Xuan Ji exploded more than a hundred times on the spot, his brain was blooming, he wanted to call the police, he wanted to call the police, he wanted to yell, and he wanted to bring Sheng Lingyuan upside down and shake it three times - what about the promise to be clear? Are you bragging, saying that standing in the elevator can listen to the corners of the entire floor?

Why doesn’t the sleeping pill factory invite you to be the spokesperson? The bodies lined up in the morgue are not as good as yours!

Maybe it was because of the collapse of his heart that was too loud. Sheng Lingyuan seemed to feel something, and he slightly turned his head in discomfort and opened his eyes.

Xuan Ji froze, but then he realized that Sheng Lingyuan's eyelids had just opened a crack, and there were stars inside, filled with sleepy and confused water. He probably didn't have any good dreams, but his brows frowned even tighter when he opened his eyes. He was worried, and the shadow of his eyelashes seemed to sink into the deepest part of his pupils, looking extremely lonely - the depths of his pupils, except for the bed curtain and the candlelight that never went out all night.

Xuan Ji was stunned: Even he couldn't see it?

Sheng Lingyuan might not have woken up at all, but he unconsciously opened his eyes between the two sleep cycles. His eyes were frozen, and he was stunned at the bed tent under the faint candlelight. Xuan Ji held his breath and leaned on him. The two people's eyes met in a short distance, but there was nothing to do with each other, and they hurriedly passed by.

Xuan Ji—or the person he possessed in the dream, stared at the eyes that could not see him, and his heart suddenly became turbulent. Then he almost viciously grabbed Sheng Lingyuan's neck, trying to take away his breath.

Xuan Ji in the dream almost split up. On the one hand, he stood coldly from the perspective of an outsider, watching coldly, embarrassed and nervous, and got goose bumps. On the other hand, he was affected by the body in the dream and truly felt the burning anger and desire, and in the pain of nowhere to be placed, he sinks towards the fire hell that will never be reborn.

Sheng Lingyuan's breathing was as steady and lonely as the falling snow outside the window. The "neon light" tried its best and could not leave half a fingerprint on his smooth neck.

For a moment, Xuan Ji, who had been struggling with the body, suddenly shut up and briefly communicated with the person he possessed, and felt boundless melancholy for no reason.

At this time, a distant sound of time sounded outside... The third update of the afternoon was coming. Sheng Lingyuan's eyelashes flashed quickly, and there was a little more clearness. Xuan Ji felt that the "neon light" had a feeling of unpleasant expectation in his heart, hoping that the other party could feel his existence.

But... no, Sheng Lingyuan just changed his posture slightly, his scattered eyes passed through the window curtain and looked at the empty bedroom.

The "neon light" completely collapsed under the shattering. Xuan Ji heard his possession and his voice was hoarse: "Why can't you look at me? Lingyuan, please, look at me..."

Anger and despair were stirred together, the breath of Sheng Lingyuan, the touch of lips... and the faint incense surrounding the neckline were also magnified countless times, and were engraved on his soul like a brand. He kissed the man in obscenely, as if he wanted to chew him down and swallow it in one bite.

Xuan Ji, who was forced to press his head and act like a hooligan, was in this scene. He was sober and embarrassed and couldn't help but think about it. He recalled Sheng Lingyuan's appearance of crawling out of the coffin of the witch's tomb, and the man was lying in the bathroom with his hair disheveled...

Anyway, they are all wearing "the emperor's new outfit".

Just when he felt that the dream would be harmonious with mosaics, a black hole that was one person high suddenly appeared behind him, spreading up like a shadow and swallowing him. In the dream, Xuan Ji tried his best to hold Sheng Lingyuan's hand, but his tangled fingers penetrated each other.

He couldn't even keep a strand of that man's hair.

"When" the bell rang, someone shouted in the dark: "Closed--"

The strong light pierced into his vision, and Xuan Ji suddenly flicked from the bed and sat up. He woke up from his dream and didn't know what time it was. He seemed to be still trapped in that trance nightmare, his heart was empty for a moment, and only one thought was left: "I can't lose him once again."

