My monsters are going to heaven

A spicy soup shop in the east of the county.

Two catties of burning knives, two bowls of super spicy spicy noodle soup, and one plate of peanuts.

Lu Yiming held the peanuts, put them in his mouth one by one, and chewed them up.

Waiting casually for Wen Yuan.

He didn't have the time to savor the taste of peanuts. He just regarded chewing peanuts as a habitual action to pass the time and take a sip of wine from time to time.

People coming and going on the side of the road, he watched coldly, already tired of watching.

Those children running past playfully, old men carrying burdens and hawking, young students walking slowly... In Lu Yiming's eyes, there is no difference.

Those are just skin bags with different shapes, and who knows what kind of ghosts are contained in them.

Just like him, the one sitting here today is Lu Yiming.

In another three or two years, or three or two months, or even three or two quarters, the person sitting here in the same skin will no longer be known.

Thinking of tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he is no longer the one who can sit here and enjoy the scenery, Lu Yiming became inexplicably irritable.

It's like a stick in the throat, like sitting on pins and needles, like a maggot attached to a bone.

I can't feel comfortable in every inch of my body.

The peanuts were also inadvertently picked up, and the chopsticks in his hand were aimlessly poking in the plate.

Lowering his eyes, his eyes fell on his right hand.

A long scab of more than an inch appeared on the back of the hand at some point.

Maybe it was when I went to bed yesterday.

Although he knew that the donkey demon was making troubles in this skin from time to time, but every time he noticed that he was doing something that he didn't know about while he was not paying attention, he secretly shivered.

The longer the time, the more creepy.

Could it be that he could only sit helplessly and watch the monster occupy the magpie's nest?

... When the time comes, will my soul be transferred to some beast, or will I become a lonely soul?

Maybe, even without the chance of reincarnation, the soul flies away.

The speed at which the chopsticks stabbed the plate involuntarily increased.

A few strands of resentment and unwillingness flashed across the eyes that were originally numb and lifeless like a pool of stagnant water.

I don't know the origin and route of the donkey demon.

I really want to fuck|Turn over the eighteen generations of that donkey monster's ancestor! !

especially……

The scene of suddenly waking up in the bell tower in the early morning of that morning flashed through my mind.

At that time, I was clearly conscious and had good ears and eyes, but I was like an irrelevant spectator in my skin. I couldn't say or move. I could only watch Hua Moyan and that rascal talking secretly, as if they had agreed on something. Unbelievable thing.

Between the words, Kim Poro clearly knew that the person who spoke was not him!

It's a pity that I woke up too late and didn't understand what they agreed on.

Lu Yiming gritted his teeth, two groups of angry flames rose in his pupils, and suddenly clenched the chopsticks in his hand.

Take all precautions, but never expected that Jinpoluo is actually in the same group as Hua Moyan.

Humph.

Fortunately, he has raised this guy half as a son and half as a pet for so long...

!

The chopsticks in Leng Buding's hand were pulled away, and his thoughts were interrupted.

Lu Yiming was startled, raised his eyes, and smiled: "Yo, Detective Wen, you've become a busy person when you're reinstated. I'll wait for the flowers to thank you."

Wen Yuan threw the chopsticks back to him, and jokingly said, "Even if I'm late, you don't have to worry so much about chopsticks!" His eyes swept over the wine on the table and the extra bowl of spicy noodle soup, his face As if fireworks were lighting up the sky in an instant, he couldn't hide his excitement: "Burning knives! Super spicy soup! Hahaha!" Patting Lu Yiming on the shoulder, "As expected of my friend. Those who know me, Yiming also !"

Self-servingly, he whipped out a pair of chopsticks and couldn't wait to stir up the noodles, as if he had been hungry for 100 years. He ate so much that even the wild dogs on the road heard him and looked at him enviously.

Lu Yiming saw that he was still enjoying the super spicy noodle soup, so he couldn't help but swallowed with anticipation.

After all, he usually eats a bowl of slightly spicy food, which makes his throat burn, but the fire in his heart has become more and more intense in the past few days, so today he simply ordered a super spicy dish to quell the fire.

Unhurriedly, he picked up the chopsticks and picked up two sticks of soup noodles covered in red oil, imitating Wen Yuan and sucking them into his mouth.

In the next moment, his face was flushed, and he spat out the chewed noodles, and soon his whole body was like a match, his whole body was dyed red by the spiciness spreading from his mouth.

