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Late at night, beside the outer wall of No. [-] Middle School in City Y, a semi-old van with its headlights turned off was parked motionless on the side of the road.

There are a few people sitting quietly in the car without the lights turned on at all. At this moment, they are secretly paying attention to the movement outside the car window, just looking at the time on the mobile phone. It will be a while before the thing they are waiting for appears. Wang Zhimo, who was squatting here all night, first yawned boredly in the back seat, and then lazily said to Liu Tan and Chen Xiaoguang, who were silent in the front seat,

"I said, comrades, can't we chat casually? Didn't you say that the screams of the ghosts came out after twelve o'clock? It's only 11:30 now. Why is the atmosphere so heavy? ah……"

"Wen Major's rule, during working hours, you are not allowed to chat casually."

Liu Tan replied indifferently, he really didn't have much good looks towards Wang Zhimo, a foreign aid whose origin was unknown, and who didn't know what effect it could play so far. Ying just rolled his eyes angrily, then muttered,

"It's obviously because he doesn't like to talk. How can he make such a broken rule that no one else is allowed to talk? What a waste if the mouth is not used for talking when it grows on the face..."

"It's also annoying to have a mouth that's always on your face for talking."

Chen Xiaoguang, who had lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, stopped Wang Zhimo when he heard the words and raised his head with a half-smile. At this point, Wang Zhimo finally realized that he might not be very popular with the two people in front of him.

Just thinking about it is right, these two people are one-in-a-million land plant office workers, elites among human beings. The land plant office is so difficult to pass, and the annual national qualification examination is even more difficult. I can't get in with the real skills.

People like them will inevitably be a little prejudiced against people like Wang Zhimo who seem to have little ability, but if Wen Ying insisted that Wang Zhimo act with them, Liu Tan and the others would definitely not even look straight at ordinary times. Will watch him.

However, Wang Zhimo is an open-minded person, and he would not be angry because of such trivial matters. It's just that since people don't care about him, he won't take the initiative to put his face on his cold butt, but since he thought of a certain piece of wood, he couldn't get angry. Wang Zhimo, who was thinking about things by the car window, inevitably remembered the reason why he was not here when he was so focused on his work.

This week's continuous investigation and evidence collection allowed them to temporarily lock the trail of the Datura gene carrier who fled from Qingming City to No. [-] Middle School in the downtown area.

According to the information feedback from the preliminary investigation and evidence collection, No. [-] Middle School will make a sound similar to human crying every night until twelve o'clock. Wen Ying asked his staff to take the time to check the growth of plants nearby during this period, and found There are traces similar to insect eggs parasitic and corroding plants.

The insect eggs he took away from Huakang last time were analyzed by Liu Tan, but because the composition of this thing is so complicated, Liu Tan has been unable to give any material analysis report until now.

So after a little arrangement, Wen Ying decided that regardless of whether the mandala gene carrier was here or not, he would first solve the problem in the No. [-] Middle School, so as not to cause unnecessary social panic.

It's just that he arranged it like this, but when it came to the specific action, he suddenly stopped coming.

However, the more people involved in this kind of thing, the easier it is to mess up. It doesn't matter if Wen Ying doesn't come to direct in person, but in the face of Wang Zhimo's suspicion that he deliberately has nothing to do, Wen Ying, a mutated wood that has been dealing with more and more recently, can only do it. Of course, he replied lightly.

Wen Ying: "The chances of Mandala being there are not high at all. I don't need to go in person. You and Ye Ku are solely responsible for this matter. I have something to do tonight."

Wang Zhimo: "Hey, how do you know the probability is not high... But, what's the matter, hehe, you usually don't leave so casually."

Wen Ying: "Private matter."

Wang Zhimo: "Oh, oh, it really makes people blush, it's a private matter, how private is it?"

Wen Ying: "I don't want to tell you the kind of selfishness, are you satisfied?"

Wang Zhimo: "……………………"

Although he failed to get the word out in the end, judging by the situation, he must have gone to discuss a private matter with his partner who was doing everything. After thinking about it, Wang Zhimo felt that it was not good for him to always give Wen Ying such blind ideas. If you respect people, it's better to let him get better slowly.

So at this moment, he just shook his head and smiled and leaned back in the back seat. After a while, he got really bored and started talking to Ye Ku, who was beside him with his eyes closed and meditating on the Heart Sutra.

"Ye Ku, I'm so bored, let's talk casually."

