My monsters are going to heaven

It's a moonlit night again.

The spring breeze in March is as gentle as love|People’s whispers, bypassing the lattices of the window lattices, passing through the gaps in the leaves, and caressing the wall bricks of the clock tower.

The few wisps of sea in front of Kimporo's forehead were also slightly lifted by the wind passing by the roof of the clock tower, revealing a large smooth forehead

He leaned against the wall and sat in his old position on the balcony railing of the clock tower, looking up at the bright moon.

When viewed from the ground, I feel that the top of the bell tower is very close to the moon, as if standing there, I can touch the icy moon and even pick off the stars.

But when you look at the roof of the bell tower, you will find that the moon is still so high and unattainable, and the stars are far away in the sky.

It's almost like, you take a step forward, they take a step back, always so inaccessible.

The same goes for that person.

There is always an insurmountable gap between the two.

Every time I want to go further, I will find that that person is still so far away.

But thinking of his outrageous situation last night, Kim Poro couldn't help but chuckle.

It was the first time I saw him so annoyed.

It's not easy to find some fun in such a long and boring time.

There was a barely audible sound behind him.

Like a reed leaf gently falling to the ground.

Kim Poro withdrew from his thoughts, without looking back, and lazily said: "You have missed the appointment for three days."

Hua Moyan rubbed his neck, sighed and said, "I've been so sleepy these days, it seems like I can't sleep enough."

It was only today that I was woken up by the sonorous and ups and downs of the storyteller in the tavern.

Hua Moyan leaned behind Jinpoluo, pushed back the hair on the back of his neck, and said with a smile, "There are only 67 seals left! When I'm not around, you can use the method I taught you to solve half of them again, right?"

Kim Poro did not deny it.

There are ninety-nine and eighty-one seals on him.

Each seal has its own unique circuit, like a different lock cylinder.

After Hua Moyan's guidance, he discovered that although the circuits of these seals are different, they all follow the rules: some use the celestial gang and the earthly branch as the axis, and circle around by themselves; , lingering all over his body; there are still some doorways, which he is still groping for.

Before, he only used brute force to try to break through the seal, and the number of times the seal circuit increased with the number of brute force collisions, making it more difficult to unseal, which only increased the pain.

But now, he began to calm down and search for their respective trajectories, and even found some tricks.

Although the seal cannot be completely released, the constraints and pain caused by the seal have been reduced a lot.

Most importantly, he discovered that as long as the vein of mana recovery bypasses these circuits, it will not be absorbed by the seal.

"Nah, nah," Hua Moyan thought of something, "Do you still remember the contract we made earlier?"

Kim Poro finally glanced at him with indifferent eyes: "Huh?"

"Huh????" Hua Moyan was so angry that he wanted to jump up, "You actually forgot?! You, you, you, you really broke your promise! Backtracking! Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!"

"Oh, you mean, that donkey skin?" Kimporo smiled leisurely at the corner of his mouth.

Hua Moyan said bitterly, "You haven't destroyed it yet."

"What's the hurry?" Kimporo looked at the moon, and it moved two positions to the east, "You didn't tell me how to destroy it."

Although he didn't intend to destroy this strange and disgusting thing, but this thing is invulnerable to fire and water, and it is really powerful.

I don't know who made it, let alone what it was used for?

"It's because I don't know, that's why I asked you to find a way to destroy it." Hua Moyan said coolly, "A person like you will always have a way, right?"

"Human?" Kimporo let out a mocking laugh from his throat, he grinned slowly, his two canine teeth reflected the cold light, "I'm not a human."

"Where did you hide it?" Hua Moyan ignored his word games and asked directly.

"A nice place."

Hua Moyan stared at the indifferent Kimporo, knowing that he couldn't ask any more questions, so he snorted heavily after a while.

Seongnam Police Station.

The kerosene lamp on the table was crackling, and the wick was almost exhausted.

Wen Yuan's head sank, his chin hit the table, and he opened his eyes in pain.

In front of you is the glass partition in front of the interrogation room.