From the ears to the face, from the neck to the ankles.

It just barely burned up and smoked.

Wen Yuan was amused by him, and waved to the boss: "Shui Shuishui!"

The boss was used to this scene, so he scooped a full spoon from the cold water tank next to him with a wooden spoon and handed it over.

Lu Yiming took the Gudong Gudong and poured it down. One spoonful was not enough, so he ran to the side of the water tank to scoop up a few more spoonfuls.

After a few tablespoons of cold water, I finally managed to speak, my voice became hoarse: "Boss, don't open the soup noodle shop, just open the poison | medicine shop, this is so spicy that it can kill two cows!"

"It's clearly written on my menu—be careful when it's super spicy, you must order it." The mellow soup noodle boss smiled and pointed to Wen Yuan, "Look at Inspector Wen's face that doesn't change his face, and is addicted to spicy food like his life." The person who is my confidant."

Lu Yiming took a long time to pick up the chopsticks again, but he refused to touch the bowl of super spicy noodles again, and ordered another wonton.

Wen Yuan also laughed for almost half a moment before eating his super spicy noodles again.

He shook his head and sighed softly: "You can only be a little happier if you come out to chat and eat with old friends."

"It seems that the case is stuck?" Lu Yiming asked pretending to be casual.

One is out of curiosity, and the other is that Chen Jinzhi is also somewhat related to this case.

Thinking of the last time Chen Jinzi hid in the medicine box and boarded the cargo ship in Chunqiuyuan, and there was no news, he couldn't help secretly anxious.

He always felt that... Chunqiuyuan was not an ordinary troupe.

Especially after seeing light dust.

Wen Yuan smiled secretly: "It's hard to say."

"It seems that it is really difficult." Lu Yiming smiled nonchalantly, he fully understood Wen Yuan's position.

"By the way," Wen Yuan seemed to think of something interesting, and he was full of interest, "How are you and Miss Zhao Si doing recently? Can something good happen soon?"

Lu Yiming held a wonton in disapproval: "Hey, what am I, how can I be worthy of Miss Zhao Si?"

"Are you kidding me!" Wen Yuan was stunned, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of sincerity, "My friend is good-looking, educated, loyal, and has a kind heart, everything is good. Such a How can a good man be unworthy of Miss Zhao Si?"

Lu Yiming took a mouthful of wontons and almost choked into the air duct. He coughed awkwardly, swallowed the food with difficulty, and said, "Where is this going? I have nothing to do with her. Really."

Seeing his reluctance, Wen Yuan guessed that he was indeed a man with a heart like iron, so he couldn't make fun of it anymore, so he changed the subject: "Your friend from out of town... oh, it's Kim Poro, he is Where are you from?"

"Tianjin." Lu Yiming paused without raising his head, "What?"

"It's nothing serious. The county may have to interrogate foreigners recently. You'd better ask him to prepare his documents. He might come to your town someday." Wen Yuan was vague but full of good intentions, "Why haven't I seen you bring him recently Come out? Have a drink together, friends."

"He hasn't been very good lately, and he's making troubles all the time, so let him look after the house."

Wen Yuan was amused by his statement: "He's not a dog, how can he behave?"

Lu Yiming was at a loss for words for a while, and didn't respond. He silently drank a glass of wine and took a sip.

After a while, he quietly asked: "If you found out that the people around you seemed to be doing something bad to you behind your back, what would you do?"

"Ask him directly." Wen Yuan replied nonchalantly.

"Can't you ask?"

"Call him." Wen Yuan said with a look of cursing, "You bastard! You son of a bitch! What did you eat to be so vicious!"

"Haha, good scolding! It's the first time I've seen you swearing badly."

"Because there was someone recently that made me want to scold so hard."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and finished off the rest of the burning knives.

It was already night when Lu Yiming returned home with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

He put the ultra-spicy noodle soup packed by the boss on a temporary basis in a bowl, took out the bronze box from his arms, and opened it: "Qingcheng, aren't you hungry? Come, dad packed something good for you, eat it." Bar."

"...Actually, I can bear it for a while." Qingcheng responded weakly.

Lu Yiming slapped the table, his face was terribly cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Eat."

I don't know if it was because of drunkenness or the pent-up anger, he was in an indescribably bad mood, he just let his temper flow.

After a while, the noodle soup in the bowl was indeed a little smaller.

