Sang Tong's cell phone rang, and the screen displayed: No number.
She quickly switched to silent mode, walked quickly to the balcony, and connected the phone.
There was a roar on the other end of the phone: "Sang Tong, have you used the information department of the bureau? How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to infringe on the privacy of citizens with your private rights! Don't forget, the bureau sent you The mission to go to the northeast! Our bureau is a department with absolute secrecy, if something goes wrong, let me see how I deal with you!"
Sang Tong quietly listened to the roar on the other end of the phone, pondered for a moment, seemed to be weighing, and finally spit out four words slowly: "The person with great power of thought."
The roar on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, and there was a long silence, before speaking again, the decibel returned to normal.
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"Things are a bit complicated, she has some relationship with the following."
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"Well, I took a walk in Luoyin today, but it didn't work."
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"With your words, Director, I feel relieved."
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"I'll do my best to restrain myself."
"Hang up first."
Sang Tong saw Murong floating back and hung up the phone.
Mu Rong also saw Sang Tong on the balcony, and they looked at each other, and Sang Tong turned back to the room.
In this way, three months in a flash.
There are still ten days until the lunar year.
The plaster cast on Sang Tong's leg was removed, and Mu Rong's eyes saw light again.
Jiajia shopping mall reopened, according to Sang Tong's instructions, the waterfall and fish pond on the square were moved to the lobby on the first floor, and the business performance gradually improved.
The sound of high-heeled shoes in the bathroom on the sixth floor disappeared, and the once raging: "Jiajia shopping mall haunted incident" was brushed off by the public relations team, and Manager Sun stood up to refute the rumors in person, saying that the pipes in the bathroom were leaking. The plumbing system of the building was completely overhauled, and some rewards were given to customers who responded to the situation at that time, and the citizens soon forgot about it.
Sang Tong got a very handsome reward and bought 402 across the street. Since it was being renovated, he continued to live in Mu Rong's house for the time being.
Mu Rong didn't care, just like when Sang Yu came here, she didn't change her life rhythm just because there was one more person in the family.
During the days when she was blind, she would usually sit on the sofa to fold ingots during the day, and when night fell, her soul would come out of her body and be her seductress.
As for the instigator of the "tat-tat-tat" sound - the female ghost.
Sang Tong couldn't figure it out.
The reason is very simple, the female ghost seems to have been traumatized in some kind of soul, even if she is rescued from the restriction, she can only say one word, that is: "Ayu, Ayu..."
Sang Tong tried his best, but made no progress.
It's not easy to keep such a fierce spirit with you all the time. You have to either break her up or bury her in some kind of container, but these are not the best solutions after all. Something went wrong.
Helpless, I had no choice but to ask Mu Rong for help, but was coldly rejected by the other party: "This female ghost has too much resentment, and her soul consciousness is incomplete. It does not belong to the scope of my ecstasy, and there is nothing I can do to help."
After finishing speaking, Mu Rong withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and concentrated on stacking ingots.
Sang Tong and Murong sat at the two ends of the U-shaped sofa, facing each other.
Sang Yu sat between the two of them, feeling the atmosphere of ice on one side and fire on the other, curled up her legs, and set up the drawing board to cover her face.
After a while, he showed his eyes again, took a sneak peek at Murong, then retracted his gaze, and added a few details with his pen.
The sketch on the drawing board was basically formed, and it was Mu Rong who was drawn.
Meticulous ponytail, elegant and straight waist, chiseled facial features, deep and unwavering eyes.
The sun shone on her body, but it couldn't melt the coldness on her face.
Sang Yu looked at Mu Rong in the painting, and couldn't help stretching out her fingers to touch those thin lips.
Murong reached out to grab the water glass on the tea table, Sang Yu closed the drawing board with a "snap", slipped on her slippers, and went back to the room with the drawing board in her arms.
Squatting down in front of the cabinet, in the bottom drawer, there is a thick stack of sketches, each of which is of Mu Rong.
She also put the newly drawn one inside, and then used the drawing board to press all the paintings underneath.
Sang Yu held her blushing cheeks and thought to herself: If you are too poor to eat in the future, why not draw manga for a living, the first work is called "My Roommate of Death".
Of course the main character is Mu Rong~ but I'm afraid we need to change her appearance~
heroine...
Uh-huh…
Sang Yu closed the drawer, threw herself on the bed, and buried her face.
In the living room, the more Sang Tong looked at Murong's expressionless face, the angrier he became; he grabbed the phone and dialed a number.
After more than a dozen rings, the other party answered.
"Su Sifang, where have you been?"
"It's almost there, don't worry."
"I called you three and a half months ago, and you told me that you would leave tomorrow. It's been three and a half months now. Thankfully it's not an urgent matter, otherwise I'd be dying!"
"Don't be impatient, it will be soon."
"Su Sifang, can you tell me how you got here?"
"walk."
