Open the door and send warmth to the community!

The headless little ghost whose head was crushed didn't make a sound, just fell to the ground powerlessly, and disappeared without a sound.

...Maybe there was no such "bang", but the sound kept echoing in Bai Miao's mind.

He turned his head stiffly, and saw the owner of that hand, Shuo Chen in a black robe.

As if aware of his gaze, Shuo Chen turned his head slightly, and those pale golden pupils met his gaze.

The curtains by the window were blown away by the remaining wind.

The two looked at each other in silence.

A golden light flashed by the window, and the glass shattered with a "crash".

Jin Jiuri shattered the glass and rushed in through the window in a hurry. When he saw this scene, his face froze immediately.

Director Ao, who was following behind him, also jumped in from the window. He moved away and tried to look at Jin Jiuri who was leaning against the window, and immediately exclaimed: "Mr. Bai, your hand is injured!"

Bai Miao belatedly felt a tingling pain on her fingertips.

He looked down and found a bead of blood clotted on his left middle finger, rolling down in the blink of an eye.

Director Ao was still running around: "Quickly bandage Mr. Bai..."

"No need." Bai Miao lowered her head and wiped away the blood.

Shuo Chen, who was half squatting, turned his head suddenly, and glanced at Director Ao and Jin Jiuri indifferently.

Director Ao was silent for a moment, and Jin Jiuri wanted to escape by jumping out of the window.

Shuo Chen did not express anything, a gust of wind rose out of nowhere, and the figure in black robe disappeared in Bai Miao's living room in the blink of an eye.

When Bai Miao looked up, she found that Shuo Chen had disappeared again.

He stopped wiping, threw the paper towel away, and went to find alcohol to disinfect the wound.

Jin Jiu Ri stood stiffly by the window, and said dryly, "We were delayed, so we didn't arrive in time."

Director Ao looked at Bai Miao's expressionless face, and said after deliberation, "Mr. Bai is shocked, and our neighborhood committee will compensate for all losses here."

"Is this what you said to ensure safety?" Bai Miao asked suddenly, lowering her head and putting a Band-Aid on the wound.

Director Ao coughed: "I'm really sorry, we should have solved it before it disturbed Mr. Bai, but our neighborhood committee is understaffed, it's our dereliction of duty... But don't worry, Mr. Bai, we will help you restore everything here, and guarantee and It turned out to be exactly the same. As for Mr. Bai's fright, we will also make corresponding compensation..."

Bai Miao closed the medicine box, completely lost interest: "You can do whatever you want."

After finishing speaking, he walked straight back to the bedroom, closed the door with a bang, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Director Ao and Jin Jiuri watched Bai Miao go back to the room alone and left them in the living room.

Jin Jiuil was a little unbelievable: "What does he mean? Just leave us here and go to bed by yourself?"

Director Ao turned his head and glared at Jin Jiuri: "It's not because of you!"

Jin Jiu-il's face twitched a few times, and he shut up.

When Bai Miao woke up, the room really changed back to its original state.

The books and paintbrushes that were poured all over the floor and the crooked tables and chairs were put back as they were. The broken windows and the glass of the black photo frame were all intact, and there was not a single crack to be seen.

As if nothing had happened.

Bai Miao held the water glass and looked at the living room quietly.

He skipped the pile of shiny things on the table in the living room, and turned back to the study.

With a "knock", Bai Miao kicked something.

It's the blue mint.

He picked it up and looked at it.

With a "boom", the mints were thrown into the trash can.

Bai Miao took out the photos and scrolls from the study, swept away the pile of shiny things on the table, sat on the sofa and looked down at the photos and scrolls.

In the photo, he and the old man had bright smiles on their faces.On the scroll, the red plum covered with ice and snow covered the man's eyebrows and eyes.

He lowered his eyes for a long time, then turned his head to look at the shiny thing that was swept aside.

They were all expensive-looking brushes, inkstones, mineral pigments, and some messy things, and even a shining golden feather.

He sighed, leaning on the sofa and rubbing the space between his brows.

……

Holding a red plastic bag, Bai Miao looked up at the iron plaque "Shanhai Community Neighborhood Committee" in front of her, feeling a little complicated for a moment.

Director Ao quickly greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Bai is here again, come in and have a seat."

Bai Miao didn't refuse, and followed Director Ao into the neighborhood committee with a plastic bag.

Director Ao led Bai Miao into the compartment on one side, and as soon as he sat down, Bai Miao put the red plastic bag on the table and pushed towards Director Ao without waiting for Director Ao to speak.

"Take these back."

Director Ao was silent for a moment, and just about to speak, the wooden door of the cubicle, which was half hidden, was pushed open vigorously.

Jin Jiuri, who was all golden, rushed in and saw the red plastic bag on the table at a glance.

He clicked his tongue and said, "What's the matter? You don't wear the feathers of the three-legged Golden Crow close to your body?"

After finishing speaking, he directly turned the golden luminous feather out of the plastic bag, stuffed it into Bai Miao's hand, and raised his chin slightly: "Take it, I will be chased and killed by ghosts someday, remember this thing Can save your life."

Bai Miao with golden feathers in his hand: "..."

I can thank you for your crow's mouth.

Bi Fang walked in after him, glanced at him, and immediately sneered: "What is that chicken feather of yours, I'm ashamed to show it."

Jin Jiuri stared, turned around and grabbed Bi Fang's collar: "What do you mean? Are your feathers more useful than mine?"

Bi Fang rolled his eyes, waved Jin Jiuri away, pointed to the extraordinary looking jade brush in the plastic bag and said, "I gave you the Wanxu brush, what about you? Just a hair?"

Jin Jiuri was stunned, stared ferociously, and shouted back with a louder voice: "Wanxu pen is amazing?"

He crackled and took out a bunch of shiny magic weapons, and stuffed them straight into Bai Miao's hands.

Bai Miao quickly refused.

Every strand of Kim Jiu-il's soaring blond hair expresses his rage: "Do you want to keep it? Do you want to keep it?"

Bi Fang folded his arms and said with a smile: "Mr. Bai, take it, if you don't, you can sell it for money."

Bai Miao: "..."

He stuffed the pile of things into a plastic bag, and pushed the plastic bag in the direction of Director Ao.

Director Ao coughed, signaled Jin Jiuri and Bi Fang to calm down, and then said softly, "Mr. Bai, this is our apology for disturbing Your Excellency. As Bi Fang said, these things are nothing to us. , Your Excellency, don’t worry too much.”

Bai Miao lowered her eyes for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "It's okay, I wasn't too surprised, and you guys helped me restore the house to its original state, so I don't need these things. This incident also made me think clearly about some things, so I specially come over."

Director Ao sighed somewhat lowly, "Mr. Bai, don't you think about it again? We really sincerely hire..."

Jin Jiuri frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but Bi Fang pressed his hand and covered his mouth.

There was a smile on the corner of Bai Miao's mouth, and her tone was gentle: "I have considered it. If you can ensure my safety in the future, I will join your neighborhood committee."

Jin Jiuri and Bi Fang, who were wrestling together, suddenly stopped, and turned their heads to look at Bai Miao in unison.

"What... hiss!" Director Ao accidentally tore off a hair from his temple.

Bai Miao had a panoramic view of their reactions.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and the smile deepened at the corner of his mouth.

As early as when the old man sent him the key to the sunset red community, it was no longer a choice.

That being the case, it is better to see what kind of tricks this neighborhood committee is playing.