monster study

When Liu Sheng was so dazed, Xiao Qiao and Chong Ming had already walked a long way.Lin Qianfeng watched their backs leaving side by side, and didn't want to be a light bulb, so he followed Liu Sheng slowly behind.

It was already 04:30 in the morning, and the summer night was short, and it would be dawn in a while, which also meant that the night patrol was finally coming to an end.

Lin Qianfeng rubbed his sore neck, thinking that fortunately it was summer vacation, otherwise he would not be able to go to school today.His thoughts were mixed, and suddenly there was a terrified scream in front of him, which disrupted his train of thought.

"There's a ghost!"

Ghost?Is there anyone else who can see ghosts besides them?Lin Qianfeng hurried over to look, but saw a young man with dyed yellow hair wearing three studs on his ears, and dressed in rather punk clothes sitting on the ground in fright, pointing at Xiao Qiao in horror, "Ghost, there is a ghost! "

When he made a fuss, all the people and ghosts around looked over.

This is Bar Street, even at four or five o'clock in the morning, there are still many people.And in such a lively place, there are quite a few ghosts gathered, it seems that there are more ghosts than people.Everyone, look at me and I look at you. Did this yellow hair drink too much? There are so many ghosts hula la around him, but he just pointed at someone and said hell.

The ghosts found it so interesting that even the little briquettes hiding in the shadows couldn't help poking their heads out to look at it quietly.

Seeing that Huang Mao was still shouting, Huang Mao's companion slapped him on the head, "You must have drunk too much! You know... where did you come from at night!"

Huang Mao was slightly sobered up by him, but when he saw Xiao Qiao's face, he still felt terrible.Like, it's so similar, this face, this expression, and those glasses are exactly the same as in the photo!

Ghost, really a ghost!

"Go." Huang Mao hurriedly got up from the ground, grabbed his companion's hand and ran, "Go!"

Chongming looked at the backs of the two staggering away, frowned in displeasure, and lowered his head slightly, "Master, I'll go..."

Xiao Qiao interrupted him with a wave of her hand, "Let them go, even if they really recognize me, so what."

Listening to their conversation, Lin Qianfeng pondered and understood the key point.

The yellow-haired man identified Xiao Qiao as a ghost, and he was so sure. One possibility was that he had actually seen Xiao Qiao back then.And he is an ordinary person, it is impossible to live that long, so what he saw is very likely to be a photo.But it was scary enough, a person who should have lived a hundred years ago suddenly appeared in front of him, and it was still on Ghost Festival, everyone wanted to shout hell.

Lin Qianfeng was a little worried about this, but Xiao Qiao was the calmest among them, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses, "It's almost dawn, let's go back to the study."

In the study, Shang Si and Lu Zhifei had already come back first.As soon as Xiao Qiao and his party opened the door, they smelled a strong fragrance wrapped in a faint aroma of wine wafting from the kitchen.

Lu Zhifei poked his head out from the kitchen, "I'm making wine and soup, drink a bowl before you go to bed, to get rid of the cold."

Of course, everyone would not refuse, so everyone gathered in the living room, and after a busy night, they were slumped, lying on their stomachs, and even Xiao Qiao leaned slightly on Chongming, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Shang Si originally occupied the entire sofa by himself, paralyzed with no bones.Later, afraid that Lu Zhifei would be tired, he got up and went to the kitchen to help serve wine and soup. When he returned to the living room and saw figures waiting to be fed, he immediately felt like the director of a zoo.

In the future, let Tang Bao also live in, so as to attract some customers and collect some entrance fees.

At this time, Wu Qiang Qiang also came back.Smelling the aroma of fermented rice soup, he almost rushed in from the door, staring at the bowl in Shang Si's hand, "Si Ye, what is this?"

Shang Si saw that she knew what she was asking, and glanced at the kitchen angrily, "There are them in the kitchen, take them by yourself."

Wu Qiang Qiang went happily, and Shang Si pulled Lu Zhifei to sit on the sofa.Seeing Taibai and Taihei two chubby guys sitting on the cushions moaning, he ruthlessly pushed them aside, put the cushions away, and let Lu Zhifei lean on them.

Taibai and Taihei rolled a few somersaults on the sofa, and ran to Shang Si's side like a normal person after the roll, looking up at him.The four eyes are big and shining, if you ignore the halazi at the corner of the mouth, it is quite cute.

