My monsters are going to heaven

"En." Wen Yuan nodded.

The door was closed again from the outside.

Wen Yuan stretched out his hand and stroked his left chest lightly, the skin there was still aching.

But the strange thing is that there is no pain inside.

He unbuttoned the hospital gown one by one, looked down suspiciously at the place where the gauze was wrapped, and the white gauze was still stained with dark blood.

Gritting his teeth slightly, Wen Yuan carefully unwrapped the gauze wrapped around his chest, peeling off layer by layer, revealing the wound.

The wound on the chest where the iron wire penetrated was no thicker than chopsticks, and a brown scab formed.

He raised his left arm and looked down at the side of his left armpit with difficulty.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

——When I first entered the hospital that day, there were clearly two rows of centipede-shaped huge blood scabs there, but now they have disappeared, leaving only two faint scars, which look like they have healed for several years.

Something scraped against the glass surface outside the window, making a "chuss" sound.

Wen Yuan narrowed his eyes and looked over, vaguely seeing a white shadow.

He quickly put on his clothes and jumped out of bed, moving to the window sill.

It was pitch black outside the window, only the street lamps downstairs reflected a few balls of white light coldly.

Looking around, nothing suspicious was found.

The ward I was in was on the fourth floor of the hospital, and Adjutant Liu had sent a bunch of people to guard it.

It is estimated that the night bird passed by.

Wen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, buttoned up his buttons, and slowly walked back to the hospital bed.

Secretly surprised in my heart: I just realized that my body is as sensitive as usual after walking around just now. Is it almost recovered?

After he turned around, a white shadow slowly and silently descended from above the window.

- Father is not here either.Where did daddy go?

The white shadow sucked his fingers, resisting the urge to cry out.

It's just that I found a tree to sleep during the day, and my father disappeared when I came back. It was obvious that I had been lying in the underground room before.

I searched for a lot of rooms, but couldn't find them.

——Is Dad awake?Sneaked away while I wasn't looking?Are you still angry?

Oh, let's look for it again.This crappy house is so big, it's disgusting...

Lu house.

Lu Yiming groped his way back to the room.

After returning to the room and closing the door, he felt a rush of hot air coming from the bed, carrying the fragrance of the bath.

I can't help but feel sincerely, Sister Chen is really more and more considerate, even the things for bathing are prepared in such a timely manner.

Just now he really ate half a bowl of raw rice, which made his cheeks sore.

Sister Chen looked distressed, and cooked the dishes as quickly as possible and served them on the table.

After he was satisfied, he went to the storage room, found the old can of Zhuangyuanhong hidden in the corner, and secretly drank two cups.

The wine was strong, and he got a little drunk.

He hurriedly took off his clothes and entered the bathtub, the temperature was moderate and he felt comfortable all over.

The heat relaxes the meridians, makes the drunkenness stronger, and brings a little tiredness.

In a daze, Lu Yiming felt himself standing up slowly.

Confused, he looked down and saw a belly full of snow-white fluff, and further down, two bird claws.

Looking around, the fine and smooth cage columns stand in front of you.

—I was standing in that bird cage.

Huh?How did I become that copper blue flycatcher again?

Just... just taking a bath?

daze.

This soul wear is really irregular and impossible to guard against.

I thought the matter of turning back into a human would be over, but it turned out not to be over yet?

Someone was talking under the cage, talking and laughing at Yanyan.

He leaned down and looked at the furnishings in the room, and unexpectedly came to Kimporo's room.

This mahogany couch was custom-made for Kimporo, for fear that it would be too short for him to sleep well.

Sitting next to the couch in the room is a man and a woman.

——Jimpoluo, and...the red card Lu Jiuniang from Xiaoxiangju?

When did these two really hook up?

The bird rolled its eyes, hum.

Lu Jiuniang was filling up the wine and was about to hand it to Jin Poluo, when she slipped her hand over his palm as if inadvertently, and squeezed it.

Lu Yiming gave her a big white eye: This woman has no professional ethics, she took his money to play fairy dance, but she hooked up with someone.

"This bird is so beautiful, what's its name?" Lu Jiuniang didn't see his contempt, but praised him from across the cage.

Lu Yiming: Calling "unlucky, unlucky, mourning bird", staring at whoever is unlucky.

"Why doesn't it sing? If I become such a beautiful bird, I will be so happy to sing every day." Lu Jiuniang seemed to like him very much.

Kim Poro sat on the couch and said, "Really?"

Lu Jiuniang looked back and smiled at him, her eyes were full of tenderness, "I can sing to you right now."

The corners of Kim Poro's mouth curled up, he opened his obscene clothes, showing his strong chest, and opened his arms, "Come and sing."

Tsk tsk, it looks like the eye of a needle will grow.

Lu Yiming turned around disdainfully, pointed the tuft of hair on his butt to the dog and fella, and dozed off.

In a daze, Lu Yiming felt that he had become Sun Wukong, and was pushed down to the foot of the mountain by the slap of the Tathagata Buddha, and he was almost out of breath.

During the struggle, the mountain wall trembled, and the whole body was sore and hot, as if it was about to shatter under the mountain.After passing through this layer of sourness, the drizzle moistens the skin one after another, gradually as if the flowers move a mountain and the beauty of spring.

Moaning and opening his eyes, only to see a familiar face close at hand.

Startled, this face...

Kimporo.

The gray-blue eyes were mixed with a different color, revealing a bottomless black, as if to swallow him up from head to toe.

There was a chill down the spine, and my mind suddenly woke up from the chaos.

After struggling for a while, I found that I was entangled naked with him...

My whole body trembled with fright.

This is, what is going on here? !

He screamed in horror, but what came out of his throat was a woman's high-pitched scream.

