Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 113
"So... the child in her stomach has been eaten by evil spirits?!"

Xin Shan sat cross-legged on the bluestone slab in the alley, "Isn't there no evidence that she was hurt?"

"Not only that, but the fetus is a human sacrifice. In order to facilitate the next hunting, the evil spirit will take the initiative to clean up all relevant traces. Now the autopsy may not even find any traces of being violated." Fang Shu leaned against the wall of the alley On, "Jian Shanghui's move is wonderful."

Shiramara clenched his trousers tightly, with a tense face: "Are you talking about... evil spirits and sacrifices?"

"You should know something about it." Yan Lan asked Fang Shu to interpret with sign language, "The situation in Donghua Village will only be worse than Chunyang High School, but your impression is not so deep."

After all, Ah Sheng devoted himself to protecting her from reading and writing, and solved the strange phenomenon in Donghua Village when Baizhao was a child.

"...Well." Shirasuma lowered his eyes and nodded lightly, "Then, do you need me to do anything?"

"Protect yourself, just come to us in case of danger." Fang Shu said, "For the rest, we will meet tomorrow - it's getting late, you should go back first, and pay attention to safety on the road."

"okay, see you tomorrow."

Watching Bainuma leave, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then what are you going to do next?" Xin Shan suggested, "Why don't you ask Jian Shanghui what color sack he likes, and I'll put on a sack and beat him up later, confiscate his tools for committing crimes, and just cut the weeds down!"

[This style is very Xinshan boss, I have been dead for several years and still feel cold under my crotch]
[In this round, Boss Xin Shan is kindly like a fake, this is the first time he loses his temper, so easy to talk]
"Senior, it's not yet time," Fang Shu sighed, "Please be patient—this time the dungeon is resolved by violence, it may hurt many people."

Xin Shan said "Oh" boringly, "Then, let's go back to our respective homes."

"Okay," Fang Shu looked at Yan Lan, "Sister Lan, give me your homework, it's hard to explain if the teacher checks your homework tomorrow--I'll finish my copy, and I'll imitate Lu Jiao's handwriting and finish yours." .”

And this service?Don't even need to copy? !
After Xin Shan listened silently, he let out a soft "ah", "You still need to do your homework after entering the game? There is no real punishment, it's a waste of time."

Yan Lan: "?"

Wasn't it you who burned the lights to fight at night in the dungeon in the last game, and worked hard to write miracles?
A mathematical model can draw eighteen auxiliary lines.

"No, the teacher won't check the homework tomorrow." For Yan Lan, this is a matter of calculation, "See you in the carving classroom at eleven o'clock in the evening."

"Hey," Xin Shan held his chin in displeasure, and symbolically refused, "I haven't said to cooperate with you yet, how come everyone is so familiar?"

Which of us is the most familiar?Your drama addiction is intermittent.

"Senior, it's still a bit dangerous if you're alone, why don't you form a team with us?" Yan Lan skillfully cooperated with the performance, typing and translating slowly, "Of course, it's okay if you don't form a team, I'm not strong..."

"Then for the sake of the two of you being newcomers, I'll take care of you mercifully!" Xin Shan blurted out, stopped what Yan Lan was going to say next, grabbed her schoolbag and stood up, "See you tonight."

Fang Shu: "Then I'll go back to the NPC's house to deal with it first, and then wait for you outside Lu Jiao's house—by the way, this is the address of Lu Jiao's house. I found it in the dean's office today."

Yan Lan nodded, and took the note in Fang Shu's hand.

"Be careful."

Yan Lan nodded helplessly, thinking that Dr. Fang must be very conscientious, and he can still be flattered by talking so much, and probably won't let the patient's words fall on the ground.

Follow the address on the note to the dilapidated neighborhood.

Yan Lan bypassed the insulation layer outside the building that fell off and smashed to the ground. There was no elevator, and she stepped on the limestone stairs to the sixth floor.

The man's turbid cursing came into his ears the moment the key was unlocked. The small room was cold and damp, and Yan Lan smelled a very smoky smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and the man's sloppy cursing was even more disgusting— —

"I work hard to make money outside every day, you stinky bitch eats and drinks for nothing at home, why is the meal not ready yet?! How tired can you be? How tired can you be at home just doing housework? ?! And you gave birth to that dead mute without a handle, who lost money and couldn’t carry on the family line. I don’t think she needs to go to school anymore. Hurry up and find someone to marry and get a dowry back! Sooner or later it will be someone else’s home of!"

"I also have a job outside the home. When did I only stay at home?" It was the woman's weaker rebuttal.

"What kind of job is that for you? It's your big job to serve me well? Why haven't I cooked yet? I'm starving to death! Do you want to be beaten..."

Yanlan didn't change her shoes.

The house is covered with the most crude cement floors, some places are so potholed that the ground can be seen, and there is no such thing as a shoe cabinet at the door.

The room is as narrow as the eye can see. The kitchen without range hood is covered with black and greasy dirt. The worn-out portable table, TV, sofa and small bench are crowded together. The walls are black and gray. There is no balcony, only newspapers Notched windows.

"Jiaojiao is back?"

The woman who was patiently exhausted by the stove wiped the corners of her eyes, and turned around with a smile.

The crow's feet at the corners of the eyes are wrinkled together, and the joy of forceful support can't conceal the excessive exhaustion, it seems that even the shoulders are slightly numb——

Liu Haochun.

Liu Haochun, who had not lost his daughter more than 20 years ago, was struggling between despair and hope.

(End of this chapter)