"????Can you say that again?"
"walk."
"From Tibet?"
"right."
"To the northeast?"
"right."
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"Will I still see you this year?"
"I'm afraid I can't, it will take some time."
"Where are you now?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and a faint voice asking for directions could be heard: "Excuse me, benefactor, where is this?"
Sang Tong:? ? ?
"We're leaving Ohara soon."
Sang Tong closed his eyes, moved his lips, took several deep breaths in a row, and replied, "Stay where you are and don't move, I'll send someone to pick you up, OK?"
"No, this is my practice."
Sang Tong roared: "I have something urgent now!"
For a moment, everyone's eyes were on Sang Tong, and even Sang Yu who hid in the room opened the door.
Sang Tong supported his chest with one hand, and breathed in the fresh air. The other party seemed to feel Sang Tong's anger, and did not refuse any more.
"Where are you?"
"The benefactor just said that he will leave Dayuan soon."
"What's next to you!"
"A bench."
"...you look up!"
"A cloud."
Sang Tong threw the phone on the sofa, pinching the seal: "Patriarch, please forgive me."
Then he grabbed the phone and yelled: "Are you from Ha? Look at the road signs! There are signs and buildings! Who told you to look at the scenery? My god, do you know that the labor and management will lose their mana for three days after swearing once? You are a drag, you will be mad at Laozi! If I lose all my mana and something happens in three days, I will blow your old dog shell!"
The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then replied softly and slowly: "Senior Sister Tong, can you speak Mandarin?"
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Sang Tong hung up the phone, and went to the balcony to make another call. The next day, the legendary Su Si arrived.
Su Sifang is the closed disciple of Tantric Buddhism and the only female disciple.
It is said that the last time Tantra made an exception to accept female disciples was a hundred years ago.
This Dazong is an old friend of Master Sang Tong, so she and Su Sifang got to know each other like this.
Su Sifang is young, the same age as Sang Yu, but since he converted to Buddhism at the age of four, in terms of qualifications, he is much higher than Sang Tong.
He is also the only one among the friends Sang Tong has met in the folks who thinks that his magic power is higher than his own.
This time she was ordered to go to the Northeast to carry out a mission, but for some reason she didn't bring anyone from the bureau. The first helper that came to mind was Su Sifang.
Sang Tong got in touch with the Dazong who was far away in Xizang long before his departure, hoping to ask Su Sifang to help him.
In the end, counting the days when she raised her legs, three and a half months had passed, and Su Sifang hadn't arrived yet.
Originally, Sang Tong was waiting patiently. After all, the goal of the mission had not surfaced, but a female ghost with an incomplete soul consciousness appeared on the way, and was coldly rejected by Murong. phone.
Sang Tong and Murong explained the reason and wanted to invite Su Sifang to save the female ghost. Murong also wanted to experience Tantric Buddhism, so he invited Su Sifang to his home.
Su Sifang was led in by Sang Tong, and immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Behind her was a rucksack woven with bamboo strips that can only be seen in TV dramas. She was wearing a khaki monk robe with a string of Buddhist beads hanging around her neck. A dark bowl.
Thin and tall, with inch-long black hair growing on top of his head.
But what caught my eye the most was her appearance.
Sword eyebrows and star eyes, a hanging nose and a wide mouth, there is a peaceful kindness between the brows, and the faint reddish purple on the cheeks may be blown out by the cold wind along the way.
A pair of earlobes as big as a thumb are quite sensual, and they look like a girl and a man!
But even so, it made people feel good after just looking at it. Even Mu Rong, who has always been cold-tempered, couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
And Ah Miao and Sang Yu even put their hands together in front of their chests unconsciously, staring blankly at Su Sifang.
Su Sifang entered the door, stood the Zen stick by the door, put one hand on his chest, and bowed to Murong: "Amitabha, benefactor, please excuse me."
Mu Rong bowed back, looked at Su Sifang, secretly startled, although she had only a pair of naked eyes when her real soul was in her body, but dealing with these things all the year round, she felt different from ordinary people.
The feeling that the person in front of her gave her: It would not be an exaggeration to say that he looked like a Buddha.
Sang Tong closed the door, dripped two drops of cow's tears into his eyes, took out the bag containing the female ghost, and said to Murong: "Please come out, I have lost all my mana for the past two days, and Su Sifang will rescue her later." , to avoid any trouble, and ask for your help."
Murong nodded and returned to the room. After a while, Murong in black robe floated out.
Seeing that Su Sifang smiled at her, he asked in surprise, "Can she see me?"
Sang Tong snorted, although his face was cold, there was a flash of admiration in his eyes: "Su Sifang is a closed disciple of Dazong. He converted since he was a child and has opened his Dharma eyes."
The author has something to say: PS, there is a reason why Su Sifang did not issue an account number, and it will be revealed later, but for the time being, the name of the layman is still used.