Dusk, Haigu People's Hospital.
A woman in her forties left the gift shop with a lifeless bouquet of flowers in her arms. The edges of the pink carnation petals turned yellow, and the surrounding stars fell into pieces.
The woman has a hunched back and dull eyebrows. She was wearing a colorful T-shirt that didn't match her age, and the flowers in her arms couldn't cover up the faint smell of sweat.
She lowered her head and walked towards the hospital area. People passing by would glance at her for no more than two seconds.
The inconspicuous woman approached the ward in the inpatient area step by step.
“…”
Not long after, the door to the ward closed behind her.
The old man in the ward turned his head. After seeing the person clearly, he slowly put away the smile on his face.
"It's you."
Standing in the ward surveillance room is still the woman in her forties holding a flower. In the eyes of the old man, the "person" in front of him looked completely different -
"I went to see how Fu Xingchuan and Li Nian were doing, and when I found food that could be eaten, I ate it."
Her tone was calm and relaxed, as if she was describing how many more bites of ingredients she had eaten before starting the meal.
"...My fault." Mr. Qiu laughed dryly. "I didn't use my words carefully. I just wanted to save my compatriots so much that I was a little anxious."
"Humans age quickly and forget quickly. I thought you knew this."
"You won't like the news about the mass suicide of members of the Sinking Society... You still have to wait to train another group of collaborators. The result will be the same, little guy."
Mr. Qiu’s dry throat moved.
"You can continue to call me 'Qi Xin'." She said, "Qi Xin from Gengsheng Town is dead. There is no other Qi Xin nearby. I like this name."
"We are not here for fun." Mr. Qiu frowned and hissed.
"If you think I've disrupted your rhythm, you can postpone the action ten, twenty years... or a hundred years, and I have no problem with that."
Considering Qi Xin's "essence", this guy's ability as a teammate is average, but his ability to hold him back is at its peak. She could cause them huge trouble at any time if she wanted to.
"Hush - be careful what you say." An indistinguishable male and female voice came from the depths of the vortex, "If you want to keep a low profile, you have to ask the humans of the Sinking Society to help you with your research..."
The old man was shocked all over.
Qi Xin fiddled with the bouquet of flowers, and she pulled the dry gypsophila until it rustled down. The setting sun shines through the window, and the white dried flowers are dyed light red, like fresh meat scraps. She didn't stop moving and was playing with great concentration.
"Compatriots? Your rhetoric is becoming more and more human-like." She retracted her neck and continued playing with the flowers. "It's really uncomfortable to hear."
"What are you doing here?"
The thin woman turned her head, and all the features on her face disappeared, leaving only a vague dark vortex. Qi Xin's neck was bent ninety degrees, her joints made a trembling sound, and her deformed face rushed straight towards Mr. Qiu.
A plain black work suit, cheap flats. The woman's eyes were slender, the ends of her eyes were red as if she had been crying, and her hair was tightly pulled into a bun at the back of her head.
Qi Xin rushed towards Mr. Qiu and moved her cheek slightly. A crack opened in the side of her face. The crack squirmed for a few seconds and turned into a slender eye.
A clear threat.
He began to understand why "The One" wanted to bring this old trouble down.
The whirlpool on Qi Xin's face gradually changed back to his facial features, and his brows were extremely cold.
Qi Xin stopped playing with the flowers.
"...Don't think that because 'you' are older, you can be so unscrupulous. There have been people older than you before, and you know the outcome."
Qi Xin swept away the fallen gypsophila on the back of his hand, and the withered white flowers fell on the table, as silent as snow flakes. The extra eye looked at Mr. Qiu happily without blinking.
The old man, Mr. Qiu, looked at her profile, and the disgust seemed to be fixed on his face.
"Um... screwed up?" Qi Xin opened the bouquet and put the half-dead flowers into the vase. "When you asked me to come with you, you clearly promised that I could eat whatever I want."
You can't interfere with "that one's" plan.
"It's not like I can't live without you. Even though I'm of a different species from those two, I feel more comfortable working with them. You—"
He sat up from the hospital bed.
So far, Qi Xin has basically disobeyed orders. Fortunately, she has not deliberately sabotaged their actions. The future is uncertain. "That one" is more likely to keep unstable factors around him than to draw combat power.
The old man gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to curse something, but when those slender eyes looked at him, he couldn't say even a single word.
"I just want to say one thing when I come back. I don't care about your heroic spirit, but I don't want to go hungry." Qi Xin said, "A little suggestion, you'd better control the planning time to more than fifty years. This generation There is something interesting about human beings, it’s best to wait until they weaken before taking action.”
Next to the cub was guarding "Zhong Chengshuo", and even she couldn't see through the weirdo.
"Well, you three are not here for fun, I am."
Qi Xin closed his mouth tightly, and his voice came out from nowhere.
The old man did not hide the disgust on his face.
Mr. Qiu remained silent.
"There is no gathering today—you messed up the Gengsheng Town matter, and we haven't settled the accounts with you yet."
Mr. Qiu was silent for a while and then hissed.
She bared her teeth at him.
Qi Xin's slender body stopped beside the bed, her neck stretched out as softly as a bone, and the dark vortex almost touched the tip of Mr. Qiu's nose.
Judging from Shi'an's attitude, they just suspected that the cub was related to the evil spirit. Regarding the evil truth, those poor people didn't even scratch the surface of their understanding. But with Fu Xingchuan and Li Nian in this generation, it’s hard to say how things will develop.
Just wait another fifty years.
