[Wearing the Book] The villain is not easy to mess with

The light in the bathroom is not dark, the walls are covered with off-white checkered tiles, but the sink is pure white. People can't keep their eyes open.

The bright mirror clearly reflected the psychiatrist's indistinguishable beauty face, and the light and shadow fell on his long jet-black hair, creating a sparkling circle of light.

And beside him, there was a strange figure standing quietly!

It was the little girl in red lying on the tree and smiling at the psychiatrist!

The little girl lowered her head slightly, and her curly hair set off a fat and childish face. Her eyes were oval almond eyes, but her pupils were gray and white, which was different from normal human colors. , appearing more lifeless.

Between the bright red short dress, a pair of pale and young hands hang down, holding a dirty puppet bear tightly, not grabbing the bear's limbs, but tightly strangling the bear's neck!

Like a mirror demon with deep resentment!

These are not weird, what is weird is her standing posture!

She bent her knees slightly, her calf bent back a bit, and her toes hooked up to a horizontal water pipe on the wall, like a red snake whose tail was wrapped around a fixed support point and stood up to catch food. Doctor's almost flush position!

But the psychiatrist looked at her in the mirror, and because of the cover of the sink, she couldn't see her feet at all!

Therefore, in his opinion, this weird little girl was undoubtedly floating in the air, or was still clinging to his shoulders, like a grieving ghost in red!

He was so frightened that he put his palms together and silently recited Namo Amitabha Buddha twice in his heart. He didn't dare to look back, pretended he didn't see it, and walked sideways towards the door!

As long as you walk out of this door, the demon Zhang outside will be full of suffocation all over his body, and he will definitely be able to drive away all kinds of ghosts and snakes!

However, one step, two steps, three steps...

Seeing that the bathroom door was within reach, the psychiatrist's eyes blurred, and a red shadow hung upside down from the ceiling!

Still the little girl in red!

She didn't know how to move to the front of the psychiatrist!

The whole person was hanging upside down on the door frame, together with the dirty little bear, grinning straight at the psychiatrist, his round almond eyes bent into dull moons of death, and his immature smile was slightly raised, like It's a grievance song sung by ghosts, "Hee hee hee..."

After laughing enough, she raised a small hand and waved at the psychiatrist, uttering a few words in a childlike voice: "Hello, Experiment No. [-]!"

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Jiang Yuran reluctantly applied some trauma medicine to himself, and sat up with Shen Qian to pick up their modified anti-collision off-road vehicle.

The car passed through the tree-lined road, gradually moved away from the dense residential area, and came to an independent and solemn house in the center of the base.

Looking at the house layout is a bit like a courtroom in the real world.

In the center of the main entrance stood three straight flagpoles, two black flags and one yellow flag waving in the wind in the sun.

One side of the icon on the black flag is a white hole head, and the other side is a picture of a pure white lotus flower. In the center of the yellow flag, an abstract painting of a woman is reflected.

It is a half-length painted totem. The woman's eyes are thin and long, with drooping eyelids, surrounded by dark lines similar to vines. The distance is too far to see what it is.

It can be clearly seen that the corners of her lips are slightly raised, showing a pair of eye-catching fangs in a half-smile, she must be the founder of this base.

Under the guidance of several soldiers, Jiang Yuran pushed Shen Qian into the gate.

In the center of the front hall, there is still a relief of the woman on the yellow flag, and the surrounding vines are also clear, and they are poisonous snakes showing fierce lights, or baring their teeth, or spit out their cores!

Jiang Yuran didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the alien species belonged to the dark creatures, so engraving poisonous snakes would not lose the sense of peace.

Shen Qian was worried that he would be afraid, so he patted his hand holding the push handle of the wheelchair, and asked, "Did you see that relief?"

"Ah."

Jiang Yuran responded in a low voice, the purpose was not to make a noise in this kind of place, Shen Qian mistakenly thought that he was really scared.

Shen Sheng comforted: "Don't be afraid, that's my grandmother. She is very beautiful and kind. She never raised snakes. It's just that later generations deliberately engraved snakes to make her look fiercer."

"Oh."

Jiang Yuran thought of his beautiful mother, and guessed that the kindness in his mouth was not much better.

Bypassing the vestibule, a group of people entered the courtroom.

It's not time for the court session yet, but the auditorium is already full.

Many people were speaking in low voices, and a sonorous soprano song echoed in the huge hall.

Jiang Yuran pricked up his ears and listened, unexpectedly feeling that the song was a bit funny.

Because the lyrics are: In another 50 years, we will meet again, sent to the crematorium, all burned to ashes, you pile up with me, no one knows anyone...

Just as he was about to ask Shen Qian what the meaning of this song was, those who spoke all stopped talking and all looked towards them.

It just so happened that the background music had also finished playing at this moment, and the hall fell into a dead silence for an instant, only a pair of eyes that seemed to be sizing up a monster followed the pace of the two moving forward.