Only then did Lu Yiming smile slightly: "Hey, this is Daddy's good boy. Eat up the rest."

Qingcheng's voice contained a faint cry: "This smell is so strange. I seem to be on fire."

Lu Yiming looked at the bronze box coolly, but did not reply.

In the delicate atmosphere, the noodles in the bowl disappeared bit by bit, and soon it was empty.

Then Qingcheng sobbed softly.

"It's unpalatable, it's so unpalatable."

A strange look appeared on Lu Yiming's face, as if mocking, but also as if scolding: "It's so ugly, why do you still eat it?"

"Because...you let me eat it."

The expression on Lu Yiming's face was even darker and inexplicable, and his eyes were as cool as frost.He leaned closer to the box and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why...you do what I tell you to do?"

Qingcheng's crying stopped instantly, and he didn't reply.

Lu Yiming has been wondering about this question for a long time.

It was obvious that three people found this ghost thing in the cave at the same time, but it only listened to him.

He told it to speak, and it spoke.

He told it to eat, and it ate.

He told it to eat people, and it eats people.

Never disobeyed.

With a young heart, he is only happy that he has got a great baby, and when he makes a big mistake, he regrets it too late.

If there is regret medicine in the world, that would be fine.

Lu Yiming murmured bitterly: "Why do you insist on listening to me? Why can't you, can't... persuade me when I let you do bad things?!" Why do you want to help me?

"What is a good thing? What is a bad thing?" Qingcheng asked in a low voice.

Lu Yiming sighed, clasped the box firmly, and threw it on the ground.

The box rolled over on the ground a few times and stopped moving.

——My friend is good-looking, educated, loyal, and kind-hearted...everything is good.

Wen Yuan's words echoed in his ears.

Lu Yiming suddenly laughed at himself, feeling sad.

——If I was really that kind, how could I have harmed Meng Linsheng, how could I have angered my father to death, how could I have lost my family fortune, and how could I have... ran away with anger at A Ting?

What's the point of me being like this.

It's better, it's better...

The door was pushed open.

This way of pushing the door straight, Lu Yiming thought it was Sister Chen, but when he looked up, it was another person he wanted to scold.

"Who were you talking to just now?" Kim Poro approached slowly and asked a little strangely.

He was wearing the shirt and trousers that Sister Chen had recently ordered for him. His silver hair was half-coaxed and dyed black by Sister Chen. He finally didn't look like a foreigner. His overly tall figure doesn't look like a person from a southern town, but rather a noble son from a wealthy family in a big northern city.

There is always trouble.

"Myself." Lu Yiming replied perfunctorily, seeing his hair couldn't help being amused, "Oh, Sister Chen said that you were too conspicuous before and it was inconvenient to do things, so I want to tidy it up for you, so I just tidy it up like this. ?Like a black-bone chicken."

The hair that used to be like crane feathers is now dyed, which makes it look weird.I don't know what kind of material is used, and the dyeing is not very neat. At first glance, it looks fine, but when you look closely, it turns out to be mottled like black chicken feathers.

Kim Poro ignored his ridicule, but noticed the box on the ground, picked it up, and asked casually, "What is this?"

"An antique left by our ancestors." Lu Yiming said casually.

He was so sleepy that he didn't want to talk to Kimporo, stood up with one hand on the table, staggered a few steps and fell down on the couch.

He didn't bother to take off his shoes, so he lazily ordered: "Get out."

He didn't hear footsteps, Lu Yiming turned his head and glanced.

Sure enough, Kim Poro didn't go out, but sat at the table and studied the box with great interest.

Having gotten used to Kim Poro's rebelliousness, Lu Yiming was too sleepy to scold him today.

Strange to say, it has been so long, but there is still that burning hotness left in his mouth.

Sitting up halfway: "Hey, just pour me a glass of cold water before you leave."

The cold water came quickly.

Drank it down: "Come again."

When the cold water is swept over, the spiciness subsides slightly, but when the water is dipped in the belly and the roots of the teeth are licked, it is still faintly spicy.

After drinking seven or eight cups like this, it was only slightly better.

Kim Poro sat by the bed, looked at him and laughed, "Why don't you just go to the well and drink your fill."

I don't know whether it was due to the strength of the alcohol or finally he couldn't bear it anymore, Lu Yiming suddenly threw the cup into the face of Jin Poluo, who was half a foot away, and cursed: "Dog|force|raised!"

