Fujiang couldn't be the child of a crying woman, she knew that, but she didn't know if the other party saw it—
The crying woman hugged Fujiang so tightly that her newly grown neck was a little sore.
After a while, the crying woman let go of her hands again, carefully lifted Fujiang, looked at her face, and squeezed the sound of crying out of her throat as she watched.
Because of the excitement, the voice even changed a tune.
Crying woman: "Hey."
Fu Jiang: "... woo."
Fu Jiang was inexplicably nervous.
She hadn't felt this kind of emotion for a long time—even when Xiao Li was about to cook chicken breasts, she had never been so nervous, because at that time she knew in her heart that as long as she was willing to say it, the other party would not cook it seriously. familiar with her.
But Fujiang is facing the crying woman at this moment, but she is not sure about the other party's emotions. If she tells the truth, will the other party swallow her in anger? !
And the crying woman is also a ghost, and her proud beauty can't work...
Fujiang twisted his neck, trying to speed up his growth, but he couldn't really grow up for a while, and could only be held in his arms by the crying woman, waiting for the other party's identification.
The crying woman moved very slowly. She seemed to have lost her memory of her child. She couldn't even recognize Fu Jiang's obvious features. She hesitated to change Fu Jiang's position into a baby hug.
Ye Zeqing: "..."
Could it be that this female ghost really wants to treat Fujiang as a child? ! Are you kidding me
The scene was suffocating for a while.
Hull thought about a lot of ways to break out of the siege, from the normal use of props to escape, to the Moriarty-style tipping his legs, but he never thought that he could hand Fujiang to the crying woman to recognize her relatives.
He was in a daze, when Xiao Li in front had taken the opportunity to stand out from the crying woman, walked out of the surrounding room of the Shura Field, walked into the elevator, held down the elevator door that was about to close, and stuck out a head to urge them: "Would you like to go?"
"G, go! I am ing!"
Hull responded, and he carefully avoided the crying woman with the other samsara and walked into the elevator together.
And Fujiang was left in the arms of the crying woman, she smelled a stench, she looked diagonally upwards, and instantly met the other's eyes without whites—
She knew that the other party recognized her identity.
Fujiang immediately changed her tone and expression, just the white lotus in the clear water. Although her skin color made her look a little strange, she was still a strange beauty, she said innocently and pitifully like green tea: " I'm forced, I'm one of Moriarty's PTSD sufferers, and we're on the same front!"
… To sum up in one sentence, friendly troops, don’t shoot.
The crying woman understood, but it was useless, and the hand that should have dropped still fell towards Fujiang.
—
in the elevator.
Ri Yan scratched his face, he looked at the barrage in front of him, and said nothing.
[I can only hear the voice, guessing blindly, could it be Sister Fujiang?]
[Oh my god, the boss gave Sister Fujiang to Sister Crying as his daughter? !]
[Sister Fujiang looks delicious now... I hope sister crying doesn't eat her because she is too angry.]
[嘤嘤嘤, I also cried, I was moved to tears, the crying sister recognized her relatives at the scene, I hope Fujiang can heal the crying sister's heart that lost her hair.]
[How to heal... Use her body ↑ body ↓?]
Riyan couldn't hold back, the last sentence inexplicably pricked his laughter, he laughed, but after attracting the attention of others, he immediately used a cough to disguise himself: "cough cough cough."
Ye Zeqing glanced at him quickly and slapped Yan on the back of the head in the past, but he was thinking about their mission now, so he didn't run on him.
Judging from Taotie talking to the manager alone, but both of them died, the ghosts in this dungeon world are still quite deadly, but Moriarty is more detached from the five elements, and it is likely that the ghosts are angry and alive. .
But from another angle, could it be that... Taotie found a clue and was killed
Could the clues of these strange stories be the information of the messenger behind the scenes
Thinking of this, Ye Zeqing told the result of his thinking.
Lingzi pondered for a while and then said: "But we didn't see any useful clues in the office just now, other than knowing how the Specter came to reality..."
It was only at this time that Hull retracted his gaze that he had been putting on Xiao Li: "I think we have overlooked one point, and that is the lethal condition."
"Even those of us who are reincarnated have to open the door to weird talk before they will be completely involved in this incident, otherwise the mission would not have specifically asked for it."
Maybach took over his words: "That is to say, this strange incident did not accidentally hurt innocent people, the security and the manager must have violated some dead end to lead to death - such as opening the door of room 909, or... seeing a strange story The messenger behind?"
Ye Zeqing asked Xiao Li, "What do you think?"
Xiao Li lowered his head and pondered for a while, instead of answering Ye Zeqing's question directly, he instead asked a sentence: "I gave Fu Jiang to the crying woman, what do you think?"
Ye Zeqing was a little puzzled: "You... did a good job?"
Could it be that because he didn't applaud Xiao Li, Xiao Li lacked a sense of accomplishment
Hel, who was standing on the side, didn't think in the same direction as Ye Zeqing. He thought of a deeper place - Moriarty's move, was he trying to test that thing? If this is really the case, then every strange action of the other party that seems to be betraying the Tao actually hides the information he wants to get from the ghost.
How can such a person be unknown in China
Xiao Li said helplessly: "... No, I mean, after I handed Fu Jiang to the crying woman, her reaction."
