12

Where will Kong Jinghua go?

Qin Fang felt that he would not go too far. After all, the two people she might have "cared about", Yi Ru and Xizhu, are still here.

Xizhu is concerned about another question: What kind of monster is Kong Jinghua?

She speculated that it should be a bamboo monster, because when Kong Jinghua "educated" her before, she kept talking nonsense, saying that it would rather be broken than bent, or that it would be upright, or that it would be straight and hollow, and that it would be like a valley. Even if she named her daughter, she had to be called "Xizhu", which shows that Kong Jinghua had a deep obsession with bamboo.

When she spoke, Qin Fang kept staring at her, and she didn't know what she was listening to.

If Si Teng said this, he would have been cold-eyed, expressionless, or a perfect smile, all of which were in control. However, if Xizhu changed to Xizhu, she was short and shook her head, but she still had a serious expression...

Qin Fang suddenly wondered: What is Si Teng's personality like?

If there was no Qiu Shan slap, no subsequent encounters, and no so-called stripping of feelings, would she look like she is always full of distance?

Or is it because the essence has become the appearance of a child, leaving the tense and depressing environment, and having a complete relationship, many things that are being held are less important, but more real?

Si Teng always said that she wanted to be herself, but in fact she didn't know what "herself" should look like?

"Qin Fang?

Qin Fang?"

Qin Fang reacted.

Xizhu stared at him unhappily: "Did you hear what I said?"

"What did you say?"

Qin Fang pretended to be calm and poured water for himself.

Xizhu had to repeat: "I said, Kong Jinghua might be a bamboo monster because she is very unusual about bamboo."

"If you like bamboo, you may not be like bamboo, or you may just like bamboo simply."

“What about?”

Xizhu felt that what Qin Fang said was not unreasonable, "What is there that particularly likes bamboo?"

Qin Fang's imagination was unprecedentedly imaginative at this moment: "For example... Panda?"

Although there are indeed many giant pandas in Sichuan, although Kong Jinghua's name is "Jinghua", it is consistent with the meaning of the country's treasure. Although it is said that giant pandas are good at climbing and their arms are really powerful, Xizhu still doesn't believe that Kong Jinghua will become a panda.

She said that you have to take a photo then.

In this world, is there really a demon-sight mirror?

Qin Fang's curiosity was clustered like a small flame.

Yes, but not all mirrors are OK. They must be the kind of Eight Trigrams bronze mirror placed on the roof of the lintel in an old house. It will take at least a hundred years to pass by wind, thunder, rain, snow, and mottled ground without mirrors.

He also said that it is not just to see what Kong Jinghua is, but after it is revealed, you will know how to deal with it. Most things in this world are subdued by something. Knowing Kong Jinghua's original body is equivalent to knowing what her nemesis is.

The old gossip bronze mirror...

In a modern city with abundant material resources, as long as you have money, it seems that this is not difficult. Anyway, it is dark and you can't do anything else. Qin Fang patted her head: "You brush your teeth and wash your face first, and I'll come back later."

After the filming, she found that her face was dark. Qin Fang pretended not to see it. When he went out, he greeted her. Yi Ru seemed a little surprised and said, "You are in a good mood today."

Is it good?

Qin Fang didn't even notice it. He drove out and walked around, ran to two antiques shops in old alleys, and bought two gossip bronze mirrors that were said to be housekeeping. Although it was an old thing, the price was not very painful on the roof.

Xizhu looked suspicious and looked over and over again: "Is this true or false?"

He said again: "I'll take care of you."

Just take a photo. Anyway, she must not believe that he is a monster turned into a stone. Besides, Qin Fang herself also wants to know what kind of "species" she is currently.

What he got was Bai Ying's demonic power, and Bai Ying was originally a vine. Could he be a vine demon now?

The way of illuminating Xizhu was really strange. After turning off the lights and tightening the curtains, she looked at him with a mirror in her hand. She probably couldn't see it herself, because Qin Fang couldn't help but screaming for her when he heard the sound of her hitting the foot of the table several times.

She also complained: "You bought this fake one?"

False?

You can't see it at all..."

Qin Fangxin said that the antique piece store does not evaluate the star rating, so finding the real thing is luck, and the fake one deserves it.

This was not said, because after a while, one of the mirrors suddenly lit up a faint faint light.

It seemed that there was a chance. Qin Fang was a little excited and asked her in a low voice: "Did you see it?"

She yelled, as if she was talking to herself, and as if she was venting her anger at him.

——I can’t see it, the quality is not good, and the craftsmen must have added other materials when they were tempering.

——This shadow is so vague, one by one…

——Let me look at this shape. If it is a tree, it is a tree demon, a fox, a fox demon, a cat, a cat demon...

Maybe the mirror is really not that good, the image is too blurry, and she struggled to see it. When she finally recognized some clues, she was simply excited: "Qin Fang, I can see that it is a human! Shemale! You are a shemale!"

The heaven and earth, plus all things, are extremely quiet at this moment.

