Why are there...blank in this note?

Song Shijing hung question marks on her forehead.

Have you never used it? What does the strange name on the title page mean? Why are there so many signs of turning? It seems that it has been used for a long time and the paper has turned yellow.

Song Shijing turned the diary in her hand a few pages, and there were indeed various blanks on it, with no blank words...

Books that you read frequently will always leave many "prints"; although this diary is neatly kept, the marks on it are not wrong.

Could it be that it was written in invisible ink?

Song Shijing picked up the diary and shone it in front of the sunlight outside, but found nothing unusual.

A sentence suddenly came from behind: "Is it really okay to just turn things around?"

It's Mu Qian.

"Oh," Song Shijing was so scared that her hands shook, and put the notebook in her hand back into the drawer with lightning speed; she pushed the drawer, turned around, sat on the desk, crossed her legs with all kinds of charm, squinted her eyes and smiled...

The skills to pretend to be stupid are fully activated!

Mu Qian yawned, leaned against the door with his elbow in his arms, and looked quietly at the beautiful girl sitting in the morning light. "You..."

"I'm just bored! I'll find you where the charger is!" Song Shijing hurriedly raised her phone, "Look! It's out of power!"

"There is a mobile power supply on the left drawer. You lock the door first and play here for a while," Mu Qian shook his head, "Don't flip through my things, otherwise..."

I locked the door because I was afraid that if my parents would walk into their room and lock the door inside, I would have to go outside to find the key, which would give Song Shijing some time to react.

Song Shijing murmured in a low voice: "Otherwise, what will happen?"

"The common saying of slapping the buttocks." Mu Qian yawned again and went downstairs to help clean up the tableware.

Do you really think he has no protective measures and just throws the hard-working human investigation report into the drawer?

In addition to the function of automatically returning after loss, the notes can be fire-proof, water-proof, and tear-proof. If there is no specific method, it cannot be directly

Every teenager should have a diary to record the little things of growth, take a look when you grow up... and experience what shame is.

However, he still wanted to remind Song Shijing not to let her flip things around in her room; although he is normal, it is precisely because it is normal that there are always one or two books in the boy's room that I don't want others to see.

Especially, Song Shijing is still a pretty girl.

After being told once, Song Shijing became much more honest. She was still well educated. She lay on the bed and started playing with her mobile phone, waiting for Mu Qian to summon him again.

About the call of breakfast...

"Come back early! Mom, I want to eat fish tonight!"

Xiaoling's call came from outside the window, and Song Shijing jumped up sensitively, hid behind the curtain and looked out at the yard outside.

Zhen’s parents’ car drove on the road and gradually moved away from this building.

"call!"

Song Shijing's shoulders collapsed and she breathed a little. From last night to now, she felt even more tired than fighting.

Knock, knock on the door.

"It's time to eat."

"Here!" She ran out happily.

...

Mu Qian lay on the sofa in the living room, yawned for a long time, and slowly closed his eyes.

Let him sleep for a while, and he has to go to work at noon to serve those guests.

Song Shijing sat at the dining table; Xiaoling walked back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room, taking out something to eat for Song Shijing.

Although Xiaoling is not interested in the "bad woman" who almost took away her brother's first kiss last night, there are still rules for entertaining guests.

"Sister Xiaoling."

"Please call me Zhen Xiaoling," Xiaoling said with a serious expression.

Song Shijing blinked and looked at the cute girl in front of her. Her short hair in her ears gave her a little more "round" attribute, making people want to rub, touch, and pinch...

"Thank you, my cute and diligent sister, how good it would be for me to have one too." Song Shijing whispered while biting a piece of toast.

Xiaoling's pretty face turned a little red, he hesitated for a long time, finally hummed, turned around and walked towards the living room.

Seeing Mu Qian sleeping, she held the comic book and sat quietly beside her brother, starting to plan how to make her slender thighs replace the cushion that Mu Qian was pillowing...

Song Shijing ate something briefly, washed the plate she occupied, stretched, and began to look at this warm little home.

