After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

The night is getting darker.

A boy wearing solid-colored clothes walked into the bar full of people of all kinds.

The colorful lights shone on his face with deep features, flashing like neon lights, covering the green mountains.

Meng Ting dodged a few people who were almost sticking to him and walked straight to the bar.

The dynamic music in the dance floor is followed by many young people, who shake their heads and enjoy their youth.

Amidst the noise, the boy heard the bartender's question:

"Handsome guy, you came alone? What would you like to drink?"

Meng Ting's dark pupils were like a black hole, absorbing countless enviable glimmers of light.

"I'm looking for Jiao Kaiyun."

The bartender's golden hair fell down onto the counter, and his eyes contained scrutiny.

"I'm Jiao Kaifeng."

The bartender straightened up, began to laugh naturally again, and shouted to the back:

"little six!"

A little brother came out from the back door of the bar, and Ni Yangzhou, who was lying in his pocket, recognized him immediately.

It was the day when the kidnapping happened and the young man with a crew cut stuck his head in to report the news.

Xiaoliu looked at Meng Ting, took a good look at him, and matched his face with the photo in the class he remembered. Then he nodded and motioned for the boys to follow.

He had applied for leave from school and had to make full use of the day. In the evening, Meng Ting called Li Yuan and found out that Jiao Kaifeng was now under the protection of his brother.

Even Li Yuan didn't know where Jiao Kaifeng was.

But he knew that Jiao Kaifeng's brother, Jiao Kaiyun, opened a bar in the commercial center.

Ni Yangzhou and Meng Ting came to try their luck, but they didn't expect that he was really there.

Meng Ting followed Xiao Liu and walked along several corners, even going out the back door of the bar and passing through a hidden alley before arriving at a house.

The door of the room is no different from the doors of the other houses in the corridor. They are all light brown wooden boards with black handles. They are of the same color and shape, and have no house numbers.

Ni Yangzhou felt that if he went out for a walk, he would not be able to find where he was when he came back.

Xiaoliu stood at the door and knocked respectfully: "Brother Jiao, classmate Xiaofeng wants to see you."

A deep male voice came from the room: "Come in."

Xiaoliu opened the door and stepped aside to let Meng Ting in. As soon as Meng Ting walked in, he heard footsteps behind him.

Xiaoliu also went into the house and locked the door.

The room is not big and can only accommodate a large desk and a bookshelf.

Jiao Kaiyun was stroking a butterfly knife in his hand, which was shining with metallic luster under the light of the desk lamp.

The man closed the knife with a "swish", and the handle of the knife swung in a beautiful pattern before he raised his head.

Meng Ting met the gaze and looked over.

"You are……?"

Meng Ting introduced himself, "The person sitting in front of Jiao Kaifeng, Meng Ting."

The man nodded and said kindly, "I thought it was Xiao Ni who came."

"Isn't he with you?"

Meng Ting frowned and repeated it again.

"He was accidentally stabbed by a mugger on a rainy night last Friday and died in an alley on Commercial Street."

"This……"

The man was surprised and said apologetically, "I didn't know this before. Xiaofeng is recovering from his injuries. He will definitely be sad to hear this."

Meng Ting looked at the man's reaction and continued:

"I need to see Jiao Kaifeng."

The man sat up straight, his tone a little cold, "I will tell Xiaofeng about this, you can go back."

Meng Ting did not back down: "Where is he?"

Xiaoliu behind him walked closer, and the man behind the table tapped the table lightly with his index finger.

"He is recovering from his injuries and is not suitable to see anyone. It will affect his recovery."

After hearing this, Meng Ting rubbed his middle finger and index finger together, and a cluster of faint blue flames suddenly ignited at his fingertips.

"I am a spiritualist. Ni Yangzhou told me in a dream to find the murderer. He said the murderer is right next to him."

Jiao Kaiyun's pupils dilated the moment he saw the fireworks, but he relaxed his body in the instant.

"Little boy, it's not good to play with white phosphorus."

The man thought Meng Ting had prepared flammable chemicals in advance and performed a harmless trick.

Meng Ting did not respond, but pushed gently.

The ball of blue fire floated in front of Jiao Kaiyun's eyes, suspended and burning in the air.

The next second, the fire disappeared, and Jiao Kaiyun secretly clenched his hand around the handle of the knife.

"My brother can't be the murderer."

Meng Ting: "I just asked him a few questions."

Jiao Kaiyun carefully looked at the boy who was standing in front of him with neither arrogance nor servility, and at the same time stretched out his hand to stop Xiaoliu who was secretly accumulating strength in front of the door and ready to fight at any time.

"Meet me at the bar tomorrow morning at ten."

Meng Ting nodded, turned around and prepared to leave the room.

"Wait!" Jiao Kaiyun called out to the boy.

"I'm sorry about what happened to classmate Ni. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Meng Ting looked back at the man who was supporting himself on the table with his hands, ignored the small piece of paper that had been hitting his chest, and shook his head slightly.

"great, see you tomorrow."

It's still that gentle and kind voice.

Meng Ting walked out the door.

Only after Xiaoliu sent the boy all the way to the door of the bar and turned away did Ni Yangzhou in his pocket finally speak.

"Brother Meng!"

Meng Ting nodded his chin slightly and listened carefully to what the little paper man said.

"Is it okay to just expose your identity everywhere? Will it affect you?"

Meng Ting knew what the boy was talking about, and comforted him, "Only the people in the school don't know much about it. Everyone in the village knows that my father is a spiritual master, so I will naturally become a spiritual master."

Ni Yangzhou thought of the villagers in Mengjia Village who seemed to ignore him, and the owner of the paper clothing store who ran away after dropping his things.

"What do you mean by spiritual master? Aren't you a paper-maker who makes paper figures?"

Meng Ting nodded, "Yes, I know a little bit, but I eat the food of the underworld."

"Is this a family heirloom?"

Meng Ting replied: "One person per generation."

Ni Yangzhou nodded thoughtfully.

"By the way, Brother Meng," Ni Yangzhou changed his position, getting closer to the boy's chest through the thin cloth.

"Why do I feel that Jiao Kaiyun is weird?"

"What's weird?"

Ni Yangzhou couldn’t put it into words: “It’s just a feeling.”

Meng Ting didn't say anything.

"Please take a day off tomorrow, Brother Meng." Ni Yangzhou thought fruitlessly and changed the subject.

"Can you still maintain your position as the top student in your grade?"

Meng Ting replied: "No."

"Ah?" Ni Yangzhou was surprised. The character of the protagonist, a top student, shouldn't fall so quickly, right?

"I can't be the top student in the class anymore.

How are you going to compensate me?"

After hearing the second half of the sentence, the little paper man moved away from the pocket in embarrassment.

"In the next life, in the next life, I will tie a grass knot and hold a ring..."

Meng Ting did not let him go this time:

“What about this life?

Promise yourself to me?"