A few seconds later, the lights were on. Qin Fang grabbed Xizhu's collar and dragged it to the bathroom. Xizhu grabbed the collar and explained desperately: "Listen to me, I don't mean that..."

No matter what you mean, Qin Fang calmly threw her in, and closed the door without hesitation.

Xizhu slapped the door inside and said it sincerely and sincerely: "I don't mean that, a shemale person can also be understood as a human-turned monster. Qin Fang, don't think wrongly..."

Qin Fang stood by the door, just ignored her. The sound insulation of the bathroom door was not good. You could hear her paced inside and sighed. After a while, she slapped the door again: "Qin Fang, bring me a pillow, come in, it's not easy to sleep in the bathtub..."

Qin Fang pressed his head against the door, and couldn't help laughing no matter how hard he stopped it. He paused and said softly: "Stay here, little monster."

Compared with Qin Fang and the others, Yi Ru learned about Kong Jinghua's disappearance very late, but it was mentioned by several old ladies outside Kong Jinghua's community.

——I heard that I beat the child...

——That’s not called beating, that’s called abuse. If it’s just about beating, the kindergarten will turn a blind eye.

——I also heard that she ran to the teacher’s house in the middle of the night, and the teacher was just a half-sized girl, and was scared to death.

This morning, several kindergarten teachers came to shoot the door...

——I don’t know where I went, so I asked me to say, don’t hide, it’s best to come out and explain things clearly. This kind of thing will get worse and worse. If the teacher calls the police, it will be worse and worse...

What's going on?

These words are easy to hear, and she was so scared that she was wandering downstairs for a long time, and when it was almost dead, she secretly went upstairs.

The dim corridor is full of familiarity, but it is just older than a few years ago.

Standing at the door of the house again, Yi Ru's nervous heart almost jumped out even though she knew that Kong Jinghua was not there. She insisted on calming herself and inhaling and exhaling. After repeated several times, she opened the distribution box next to the door.

Kong Jinghua had the habit of putting a spare door key in the distribution box. At first, she liked to press under the floor mat at the door, but later Yiru reminded her that it was not safe, so she changed it to the distribution box.

The key was stuffed inside, so it was easy to avoid the wires carefully. After fumbled for a long time, I got it. When the key was aimed at the key hole, I was stunned for a moment, and then my ear was gently pressed onto the door.

There was a clear sound inside, rustling and very light.

So, mother is at home?

Yi Ru's eyes suddenly became a little wet, her body was trembling, she paused, closed her eyes, and made up her mind.

Qin Fang was right. Although he had done something bad, Kong Jinghua was his mother after all. Which mother would hold grudges against his children?

She pressed down the tears that were about to gush out, and she stably inserted the key into the keyhole, and then turned it away with force.

"mom!"

The imagined scene of mother and daughter meeting each other in tears did not appear, and the room was quiet and the lights were not on.

Yi Ru was stunned for a moment and subconsciously turned on the switch beside the wall.

The lights were on, and the furnishings in the house were almost unchanged. The living room, balcony, kitchen, bathroom, my former room, Kong Jinghua's bedroom, Yiru looked at it one by one, and it was indeed empty and there was no one.

So, the rustling sound just now was my own... auditory hallucination?

Yi Ru found it funny and a little tired. She sat on the bed in the bedroom for a long time, looked around blankly, and her eyes finally fell on the bedside table.

There is a row of films, which seems to be a few more books than I remember. One of them seems to be in a hurry and crooked manner. Compared with the uniform rows, it seems very inconsistent.

Yi Ru stood up and pushed the album in. After pausing for a few seconds, she suddenly pulled out the book again.

If you remember correctly, this is your own exclusive album. At that time, whenever you have new photos, your mother would always wash them and stuff them carefully. She would also use a pen to write the date and keywords on the annotation bar next to it, such as x-month, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year, x-year

Yi Ru opened with a smile, and the memories of the past came to her face, those who were traveling, those who were at the school gate, those who graduated from junior high school, and then, they stopped abruptly.

Because after that, something happened to her.

Yi Ru took a deep breath with tears in her eyes. Just as she was about to close the photo album, she suddenly found that a page in the blank film in the second half of the album had been rubbed with the corner of a photo.

When I turned around, I found that there was a photo of it. It was originally sealed in a plastic sheet, but the tape on the seal seemed to be less sticky, so whenever there was a swaying, the photo I originally hid would move out.

Yi Ru slowly pulled out the photo, and she found that her hands were shaking. She actually had no hands anymore - was it because the body connected to the prosthetic limb was trembling so hard?

——"We have taken photos. If you call the police, everyone will finish playing! Don't you believe it?

Then send you one first and enjoy it.”

At that time, she rushed home, but couldn't find the so-called photos in her email. She thought it was an empty threat and said she must call the police. On the way back, she passed by Phoenix Mountain...

Rust... Rust...

The sound came again, right behind him, Yiru slowly turned around.

The glass door leading to the balcony is closed, and the curtains that are pulled up reflect countless dense shadows, with clear stems and stems.
Chapter completed!