Xuan Ji was dazzled by the sunlight passing over the paper: "You are..."
He was in a complicated mood. Emperor Wu quelled the chaos provoked by his father and brother. Although he stopped killing with killing, he suppressed the dancing demons with his own power. Inhumans have a foothold to live from now on.
In the story, the gods will only serve as sacrifices for the group of demons to share and eat.
The only one who can suppress the group of demons is a more vicious and terrifying demon leader than the group of demons.
From the perspective of contemporary people's values, Sheng Xiao is definitely not a person with high morals, but what he did before his death has already jumped out of the scope of moral evaluation.
If it was really Sheng Xiao who responded to the gloomy sacrificial oration under Chiyuan Forest...
Xuan Ji started a conversation and didn't say anything more, but his complicated emotions had already leaked out, which did not prevent Sheng Lingyuan from "hearing".
Sheng Lingyuan paused and said, "I can't remember."
Xuan Ji: "You can't even remember who you are? Then what do you remember?"
"Some small things that are very messy and scattered," Sheng Lingyuan said, "But sometimes when I see something, I can think of something. For example, when I see you, I think of Qing Pingsi."
Xuan Ji was trying to distinguish nostalgia from it, when she heard Sheng Lingyuan's emotionless slander again: "It's also a bastard division, but fortunately Qingping division doesn't have so many wastes."
After the slander was over, Sheng Lingyuan, who knew he couldn't hide what was on his mind, apologized politely: "I'm sorry."
Xuan Ji: "..."
Is it okay to answer
The devil's "can't remember" this time is not watery, Xuan Ji believed it, so he felt that he was at a disadvantage - he was also stripped of his brain, the old man didn't remember anything, and the shitty things about peeing and mud on his side were all the same. Clearly.
"What kind of mud?" Sheng Lingyuan rarely hesitated, "Well... the fashion of the nobility is really elegant and interesting."
Xuan Ji immediately emptied her mind, and decided to concentrate on being a good vase with broad chest muscles and no brain gap.
The plane landed in the sluggish confrontation between the two of them.
The subject of the investigation, Ji Qingchen—that is, the last sacrificial mustache, whose usual address is in the capital of an inland province, "just happens" to be from the same town as the boy who was parasitized by the butterfly in the mirror.
This person's ostensible occupation is a not-so-popular Internet celebrity, but his real identity is a charlatan.
"Director Xiao sent the information," Ping Qianru said holding the laptop, "Ji Qingchen was born locally and dropped out of high school. After being expelled from school for fighting, she went to work in an MLM organization for a while, and just reached the middle level. The organization was reported and banned. After the incident, he worked odd jobs in a folk custom store for a while. Maybe he was inspired there. Later, he became obsessed with "metaphysics". The experience of bluffing and deceiving. In the past two years, the Internet has developed, and he started to shoot strange videos again."
Xuan Ji nodded, she could hear it very clearly, even if she wanted to ignore it—because every time Ping Qianru said a word, the person in his sword would learn it exactly the same, and after "following the reading", it would take three minutes to learn it. Double-speed recite the whole passage from beginning to end again, and I can be regarded as a model of hard work by the School of Foreign Languages.
It can be said that Xuanji had to listen to important things three times.
Neither of the two dared to think wildly, and they could even avoid normal thinking. Their minds were idle and had nothing to do, so one practiced Mandarin seriously, and the other was obsessed with work, concentrating on memorizing the investigation target materials silently.
"Also, Director Xiao said that when we came this time, few colleagues from the local Alien Control Bureau were able to cooperate, so the General Bureau contacted the local public security agency for us, and only said to investigate 'poisoning fraud'."
Xuan Ji opened her mouth and asked, "Why?"
Ping Qianru gave him a strange look, suspecting that the leader hadn't thought of what he said: "Did you forget that the local colleagues have been in contact with the infected child, and they are all quarantined now."
"Okay," Xuan Ji said, "Did Lao Xiao say anything else?"
"Oh, he also said, 'If you can't find anything from Ji Qingchen, just wash my neck and wait'."
