Only then did Tan Jing speak out: "What shall we do now?"

Yuan Sheng pushed open the car door and strode down: "Get his body."

Tan Jing nodded, and hurriedly took out her elderly mobile phone and began to dial out while recalling the number: "Hi, I'm Tan Jing."

The person on the other end responded eagerly.

After a while, someone greeted him from the police station.

Tan Jing pulled the hoodie on her body, and then turned her head to look, but Yuan Sheng was nowhere to be seen.

Yuan Sheng easily entered the forensic room.

There were many people standing in the forensic room, including the forensic doctor and the police officers who were in charge of guarding the corpse to ensure that it would not be stolen this time.

When Yuan Sheng walked in, they were all taken aback: "What are you doing—"

Their words only had time to get here before they got stuck in their throats.

A huge phantom appeared on the man's body, and that phantom gradually solidified, enclosing the entire forensic room with an overwhelming momentum, even blocking the lights in the room.

Everyone was shrouded in a huge black shadow.

The surroundings quickly fell into darkness.

Their eyes widened in horror, and for a moment they almost thought they were dreaming.

Under extreme panic, they lost their voices and even lost the ability to control their bodies.

They could only watch helplessly as the man wearing a clown mask, as if he had just stepped out of a horror movie, came to the dissecting table.

Yuan Sheng took off his mask and looked at the dissection table.

The boy lying on it turned into a big piece of coke, and his body still exuded an unpleasant smell.It looks kind of ugly, and kind of funny.

Yuan Sheng fastened the mask around his waist, and his breathing was slightly stagnant.

He didn't make a sound, just picked up the coke on it and threw it on his back.

Something stretched out from his back, binding the charred young man securely.

Everyone watched him take the body away like this.

At the gate of the police station, Tan Jing pulled on his hoodie and said with a smile, "I'm here today..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a phantom coming out of the police station and approaching the off-road vehicle parked by the side of the road.

The rain was falling, blurring his vision.

Tan Jing tried hard to take a closer look.

Yuan Sheng just swaggered and stole the corpse.

Depend on.

If he knew this earlier, why would he call?

"I'll come over today to say hello to you. Nothing else." Tan Jing said with a smile.

The other party was flattered: "Don't dare, if Tan Shao is fine, let's give Tan Shao a chance at night?"

"No, I have something to do. There are quite a lot of things to do, so I won't talk about it for now." Tan Jing turned his head, not even the umbrella handed over by the director, and quickly ran to the off-road vehicle.

When Tan Jing got into the car, he saw a charcoal-like humanoid creature in the car.

Tan Jing took a breath: "Mu Shui?"

Yuan Sheng didn't make a sound.

Tan Jing murmured: "Fuck, Brother Yuan, the baby you took so much care to protect, it has become like this... If it were me, I would be so mad."

"You drive." Yuan Sheng said coldly.

"Okay, I'll drive. I hope that no pedestrians will be scared to death by me, thinking that there is a ghost in the driver's seat." Tan Jing sat in the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator: "Where are we going now?"

"go home."

"go home?"

"I remember there is an official organization in Beijing."

"Understood!"