When Ye Ku heard Wang Zhimo's voice, he also opened his grayish-blue eyes, his whole demeanor was dignified and dignified, and his temperament was neither ill nor slow.

Regarding his origin, Liu Tan and the others agreed that it should be even more mysterious than Wang Zhimo, but so far they haven't seen any specific effect, but because they always keep quiet, they won't It's especially disgusting.

Curbing bitterness: "Say what?"

Wang Zhimo: "Eh, I don't know either. Tell me about yourself? When I think about it, I don't even know what you are. Where did you live before?"

Restraining suffering: "Restraining suffering is a tree that grows in the temple, grows in the temple, and lives in the temple."

Wang Zhimo: "In the temple? The temple is good, the air is fresh haha, but your living environment is very special. What is there in the temple where you live?"

Yu Ku: "There is nothing in the temple, except for many bald heads, and there are still many bald heads."

Wang Zhimo: "Hahaha I laughed so hard!! Talking to you is so interesting! Why are you so funny hahahaha!"

Liu Tan: "........."

Chen Xiaoguang: "........."

A little speechless by the weird conversation between the two people in the back seat, Liu Tan and Chen Xiaoguang both felt that Major Wen was really a little strange this time, and they didn't know where they found these two strange people.

It's just that when they were wondering when the chattering Wang Zhimo would close his broken mouth, Wang Zhimo in the back seat suddenly fell silent, and then under the suspicious gazes of Liu Tan and Chen Xiaoguang, they saw With the corners of Wang Zhimo's mouth curled up, he suggested to them,

"Let's go down, I seem to hear crying from inside."

What he said was strange, Liu Tan and Chen Xiaoguang saw that it was still quiet outside, and they didn't believe that he could really hear what was going on inside from such a long distance.

But in the next second, there was a faint sobbing sound coming from the inner wall of No. [-] Middle School, and Wang Zhimo laughed immediately, first he listened carefully for a while with his ears sideways, and then rushed back to see him Liu Tan, whose eyes were a bit different, said,

"I can't see anything in the northeast corner of the inner wall, but there seems to be quite a lot of movement."

"You... how did you know?"

"You don't need to ask any more questions. Anyway, since Wen Ying asked me to help, I'm sure I can start to make a difference. Don't worry, don't worry."

Hearing what Wang Zhimo said, the other two people didn't want to ask more questions. The crying outside was getting louder, and the four people in the car didn't hesitate anymore, and they started to get down and walk towards the outer wall together.

Liu Tan and Chen Xiaoguang, one is a sandalwood tree and the other is a poisonous arrow wood. It is not difficult for the two of them to return to their half-formed shape and turn over the outer wall directly. However, when it was the turn of Wang Zhimo who fell behind, he immediately looked at it bitterly. Eyeing Ye Ku next to him, and Ye Ku with a flat expression clasped his hands together and nodded helplessly when he saw this, and then said softly,

"Come on my back and I'll take you there."

"Hey, thanks."

With a dog-legged face, he laid down on Ye Ku's back and nervously prepared for a high-altitude leap. Ye Ku supported Wang Zhimo's thin waist with one hand, and buckled the Buddhist beads in his sleeve on his fingers. The green branches and leaves of the arbor stretched out from the cuffs and firmly supported the two of them over the high wall of No. [-] Middle School.

When the two of them slowly fell to the ground together, Chen Xiaoguang and Liu Tan were also waiting for them inside. After seeing Ye Ku's face that looked more elegant and elegant due to the recovery of part of the original plant body, their expressions were stunned. Just as Liu Tan and Chen Xiaoguang were about to speak, there was already a rather eerie and increasingly loud collective howling in the air.

"Woooo... woooo... woooo... woooo..."

Hearing this strange movement, the four of them hurriedly looked around. In the middle of the night, the school was so dark that nothing could be seen, and it was impossible to determine where the cries of this group of men and women came from.

Right now, next to where they were standing was a semi-abandoned main flower bed. Perhaps because of the season, the upper part of the stems and leaves had withered and disappeared. There were only a lot of bare withered plants lying vertically in the soil. What a threat.

Seeing this, Liu Tan and Chen Xiaoguang didn't want to waste any more time here, they just wanted to quickly go inside to find out where the crying came from, but at this moment, Wang Zhimo, who had paused in his steps, suddenly seemed to have discovered He approached this seemingly lifeless flower bed suspiciously.