Sheng Lingyuan read it right back: "If you can't find anything from Ji Qingchen this time, just wash my neck and wait."
Xuan Ji: "..."
Xuan Ji couldn't take it anymore, so she said to Sheng Lingyuan in her heart: "Can we two be a little more normal? How about trying to be honest with each other? I think, in life, there is nothing that cannot be said to others, right?"
When his voice fell, Sheng Lingyuan heard the little demon say uncontrollably: "That's weird."
So the devil also replied verbally with a smile: "That's right, you're right."
Together with the "fart" I thought in my heart, I packed up and went back.
The short-term communication and negotiation broke down, and the two had no choice but to uninstall their brains again, comparing themselves to being mentally retarded.
"The people who went to Chiyuan Grand Canyon with him last time were all people he saved temporarily. There were other anchors and those who came to join in the fun. They were transferred to the Public Security Bureau on the side of Chiyuan. After careful interrogation, these people I don’t have any deep friendship with Mustache.” Ping Qianru went on to say, “There are also those who are chasing after him on the Internet. I probably checked it out. Although they are all talkative, they seem to be quite rich. I don’t think so Like babysitters."
Xuan Ji answered casually: "I know, those are not babysitters in the first place."
Ping Qianru and Sheng Lingyuan spoke at the same time—
"why?"
"How did you see that?"
Xuan Ji was taken aback by their question.
Sheng Lingyuan didn't understand what "Tuoer" meant, and he was not interested in any of those people. It was Xuan Ji who had just said a judgment sentence that attracted his attention, but he didn't think of anything when he spoke.
"Isn't this simple?" Luo Cuicui may feel that she did not perform well on the plane, so she was busy showing her face in front of the leaders, and hurriedly came over and said, "Liars like them really don't use the Internet often. The people here are so powerful, they can be found out even if they leave even a trace, so there is no drama to sing."
Xuan Ji answered absent-mindedly: "Well... yes."
Sheng Lingyuan also discovered that Xuan Ji's casual judgment seemed like intuition, or inherent cognition. It comes from his own experience, and he can blurt out without having to think about the cause and effect carefully.
So Sheng Lingyuan didn't "hear".
This shows that the two of them can only hear each other's superficial conscious activities, that is, what they are clearly thinking in their hearts, the subconscious, the logic hidden under the quick judgment based on intuition, this kind of mental activity that they can't even notice if they don't pay attention. "Listen" invisible.
After figuring this out, the two reacted in quite the same way. They immediately adjusted their mentality and resorted to the same trick—to put it simply, "think about the best in everything."
This is not difficult. Most people use this trick when they encounter unbearable pressure. It is an expedient measure to put aside reason temporarily, stop thinking about all negative things, and rely on the breath in your heart to get through the difficulties.
So Xuan Ji immediately heard Sheng Lingyuan think: "This little demon is quite sophisticated in human feelings."
Sheng Lingyuan also heard Xuan Ji think: "Hey, I don't even care about the backlash of the gloomy sacrificial oration. He must be a person with principles and bottom lines. How can it be so bad?"
Sheng Lingyuan: "Excessive reputation."
Xuan Ji: "Where is it?"
In this way, the two of them finally found a temporary way to get along peacefully, broke the weird mode of emptying the brain just now, and quickly established a plastic friendship that they boasted to each other, and finally they were able to get down to business.
"I'll tell you about the tricks of these charlatans," Lao Luo spit and said, "First of all, we have to pick out those who have money and leisure, who like to think wildly, and who are a little superstitious."
"Where's the boy who was infected by the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water?" Xuan Ji asked, "I remember he was with his mother?"
"Yes, his parents are divorced, and his mother doesn't have a formal job, she's a housewife, so besides playing mahjong, she just stares at him all day long." Ping Qianru lowered her head and flipped through the information, "But that child's father has a business. For those who are rich, give them a large monthly maintenance fee, which can also be said to be free and not short of money."
"Wait to take advantage of it... Hey no, after the victim's background investigation is clear, the first step is to let Tonger go to 'set up', first prepare a bunch of 'how many people in your family, who are they, what happened recently? ' and the like…”
Ping Qianru asked hesitantly: "But this is a bit old-fashioned, right? The liars in TV dramas act like this, who would fall for this kind of trick?"