The bed next to it was empty, the quilt was neatly stacked, and no one had ever slept. Sheng Lingyuan waved goodbye to him yesterday. He didn't wear any shoes, and Xuan Ji rushed out of the room like a devil, ran to the corridor barefoot until the door of the room behind him slapped it with a "bang" that he was shocked and his soul returned to his position.

"Wait," Director Xuan, who had been smart for half his life, had two thighs on his head, with a confused look on his face, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do... Didn't I bring a room card?"

The surveillance camera in the hotel corridor was facing his door. Xuan Ji and the camera stared at each other for a moment, and decided not to let the camera take a scene of becoming a living person, and use a mortal method to solve the problem. Five minutes later, he came to the hotel lobby, thanked the disposable slippers brought by the waiter, wrapped his bathrobe tightly with a drooping eyebrows, waited for the front desk to verify his identity, and opened the door for him.

Because his image is too unrestrained, passers-by have to look at him more. Fortunately, Xuan Ji was thick-skinned and borrowed a wet tissue from someone to wipe his face. He grabbed his hair with a pioneering and artistic sense and opened the new look openly and openly.

After he came downstairs, he took out his new house card and then went to the restaurant for breakfast.

If you wake up and don’t deliberately record it, you will almost forget it after drinking a glass of water. However, the strange dream just now seemed to be engraved in his mind frame by frame. Such a big circle of world appeared up and downstairs of Xuanji. Not only did the dream not have any intention of fading away, but it became clearer.

Xuan Ji didn't know whether he was incomplete or heartless... or he might have been born in a mountain valley isolated from the world and grew up with the greenhouse effect. Anyway, he had no worries except for lack of money in his life. He rarely fell into any emotions. Even if he had just finished watching a shocking tragedy, he came out of the sadness and joy of others before the movie was finished. His absurd dream was no different from a movie, and it was still a bad movie that made people "get out of the show" for a second. However, he clearly knew that it was fake, but the intense negative emotions in the dream were not only lingering, but also had an endless trend as time went by.

It's not like being a spectator in a dream, but rather like... I picked up some of the dark experiences.

As if he was stuck in his throat, he choked so that he would not have a good meal for the first time.

Xuan Ji and other waiters poured coffee and mobilized their rationality and analyzed his strange dream.

In the dream, he kissed Sheng Lingyuan and ate it, and the setting was that love and hate was intertwined - Xuan Ji disagreed with this. He always believed that everything should be moderate, too much is too late, and love too much is like suffering when too much sugar is added, and naturally he will feel worried and then hate.

Isn’t it just to be happy when two people are together... and to share the rent, water and electricity bills?

There is no need to be a big deal of suffering and deep hatred.

The reason for this setting is that Xuan Ji feels that this may be a psychological projection: on the one hand, Sheng Lingyuan's appearance is very coincidental, which is highly similar to the figure in the cabinet he collected, and is nailed to his aesthetic spots tightly, so he is inevitably lustful. On the other hand, the old ghost is insidious and cunning, has unclear stance, and he almost killed him several times. Xuan Ji feels that he has not scolded the streets, and is as civilized as a man, with a bit of negative emotions, which is a normal human nature.

It is not surprising that the erotic heart and negative emotions are intertwined, and a wonderful chemical reaction occurs.

What puzzled him was what the "neon light" he possessed was.

The "lamp" does not burn oil or electricity, and it is energy-saving and environmentally friendly. The guard and Sheng Lingyuan both turned a blind eye to such a large ball of light, and the bed he sat on was not dent at all. What is the setting?

Ghost?

But where do ghosts come from in the world?

If "God" is the lie of the superior, then "ghost" is the sad illusion of poor people - fantasizing that if you are willing to burn your boat and sacrifice yourself to be a demon, you can gain the unattainable skills in your lifetime and seek justice for yourself.

The Institute of the Extraordinary Control Bureau has a detailed explanation of this topic. The so-called "spirit" and "soul" in folk legends are actually some kind of life matter overflowing. Under the action of powerful special energy, they aggregate in the body. In the legend of cultivation, there is a saying that "the soul is separated from the body" and the one that is separated from the body is this powerful life matter. There are some special means that can lead to this life matter, such as the "Tongxin Curse". The Human Emperor started by spilling out the life matter onto the Tongxin Cai dolls through the life matter.