Kim Poro pinched the cup that rolled down from the bridge of his nose, his complexion obviously became serious instantly, and his eyes were gloomy and uncertain in the candlelight.

Suddenly, he bent down, approached Lu Yiming's face, and said coldly: "Yes, I was raised by you."

Lu Yiming was stunned for a while in the increasingly drowsy drunkenness before he realized that he was scolding himself back, his anger became more intense, and he roared:

"Don't even think about how I treated you, and how you treated me! You bastard!"

His throat was already sore, but with this roar, it became completely hoarse.

"How do you treat me?" Kimporo pursed his thin lips, his canine teeth on the right were looming in the darkness, and his magnetic voice was full of strong mockery, he said every word as if gnashing his teeth, "You mean... Did you treat me like a dog|son|son|son before? Or did you mean to beat and scold me so often like now? This kindness, I am indeed lucky and unforgettable for three lifetimes. How do you want me to repay you?"

Lu Yiming squinted his misty eyes and was stunned again.

He found that it was getting more and more difficult to understand a thing with his current thinking ability, just like trying to pick up a needle through layers of water waves.

He covered his forehead and pinched his temples twice, trying to get his consciousness out of the drunkenness.

After a while, he said with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "If you don't want to, you can leave a long time ago. It's easy for you to leave, right?" After a pause, "So, you... have other plans in the morning! "

Seeing that Jin Poluo did not refute, Lu Yiming was even more annoyed.

"By default?"

Kim Poro didn't answer, but asked mockingly, "What do you want me to do to repay you?"

roll.

Obviously what he wanted to say was this word, but Lu Yiming blurted out six other words: "Kill me if you have the guts."

After speaking, I was also startled.

Immediately he was cheerful: Yes, isn't this exactly what he has always wanted to do but dared not admit or do?

Every day, I am afraid that I will never see the sun again, I am afraid that I will die from this world after falling asleep, and let the monster seize my home.

Dissatisfied in every possible way but can only sit and wait for death.

Since they can't compete, it's better to burn everything together, and just take that donkey demon with him to hell.

He murmured: "It's really boring to live."

Kim Poro was taken aback for a moment, as if he hadn't expected this answer.

The beautiful eyes flashed disdain.

"Coward." He snorted coldly, "If you want to die so much, why don't you do it yourself?"

"I……"

I don't want to die.

I can not be reconciled.

I can not let it go.

Those endless scenery, endless good books, endless tasting wine, endless chatting with friends... He is reluctant to part with any of them, and he is even more unwilling to give up his skin and life to others.

Lu Yiming opened his mouth, but said flatly, "I'm afraid of pain."

"Let me help you." Kimporo's voice suddenly softened, and he said in a low voice.

"Oh." Hearing the gentle response from the other side, Lu Yiming's originally tense heart relaxed for some reason, and he responded without emotion.

Consciousness gradually rose, as if he had reached the clouds, and he became numb and confused: what did he just say?What did I say again?why should i dieWhat is death like?

Kimporo's face was closer to his breath, and the tip of his nose was enveloped in a scorching air current.

Lu Yiming thought lightly: What is he going to do?

The next moment, Kim Poro's lips turned over, and now, even his lips were enveloped in strange heat.

Lu Yiming continued to think lightly: what is he doing?

Kimporo lightly licked‖ the soft and moist lips, licking every inch there into a deeper red, and then slipped in from the corners of the slightly parted lips.Feeling a slight tremor from the person opposite, he raised the man's jaw, resisted the urge to drive straight in and conquer the city, backed out slightly, nibbled on his lips, and said softly: "Stick out your tongue a little, let I eat."

Looking at the man's misty eyes, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, and after a long while, the tip of his pink tongue protruded out of his white jade-like teeth.Kimporo finally couldn't hold back anymore, and rushed in again, like a hurricane sweeping away, climbing over mountains and ridges with the momentum of flattening mountains, opening mountains and building canals with Dayu's patience in controlling water...

……

It seems like a long time.

Feeling that Kim Poro finally let go of himself, Lu Yiming looked at Kim Poro's face who was close at hand, because he was too close to see his expression clearly.

Lu Yiming leaned his head weakly against the bedside table behind him, and with the last bit of consciousness left, he asked in an unwavering tone, "Why am I still alive?"

Kim Poro licked the corners of his lips and smiled: "When you wake up tomorrow, you will naturally be ashamed to death."