In the pet hospital, Grandpa Tortoise, who lived longer than the elders, hid in his turtle shell and rolled out of the office door.
In the end, his body was still covered by a pile of clothes.
"Lord Long, please calm down! I'll go buy something else … "Chiichi Kamiya begged for mercy in horror.
You're wearing this style … If you don't like it, why did you teleport … Just say it …
Long Xiruo walked out fiercely with a frosty face, but she heaved a heavy sigh, "Forget it, how's Xiaojiang's injury?"
Chiichi Kamiya stuck his head out from under the clothes, "He lost a lot of blood … But thanks to your timely rescue, his life was saved. But there's a strange poison left in his body, I'm afraid he won't wake up in a short time. "
"I also found out that he was poisoned." Long Xiruo nodded, "But this poison is very strange, I've never seen it before."
Chiichi Kamiya sighed, "I've lived for so many years, but I've never seen or heard of this poison. I tried to extract this poison by separating it, and found that it's probably a mutation of several different poisons. "
"It doesn't look like Zhuifeng's method." Long Xiruo suddenly said.
Chiichi Kamiya nodded, "Xianji, it's not a poison either."
Long Xiruo bit her fingernail subconsciously, "It seems that there's something else … Now that Xiao Jiang hasn't woken up, I'm afraid that only Zhuifeng knows the truth, but he's possessed by the devil."
Chiichi Kamiya said helplessly, "I think he's naturally violent and eccentric, with a strong self-esteem and extreme behavior. I talked with him for a while, and I felt that he's full of resentment towards the world … Using the words of the western scholars, he's a sociopathic personality. "
"It's just his inner demons." Long Xiruo shook her head, "Is there any news from the monster sent to find Zhuifeng?"
"No." Chiichi Kamiya shook his head. At this time, he suddenly took out a bead from his tortoise shell and said seriously, "Sir, can I borrow your Shinryū blood?"
Long Xiruo stared blankly for a moment, "I've lost all my demonic power, what do you want my blood for?"
Chiichi Kamiya shook his head and said, "Sir, you are mistaken. Although you are unable to use any demonic power now, your body feels no different from that of an ordinary person. However, the Shinryū was born from this land, and the supreme power of the Shinryū blood would not disappear. This old man would like to borrow a drop of Shinryū's blood from you, my lord, to suppress the evil spirits that I've attracted when I use my Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing. "
Long Xiruo sighed and said, "You haven't used it for long. If you use it again, your vitality will be greatly damaged. Your life …"
Chiichi Kamiya said indifferently, "Sir, you have made an agreement with this country. Although the crustal movement was used as an excuse to fool Xiang Liu that day, it may have been noticed by some people, but they didn't do anything. This time, Zhuifeng's abnormal behavior caused a large number of human casualties. This old man is afraid that it will be difficult for you to explain … After all, with your current situation, if you are exposed … "
Long Xiruo pondered for a moment. Finally, she bit her finger and gave Chiichi Kamiya a drop of blood.
After the blood fell into the bead in Chiichi Kamiya's hand, it went into it and disappeared. Chiichi Kamiya sat on the ground with his legs crossed. A golden cover appeared around his body, covering him and Long Xiruo at the same time.
Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing … Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing were all the past and present.
Chiichi Kamiya had used it once to deal with Xiang Liu that day, so he knew that Long Xiruo was seriously injured in advance and asked Sun Xiaosheng to get the Monkey Spirit Wine that could restore vitality.
At this time, light and shadow shot out from the magical bead. One of the light and shadow was Zhuifeng's hiding place.
"Backtrack, I want to know who killed Xiao Jiang." Long Xiruo frowned and remembered the hiding place of Zhuifeng at this time.
Chiichi Kamiya nodded and took a deep breath. His hands slowly reversed the bead in his hand.
"Nini …"
A picture flashed by. Long Xiruo frowned deeply. Before she had time to think about it, the picture in front of her suddenly disappeared. She couldn't backtrack anymore.
At this time, Chiichi Kamiya's face was pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The bead fell directly from his hand.
"Chiichi Kamiya!"
"I … I can't see what happened before …" Chiichi Kamiya fell to the ground. He was pale and weak, "There is something … that blocks the hearing of heaven and earth. I seem to see … the abyss … "
Chiichi Kamiya's head directly hit the ground and he was motionless.