"What's wrong?" Yu Ku asked him.

"Wait for me a little bit, I always feel... This voice is not too far away from us."

Saying this, the expression on Wang Zhimo's face was also different from usual, and when he frowned and narrowed his pale eyes, and then stared at the depths of the soil for a while, his His expression changed suddenly, and he shouted to the three people behind him,

"Hurry back!"

Wang Zhimo's words made everyone present look nervous and defensive, but at the same time, it seemed that the source of the crying didn't want to continue hiding, so after a burst of creepy ground breaking, the person in front of him In the main flower bed, however, white bulging heads emerged quickly.

And some of these belong to men, some belong to women, and some are even children, but without exception, the heads that are crying and shouting all have no complete bodies, and they can only barely connect to the withered upper half of the deformed body. He began to climb out of the flower bed and attack Wang Zhimo and the others with malicious intent.

"Foreign aid! What the hell are these!"

Raising his hand, he viciously beat out the head of a woman who was biting towards his face. Chen Xiaoguang and Liu Tan were obviously a little dumbfounded. The first time they really came into contact with this kind of higher plants infected by midges were also shocked. Jump.

The last time I was frightened by those terrifying succulents at the Huakang planting base, but this time Wang Zhimo was still a little bit overwhelmed, holding his head and hiding behind Ye Ku who was driving the bulbs with branches, dodging while breaking down. shouted,

"It's the plant bulbs after parasitism! Because the flowers and leaves are dead, only these residual bulbs are left in the soil! After the midge parasitizes, the dead plants can also jump around!! These look like human heads What the hell is the corm!! Oh my god!!! What the hell is this bulb of a flower? It’s so fierce!!”

"Zi Dinghong." Yi Ku who was at the side suddenly spoke.

"Hey! How do you know? The plant features of this thing are so rotten that you can still see it?"

"There are no plants, trees, flowers and fruits in this world that I don't recognize. Wen Ying asked me to come and help, so naturally I can help a little."

Ye Ku, who hadn't said much all this time, finally spoke. Wang Zhimo was taken aback when he saw him deliberately imitating how he spoke just now, then turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw Liu Tan and Chen Xiaoguang who had never thought highly of them before. They all looked a little embarrassed.

But at the moment, I couldn't help being happy. I somehow felt that this monk was really interesting. Although Wang Zhimo was not very good at fighting, he didn't delay their affairs. These three were able to accurately find the largest main bulb of Hippeastrum as the main parasitic environment.

After the four of them dug out the head of the huge woman whose eye sockets were covered with white parasites, Yi Ku frowned and grabbed a whole body white parasite out of the bulbous skin with her fingers. , but the dead adult, after looking at it for a while, he frowned and said lightly to the other three people in front of him,

"Wen Ying's guess is correct...there is indeed nothing we want here, that mandala...it's not here at all."

……

Wen Ying sent away Lao Yao who was going to pick up Jiang Shanglu in advance, so when they came out of Peony Tower to go home together, there were only two of them left in the car.

Jiang Shanglu was sitting lazily next to Wen Ying. He had been looking at Wen Ying with an ambiguous and subtle smile since the beginning, and Wen Ying, who was concentrating on driving, was a little embarrassed by him. Only then did he speak slowly with a blank face.

"Look at what."

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen a stump that has opened up since I've lived so long, and I want to take a closer look at it for a long time..."

Like his good buddy Yong Jinnian, Uncle Jiang, who is very good at hurting people with his mouth, started to turn red when he said Wen Ying. Seeing this, Jiang Shanglu didn't seem to think it was enough. He just raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, which was a little sore, and moved closer to the young man. Made a joke.

Jiang Shanglu: "You didn't go to find our eldest nephew Shu Hua alone, did you?"

Wen Ying: "Well, I had a meal with him today."

Jiang Shanglu: "No wonder, hey... By the way, what did you call me just now? I don't remember why, why don't you call me again?"

Wen Ying: "........."

Wen Ying's face was turning red at a speed that Jiang Shanglu's naked eyes could see. Jiang Shanglu, who knew he couldn't tease him too much, smiled like a madman by himself for a while without irritating him, and went straight to Wen Ying. After all the tossing and tossing just now, I leaned back on the back seat, but when I looked up, I saw a pharmacy still open at the intersection in front of me.

"Stop for a while, I'll go to the pharmacy in front of me to buy something."

"what to buy?"