He remembered that he was still at work.

I just dozed off accidentally.

I had no choice but to pick up the cup on the side, took a sip of the strong tea, and forced myself to look into the glass.

Seems like there's still no progress?

In the interrogation room, there were two people sitting at the two ends of an old mahogany table.

One is calm and calm, his eyes are like a torch, and he never looks tired.

His chin, which had not been shaved for two days, was covered with green stubble.

Li Feiyun, who is like a cannonball on weekdays, only became so patient when he entered the interrogation room, as if he had changed himself.

He looked at the opposite person expressionlessly, as if trying to find even the slightest trace from the other person's expression, but it was in vain.

Compared to the cold Li Feiyun, the person on the other end seemed calm and relaxed, as calm as if he was receiving guests in his own living room.

Whether it's the ends of the eyebrows or the slightly chapped corners of the lips, there are two smiles.

There was deep fatigue in the warm eyes, but there was no resentment, let alone fear.

Sometimes I can even smile at the sight of the other side.

I don't know how long it took before Li Feiyun spoke up: "You still have nothing to say?"

Zhou Xiaosheng nodded: "Yes."

Li Feiyun's expression showed a trace of relief and relaxation: "Speak."

"I..." Zhou Xiaosheng sighed in embarrassment, "I'm really thirsty."

"..."

Five minutes later, Li Feiyun was smoking and sighing in silence outside the interrogation room.

"I haven't slept for two days, and he still didn't say anything?" Wen Yuan glanced at the person in the glass partition who was drinking water leisurely, "Oh, I'm also someone who has seen the scene, since I came in I have never seen him in a hurry. However, he still has some relationship with the chief of the provincial department. Both the chief and his wife are fans of his drama, and the superiors have taken care of him. Without conclusive evidence, he cannot be sentenced to death."

"If I have conclusive evidence, I still need to be tried?" Li Feiyun cursed, "Look at him, he is a gentle scum!"

"So did we catch it too quickly?" Wen Yuan said, "After all, the evidence in hand is not enough..."

"It's nothing," Li Feiyun shook his hand, "We invited him here, just for show to the monkey. What I asked is not something important."

This "monkey" refers to the inner ghost in the police station.

"As a play every day, can we also act in movies?" Wen Yuan laughed.

Li Feiyun patted Wen Yuan on the shoulder, and praised: "One day the case is solved, and I will personally give you an Acting King Award." After a pause, "Add ten times of spicy noodle soup."

Wen Yuan laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.

None of them noticed that the man on the other side of the partition, who had just drank a whole glass of water, was looking at them and smiling slightly.

Turn right at the police station for 400 meters, and there is a small inn.

This inn has always been known for its cheapness. Merchants who come and go, vendors who come to the county to make a living, or people who come to visit relatives and friends in the prison, often stay here.

It is much cheaper to live for a month than to live for a day or two.

But in cheap places, the general requirements should not be too high.

Mr. Cao has also lived here for some time, and he has gotten used to the wind coming in through the closed window cracks, the rain seeping in through the tiles, and the sound of screaming |bed| from the next door coming in through the cracks in the wall.

I am more used to the creaking sound of stepping on the floor.

Sometimes, he was also afraid that if he didn't pay attention, he would step through the cardboard-thin floor and fall downstairs.

I heard that a guest fell like this last month and fell on the top of the bed in the room below. Fortunately, nothing serious happened, and the floor had to be repaired for a fee.

He was used to waking up early, and as soon as he heard the first rooster crowing in the morning, he couldn't fall asleep again.

Slowly sitting up from the bed, fumbled for a shirt to put on.

The window opened with a "squeak".

A black shadow came in from the window, and sat on the window sill generously.

Before Mr. Cao could see clearly, the black shadow had already started laughing:

"...Old man Mo, long time no see, you've changed your appearance again! If I didn't hear you talking about my affairs beyond recognition, I wouldn't even recognize you."

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zzZZZZ, so sleepy!

It breaks my heart to think that this is the penultimate night I can stay up!