"Soul" is not something that a person dies. Its premise is that the deity is alive and can be strong enough to support this kind of life substance. As for those mortals who are not very healthy before their lifetime and can become dogs after climbing three floors, don't expect that their useless body will be "soul reincarnated" after decay. The "soul" will become cold as soon as the central nervous system is damaged, and it is probably worse than the body.

If the "neon light" in the dream is also such a "soul", it would be unreasonable. Since it is a special life matter that ordinary people cannot see with their naked eyes, energy instruments can always be scanned. Sheng Lingyuan's eyes are even more powerful than the energy scanner of the different control bureau. Why can't even see him?

Xuan Ji thought for a while but couldn't figure out why, thinking that this might be something he had set up casually for the sake of being a hooligan.

There was also the last midnight bell. Xuan Ji felt that he had heard the bell, and it fell heavily in the depths of his memory.

Xuan Ji poked up a smoked fish fillet and lost his appetite. The bitterness on his tongue was sour and bitter. The distant and lonely fragrance lingered in Sheng Lingyuan's dream. The perfectly smoked fish fillet smell was like chewing wax.

The voices around him seemed to be separated from him, like a noisy and irrelevant background sound. The restaurant has excellent lighting, sunshine, and the indoor air conditioner has a constant temperature of 26 degrees. Xuan Ji shivered. When he looked down, he was shocked to find that his fingers were blue. Part of his body seemed to be still stuck in the snowy night of Duling Palace three thousand years ago - the weather was cold, the embers of the furnace had long disappeared, and the palace was as cold as a morgue.

Part of that dream has become concrete!

"Director Xuan!"

With a "clang", Xuan Ji's frozen hand failed to hold the fork, and the steel fork hit the porcelain plate. As soon as he looked up, he met Wang Ze with a vague doubt and scrutiny.

As soon as Wang Ze entered the door, he saw Xuan Ji in the corner. It was the peak of dining. The restaurant was crowded, but there was no one sitting in the circle of seats around Xuan Ji. Even the waiter did not lead the guests there without knowing the reason. Wang Ze realized something was wrong at first glance. There was a strange "field" within two meters of radius around Xuan Ji, which was excluding everything around him.

This kind of "field" is caused by a very powerful energy spillover, similar to a barrier, all rules in the field are according to the owner's wishes, and even include time and space rules within a small range.

Wang Ze has been traveling around the country for so many years, and has only seen similar "fields" in an evil god temple in the snowy mountains in Tibet. The evil god temple worships a huge strange tree with a fossil of tiger bones wrapped in a twenty-meter square under the root system. It is likely to be an ancient monster with a bone-faced face like jade. He was worshipped by cult fools with humans for thousands of years, and a great disaster was confessed.

That time, Feng Shen suffered heavy casualties, and almost all the field troops were left inside. At that time, Wang Ze had just begun to emerge and was desperately harvested by the captain who led the team at that time.

But how could there be such an evil god in human beings? Is Xuan Ji, he thirty years old... What is the origin?

Wang Ze put one hand in his pocket and didn't take it out, and he carefully stopped two meters away from Xuan Ji: "Are you okay? Why are you so ugly and have a cold?"

Xuan Ji was alarmed by his throat. The moment he looked up, the mysterious "field" around his body dissipated, as if it was just Wang Ze's illusion just now. He had a pair of obvious dark circles on his face, and a large haze in his eyes had not dissipated, and his expression was a little confused. At the same time, Wang Ze saw the knife and fork on the dining table and the edges on the chopsticks... Within one meter of Xuan Ji's radius, all the metal products shrank and deformed, and "flowed" the table softly.

Wang Ze's old boss is a metal system. He has seen powerful metal system special energy explosions, which will cause minor deformations in some nearby metal products... but it is not as good as gold-shaping iron.

And isn’t Director Xuan a Thunder and Fire Department? Even if the internal information is incorrect, Gu Yuexi, the Perspective Gu, had personally identified it!