"Want to eat?" Shang Si tried to persuade.

The two little fat guys nodded quickly, "Think, think, think!"

Shang Si grinned, "I won't give it to you."

The little fat man's humming echoed in the study again, loud and sad.

While Shang Si was teasing them, he caught a glimpse of Chong Ming holding a bowl to cool Xiao Qiao out of the corner of his eye.Xiao Qiao had a bit of a cat's tongue and was afraid of being hot, so Chong Ming carefully blew it cool before handing it over to him, while his own bowl was left untouched.

Take a sip and ask, "Is it still hot?"

Shang Si narrowed his eyes, and turned to look at Lu Zhifei who was sitting beside him drinking his soup quietly. He seemed to be used to it.So Shang Si came to a conclusion—his Yuanyuan must have been bullied!

Shang Si immediately smiled and said to Lu Zhifei, "Yuanyuan, I'll feed you."

Lu Zhifei looked at the spoon and the smiling man who was handed over suddenly, then looked at Xiao Qiao and Chongming, and said clearly, "Don't be so childish."

However, Shang Si's hand holding the spoon did not waver, and stared at Lu Zhifei with burning eyes.Not only naive, but also stubborn.Lu Zhifei had no choice but to lower his head and take a sip from his spoon.

Taibaitaihei looked at it, oops, the master has already fed Lu Lu, so is it my turn to be the next one?Is it my turn?Oh, I'm so shy.

The two chubby guys covered their faces and looked up at Shang Si expectantly.However, the next spoonful, the next spoonful, it was still not their turn.The two little heads followed Shang Si's spoon back and forth, in a hurry.

Wu Qiangqiang couldn't stand it anymore, and stretched out his hand to grab the two little fat guys, "Come to my sister, poor little fat guy."

Then she looked at Lin Qianfeng again. This little classmate was still drinking wine brewed soup calmly. It seemed that he would be a person who could accomplish great things in the future.Unlike Shen Zang, who had a girlfriend and found a new job, he didn't see anyone for three days, and didn't come back to see her, a widowed old man.

At the same time, in an ordinary house somewhere in the city, another prodigal son who hadn't returned home woke up his shallow sleeping parents as soon as he returned home.Hearing the noise outside the house, the middle-aged man got out of bed angrily and opened the door, "Little brat, you still know how to come back!"

However, the expected back-talk did not appear. He looked at his son suspiciously, and saw that he was a little flustered, bypassing himself and running to the utility room.

Then there was another sound of rummaging through boxes and boxes, and the man walked over surprised and angrily, "What are you doing so early in the morning? How many times have I told you not to disturb your mother's sleep, have you listened to it?"

Huang Mao paid no attention to it, and just kept rummaging through one cardboard box after another.The middle-aged man also has a headache for this son, and it's fine to go out and play around on weekdays, but today he doesn't know what kind of crazy he is.

Suddenly, the yellow-haired frantic search stopped, and he suddenly pulled out a photo frame from the bottom of the box.The wooden photo frame is very old, and there are scratches on the border around it, one of which was accidentally scratched by Huang Mao when he was a child.Inside the photo frame is an old black and white photo. In the photo, twelve people are divided into two rows. The people in the front row are sitting and the people in the back row are standing. The background is Shanghai during the Republic of China.

Huang Mao's eyes widened, and he looked anxiously at the second from the left in the first row, where sat a well-dressed boy wearing glasses and a top hat.

But today, this boy reappeared in front of him after traveling through a hundred years.Huang Mao was sure that he read it correctly, because this photo frame had been placed in his grandma's room for a long time, and it was not put away until after grandma passed away the year before last.How could Huang Mao get it wrong after seeing it for more than twenty years, and would there be two people who are so similar in this world?

Age, appearance, temperament, exactly the same!

Even if it's often played like this on TV, it's TV!

"Dad!" Huang Mao's face was horrified, "Damn it!"

Dad was taken aback by his surprise, and was full of anger, "Go and dye your hair back, or I will send you to hell myself!"

The next day, Huang Mao thought about it, and still felt that it was weird.Of course, the hair must not be dyed back, this is his last pride.In the end, he simply ran to the temple to burn incense. After the burning, he secretly hid three incense sticks and worshiped at the place where he met Xiao Qiao.

Speaking of which, he didn't even know the boy's name, and this man suddenly ran back to the underworld, no matter what the reason was, don't come looking for him.

