Closing the door expressionlessly, Fang Shan said without any consciousness: "What kind of physical examination is this?"
Wei Sushen looked at him openly. After a long time, his thin lips moved slightly: "Ha."
Fang Shan raised his eyebrows, and instead of studying the deeper meaning of He, he bent over his desk and wrote something.
Wei Sushen approached him: "What are you doing?"
Fang Shan: "Do your homework."
Legends about evil gods were densely written in the notebook, some of which were provided by System 333, and some of which he collected himself.
Wei Sushen kept his expression calm and expressed his opinion coldly: "In your eyes, he should be a dead man."
Fang Shan was glad that he didn't drink water, otherwise he would definitely choke. He shook his head and pointed at the phone.
The screen is still bright, and the news is displayed in the message bar. You can deduce the content just by looking at the title without clicking on it... Another dead person.
Wei Sushen paid attention to Fang Shan with his peripheral vision, and more than once felt the difference between the system and other systems. He had sympathy for human beings.
"Why do you like humans?"
Fang Shan pondered for a while, and just when Wei Sushen thought he would tell some great truth, Fang Shan suddenly stared at him and said, "Aiwujiwu."
Caught off guard and caught in a trick, Wei Sushen said a vague 'hmm', but Fang Shan's eyes were sharp: "The tips of your ears are red."
A few words in exchange for a death stare from the other party, and Fang Shan remained silent in anguish.
Time passed with the sound of writing. Fang Shan leaned on his arms and shook his head: "Although the evil god is not famous, there are many legends about him."
Wei Sushen glanced at his half-used notebook: "Collected from System 333..."
Fang Shan waved his hand directly and said disgustedly: "How can its inventory be comparable to mine?"
System 333 once said that Fang Shan deleted all singing skills because he didn't like them taking up too much memory. What would that part of the memory be used for... Wei Sushen had thought about this problem more than once. After being tricked countless times, he began to refuse to think about it.
Fang Shan spins his pen in various ways: "When this serial murder case is solved, we will go to the next world."
Usually Wei Sushen takes the initiative, but this time the order is reversed.
Fang Shan knew what he was thinking and took the initiative to explain: "The plane equipment the host has obtained now can only be regarded as average..."
As he spoke, he put the Gu bug that had crawled out to fight for favors back into the jar: "You need to find something that can save your life."
Wei Sushen has always shown a high degree of rationality: "No matter how precious the props are brought to this world, their functions have been reduced to less than one-tenth."
"That's the theory, but..."
"There are always loopholes to exploit in everything." Wei Sushen calmly helped him say some wise words.
Fang Shan drank water to calm down his shock, his eyes wandering: "This is not a loophole, it can only be said to respect the rules and learn to use them."
After a forced explanation, I started to talk about the key points: "One-time consumable items."
Wei Sushen's eyes moved and he listened to what he said.
"Among the hosts I have taken care of, those who can be ranked in the top ten in terms of survival time and die at a healthy age are all the true pride of heaven, with only one exception."
Wei Sushen was aroused and asked why.
Fang Shan smiled mysteriously: "He got a scapegoat in a scary world."
As the name suggests, the purpose of this item can be guessed instantly.
Fang Shan spread his hands: "Although it can only be used once, it is enough."
Before Wei Sushen had time to express his opinion, Fang Shan talked about his next plan and directly marked several worlds that he was ready to choose from.
Wei Sushen took a general glance: apocalypse, bloody secret room, horror escape battle... He didn't say anything for a long time after reading.
Fang Shan blinked his bright eyes: "Which one do you like?"
Wei Sushen didn't answer.
Fang Shan said excitedly: "Do you like them both and can't make a decision at the moment?"
Only children make choices, but the host is already an adult!
Wei Sushen pressed his temples, found a shabby book of idiom stories from the study, opened the story of "Pulling Seedlings to Encourage Growth" and placed it in front of him.
Fang Shan changed to sit cross-legged comfortably, raised her index finger and waved it in front of him: "You can't be picky about food." Then he pointed at several worlds with a straight face: "Just choose from them."
Wei Sushen's throat twitched, and he suddenly wanted to slap himself. At that moment... he was so cute.
He coughed lightly to hide his guilt, turned away and said: "Deal with the serial murderer first."
Fang Shan thought for a while and nodded as he wished.
Opening the heavy notebook: "After screening, I found a very interesting part. There are many legends about evil gods, but they all involve two words: sacrifice."
Wei Sushen didn't have much impression: "Just by hearing the name of Evil God|, you should know that he is not a serious person."
Fang Shan glanced at him meaningfully, and could hear a sense of hostility and disdain between the lines.
He shook his head and said matter-of-factly: "The people who died in the first place voluntarily surrendered their lives, but now the nature has changed."
In the murder case reported this morning, the deceased was found in a trash can and died in a horrifying condition.
Wei Sushen: "Imitation crimes cannot be ruled out."
Fang Shan: "I have seen the photos posted on the forum. A small hole was opened in the heart of the corpse, and the blood in it was probably drained."
This method of death was similar to the previous ones. Regardless of whether it was done by one person, the other person at least had some understanding of the evil god.
Wei Sushen stared at Fang Shan, and for several minutes he just nodded in agreement. He could see that although the system was smiling, the smile was even brighter than usual, like spring, but there was a surging murderous intention and passion lurking inside. Cold.
The method of making a big fuss out of the past has obviously touched his bottom line.
"What are you going to do?"
Fang Shan pursed his lips and smiled: "Go into battle in person."
