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the next morning.
Ji Huan was thinking about how to get out of this strange place and how to turn back into a human. However, when I think back to the whole novel "Monsters Run Away", I don't have any thoughts at all.
The name of the novel "Rampaging Monsters" sounds very emotional, and it is a plot-like novel, but in fact, the author made the background and plot vague, focusing more on the feelings of the protagonist. The most important thing is that if there is no problem with Ji Huan's memory, then he has never seen a detailed description of the demon mirror in the novel.
Because, the protagonist Gong Shou couldn't find this thing until the end.
In this way, Ji Huan can only rely on himself.
Ji Huan let out a heavy sigh while resting his chin, and when he raised his eyes and looked forward blankly, there was another figure in his line of sight than before, which was Feng Chi. Feng Chi returned to the bathroom for some reason. The man's slender fingers held the phone casually, his eyes fell on the mirror, and he talked with the person on the other end of the phone in a flat tone.
"No. I don't need anyone here. You want to open the back door for someone to come to your place. Nothing to say, that's all."
Every word carries the indifference of being thousands of miles away.
"I don't care who he is, you like to bring your own." Feng Chi spoke, but his eyes fell on the small mirror next to the big mirror. He could clearly see the little black dot move on the mirror, and then the little black dot somehow got bigger.
Feng Chi gently rubbed the fingers holding the phone, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Thinking of the sigh that rang in his ears when he walked into the bathroom just now, Feng Chi's mood was a bit complicated at the moment.
Ignoring what the person on the other end of the phone was saying, Feng Chi ruthlessly hung up the call, and then reached out to pick up the unpretentious demon mirror. When he held the mirror with his hand, an exclamation suddenly sounded in his ear. Immediately afterwards came a soft complaint: "Why is he touching my waist again?"
Feng Chi: "..."
The black dots grow from small to large, and then from large to small again. With his extraordinary eyesight, Feng Chi finally saw clearly what the black dot that appeared at an unknown time was—
is a person.
A boy who looked like he might not be as big as his fingernails.
When the other party was so curious that he stretched his neck and looked outside, his facial features became much clearer with the magnification effect. When he picked up the mirror just now, the other party seemed to be frightened, so he retracted it again, and the black spots became smaller.
It's just... is he holding the waist of the little black dot
Feng Chi glanced expressionlessly at the chubby demon mirror, really not knowing where the so-called waist was.
However, Feng Chi's next actions were much more careful. His eyes swept over the sink, but he couldn't find a small rope that could hang the mirror up, so he pinched the side with his fingers. Caught off guard, he saw that the little black spot seemed to be caught by something on his clothes, and he was picked up and vacated.
The complaints came again, "What's the matter, you can just touch me because you are good-looking, why are you tearing my clothes!"
Feng Chi: "..."
So annoying.
Feng Chi simply put the mirror into his suit pocket, turned and left the bathroom.
Ji Huan was blindfolded by the sudden darkness, but he was not worried. At night, after the bathroom light was turned off, he completely entered a world with only blackness. Ever since he knew what was going on with him, Ji Huan was no longer afraid.
Although Feng Chi walked steadily, but when his arms rubbed against his jacket or he stepped on his foot first, the mirror would still shake up and down in a small arc with inertia. Ji Huan was dizzy from the shaking, and wanted to reach out to grab something, but there was only air around.
Feng Chi hadn't left for two minutes before Ji Huan was shaken until he felt like vomiting.
He stretched out his hand and clasped his throat, weakly: "Dad, can you take care of the mirror in your pocket? The mirror is going to shatter!"
Knowing that he couldn't hear his complaints, Ji Huan continued to adjust his posture after complaining to prevent motion sickness...sickness.
However, what he didn't expect was that it stopped shaking!
But soon, that dangling feeling continued. About a minute later, Ji Huan found himself being pulled by his clothes again, his body tilted slightly in a strange posture, and he was half-hanging in the air. Afterwards, the world spun, and he was thrown onto the passenger seat with a snap.
Ji Huan was lying on the ground on his back, the black pajamas on his body slightly raised a corner, revealing half of his waist and abdomen as white as milk.
He stared overhead with wide-eyed eyes.
Feng Chi really doesn't know how to take pity on him and the mirror.
Ji Huan sighed again.
As soon as Feng Chi put his hands on the steering wheel, and the black Maybach hadn't started, a very piercing sigh sounded in his ears. Feng Chi looked ahead silently, he couldn't remember how many similar sighs he had heard since yesterday.
His five senses are extremely sharp, and he can faintly hear sighs and talking to himself from the bathroom in the middle of the night.
Feng Chi held back all night, always feeling that his sanity would completely dissipate at a certain moment.
But... what is going on with this mirror is still unclear.
I have to keep holding back.
The Maybach passed through the streets that had become bustling in the morning, and through the winding alleys, and finally stopped at the end of a small street. Feng Chi stepped out of the car with one long leg, and someone in the car murmured again: "Don't forget me. Take me with you!"
Feng Chi: "..."
The man closed the car door expressionlessly, but walked around to the co-pilot's seat, opened the car door and bent down to put the mirror into his pocket.
Ji Huan was finally satisfied.
