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Master Huo said to wait, then wait.
The old lady forbade the master, and even made tea to entertain. As the master's apprentice, Lin Xun also received half of the respect.
While waiting, he looked around the house.
Perhaps because of the dampness in the bathroom, the wall covering of the ceiling is raised, and there is a layer of green mold on the edge, which is very frightening with the sound of ticking water next door.
The room is small and simply furnished, with some unremarkable plastic children's drawings on the walls. In the entire room, only one thing caught Lin Xun's attention.
It's a photo on the desk.
In a black frame, a woman is holding a child.
The child—that is, Mingming, who is lying on the bed now, looks like two or three years old in the photo. The woman holding him had short hair—a rare, very short kind, burnt yellow, small studs, black. She is about thirty-five and has two nasolabial lines on her face, her eyes are big but fierce, and her lower eyeliner is heavily drawn - thank you Lin Ting, Lin Xun also knows what "lower eyeliner" is.
At the same time, her lipstick was also heavily smeared, and she was wearing a red short-sleeved top and sweatpants on the bottom—Lin Xun didn’t know how to describe it, but she could only say that this woman had a social atmosphere, like a big brother’s woman. .
Old Man Huo obviously noticed it too, only to hear him ask, "Is this the mother of the doll?"
"My daughter." The old lady said, "It's not too much to go home."
Old man Huo half-folded his eyelids and nodded, indicating that he knew.
Lin Xun defined Mingming as a left-behind child in his heart.
The waiting time was long, and he took out his phone and fiddled with it a few times.
The crowd of people who love each other is still very lively - there are more monsters at night, so the middle of the night is also the most active time for everyone's exorcism activities.
People in the group are exchanging information, or sending messages to tell everyone how many monsters they have captured.
In a pile of reports, a message jumped out.
Sending Inkstone Sect-Feihong: Three Demon Seeds of Tiandu Media Have Been Killed
Xiaoyaozi: /thumbs
Lin Xun "?"
Is Qi Yun an undercover agent so realistic
He opened the private chat.
After the hot search incident that day, Qi Yun kept sending him messages, asking about the purchase method of hot search, but Lin Xun hadn't replied to him yet.
A happy pointer: Are you okay
Sending Inkstone Sect-Feihong: When I can enter the fourth floor of Chaoyang Community, I will be able to get the instrument back for Master
A happy pointer: now you can't get it, I see.
Sending Inkstone Zong-Feihong:…
Sending Inkstone Zong-Feihong: So where did you find your sponsor
Lin Xun suddenly wanted to show off.
A happy pointer: a gift from a cat.
Sending Inkstone Zong-Feihong: Where are you and me
A happy pointer: I don't like yours because I'm cute.
Sending Inkstone Sect - Feihong: Vomiting
Sending Inkstone Sect-Feihong: I have never seen an old man or a rich woman. I advise you not to be complacent. My Sword Sect disciples never do this kind of thing
This person not only speaks without periods, but also uses spaces instead of commas. Lin Xun's desire to chat was stifled again.
He sent Qi Yun a goodbye emoji and quit the chat.
He began to study hard and read the paper for nearly an hour - this is very insightful, he saved it, and planned to use it as a topic for the next chat with Dongjun.
His time was very accurate. After reading the paper, he walked a few times tremblingly in seconds, and it was exactly twelve o'clock.
The child's body shook violently.
The world was suddenly silent, as if it had been evacuated suddenly, only the sound of dripping water next door was particularly clear.
One drop, two drops, three drops.
Mingming on the bed was breathing rapidly, his lips were blue and purple, his hands and feet were twitching unnaturally, and his nystagmus was trembling.
As time passed by, his convulsions became more and more severe. Just when Lin Xun could hardly help dialing 120, he suddenly shouted: "Ah!"
The old lady shivered: "Just... that's it."
I saw Mingming's body curled up, and at a certain moment, he let out a sharp scream again, and then his limbs stiffened, rolling from the middle of the bed to the side.
- This kind of performance, it seems that an invisible person is hitting him hard.
continue.
The child's cry rose a little, his fists clenched, his body bent into an unnatural posture.
Lin Xun frowned at his actions.
a moment, a moment, a moment...
Although the child's movements are very intense and crazy because of the violent convulsions, they are rhythmic.
Lin Xun looked at the wall.
The next second, he saw that the eyes of old man Huo were also directed there.
Lin Xun took out the keyboard from his backpack and held it in front of him.
The next moment, Old Man Huo's eyes flashed!
He suddenly got up from his chair!
The door of the room was only open, and was pulled open by the old man Huo.
Lin Xun followed closely.
He saw old man Huo kicking the bathroom door violently!
At this moment, he still didn't know what to do. After estimating the layout of the bathroom, he fumbled around the door frame with his right hand, and turned on the bathroom light in the next second.
The miserable white light came on, and the next moment, his heart was beating wildly.
The old lady screamed from behind: "Ah!"
A figure, a shadow, without a concrete shape, a pure black shadow. Elongated body, slender limbs.
He was half-bent, his right hand—perhaps a part that could barely be called a right hand, took something in the shape of an axe, and tapped it against the wall.
The faucet next to it seemed to be broken or not turned on, dripping water drop by drop. And this thing swings its axe and smashes the wall at exactly the same frequency as water drops.
The old man Huo shouted: "Where is the evildoer!"
He raised the gossip mirror in his hand high, and a golden light seemed to flash through the mirror, stabbing the shadow!
The black shadow froze, stopped, and turned his head slowly—perhaps not a head, just a black head-like shadow.
The next moment, he suddenly rushed towards the old man Huo.
Old man Huo raised his palms to meet the enemy.
The black shadow has no entity, just like a 3D image projected by a virtual projection, it directly penetrated Old Man Huo's body and attacked in the direction of Lin Xun.