"Grandpa Tortoise!" Long Xiruo couldn't help but panic. She hurriedly shouted the name that she hadn't called for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Chiichi Kamiya shrank his neck at this time, "Well, Lord Long, you are pressing on my palm …"
It was commonly known as death.
…
But as long as he was not dead, it was fine. Chellona's Shinryū laughed awkwardly, but he ordered, "Chiichi Kamiya, if there is a next time, I will pull out your turtle shell!"
"I'm not dead, but my vitality has been greatly damaged …"
Chiichi Kamiya was helped up by Long Xiruo. He wrote a few words on the paper and then let it fly out through the gap of the hospital's iron gate. Finally, it was sent to Ghost Baby.
"There is a strange force protecting Zhuifeng from behind. I can't see what happened earlier …" Chiichi Kamiya coughed and said, "But now that I know where he is, I have ordered Ghost Baby … Cough, cough, next, we will wait for the result."
Long Xiruo sighed and nodded. She supported Chiichi Kamiya to rest … but she felt uncomfortable.
This reminded her of the words in front of the shop that day.
What the boss said.
— — "What about the time? The time to think of a solution, the time to work hard, and even the time that others lose and the effort that others use to help … Yes, I don't deny that no matter who is in trouble, they may be able to find a solution after a period of time. But the time wasted, the effort … Why don't Miss Long calculate it? "
…
…
The city was turbulent in the dark … because there was another unknown society, the society of monsters.
But the normal society was peaceful as usual.
This city was still crowded. People rushed and rushed, just for survival and the goals in their hearts, such as fame and fortune.
Cheng Yiran looked out of the window.
These days, he had moved to Zhong Luochen's villa. But there were only two of them in such a big place … This man with unimaginable wealth behind him didn't even have a servant at home.
This man even had the habit of waking up on time and making breakfast for himself. This man also had the habit of reading by the window sill in his spare time.
He was reading Les Miserables.
Cheng Yiran found this man was idle most of the time.
…
Cheng Yiran went downstairs and passed by Zhong Luochen in the living room. It was dark here. He wanted some light, so he planned to open the curtains.
Zhong Luochen suddenly said, "Aren't you going to practice today?"
Zhong Luochen didn't raise his head.
Cheng Yiran also didn't look at him. After opening the curtains a little, he sat on the sofa and picked up his guitar, saying indifferently, "It doesn't matter whether I practice or not, as long as it can make me feel better."
Zhong Luochen nodded simply and turned to another page of Les Miserables.
"Is this book very interesting? I see you have been reading it. "Cheng Yiran couldn't find a topic to talk about, so he looked at Zhong Luochen and asked casually.
Zhong Luochen read very quickly. At this time, he had already finished another page. He turned to another page and said indifferently, "Have you read it?"
Cheng Yiran sneered, "In the past, I had to run around for a living. Later, I worked hard for my dream. Now that I have been pulled in by you, my life has been turned upside down. Unlike you, who was born with everything and can have this kind of leisure. "
"I don't have everything." Zhong Luochen turned to another page, "This story is very interesting, you can also read it."
Cheng Yiran raised his eyebrows, "What is it about?"
Zhong Luochen said softly, "The story of a thief."
Cheng Yiran simply replied, "Oh." Then he stood up and carried his guitar, saying indifferently, "I'm a bit bored, I'm going out for a walk."
At this time, Zhong Luochen closed the book in his hand and stood up. He stopped Cheng Yiran and asked him to wait. Then he went to the drawer and took out a key, throwing it to Cheng Yiran, "I think you will like it."
The key to the car.
This was a supercar that Cheng Yiran had just driven back from outside yesterday.
…
Supercars were the dream of most men. It had nothing to do with what industry it was, but speed.
The sound of the engine like the roar of a beast could inexplicably make people feel excited — of course, it was only limited to the driver.
Passersby would probably only feel that it was very noisy … Of course, people who also appreciated it naturally wouldn't.
Cheng Yiran found that this was very similar to the music genre he had chosen. In many people's eyes, rock, especially some factions of rock, was equal to noise for people who didn't like it.
But anyway, as Zhong Luochen said, he really liked this supercar. Because the feeling of driving was really cool, so his depressed mood seemed to be relieved a lot these days.
He seemed to have nothing to worry about, because everything was supported by Zhong Luochen's huge financial resources.
And from the previous conversation with the mysterious boss, he also understood one thing, as long as he continued to rely on Zhong Luochen's financial resources, he would soon shut most people up.
It seemed that there was really nothing to worry about.
The supercar was later parked not far from the place where Cheng Yiran lived.