Although Feng Chi couldn't hear him speak, Feng Chi was still very considerate, at least he could still remember that there was a pitiful little mirror in the passenger seat.
Ji Huan adjusted his sitting posture, and his body swayed slowly with the shaking of the mirror. I don't know if he has gotten used to the frequency and size of the shaking or Feng Chi's walking pace has adjusted, but Ji Huan didn't feel uncomfortable, but instead felt leisurely and enjoyable.
He hummed an off-key tune, thinking that Feng Chi must be at work. Although he couldn't see the place, Ji Huan still remembered the introduction of the Demon Control Bureau in the novel. As an existence that only deals with things in the demon world, the Demon Management Bureau is a bit like the police station in the human world. However, the Demon Control Bureau is a bit more special than the police station.
The entire demon world is just such a demon management bureau. Although there is a branch, the branch does not deserve to be called this name. Therefore, Feng Chi, as the boss of the Demon Management Bureau, has a very special position in the demon world.
Speaking of...
Ji Huan scratched his chin, thought for a long time but couldn't remember what kind of monster Feng Chi was.
With the sound of pushing the door, Feng Chi had already entered the interior of the Demon Management Bureau. The Demon Control Bureau is located at the end of Hebei Street. The location here is not good. It is not as prosperous as the city center, but it is still lively. Surrounded by bustling small shops, it is full of the atmosphere of city life. The Demon Management Bureau is just a small yard with only two houses inside.
As soon as Feng Chi entered the office, he was greeted with several lively greetings.
"Good morning, Boss, do you want fried dough sticks? The grandfather next door gave it to him, saying that he thanked us for helping him find his dog."
"Oh, oh, there's milk tea here! It's from the second milk tea shop from the left. Hehe, that young lady seems to be chasing me."
"Boss, you still have the materials sent by Linshi last night on your desk."
Feng Chi glanced at the bustling office, but didn't think it was noisy, he just hummed lightly, and returned to his seat to read the documents.
Ji Huan could feel that Feng Chi had already sat down, and he casually hung the black coat on the back of the chair. But... Feng Chi didn't seem to have any plans to take out the small mirror.
Ji Huan rested his chin and was so bored that he could only stare, and when he was bored, he started humming again.
"I really want to go out—"
"Although drinking milk tea in the morning is a sin, I really want to drink it too. Boba milk green three-point sugar plus a boba."
Feng Chi's hand holding the pen paused, the black ink dots smeared on the paper, making it a bit of an eyesore.
He put the pen away expressionlessly, waited for about five minutes, and then seemed to suddenly remember the existence of the small mirror, took the mirror out of his pocket, and threw it on the table casually.
Ji Huan noticed that a hand was holding his slender waist again, and then he was thrown down with a bang.
He threw Duang on the ground with his buttocks, and let out an 'ow' in pain.
Feng Chi is a man who really doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade at all!
Feng Chi: "..."
This mirror is really annoying.
Feng Chi actually had an impulse in his heart, or just throw the mirror away. But when I thought about the weirdness of this mirror, I felt a little weird. He clicked his tongue, with a hint of impatience hidden in his tone.
When Song Shujing walked in with the documents in her arms, Feng Chi was leaning on a chair with a calm expression but deep eyes. Song Shujing was surprised to follow Feng Chi's gaze and saw a mirror.
Mirror
Song Shujing blinked and placed the document on the table. I forgot the business for a while, picked up the mirror and looked at it, amused, "Boss, why are you a big man with a small mirror, ready to put on makeup?"
As she spoke, Song Shujing took a photo on her face.
She is the only woman in the Demon Control Bureau. Although everyone usually calls her brothers, it doesn't prevent her from going out with beautiful makeup every day. Pinching the mirror to see whether the eyeliner is perfect or not, and whether the lipstick has fallen off, Song Shujing is so satisfied that she is about to put down the small mirror—
It was also at this moment that she was dumbfounded.
The beautiful and glamorous woman in the mirror suddenly changed, her eyes slowly elongated, and the cheeks on Guazi's face became more and more bulging, as if two walnuts were stuffed inside. Immediately afterwards, the front teeth seemed to have mutated, sticking out from under the lips and becoming longer.
Song Shujing was only dazed for two seconds, then screamed and threw the mirror away.
"I'm in a hurry! There are monsters!"
The mirror first slammed on the table with a bang, stood upright and spun around several times, and then snapped face down again.
Ji Huan enjoyed the excitement of going up to the sky and riding the roller coaster, and then seemed to be grabbed by a hand, and pressed his face hard to the ground.
He rested his hands on the ground and lifted his head off the ground.
The whole face is bewildered.
After finally sitting up, he clutched his waist and almost cried, "It hurts—"
Feng Chi: "..."
Feng Chi raised his eyes to look at Song Shujing who was covering her face with lingering fear, and pinched the mirror to take a look. I couldn't see the little black dot, only a squirrel with a hideous and frightened expression on its face. He turned over the mirror and aimed at Song Shujing.
However, Song Shujing still refused to let go of her hand, just screaming: "Boss, there are monsters!"
Feng Chi's mouth twitched, "There is a monster. Isn't this squirrel your prototype?"
Song Shujing: "..."
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