The brother and sister were in the living room, Mu Qian was sleeping soundly, and Xiaoling sat next to her brother to read comic books; quietly, telling the quiet and peaceful time.

Song Shijing couldn't help but think about what it would be like if she sat there and read quietly... I was so dizzy! What were she thinking about!

She murmured in a low voice and looked up at the restaurant wall. There was a photo wall over there, with dozens of photos hanging on it, which was a family record.

Song Shijing chuckled and leaned over, wrapped her left hand around her back and grabbed her right arm, looking at the photos on the wall of the photo.

There is a blank space on the right, which means starting from the left...

This should be a photo of Mu Qian’s parents before their marriage, two young girls leaning close together; then there are two wedding photos and a record of a witty story at the wedding.

Then, a baby was born. Gradually, the baby grew up, running in the morning light with two pigtails. A boy of eight or nine years old showed a little smile in the shadow of the sun...

Um?

Song Shijing's eyes paused and looked back... There were no photos of Mu Qian when she was a child. The first time she appeared on the screen was like an eight or nine-year-old boy.

Mu Qian, who was lying on the sofa, opened his eyes slightly and looked here; however, he considered the intelligence level of the demon-eliminating master, and decisively closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

It's no big deal; I came to this house ten years ago, and I just asked about my old neighbors nearby in the town. Mu Qian also knew that his parents had hidden him from him, asking him to ask, please don't mention this matter...

Sure enough, Song Shijing thought to herself: Is it because the photos were not taken well so they didn’t put them on?

Probably, right.

She did not take this matter seriously, but instead began to think about what she should do next task.

Although I stayed in this town for some reasons, I had to investigate carefully because I made a promise to Sister Yu that I would complete the task.

Defeated the fully armed, vicious mythical human trafficking group in thirty seconds, and the hostages were unscathed, and the gun could be disintegrated with one look...

Such a great master should leave a trace of clues.

It’s not Zhu Su! It’s a mistake!

She is still worried about this matter.

"Xiao Ling," Mu Qian shouted in a daze.

"Um?"

"Turn on the TV to see if there is any news."

"Oh," Xiaoling responded obediently, ran over and turned on the TV, and found the city's morning news channel.

Song Shijing came over carefully from the side, tiptoed and sat on the sofa next to her, and was also joining in the fun.

Mu Qian had no time to watch TV, but he felt that the family was too quiet and was afraid that Song Shijing would be bored.

He fell asleep in a daze. I don’t know how long it took after a while, but he heard the whispers from Song Shijing and Xiaoling at the same time.

"Oh," It's not difficult to imagine Xiaoling's cute look with a frown.

"What's wrong?" Mu Qian opened his eyes and looked at it.

In the TV screen, thick smoke was emitting everywhere in a building more than ten stories high, and explosions kept coming from inside.

The camera was also a little panicked. At the corners of the picture, many people supported each other and evacuated from the building.

"A fire broke out?"

"It's not an ordinary fire," Song Shijing's voice was calm with a sense of incongruity. "Someone installed a bomb, but it was still on a large scale."

boom!

The TV speakers were a little broken. In the live broadcast, surging flames erupted from the windows on the upper half of the building.

Immediately afterwards, the camera seemed to fall to the ground, and the picture jumped to the indoor news studio without conveying the chaos there.

But those two seconds of noise screaming...

Host: ‘There was an explosion again! Our equipment was malfunctioning! Oh my God, who can tell me what happened there? How many people have not been evacuated? If there are superheroes in the comics, please show up quickly!’

Superhero?

Yes, but their real profession name is generally called Demon Elimination Master.

Mu Qian initially judged from the light and shadow that exploded in the picture: there is a demon-killer, monster, or other abnormal human or non-human species that can control the fire-type power, and the blast of fire-type power created by artificially created is not a bomb.

It has a similar distinction from object explosion.

"Is the demon causing trouble?" Song Shijing murmured beside her.

Mu Qian couldn't help rolling his eyes. Could he stop pushing everything on their demons?

Buzz
To be continued...