Before he could elaborate on his plan, the Wei family suddenly received an uninvited guest, and Geng Feng specified that he wanted to see him.
Fang Shan slowly changed his clothes, and it was ten minutes before he came downstairs.
"Sorry," Fang Shan leaned his head on the sofa, seeming extremely tired: "I seem to have a cold."
His appearance was very deceptive, and the displeasure in Geng Feng's heart gradually dissipated: "I need to check with you to confirm some situations."
Fang Shan nodded, suppressing the confusion in his eyes, and couldn't figure out what aroused the police officer's suspicion.
Geng Feng: "Another murder occurred last night."
Fang Shan nodded: "It was reported in the news this morning."
Geng Feng actually showed him a photo of the scene. The information in the hands of the police was naturally more complete than what Fang Shan found on the Internet. The photo only showed half of the face of the deceased, and more of the scene where the body was dumped. The word 'square' was crookedly written on the side wall of the trash can.
Originally it was just one word, but it could mean countless things. The problem was that an accident in the hotel not long ago brought Fang Shan into the police's sight.
"Excuse me," Fang Shan pointed at the deceased in the photo and asked, "Was he drugged?"
Geng Feng shook his head, as if anticipating what he would say next.
As he expected, Fang Shan sneered: "Do you think I can defeat a 1.8-meter-plus muscular man with my bare hands?"
Judging from the bend of the deceased's neck, it seemed that someone had broken his neck from behind.
Geng Feng has dealt with many criminals. Some feel guilty after committing crimes, while others are excited and try to gain the upper hand through verbal confrontations. However, Fang Shan is neither of these. He was simply stating a fact casually.
Wei Sushen did not come down while the two were talking. The angle of looking down completely exposed the expressions of the people downstairs to his eyes. Seeing a trace of self-doubt flash in Geng Feng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised in a mocking tone, Fang Shan's body was absolutely slender and beautiful, and even Geng Feng classified him as weak.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think badly, wondering what the other party's expression would be like when he saw Fang Shan's chest broken with a big stone.
As if they had a tacit understanding, Fang Shan, who was doing Tai Chi with Geng Feng, raised his eyes slightly, looked at Wei Su Shen with a half-smile, and then withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened, and continued to be conciliatory: "I'm not such a powerful person."
Geng Feng frowned: "Do you know the deceased?"
Fang Shan: "Do you have any photos of your life?"
The faces of the corpses were all distorted by fear, and they could only be recognized as ghosts.
Geng Feng temporarily dispelled some of his doubts. If Fang Shan directly said that he knew him or not, there would be a problem.
Take out a daily photo from the folder. In the photo, the man is standing next to the construction site, posing with his hands behind his back in an ordinary photo pose. Fang Shan stared at the photo, as if searching for memories, but in fact he was curious about why the murderer's taste had changed. In the past, he always looked for housewives to kill.
However, Geng Feng's next words dispelled his doubts: "Actually, there is another female deceased, which has not been announced yet."
The first scene was quickly found, just a few hundred meters away in the woods. The two men were probably murdered while doing some kind of indescribable exercise.
"I don't know this person." Fang Shan pushed the daily photos along the table.
"What about this person?" The woman in the photo is smiling and wearing a red dress.
Fang Shan recalled that the previous deceased people had more or less red elements on their bodies, such as red nails, red clothes or red high heels.
As soon as his eyes moved, he quickly came up with a plan. His face was still calm and he said: "I don't know this one either."
Geng Feng asked him again where he had been in the past two days and who he had met. Fang Shan responded to the questions like a well-behaved primary school student. Geng Feng looked at him deeply before leaving. Regardless of whether this person was The murderer definitely had the most difficult personality among all the people he had come into contact with.
It's admirable that the eldest son of the Wei family actually associates with such a person.
Wei Sushen stood upstairs and clearly saw the respect in Geng Feng's eyes, and his head began to hurt again.
Fang Shan didn't seem to see anything. He returned to the room calmly and spoke in a normal conversational tone: "Prepare a red dress for me. I want it to be dark red."
After thinking carefully, he added: "It must have a sense of design. Please refer to Little Red Riding Hood for details."
Wei Sushen just let go of his fingers on his temples and started to rub his eyebrows: "Can't you prepare it yourself?"
Fang Shan: "I have a lot of gorgeous clothes, but they lack a sense of design."
Occasionally he also wants to change his tricks.
Wei Sushen knew what he wanted to do from the moment the system asked for clothes. It was nothing more than luring a snake into a hole, but this bait was done in person.
Fang Shan suddenly turned around: "Shouldn't the host be worried about my personal safety and try every means to stop me?"
Wei Su carefully looked at the person in front of him for a few seconds. In fact, he was more worried about the criminal. After thinking again and again, I returned what Fang Shan said yesterday unchanged: "Harmonious society."
Fang Shan smiled and patted his shoulder: "Guarantee harmony."
The clothes were custom-made and neatly placed on the bed the next night.
Fang Shan was very satisfied after trying it on. The style of the skirt is very retro. It is not about nudity as a beauty. It is a kind of orthodox elegance. His body is well proportioned, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. In addition, he changed his hairstyle and added a lot of broken hair on his forehead. His face now looks no bigger than a palm.
"How?" He looked sideways at Wei Su Shen: "Do you have the capital to seduce people into committing crimes?"
Wei Sushen had seen him play in various women's clothing before, but this was the first time he saw his dignified and gentle image. It had to be said that it made people want to destroy him.
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