He quietly got off the car, putting on a hat with his hair down, putting on a windbreaker and a pair of glasses, and walked out with the guitar on his back.
"Boss, a bowl of fish egg noodles."
"Okay."
It was still the same long street full of nightclubs and bars. This was the place where Cheng Yiran came to the city the most … And here, he ate the most here.
At that time, there was only him and Hong Guan. Every time after staying up late into the night, they would sit down here. Two people, two bottles of beer, and skewers were enough to fill their stomachs.
He found that he couldn't get used to the food made by Zhong Luochen.
Although they were exquisite and even had a taste that could make the taste buds yield. But he still couldn't get used to it … He just couldn't get used to it, for no reason.
Maybe that place was too quiet.
But it was still in the afternoon, the nightclubs and bars on the long street hadn't opened yet. The whole street was quite deserted … Moreover, it wasn't time to eat.
Sitting on the opposite table were a few little boys, the kind of students who skipped school early and came out to play. At this time, they were only talking about some problems with games.
"Here, the fish egg noodles you ordered … Have I seen you before?" The boss who sent the bowl of noodles frowned at this moment.
"Really?" Cheng Yiran took a pair of disposable chopsticks and opened them, stirring the sauce in the bowl with the chopsticks, saying, "It's not surprising that you've seen him before. Boss, you set up a stall here every day, so you must have seen more people than me."
Perhaps the boss was too idle at this time, seeing that there was someone he could chat with, he pulled out a small stool in front of the table and sat down, "Alas! I like what you said. Uncle, I've seen a lot of people here! Men and women, rich and poor, infatuated and heartless, prostitutes and prostitutes, a lot of them! "
"That's good." Cheng Yiran smiled, "It must be very interesting."
"Of course!" Uncle hummed, "I, Yu Danqiang, have been selling fish eggs here for so many years, through ups and downs, what strange things haven't I encountered?"
"Really?" Cheng Yiran ate the noodles, having nothing to do. "How strange?"
Yu Danqiang patted the table, "Let's not talk about others, do you know Cheng Yiran?"
"Is he very famous?"
"Tsk tsk, you look like a musician with this thing on your back, but you actually know who Cheng Yiran is?" Yu Danqiang clicked his tongue, "He's the most popular person in the city right now, you really don't know?"
"Do you know him?" Cheng Yiran laughed.
Yu Danqiang said, "I know him, but he doesn't. But let me tell you, this Cheng Yiran might be the one who ate the fish balls at my place! Tsk tsk, that guy, before he became famous, I heard that he was just hanging around here. "
Cheng Yiran didn't like the words "hanging around", at this time, he quietly ate the noodles and didn't respond.
Yu Danqiang suddenly said, "Alas … Have I really seen you somewhere before? You look a bit like … "
"Like what?" Cheng Yiran frowned.
Yu Danqiang leaned forward, stared for a while, and said, "I think I met a guy one night."
"Really?" Cheng Yiran lowered his head and ate the noodles.
Yu Danqiang recalled, "That night, I made a fortune! A guy gave me his waiter … Look, it's similar to the one you're carrying, he said it was some booger? Or shell poop? Alas, anyway, I said I didn't want it anymore, I couldn't do it anymore. Guess what? Let me tell you, as soon as that guy left, another weird guy came and said that he bought the Northern Military Force. That guy is also a weird guy. I offered him a low price, but he didn't want it and insisted that I offer him a high price. Tsk tsk, I really don't understand the world of the rich! "
"You … Do you still remember the appearance of the guy who bought it?" Cheng Yiran suddenly asked.
Yu Danqiang stared blankly, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I think so … Eh, what did he look like? That's strange. Uncle's memory isn't for show. I can't remember? "
"I'm full." Cheng Yiran suddenly dropped the chopsticks, and wrote a number on the bill, "Boss, if you meet the guy who bought the Besse next time, call me. I'll let you make another fortune. "
"That's easy!" Yu Danqiang happily flicked the ten yuan bill with the phone number, but the customer had already stood up and left. He suddenly paused, patted his head, and said, "F * ck, wait, did you ask me about this before? Before?? "
At this time, a passerby suddenly exclaimed, "Isn't that Cheng Yiran? It's really Cheng Yiran!! "
Seeing several people suddenly chasing after that guy, Yu Danqiang patted his head again, feeling that he might have missed one …
"F * ck! If I knew it was a big star, I would have charged 20 yuan a bowl! "
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