After a long time, someone exclaimed: "Oh my god, Mr. Shen brought a piece of food!"

The dead air boiled instantly as if it had been ignited:

"How can food enter the Inquisition Chamber?"

"But he looks so good!"

"His blood is so fragrant! The skin is so tender, I really want to take a bite!"

"Are you sure it wasn't intended to stimulate us?"

"The Tribunal has been established for more than 50 years, and no one has ever dared to bring food in, okay? Mr. Shen is too arrogant..."

They were chattering, and some even wanted to rush up, but were stopped by the accompanying soldiers.

Jiang Yuran's face remained unchanged, and he pushed Shen Qian to his place with downcast eyes. When the footsteps settled, the beautiful and delicate young man was standing upright behind the man, with his thin back wrapped in a white shirt, standing upright. Straight, he suddenly raised his thick eyelashes, and glanced at the controversial crowd in the audience.

Those eyes, as clear as amber, were so clean that there was no trace of impurities. They glanced at everyone's mixed eyes, as if they could directly penetrate the soul and penetrate the soul.

Like a high and pure god, casually glanced at the common people under his feet, even if there was no sign of scrutiny, it was enough to shock people.

The controversial voice seemed to be muted suddenly, and even the audience with their mouths wide open swallowed their words abruptly.

Shen Qian heard Jing Jing, and waved to them with a smile: "I am blind now and need someone to take care of me. I hope everyone can understand."

Immediately, someone confronted him: "Even if you need someone to take care of you, you should find a different species, right? Find a food? Isn't this breaking the rules?"

"Whether the rules are messed up or not,"

Shen Qian found a comfortable position and leaned back, propping up his chin with one hand idly, stretching his neck to get a little distance from the person who was speaking, and the ending sound was lazily extended: "Can you count if you say it, Mo? Ziqi?"

The man he called Mo Ziqi was a black-haired young man with a tall body and long legs, thick eyebrows and eagle eyes, a high nose bridge, and a wide mouth. His skin color was still pale and pale.

Hearing Shen Qian call out his name accurately, he was obviously a little surprised. Just as he didn't know how to answer, there was a sound of slapping at the door!

Under the restraint of several soldiers, Shen Mo slapped his hand and walked in while holding his hand in metal handcuffs.

There was still an impeccable and iconic evil smile on his face, his eyes fixed on the two men in the exclusive position, "Oh, my brother actually brought a piece of food to the trial court, it's really interesting!"

But he didn't froze for long, and the sights of the crowd were interrupted by the sound from the loudspeaker: "Silence, the judges are here!"

A group of men and women came in one after another from the back door of the high platform. All of them held their heads high, their faces were either handsome or beautiful, they were dressed in suits and leather shoes, holding folders in their hands, and sat on the judgment seat with serious faces.

At the same time, a group of men in black poured in from the opposite gate. They surrounded a woman in a cheongsam. The woman changed into a dark red cheongsam embroidered with dark flowers, showing pale and slender arms to support a woman. A majestic man in sunglasses!

The woman in the cheongsam was Shen Qian's mother, and the man she was supporting was extremely similar to Shen Qian, except that his facial features were sharper and more stable, not as seductive as Shen Qian's. Judging from his age, it must be Shen Qian's father.

The incident involved his two sons, so as the current president, he can only sit in the auditorium.

People from all walks of life have arrived, and the supreme judge knocked down the trial hammer, announcing the official start of the trial.

The supreme judge was a man with a gloomy appearance. He glanced at everyone with sharp eyes, and finally stopped on Jiang Yuran, and asked Shen Qian: "Mr. Shen, what is the purpose of you bringing a food to the trial meeting?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Shen Qian's lips, he stopped playing with his knuckles, and pointed to the gauze on his eyes: "I'm blind, I need someone to take care of me."

"Why don't you find a foreign soldier?"

"He took care of me more carefully, and besides, he didn't have any second thoughts about me."

The man put away his long legs that were slightly parted, sat up straight, and smiled with one corner of his lips, "The main reason is that he dare not have any wrong thoughts."

It means that if I were replaced by alien soldiers, maybe I would have been killed already?

Of course the judge knew about the infighting between different races, not to mention Shen's father was present, so he had to cover up, so he symbolically said "Understood" and began to judge Shen Mo.

The process was relatively tedious, and it was nothing more than explaining the incident of Shen Mo's expansion of the basement to hide the head, and then handing it over to the jury to determine the charges.

Jiang Yuran often followed his father to all kinds of serious meetings. He had seen all kinds of scenes, and he didn't mind looking at him from time to time.

It's just that when the trial started, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It was as if an aggressive gaze was firmly attached to him, trying to strangle him alive.

He quietly looked at everyone sitting there, trying to find out the source of that gaze, it wasn't Shen Mo, not their brothers' mother, not the judge, and not that Mo Ziqi.

In the end, he was shocked to discover that the source of that striking gaze, which was different from ordinary people, was actually Shen Qian's father!