Looking down suspiciously, two huge peaks protruded from his chest.

? !

"Squeak!" Lu Yiming slipped his foot and almost fell off the pole.

Only then did I realize that it was just Nankey Yimeng.

Peeking at the bed, the dog and the man have fallen asleep cuddling each other.

He blinked blankly, looked at the fluffy white bird feathers on his chest, there was no giant | peak, and felt relieved: Fortunately, I am a bird...

Ah, no.

This woman, after all, is a human being.

Thinking about it this way, I was at a loss. Is it better to be a bird or a woman?

Realizing that he had started to get used to being a bird, Lu Yiming could not help but fell into a faint sadness, staring at the moon outside the window in a daze, and stayed up all night.

As soon as Dongfang showed his whites, he deliberately yelled to wake up the men and women on the bed.

Lu Jiuniang was also good-tempered, she didn't get angry at all when she got up, she put on her bellyband and got out of bed, poking the copper blue flycatcher with her slender fingers while smiling, and said to the man on the bed: "Last night, I dreamed I turned into a bird. Standing in the cage and watching you with a woman who looks exactly like me...hehehe."

Kim Poro lazily picked up the autumn clothes on the ground, and asked with interest: "How is it? Is it fun to be a bird?"

"It's more fun to be a human being." Lu Jiuniang said, turning around and sitting in Jin Poluo's arms.

Kim Poro embraced her with one hand, and touched the silver pocket watch by the table with the other, but looked at the copper-blue flycatcher in the cage with malicious intent.

Seeing that fleeting smirk, Lu Yiming, still indignant, shivered inexplicably, spread his wings and jumped to the other side of the cage.

"Wow!"

Subconsciously waving his arms to stroke the still-warm water in the tub, the sound of water waves made Lu Yiming wake up from the barrel in a jerk.

Feeling the water around his body and the wood on his back, he was dazed and touched his body.

Hands and feet are complete, and the skin is smooth... I am relieved that I have not turned into a bird.

——The water is still hot, which means that it was indeed a dream in the bathtub just now.

Not wanting to recall the absurd dream just now, he wiped his hot cheeks with his hand: What a dream!Pooh.

Struggling to stand up from the water, his legs were inexplicably weak, and he staggered when he turned out of the tub, but luckily he found something to stabilize him.

She put on her clothes and lay half on the bed for a long time, but the heat on her body didn't decrease at all.

Even the mind is in chaos.

As if bewitched by that dream, Lu Yiming slowly lowered his hand.

Female monster, female monster, beautiful female monster...

He forced himself to draw a beautiful female monster in his mind, and let Boundless Fengyue be charming in his mind.

Looking up, panting.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Yiming finished everything with a rough panting.

Reaching out to grab something from the coffee table next to the bed to clean it up.

Sure enough, he caught a towel.

...Suddenly felt something was wrong.

The height of the coffee table can't reach the position where my hand is now.

Lu Yiming suddenly grabbed down with his hand and grabbed a hand.

The bones are distinct and the knuckles are slender.

With a warm feeling.

Lu Yiming's invisible eyes under the gauze widened, and the heat that had just faded on his face returned.

He pulled the thin quilt on the couch to cover his body at the fastest speed, gritted his teeth, and roared: "Kimporo!!!"

"I'm not very clear. It seems that he has no close relatives when he was in school. Now he doesn't even have his only old uncle." Zhao Donglai rarely showed a trace of sympathy, but it was only for a very short moment.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wen Yuan: "Inspector, take your leave."

Zhao Donglai smiled, and went forward to pick up the top hat on the table: "I left something behind, just put it away..."

Wen Yuan nodded.

Thinking of something, he called Zhao Donglai: "Well, what happened to your old classmate's corpse?"

Zhao Donglai straightened the brim of his hat, pursed his thin lips, and smiled in a delicate arc: "Hurry up? The case is pending, and the autopsy has been completed. There is no one in his own family, and the widow thinks he is unlucky and refuses to accept it." Pulled back, only one piece of ocean was left and said it was burnt, so why keep it? If you keep it, the weather will be stinky. The hospital just dragged the person to the funeral home today. In the afternoon, the funeral home sent a box of ashes to East Department, no one touches it, if you go back to work, you can see it on your desk."

"There is no one in his family?" Wen Yuan felt a little regretful after working with Zheng Qinghe for a while.

In good conscience, Zheng Qinghe is a good person, and there are no major flaws in his work, but he is a bit withdrawn.

He parted his lips slightly, let out a long sigh, and covered his face with his right hand.

Could it be that he could only watch it turn into a death case?

No, he is not reconciled.With so much painstaking effort, how could it be possible to let them go to waste?

Zhao Donglai paused, and slowly put on the top hat, his clear eyes were instantly covered by the shadow of the top hat: "Oh, you mean Zheng Qinghe? It's burning."

"Burn?" Wen Yuan was slightly taken aback, "So fast."

The person who came was actually Zhao Donglai.

"?" Wen Yuan glanced sideways and asked with his eyes.

To sort out a big mess, at least find both ends of the twine first, and then comb carefully.

Right now, the Chen family is in a mess, Wen Yuan tried his best, but he couldn't find the thread, let alone sort it out.

Who is it?

Wen Yuan didn't look up, and said casually, "Go in."

The door opened.

- tuk tuk tuk.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

After Zhao Donglai left, Wen Yuan took out his small notebook and recorded some key points of the new murder case in it.

He was alone in the ward, quiet, and the rustle of his writing sounded from time to time.

After finishing writing, he accidentally turned to the front of the notebook, and saw the densely packed notes of the previous Chen family extermination case, lowered his eyes, and fell into deep thought.