Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

Chapter 35: Middle tone

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But at this moment, a familiar voice sounded from behind me.

"You didn't take the wrong spell, and my spell is not useless."

I was taken aback and turned around quickly. Sure enough, the person who appeared behind him was Wen Jiubai whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He still looked the same, with long hair fluttering, only the hair at the temples was tied a little bit, a pair of peach blossom eyes squinted lazily, arms folded, standing at a distance of three meters away from me, looking at me.

What made me a little bit concerned was that today Wen Jiubai was wearing that pitch-black Taoist robe again, with the wide skirt fluttering in the wind, and some dark patterns that I couldn't understand were embroidered with red thread on it. He wears a kind of thick-soled shoes with Qingyun pattern on his feet. He once mentioned to me that the name seems to be called cloud shoes.

Then, the pair of cloud shoes took a step forward.

Wen Jiubai sighed as if he was very distressed, "Although I know you are stupid, I didn't expect you to be so stupid."

Hearing this sentence, I immediately became annoyed, "Just say this as soon as we meet? Besides, I don't know who took the commission and ran away suddenly, leaving the mess to me alone!"

"Don't be angry, I trust you." Wen Jiubai walked towards me with narrowed eyes and a smile, stretched out his hand and pinched the back of my neck like a comforting kitten, "I'll make it up to you later."

I felt the hairs all over my body stand on end, I blushed and felt extremely angry at the same time, and I had the urge to pounce on him and bite him. However, Wen Jiubai didn't give me the chance to do such childish things. He bypassed me and walked straight to Xiaoying who was still crying.

Then he squatted down in front of Xiaoying, and the next scene surprised me a little. He gently supported Xiaoying's injured arm, and then blew lightly on the bruise,

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, blow it, and fly away with pain." He said softly like singing.

Xiaoying seemed to be amused by him, she wiped away her tears and stopped crying.

"How is it? Does it still hurt?"

Xiaoying shook her head and sniffed.

I looked at Wen Jiubai's profile, and was a little stunned. Indeed, I knew before that this man was very good-looking. She has a slender figure, fair skin, and mysterious but clear eyes. But I really didn't expect that this self-satisfied and teasing guy could also show such a gentle side.

But soon, my rare favor for him was broken by his next sentence.

"I'm sorry. I made you scared." Wen Jiubo supported Xiaoying's immature hands, "If you want to blame, blame the big brother over there, it's so useless."

"Hey!" I yelled angrily.

But Wen Jiubai ignored my protest, stretched out his hand, and touched Xiaoying's head, "Okay, don't sit here anymore, the ground is very cold, you can catch a cold easily. Go home, no matter how powerful you are , I dare not come out to cause trouble in broad daylight. Tonight, my brother over there and I will guard here. I will help you catch the monster that caused trouble, okay?"

Hope was rekindled in Xiaoying's eyes, probably because she felt that Wen Jiubai was much more reliable than me, so she nodded vigorously.

Watching Xiaoying re-enter the house, I also breathed a sigh of relief. Part of the reason was because of Wen Jiubai's return. No matter how arrogant he was, he was still a well-deserved expert in ghosts and heresies. He came back, and a big stone in my heart fell down.

As soon as Xiaoying left, Bai got out from the hood of my sweater and stretched out a paw to greet Wen Jiubai.

"Yo! You're back!"

Wen Jiubai responded with a smile, "You're in good spirits, little mouse."

"Don't call me that!"

"Why did you come back so soon?" I asked Wen Jiubai, "Didn't you say... to help investigate the murder case? Has the case been solved?"

"No, not yet." Wen Jiubai said, "The criminals who committed the rape and murder of young girls seem to have fled City C long ago, leaving only a pile of horrific corpses to annoy the police. A habitual offender, with a sharp hand and almost no clues, my two friends are still having a headache."

"Then it doesn't matter if you just run back like this?"

"Things that can't be solved over there, maybe there will be unexpected gains when you come back here." Wen Jiubai shrugged, his meaning was very vague.

Before I understood the meaning of what he said, Wen Jiubai changed the topic.

"Okay, let's call your friends next."

"Ah? What are you doing?"

"Tell them, you won't go back to the dormitory tonight." Wen Jiubo looked towards the eerie, box-like building, "Today we will stay here and catch that real evil spirit."

"Could it be that you already know what it is that has been haunting Xiaoying?" I was a little surprised.

"Probably." Wen Jiubai smiled.

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I called a few of my roommates and told them I wasn't going back tonight. A few people didn't see it, and agreed casually. Then I called Shi Yitong again and told him that Mr. Wen had returned to reassure him. Although this kid was eager to come and catch ghosts together, I was afraid of his recklessness and didn't know what would happen, so I made excuses to get over it.

When it was almost evening, the man surnamed Wang came back from the outside. At this time, Wen Jiubai and I hid in the grass on the side of the building, and hid in the position facing Xiaoying's room, waiting quietly.

A strange silence permeated between us, and I glanced at Wen Jiubai uncomfortably. In the dim light, Wen Jiubai sat on the grass with his knees bent, resting his chin with one hand, not intending to speak. And Bai lay at his feet, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

I couldn't bear the awkward silence anymore, I coughed dryly, "That..."

"What?" Wen Jiubai squinted.

"I always feel that there is something wrong with this commission." I muttered.

"Really?" Wen Jiubai seemed very interested, "What's wrong?"

"I can't say it." I murmured, "But how should I put it, I always feel... not the usual feeling."

"Feel?"

"You also said that I probably have a special constitution or something..." I organized my confused language, "I can always feel something in similar incidents I encountered before. I will also do some things related to the person involved." Dreams, most of the time I rely on fragments of these dreams to find clues."

Wen Jiubai didn't speak, just looked at me silently.