"She seems to have really regarded Fujiang as her daughter at first," Ye Zeqing recalled, "Although I took a look when I entered the elevator, she knew that she was going to attack Fujiang, and she really wanted to see the battle of the century between these two ghosts. ."
Xiao Li: "Fujiang is very different from her real daughter, right? Since her bizarre talk is a crybaby looking for the whereabouts of her children, then it is obvious that at least she can't remember the child's appearance, but this time she recognized it. a long time."
"—It's like Fujiang doesn't remember her past memories, the details of these strange stories and ghosts are all in common." Hull interjected, his eyes looking at Xiao Li became more and more hot.
He thought it was true, Moriarty was trying to test the crying woman in this way, the type of teammate he admired the most, and Hull praised in an exaggerated tone that he found characteristic of Westerners: "Mo, you are really a Weird!"
Now Hull has completely forgotten his expectations of meeting Sherlock in the first place, he feels that Sherlock must not be as good as Moriarty!
Xiao Li: "...?!"
He didn't know how to respond to this, whether it was a compliment or a derogation, so he simply turned his head, stretched out his finger and pressed the "ninth floor" button of the elevator again.
"No, so what? These weird stories don't even remember the details of the past. What if my brain was caught in the door when I became a ghost?" Ye Zeqing asked vaguely, "What does this have to do with the truth?"
Xiao Li looked up and watched the elevator display interface slowly jump from "8" to "9", before the "ding-dong" sound symbolizing the door opening, he was already standing at the elevator door: "It is a clue to the truth, maybe We thought wrong earlier."
Before Ye Zeqing could digest these words, the elevator had stopped and Xiao Li walked out.
Ye Zeqing chased after him: "Brother, can't you be my brother, what did you think of?"
Xiao Li kept walking: "Not sure yet, just wait."
"Wait for what?"
"The sixth strange talk." Xiao Li said.
He stopped at the door of the room.
Ye Zeqing stopped after him: "What are you going to do now? Don't tell me you have to go back to sleep."
Xiao Li gave him a strange look: "Of course not, I want to take a shower."
When he was examining the corpse just now, there was a little blood on his hands, which was sticky and sticky. In addition, he was sweating again after smashing the monitor screen. Xiao Li was ready to wash it.
Ye Zeqing: "..."
—
Xiao Li and Shen Mizhi's room.
The sound of water in the bathroom was rushing, and dim light was faintly leaking from the door.
Shen Mizhi sat on the edge of the bed, he sat up straight, looked at the closed door of the bathroom, and didn't know what he was thinking.
The young man maintained this state until the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. After a while, Xiao Li pushed open the bathroom door and walked out.
Shen Mizhi's whole body almost froze.
But fortunately, Xiao Li didn't come out just wrapped in a bath towel, he had already changed his clothes inside, just put the bath towel on his head, but there were still water droplets dripping down his wet hair and down his neck Deep in the back.
Xiao Li pressed the towel on his head tightly, rubbed his hair casually, and sat down on the side of the chair.
Shen Mizhi loosened the wire of the hair dryer: "Aren't you going to blow it?"
Xiao Li took off the towel from his hair and threw it aside: "No, I'm too lazy to blow it."
He didn't talk much at first, and only reluctantly moved his hands for the sake of cleanliness when he was urged by Xiao Huangben. Recently, Xiao Huangben has been very calm, so he didn't bother to move anymore.
The young man tightened his fingertips, and he asked as easily as possible: "This is not good for the body, if you don't want to move... Let me blow for you?"
Xiao Li looked up at him.
Because of the weight of the water droplets, the hair on his forehead was longer than before, almost covering his eyes, making it impossible to see the emotions in those black eyes.
But the next moment, Xiao Li refused: "No need."
Shen Mizhi stood up, he came directly behind Xiao Li, inserted the plug of the hair dryer into the socket on the table, his tone was calm, but there was always an indescribable momentum: "It's okay, I'll help you, soon Yes, you'll have a headache like that."
As he spoke, he rang the hair dryer.
In the noisy humming sound, Xiao Li couldn't say anything to refuse, so he could only bow his head helplessly to facilitate Shen Mirage's movements.
But Xiao Li's bowing his head made his slender neck even more prominent. The black hair lining the skin that didn't get much exposure to the sun looked particularly conspicuous.
The person he likes is right in front of his eyes, and this picture is undefended.
It's as quiet as... you can do whatever you want to him.
The soft part of Shen Mizhi's heart was suddenly stabbed fiercely, and his fingertips shivered a little and pushed the other person's hair away, wanting to open his mouth to bite it.
But no.
A drop of water fell from the boy's hair, stunned the dark dark lines on Shen Mirage's cuff, rendering the ancient totem more vivid, like the color of Xiao Li's eyes.
Shen Mizhi's breathing became chaotic, he controlled the hair dryer with one hand, while the other hand pressed on the other's shoulder.
The young man slowly tightened his strength, and in the depths of his eyes there was a golden glow, and he asked in a low voice, "Xiao Li..."
Xiao Li was thinking about the clues he just got from the duty room. He felt the strength of the other party and raised his head to give Shen Mizhi a look:
Shen Mizhi: "If someone likes you and likes you very much, will you agree to him?"
His voice was very low, like an iceberg dormant under the surface of the deep sea, ready to burst at any time.