[comprehensive] superior skills

Ma Xiaoling's actions were quick, and Song Ci, who had just had a peaceful day, was questioned by Huang Sir Xingshi, who came to visit him under the pretext of visiting.

"Could it be that in my previous life, I had too much fun and was molested by God and the old man?" The little girl who suddenly found that her life was busier than the guardian angel of the United States could only accept her fate and invite people in to talk.

"You are really naughty, little sister, you have caused me such trouble for no reason."

Huang Yaozu looked at the decorations in the room seemingly casually, "It seems that you are doing well!"

"Yes, thank you for the check provided by the Miscellaneous Affairs Department." Song Ci smiled and poured a cup of tea for the guest.

It seems that Ma Xiaoling is very eye-catching. Even if the miscellaneous department refuses to help contact the owner, she will definitely find a way to take over this lucrative job.

"Don't change the subject, okay, you contacted that cleaning company?" Huang Yaozu leaned lazily on the sofa, stretching his body casually.

"What's wrong? You can only kill ghosts, and I can only see ghosts. Of course, more professionals should be hired to do this kind of exorcism."

Song Ci said without guilt: "As you said yourself, you can't earn that much in ten years, so why bother to fight with your life."

"Are you dissatisfied with me?" Huang Yaozu suddenly put away his smile and asked.

Cheng Yaojin came out halfway to take half of the sponsorship, which annoyed the chief who was planning to increase the salary of the miscellaneous department. He, a veteran firefighter, had no choice but to bite the bullet and come forward to communicate.

"How could it be? Huang Sir, we have no grudges in the past and we will have no grudges in the present." The girl opposite had an extremely sincere expression.

"Then you don't like the appointment of me as your guardian?" Huang Yaozu continued to ask.

Song Ci chuckled twice after hearing this, "You know you still have to ask? Really, how embarrassing it is for everyone to say it!"

Now that things are going on, she is not afraid that someone will turn her face. Being too low-key will only bury herself in the fire pit in the end. The combination of hardness and softness is the highest state of life.

Silently twitching the corners of his mouth, Huang Yaozu stood up, walked around the sofa and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking intently at the distance through the thin glass, and sighed in an unprecedented heavy tone: "Do you know that people like us I don't know how many more years I have to wait for the opportunity to retire."

"So can you be good and let us have a better life for each other, OK?"

"Sir, I think it is difficult for me to meet your request."

Although she felt pity for Huang Yaozu who rarely showed a trace of fatigue, she would never allow herself to become a puppet in the hands of others, and use another model to walk on the old path of the original owner's previous life.

Song Ci imitated him as he stood in front of the window and looked down at the people passing by, "Look clearly at those people below. When you are doing your duty and risking your life to protect them, no one will ever stand up to thank you for comforting you." , the few people who know the truth also put you in a frame."

"'Those who are not of our own race must have different hearts', isn't this old saying that has been handed down for thousands of years enough to make you realize how xenophobic humans are?"

Turning Huang Yaozu, who was immersed in his thoughts alone and unable to extricate himself, to face himself, Song Ci stared into his eyes and bewitched each word: "Only the two of us belong to one country. To protect me is to protect you." Myself, safeguarding my interests is safeguarding your own interests, remember?"

Huang Yaozu stared straight ahead with sluggish eyes, and murmured four words like a marionette, "Offensive and defensive alliance..."

"By the way, good boy, never do anything that disappoints me." Song Ci patted his handsome side face lightly, and Song Ci sat back on the sofa and continued to savor delicious refreshments.

Except for the high-ranking boss behind the Miscellaneous Affairs Department, the person I have the most contact with on a daily basis is the department head who is in charge of the one-line contact in front of me. As long as he becomes his own person who can endorse, no one will investigate the rumors that are difficult to distinguish between true and false.

When the tea was about to cool down, Huang Yaozu, who was standing by the window maintaining his previous posture, suddenly shook his stiff and numb body, and asked in a daze, "Where did I just say?"

"You were about to tell me why you came to see me." The girl who ate the cake crumbs kindly reminded her.

"It seems that if I try to quit drinking in the future, my brain, which is not smart enough, will be soaked by alcohol."

Beating the top of his hair irritably, Huang Yaozu took out a newspaper from his jacket pocket and threw it on the table, "I really admire the wit of those paparazzi, they organized a meeting of believers when they couldn't find you, and even selected several A seriously ill patient asks you for a talisman to heal illnesses and misfortunes."

"A healing talisman? Could it be that Lu Zhenguang advertised that I have the ability to cure diseases before?" Song Ci asked in wonder.

In the vague memory of the original owner, it was only in the last two years that Guangming Layman took her to sell spiritual power talisman papers to believers and to promote the ability of prediction. Earlier, it was just basic fortune-telling, and maybe the communication with the dead was added.

"It's not what it used to be. The cause of Layman Guangming's death is too bizarre. Although the police have been silent, they can't stop the outside world from speculating. Those paparazzi who are afraid that there will be no news to write even brag about you like a fairy reincarnated. They named you by name and said that you were reincarnated by a certain god."

Huang Yaozu, the new guardian of the sky-eyed girl, was also worried, "I guess it won't be long before a reporter with great powers will find me, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hide your address by then."