Fifty years later, Fu Xingchuan and Li Nian had their necks buried in loess and could not pose any threat. Zhong Cheng said that he would become an old man of about eighty years old, and it was hard to say whether he could go up and down the stairs by himself.
At that time, the relationship between Shi'an and the cub should be settled, and when everything comes to an end, she can just decide how to act.
But...except for myself, it is still unknown whether the "other three" are willing to wait fifty years.
For example, this Mr. Qiu.
As she expected, Mr. Qiu's voice suddenly became excited: "Why wait? Did you find anything in Gengsheng Town? I heard that Huang Liang disappeared, and even the swallowing snake was taken back by Shi'an and arranged What kind of "Rare and Evil Object Reserve" can you do this with just that Fu Xingchuan?"
"Is it the pair that Shen Shen will pay attention to..." Qi Xin's tone was extremely calm: "Fu Xingchuan did it, he was just unlucky. Those two evil creatures were not controlled by imitations, and he lost his fighting spirit... As for the nine groups Those two boys are considered normal human beings."
She told lies smoothly.
"I'm just comprehensively evaluating the situation of the leaders of Shi'an and giving my suggestions."
"So your suggestion is to 'wait for 50 years before talking'? You still ask me to tell you this kind of thing that you said so badly?" Mr. Qiu showed a confused expression.
"Yeah, I hate you, and I hate the other two even more."
After saying that, Qi Xin straightened up. She patted the dried flower crumbs on her hands and walked towards the door without looking back.
Mr. Qiu: "Hello."
Cheap flat shoes hit the ground, making a regular thumping sound.
"Hello!"
Qi Xin grabbed the doorknob with his right hand and moved smoothly.
"Is it because of 'his' death that you have been treating us this way?"
Qi Xin's hand holding the door paused.
She didn't answer. After a moment, Qi Xin left the room quietly, and the door to the ward was gently closed.
"…bastard thing."
Mr. Qiu fell back on the soft pillow at the head of the bed.
With Qi Xin's perfunctory attitude, he didn't bother to share the latest information with her. Mr. Qiu just received the news in the morning that Shi'an is about to usher in the triennial joint exercise competition.
Shi'an has always suspected that the two people in the ninth group are related to the "evil". This execution mission has caused such a big fuss, and the follow-up observation will not stop immediately.
"But since the two humans in Group Nine are not a big problem." He moved his withered fingers, "It doesn't matter if I just play around, right?"
"Wow."
One of Mr. Qiu’s targets was filled with wonder.
Yin Ren pulled his attention away from Zhong Chengshuo himself and saw clearly the information on the wall - one after another, all of which were special murder cases that occurred after the "god descended".
"Formal introduction, these are my biological parents."
Zhong Cheng walked over to one of the newspaper clippings and pointed at the young man and woman on it.
The words "serial murder" next to it are particularly eye-catching. If you look closely, you can see that there are words like "executed" written in the small print.
Yin Ren: "..."
He never thought that the process of meeting his parents would have to happen a second time, and that the second time would be so strange.
For a moment, he thought a lot in his feverish mind. Lord Ghost King squinted at the information on the entire wall, and countless bloody stories quickly came to his mind.
"Stop." He raised his right hand and spoke confidently, "Yeah, let me guess first! You found out that you were adopted when you were a teenager, and decided to investigate the mystery of your life experience. During the investigation, you found that your parents were serial murderers."
"You discovered the existence of the gods and decided to step into this world. Completely understand the events of the year, the motives of your parents, and trace the fate of the previous generation. During the investigation, you gradually became the King of Hell."
Yin Ren shook his finger and was very satisfied with the script he had written.
"Well, if you add an element of suffering. You discovered your character problem early on and decided to use the method of hunting evil creatures and murderers to relieve your desire for destruction - am I right?"
Zhong Cheng said with an expressionless face and clapped his hands.
Yin Ren snorted and said, "Ginger is still hot when you are old." As soon as he hummed the word "ginger", he heard his boyfriend's solemn comment.
"That's amazing." Zhong Cheng said, stopping his applause, "Not even one of them is right."
Yin Ren: "?!"
The corner of Yin Ren's mouth twitched: "Jiang... If Shi'an finds something wrong in the future, we will use this to mislead!"
Zhong Cheng tilted his head and thought for a while, then reluctantly nodded.
"So what's going on with your biological parents?" Yin Ren continued to ask cautiously.
"Scumbags like Guo Laifu. These are just routine investigations. I have no special interest in them."
"What about hunting evil things?"
"Research equipment and equipment are expensive. I need money."
"...Torturing the murderer!"
"The project data is needed." Zhong Chengshuo explained seriously, "Do you want to see their brain CT and blood hormone index?"
Yin Ren was stunned.
Every time he thought Comrade Xiao Zhong's plan was far away in the atmosphere, the man would sit back on the floor.
"Then you study the divine descent." Yin Ren asked almost desperately, "It can't be out of personal interest, right?"
This time, Zhong Cheng said there was no answer.
"Step by step." He thought for a while and said seriously. "I will tell you when our relationship goes further. Just like bank card passwords, these are marriage-level secrets."
"That's what I said..."
Yin Ren's heart was scratching his head, but he had no way to refute.
So he decided to spread the pain.
Yin Ren took out the dog thing and prepared to slap it on the table. Halfway through the filming, he braked suddenly and carefully untied the rice and the little hamster, and then put the dog things on the table with a "bang".
Dog thing: "Woof woo woo..."
"I know now, Wang." Yin Ren squeaked and cracked his knuckles, "If you confess, you will be stricter and if you resist, it will be even stricter. The place is just right. Please explain to us."
"That Qi Xin, what's going on?"
(End of chapter)