"Isn't there a second step? The second step is to 'pretending to be a ghost'—if you don't believe what happened to your family in the past, you suspect that I investigated it, so I'll calculate the future for you. Generally speaking, figure it out It's all about 'you're a bit unlucky this month' or 'you have to be careful these few days, there are little ghosts who will trip you' and the like, which are likely to be accurate."
Just a little extra money, financial management due, or parents giving some pocket money, can be interpreted as the so-called "partial wealth luck". Those who are targeted by scammers are rich people, and there is a high probability of extra income every month.
When it comes to the end of the year, the end of the quarter or the end of the semester, it is said that "little ghosts are tripping", because at this time, both those who go to work and school are busy, and it is inevitable that there will be some troubles in the busyness, which can be interpreted as "mercury retrograde". ", of course, can also be interpreted as "little devil tripping".
If the scammer is really unlucky, and the victim happens to have neither extra cash nor a little trouble, that's easy to do. Find someone to throw five yuan at his door, or order a few hooligans to puncture his car tire or something, and you can also say "" The prophecy" came true.
Lao Luo said: "At this point, people who have a little faith in themselves will be able to believe a little bit."
Ping Qianru asked studiously: "Then how can the victim be convinced?"
Lao Luo raised a finger at her, and shook it: "No money."
"No money?"
"Yes, there is no charge, as long as you are free, whatever you say is justified. The third step is to tell the victim 'you will have a bloody disaster sometime, I am too shallow to save you', don't make it too clear , you have to be vague, such as 'you know who you have offended', and then run away before the victim comes to your door for the second time. If you don't charge a penny and run away, the victim will think more about it when you go back The more you are afraid, once you are afraid, you will be irrational, the more you think about it, the more you believe it."
Sheng Lingyuan praised: "Although you Qingping... well, most of the people in the bureau are not strong enough, but you are also quite smart in the market - but since the trust...er ran away, how can the sufferer ask others for help?"
"No, swindlers all have territories, and everyone in the same place knows each other. Everyone wants to hang around here for a long time. Generally, no one would do such a thing... By the way, there must be insiders among the local swindlers." Xuan Ji paused, and flattered her again, "It makes sense, senior, thank you for your advice."
Sheng Lingyuan: "Unintentionally, no need."
Xuan Ji thought in surprise: "It's actually quite humble."
Sheng Lingyuan: "This little monster is not difficult to get along with."
After thinking about everything for the better, we were able to continue the conversation, the sky was clear and the clouds were white, and even the smog was not bothering us.
"Fatty girl," Xuan Ji said, "you fabricate your identity, leave a message under that mustache's video, and say... what symptoms did the gang of victims have?"
"Oh, they said it themselves, it's like hysteria, it's like being possessed by evil spirits, talking nonsense, crazy, and they know it in their hearts, but they seem to be "upper body" and can't control their bodies. Only then did I have the opportunity to send a little distress message to my family... But except for the last boy, the distress messages were all written in ordinary characters."
Sheng Lingyuan thought for a moment: "This doesn't seem to be a human face... a butterfly in the mirror."
Xuan Ji: "Huh?"
"You call it 'Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water', don't you mean 'disgusting the real from the fake'? What do crazy people call the fakes confusing the real?" Sheng Lingyuan said, "The butterfly in the mirror will imitate the host when it lands on a human body. Whatever the host thinks, the butterfly will let the body do what it wants." , so at the beginning, you don’t feel anything. After a few days, the host will find that his body will act autonomously. At the beginning, there are some small movements, step by step. At this time, the butterfly has completely controlled you and infected the body of the flower in the mirror, the water and the moon. People can only die quietly, and no one will know."
But it was a symptom of the infected boy.
Although the Alien Control Bureau also has records of the symptoms of the butterfly host, it does not have such a detailed version.
Xuan Ji said sincerely: "With you here, it really seems like a joke, I wish I had come earlier."
As a result, a "heavy money asking for help" was quietly posted under Ji Qingchen's video that would never be updated again.