Song Ci, who didn't take this trivial matter to heart at all, shrugged his shoulders very easily, "It's better to keep it out, why bother to hide it deliberately, but it makes me look shameful."

But what's so scary about pretending to be a magic stick? She has more than 1000 years of experience in her previous and previous lives.

What's more, the local registered magic sticks cost at least a thousand children, and everyone eats this bowl of rice. The so-called fame is just to see who pretends to be more decent.

No matter how dazzling Song Ci's battles are in the future, in the hearts of his peers, at most he will get the title of an amateur magician. If they really want to admit that others have real skills, that would be the most ridiculous joke.

"Are you really going to meet them?" Huang Yaozu asked uncertainly, "Have you ever thought about what violent actions those believers who took you as life-saving straws will do when they are disappointed?"

"Why are you disappointed? I'll just draw a talisman paper for them."

She even prepared the tools for deception. Compared with the same ghost-drawing symbols of the local masters, I believe that the writing of the dwarves will attract the attention of the public more easily. At that time, add some sap of the luminous tree, and there is something more attractive than this. configuration?

Of course, compared to the eye-catching talisman paper, the seemingly simple talisman water is the real trump card.

The talisman water mixed with a trace of the fountain of life is slowly nourishing, and I am not afraid of those terminally ill believers who will not give up following me.

"You also want to learn how to draw symbols?"

Huang Yaozu laughed happily as if he had heard something very funny, "I didn't mean to make fun of you, even if you practice at home for three days and two nights and really become a crash master, what do you use to relieve the pain of the patient! "

"You don't understand this. In fact, many people who ask God for divination just want some psychological comfort. The same is true for patients. As long as you give them a little hope of recovery, they will burst out with a strong will to survive. can fight the disease.”

As long as the patient's own condition gradually improves, it doesn't matter what the other spectators or watchers think.

Song Ci enthusiastically patted the newcomer's best partner, "Since you are my guardian, you will be in charge of the Sky-Eyed Girl's international liaison officer from now on!"

Compared with Guangming Layman who led the original owner to bluff around, the upright Police Officer Huang is more reassuring.

"Me? No way, Huang Jiamin, have you forgotten what we do?" Huang Yaozu's eyes widened in surprise.

"If it's fake, it's true and it's fake. Wouldn't it be more convenient for the Miscellaneous Department to get close to those supernatural events with my magic stick in front of me as a shield?"

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this idea was a good idea, "As long as I encounter a case that requires work, I can use the identity of the sky-eyed girl to investigate, and you, just be a caregiver who will accompany the underage girl! This combination, no matter where we appear, no one will think of the truth hidden behind."

"It makes sense!"

Huang Yaozu rubbed his chin, "But it's useless for the two of us to think it works, I still have to go back and ask my superiors for instructions."

"Don't worry, those officers are not dead-brained. Why would they refuse something that is obviously beneficial and harmless?"

"Okay, it's time to go after so much verbosity. The newspaper is left for you to study slowly, and the specific countermeasures will be discussed after I report." Huang Yaozu waved his hand gracefully, and stepped out of the room with long legs.

"waiting for your good news!"

Song Ci, who was leaning against the door, said with a meaningful smile, "I believe the officer will not let us down."

Just after turning the door lock and tightening the anti-theft chain, before the girl who saw off the visitor turned around and entered the room, a sharp telephone rang suddenly in the living room.

"bell----"

The piercing ringing of the bell continued, as if it would never be interrupted.

Song Ci was annoyed by the sudden noise, "Did you make a mistake?"

Since she moved to Jiajia Building, she has never told anyone about her residential phone number, and she only uses a mobile phone to contact the miscellaneous department.

"Could it be that the property management called? You just paid the fee..."

The moment she was about to reach for the receiver, the ringtone suddenly cut off.

"Is there any mistake?" Song Ci complained casually, then got up and went back to the room to pack the clothes.

The previous set of sportswear has been washed and hung on the balcony to blow dry. If you don't find some suitable clothes in advance, you will be in trouble if you encounter temporary work.

Just as he turned around and took two steps, the phone rang again, as if deliberately going against someone.

Grasping the phone in his hand, Song Ci said impatiently, "Hey, who are you looking for?"

The signal on the other end of the phone was very poor, and there was always a "squeaking" noise.

"Why don't you speak? If you don't make a sound, I'll hang up!" Song Ci asked again, raising his voice.

The moment she was about to hang up the phone, intermittent groans sounded from the receiver, "Help me... hiss... help... help me..."

"Miss, this is a private house, please call 999 if necessary."

Song Ci thought that he had fulfilled the obligations of a good citizen, but the woman opposite still kept repeating the previous three words without listening.

Her voice became higher and higher from empty to real, faintly mixed with the crying and wailing of a newborn baby, "Help... help me... hiss... woo wa... help... me... woo wa... help me!! !!!”

After the last horrific and shrill scream, the whole conversation came to an abrupt end, leaving only a beeping busy tone on the receiver.

Unconsciously looking at the black sportswear floating in the wind like a headless ghost behind the frosted glass sliding door, Song Ci's back suddenly burst into dense cold sweat - this is the evil ghost coming...

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: Do girls and scumbag authors also have the experience of getting up at night and being frightened by the clothes hanging out?Those headless and footless strips hanging in mid-air are really scary. =. =