He prayed so devoutly, and after a few days of peaceful life, he found that nothing happened.Huang Mao finally relaxed his mind gradually, wondering whether he was too nervous recently, which led to hallucinations. How can there be such mysterious things in this world?

So he hurried out, wanting to dye the black hair that grew from the roots into golden yellow again, to celebrate.

This time he chose a new barbershop, which was introduced by a friend, who said that the boss is a very hot beauty.Besides, it's a barber shop, but this shop is more like a beauty salon, with enough space and high-end decoration, so Huang Mao rushed over excitedly, although he didn't see the boss, he was not very disappointed.

There are a lot of customers in the store, and the yellow hairs are sitting on the seats after washing their hair and waiting.But after waiting for a long time, the barber who was originally pointed out to him went to cut the hair of other customers.

Huang Mao was very angry, and ran over to argue, "How do you do business? How long have I been here, do you know that you come first and then arrive?"

The barber immediately apologized to him with a smile, "I'm sorry, I was too busy to forget. Just wait a moment, and I'll get someone to cut it for you right away."

Just at this moment, the guest who had just sat down and joined the yellow-haired team raised his head and glanced at him in the mirror.

The boy in the mirror took off his glasses, and his wet hair was a little messy sticking to his ears, showing a different weakness than usual, but there is no doubt that his face was exactly the same as the one in the photo!

Huang Mao's voice stopped abruptly, and he froze in place without moving.

Xiao Qiao glanced at him in the mirror, and said, "Since we pay attention to first come, first served, let's cut him first."

The barber originally thought that this was the boss's distinguished guest, so he wanted to show off, so he forgot about the yellow hair.Now that the distinguished guest had spoken, he had no choice but to answer, and turned to greet Huang Mao.However, Huang Mao was startled and waved his hands again and again, "Don't, don't, I'll just wait, don't let me, really!"

As if to increase the credibility of the words, Huang Mao quickly backed up to the chair he was sitting on just now, sitting upright like a kindergarten child.

The people around looked at each other in blank dismay.

Xiao Qiao happily jumped in line, tapped the armrest of the chair with her fingers, "Then cut it for me first."

The barber responded without daring to be vague, and immediately trimmed it for him.It's just that occasionally I can't help but glance at Huang Mao who is sitting on the chair waiting, seeing his uncontrollable shaking of his legs, I can't help but think: This person is really strange.

God is so pitiful, now Huang Mao has almost finished acting all kinds of horror movies in his heart.Such as "Phantom of the Republic of China", "Sadako of the Republic of China", "Black Boy and White Old Woman", "Old Photos at Midnight" and so on.

terrible!

If you give him another chance, he will definitely dye the black hair back!Lord Buddha and Master Guanyin bless me, there are two identical fertilized eggs in this world, Amitabha.

Huang Mao has never been so sincere, he looked at the sky outside the window, and seemed to be able to see Guanyin waving at him in the clouds.

And at this moment, a cold and clean voice sounded beside his ears, "You know me?"

Huang Mao turned his head stiffly, and the villain in his heart burst into tears.It seems that Master Avalokitesvara did not hear his pious call, as expected, yellow hair is not acceptable.

"Ahahaha..." Huang Mao laughed dryly, "No."

Xiao Qiao, who had just had her hair cut, slowly cleaned her glasses, put them on, and said, "Your expression has betrayed you."

At this time, Wu Qiangqiang, the store manager, came back from the outside with the roast duck. When he saw Xiao Qiao talking to a yellow-haired man, he thought that this kid had finally opened up and learned how to make friends.So she excitedly ran over and patted Xiao Qiao on the shoulder, "Not bad. Who is this, let me introduce you?"

Only then did Xiao Qiao remember that she didn't know the other person's name, so she asked, "What's your name?"

Huang Mao groaned, "My name is Wu, Wu Zhile..."

"For a long time, you don't even know his name, Xiao Qiao." Wu Qiangqiang was surprised.

Xiao Qiao had a cold face, "Who said I must know?"

"Short oil." Wu Qiangqiang tilted Xiao Qiao's stern face, and couldn't help pinching it with his hands, "Don't be so stern, you used to smile at me when you were the spy chief. "

Xiao Qiao slapped her evil hand away, "Don't pinch my face."

The two were talking, but a mushroom cloud exploded in Huang Mao's heart, spy, spy chief?

Mom save me.