"The back of my neck is still uncomfortable. I want to buy some spray and plaster. Wait for me in the car, and I will go down by myself."

Jiang Shanglu, who usually likes to order others around, spoke in a strange tone when he said this. Wen Ying stopped in front without asking any more questions and watched the man get off the car and go inside. After waiting for a few minutes, Jiang Shanglu came back again. .

But when he sat in again, the man with a half-smile lowered his head in the dim light of the car and threw the spray and plaster he needed into the back seat, and then put a small box of them under Wen Ying's slightly puzzled gaze. Just by looking at the packaging, the very revealing stuff was slowly stuffed into the young man's trouser pocket.

"It's for you, behave well later."

Uncle Jiang, who was still so shameless at such a young age, leaned down and kissed the young man's lips after speaking, Wen Ying subconsciously pursed his lips and said nothing, but there was something wrong in his eyes that always seemed emotionally numb The flames flickered faintly.

The two of them then arrived at Liu Fangshan in such a dull and ambiguous atmosphere. After parking the car, Wen Ying and Jiang Shanglu entered the house together, but before they put down their hands, Jiang Shanglu stopped them in the dark Wen Ying wanted to turn on the headlights in the living room, but after delicately stroking his cold fingers on Wen Ying's belt buckle, Jiang Shanglu looked at Wen Ying calmly with a smile and asked,

"Mind if I ask, will you know it?"

"I... read some books."

"Oh? What have all the great books taught you?"

“…………………………”

"It seems...it doesn't teach anything."

Jiang Shanglu, who didn't expect him to understand these things too much, smiled more playfully. Wen Ying frowned a little uncomfortably when he heard him say that, but she really had nothing to say.

While he was silent for a while, he suddenly noticed that Jiang Shanglu, who was standing in front of him at the moment, seemed to be slowly taking off his clothes.

And even though there is no lighting in front of him to see Jiang Shanglu's movements clearly, Wen Ying's heartbeat is a little faster, but he can still vaguely smell the scent of flowers that he can smell every day during these days, becoming more and more intense. more and more attractive.

"It's okay... I'll teach you."

The voice of the older man seemed so seductive and low, Wen Ying's hand was pulled by him in the dark and landed on a place with delicate skin, and the slightly hot and hardened chest protrusion was also sensitive to Wen Ying's touch a few times stood up.

But at the moment, her face flushed unnaturally, and Wen Ying with a complex expression was half leaning against the wall, playing with the mature man's body with Jiang Shanglu's own help, until Jiang Shanglu, who also fell silent with him, let out another voice He made a sound, and smiled at him in a very indescribable tone and asked in a low voice,

"Do you want to try it yourself?"

"kindness."

Wen Ying responded in a low voice, and with his short response, Jiang Shanglu who closed his eyes only felt himself falling into the young man's gentle and delicate caress until his body was embraced, as if the soul forbade him, Everything around him seemed like an unreal dream.

In the dream, he seemed to be a flower.

There were vaguely branches belonging to the trees gently stroking him little by little from head to toe, Hua raised his head for a moment and couldn't see what it was growing on top of his head.

But when the branches and leaves that spread out like phoenix feathers gently scratched his bright red petals, the flowers that finally had the opportunity to bloom for the tree that he was waiting for blushed happily, but he still felt The aroma of nectar that I have tried to suppress in the past ten years has never been smelled by anyone.

"Do you know? In fact, I have been waiting for you, because I only want to show it to you alone, and the others are not the ones I want to wait for."

Hua said happily.

"Well, thank you for waiting for me."

The tree also answered him so seriously.

"Then will you like my flowers?"

Hua asked again.

"I like it very much. I like you the most in this world. You are the flower I have seen the most that makes my heart move."

Tree replied.

After hearing what the tree said, Hua finally felt relieved.

In fact, he doesn't have to be liked by the tree, because as long as the tree is willing to grow on top of his head, he will be happier and more satisfied than ever.

But now that he has gotten the love of the tree as he wished, Hua feels that no matter how much waiting in the past is worth it, so he just raised his head and smiled at the tree covering him at the moment and said,

"Then you quickly turn me into your own flower, so that I don't have to wait any longer. After I become your only flower, I won't suffer from the cold alone in winter. In autumn, I will no longer be afraid of the cold autumn wind. In summer, you will help me resist the scorching sun above my head, and when spring comes again, I will only give you flowers..."

——"My tree, what do you say?"