"No... cough, I didn't sleep well," Xuan Ji's voice was a little hoarse. When he greeted Wang Ze, the upward tail sound had a sense of exaggeration of forcing him to say hello, "It's so early, Mr. Wang."

As he said, he secretly glanced at the dining table next door, and "broken" the deformed metal utensils on his table. In the blink of an eye, the knife and fork that "flowed" into a pioneer artwork was restored as before. He might think that the decorative carvings on the tableware were not very good. He also modified some of them without authorization, wiped them clean with a napkin and adjusted his condition with satisfaction, and smiled at the shocked Wang Ze: "How about a unique skill?"

Wang Ze was not stingy: "Gao, really Gao - Director, if I encounter a big disaster in the future and unfortunately have a partner, can I make an appointment with you? "

"Friends, you are thinking too much. You can't be so pessimistic when you live. I don't believe such a human tragedy will happen," Xuan Ji promised happily, "If there is any case, I will give you a 20% discount on the processing fee, and free mourning service will be provided!"

Each specialist has its own secret, "listen more, watch more, ask less". This is the basic etiquette of a specialist. Wang Ze is not familiar with him. Although he is full of doubts, it is inconvenient to ask, so he had to look forward to his false partner with him. Then, while filling his plate, he reached the main topic: "It's been a morning to find you."

Xuan Ji: "Hmm? Why are you looking for me? Who made trouble again and asked me to close the stall?"

Wang Ze: "You."

While he said, he called Xiao Zheng over, and after answering, he said, "I'll give him the phone later", and stuffed his phone into Xuan Ji's ear: "Director Xuan, it's shameful and useless to escape. You have to close the stall after you finish it. You have a post-disaster department, why don't you have this awareness? Be prepared to accept Dad Xiao's anger."

Xuan Ji was inexplicably surprised when he heard Xiao Zheng thunder in his ear on the phone: "I believe your lies again, I'm a dog!"

"Wow, wool," Xuan Ji took the receiver away, "My father, you have a drink of 'meditation' and calm down, what's wrong?"

Xiao Zheng's qi sinks into his dantian: "You still have the fucking face to ask!"

It was Monday. In the early morning, staff from various departments yawned their fingers on the check-in machine at the door of the office, and the field office was on a business trip to log in to the intranet. At the same time, an email with the key sign "First Priority" jumped into people's sight. Almost all the emails "Progress in Investigation on Illegal Use of Mirror Flowers and Water Moon Butterflies Concealing the Number of Casualties" were stunned. Since Bi Chunsheng's accident, the bureau has been secretive about this, and people are talking about it and panic. This is the first time the official has spoken out.

The yawners woke up, and even those who happened to be on vacation were knocked out by their colleagues to eat melons. Countless, innocent, curious, and anxious hands clicked on the document.

The moment the electronic document was unfolded, the witch man spell hidden in the watermark took effect. A red or white light flashed in front of people. Before they could find the light source, the person who saw the red light fell silently and became a vegetable on the spot.

Among the people who suddenly fainted, most of them were field offices in the core security department, and there were many people with high positions and power. The entire alien control bureau was in an uproar from top to bottom. The situation was unknown. At least a dozen branches across the country entered a state of emergency. Xiao Zhengben thought that Xuan Ji gave him a "detection spell". People who touched the forbidden object would reveal a mark on them. They sent it out impulse and even forgot to say hello to Director Huang. He never expected that such a big noise would be made, and the phone call was almost blown up in the morning.

Director Xiao sprayed his anxious forehead along his cell phone, and his lung capacity was considerable: "Are you sick? Can you say hello in advance? Can you die if you don't make any decisions? Do you still remember that you are a civil servant who receives salary!"

Wang Ze took two egg tarts and chewed them around. When he heard this, he was afraid that the world would hold his fists at Xuan Ji and express his worship.

Xuan Ji was confused, and his colleague felt that his lumbar disc was pressing out of this shocking pot: "No... listen to my explanation..."

Xiao Zheng: "You'd better give me a written explanation! Your sword spirit broke into my ward in the middle of the night and touched me! What do you want to do!"
Chapter completed!