The Record of Unusual Creatures

Chapter 153: The night is getting dark

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The little mermaid Doudou's recipe has been expanded again, and now Hao Ren can basically guess the rule: all bamboo and wood fibers.

After discovering that the little guy was as happy eating cardboard as he was eating chopsticks, Hao Ren immediately ran to the basement to find a few wooden sticks, saw them into small pieces, cleaned them up and tried to feed them to Doudou. Like a ball, he was soaking upside down in the water, burping happily while paddling and talking to himself. She is addicted to all bamboo and wood fibers and things containing these fibers, chopsticks, wooden sticks, pieces of paper, books, everything. To be honest, if her mouth is not too small to swallow, I am afraid that even the TV cabinet Take two bites. In fact, Doudou is already interested in the furniture that exudes "food aroma". Currently, Hao Ren is strictly preventing her from biting the table: the little guy can start to bite from the ridgeline of the table legs, where she can go down to her mouth...

Vivian was having a special "communication" at the table with a little bat that had just returned from patrolling. She wrapped the little bat in a cloud of blood mist, floated it in front of her and slowly analyzed it. The bat was like Ink and ink melted slowly in the blood mist, and now there was only a shadow left. Nangong Wuyue looked at this wonderful magic in amazement, and couldn't help but ask: "I heard that you were directly with your bat. Sense sharing, why do you need them to come back and report the situation?" "Then what did you find?" Hao Ren asked.

"This bat flies the farthest, and I let it go to the northern suburbs. It was the place where we fought with those two Eben werewolves last time. Wasn't it burned to ruins by the blue man with a lightning storm? I Traces of witchcraft were found around there."

Hao Ren was taken aback: "Witchcraft? Witchcraft is still used by demon hunters?"

"They know everything," Vivienne nodded. "Or to put it another way, most of the superstitious forms of primitive inheritance on the earth now. Such as exorcism, witchcraft, totem worship, blessing and healing, the source of these activities is more or less related to the witcher. The devil taught these simple techniques to ordinary humans, so that ordinary people can barely fight against weaker aliens. These techniques do not require magic power and spiritual power, but are replaced by some materials that exist in nature. Ordinary people without magical talent can master it, so it was very popular in ancient times. Tribal wizards thousands of years ago protected their clansmen in the dark by taking slow poison and burning incense. At that time, their rituals were It is indeed effective. It's just that as time goes by, most of the aliens have been hunted down by demon hunters to the point of extinction, and the remaining aliens have either degenerated, or simply lost their power and turned into ordinary humans or alien beasts. All kinds of witchcraft for self-preservation are useless. These skills have been twisted and twisted from generation to generation, and now they have simply become ridiculous farce-but in the circle of real witchers, witchcraft is still It really exists, and it has been passed down to this day together with their various evil spells." "There are no such pure good and bad people." Vivian shrugged, "From the overall perspective, they are 'good people' to human beings. They're villains at all times." …

"Maybe it's because I come from another world. I don't have any prejudices against the races in this world," Y'zaks scratched his barren scalp, "For me, they are all alien races, but those of the demon hunters Stubbornness troubles me."

"So the demon hunter has discovered the traces of the battle that day." Hao Ren scratched his chin and smacked his lips. "Didn't it mean that the traces of the scene have been cleaned up, and there is no trace of supernatural power left. How could this be discovered?" ?”

"Supernatural power can indeed be eliminated. But such a large area was burned to slag by lightning storms for no reason, which is not natural." Vivienne twitched the corners of her mouth, "It can be guessed with a little normal logic What happened there. Now I'm just wondering how they found it here - the southern suburbs and the northern suburbs are at the two ends of the city. We were very careful not to leave traces that could be traced after the day's fight. Where did it happen? Mistakes?"

Everyone was discussing business here, and Lily, who was lying on the sofa watching TV, quit: "It's so annoying, so annoying, don't talk about these annoying things at night, okay, I'm still watching TV."

Vivienne rolled her eyes and said, "Can't you go back to your own room? What a big deal this has happened. Why are you so heartless?"

"My room is deserted, but here is lively," Lily muttered while lying on the sofa, and then continued to yell while thumping, "Oh, it's so annoying, so annoying..."

"Don't make trouble," Hao Ren patted Lily on the head, "this is business."

If it was before, Hao Ren would definitely not let the renter make such a fuss in the living room, but now that he knows that he is raising a husky, he naturally treats Lily with the same kindness and standard as he treats a husky. It was just a few criticisms. Lily didn't realize the reason for this lenient treatment at all. She kept praising Hao Ren as a kind person with a big heart, and she foolishly raised her favorability all day long.

With a sound of "crash", Doudou jumped out of her pot, grabbed Hao Ren's arm and gestured for sleep. Hao Ren happened to be a little sleepy too. Looking up, it was already past ten o'clock. He yawned: "Then I'll go back to sleep first, maybe there won't be any movement from the witcher tonight."

"Well," Vivienne looked over with a smile, "You just need to raise your spirits, and I'll be on guard at night."

Hao Ren nodded, and walked into the house with Xiaoyu Baobab in his arms, but Doudou yelled loudly as soon as he walked halfway. Kou Guo chased after him: "Bring the child's mother."

Hao Ren: "... let's not talk about the child's mother?!"

Nangong Wuyue had a narrow smile on her face, ignoring the expression on Hao Ren's face that was already black with water: "Fill half a pot of water into the pot, and let Doudou sleep in the pot at night, so she won't pester you No. You don't want to lie down all night with your clothes on like last night, do you?"

Hearing this, Hao Ren finally relaxed his brows. This is the only good news—fortunately, the little mermaid is satisfied as long as she can sleep in the pot. If the little guy insists on letting Hao Ren hold the pot with her left hand, then This day is really unbearable!

Hao Ren took his daughter back to the room to sleep. After thinking for a long time, he decided to put the little guy on the desk far away from the bed instead of on the bedside table: he didn't want Doudou to suddenly turn over and splash water on his face when he slept in the middle of the night. . After putting the pot down, Hao Ren still felt that this was quite funny. He had been single for twenty-five years, and suddenly he had an extra daughter—a mermaid girl! You said how wonderful fate is.

"Sleep honestly tonight, don't be as pestering as yesterday," Hao Ren said, lying in front of the writing desk, staring at Doudou, who was also lying on the edge of the pot, regardless of whether the little guy could understand or not. This is how people explained, "You are not allowed to run around, call someone if you have a situation. Also, don't jump around on the ground to prevent someone from stepping on you."

"Uh-ha," the little guy stretched out his hand to touch Hao Ren's nose, let out a long cry, then swam nimbly to the bottom of the pot and curled up to sleep, as if he really understood what Hao Ren just said. It's her thing.

Hao Ren looked at the little guy lying quietly on the bottom of the pot, and hesitated for a long time whether to put the lid on the pot - he was afraid that the little guy would jump out for a walk in the middle of the night and be stepped on. But after thinking about it for a long time, he remembered what it would be like if he woke up and found himself locked in a dark iron pot, so he didn't put the lid on the pot.

He put the data terminal on the edge of the pot: it doesn't sleep anyway, let it watch the kids.

Outside, the night was getting dark.

The moon slowly rises to the middle of the sky, and then slowly sinks to one side. The streets are already empty, and the night roads in late autumn are deserted and quiet. Only the occasional barking of dogs comes from afar, which is a sleepless wanderer. The dogs were delivering messages from afar.

Three rapid dog barks suddenly broke the calm of the night.