When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

Feng Ling spent a whole day on the matter of transforming, and Li Mufeng was not idle either. He promised that he would deal with it this weekend, and he kept his word.

"Send the document in your hand today," Li Mufeng said to the communication interface of the bracelet, leaning lazily on the back of the chair.

"Huh? Can't wait until next week?" The man with a cigarette in his mouth on the virtual screen seemed a little surprised when he heard this statement.

According to his understanding of Li Mufeng, this person has a plan for everything he does, and he seems to be obsessive-compulsive. All steps must be strictly in accordance with the planned time, and he can't do it a little earlier or later. He pursues perfection close to psychological damage.

It was the first time he had heard of this kind of advance execution in the past ten years he had known Li Mufeng.

It was like a portent, declaring that the man exiled from the world would return to the place he had cursed.

Selectively ignoring the gossip smell that could be smelled through the light screen, Li Mufeng replied concisely, "Feng Ling is going to retreat, she is quarreling with him."

When he was speaking, the man's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his thick eyelashes covered more lights, and the gloom deepened in the thicker shadows.

Seeing Li Mufeng's expression, the people on the other side of the communication immediately stopped gossiping. If he accidentally said something wrong at this time, he might be cannon fodder with that Su so-and-so, and he would never see the little beauty Fengling again. .

After flicking the cigarette ash twice casually, a certain counselor lighted a row of wax for each of Su Soso and Feng Ling in his heart.

So whoever Su does it by himself, it is not a pity to die.

I just feel sorry for Feng Xiaoling, who is so good-looking, quiet and low-key, but because of his looks, he has offended Li Pervert, a paranoid psychopath who is obsessed with cleanliness, a modern version of a confidante.

Responding to Li Mufeng's request one by one, before the person on the other side of the screen hung up the communication, he still couldn't help laughing and said, "No problem, I promise to avenge your little fairy boy."

"Immortal?" Li Mufeng didn't realize the vulgarity of the word "Xiaoxiannan" at all. Instead, he thought about it several times with great interest, "It's very impressive, only he can afford it."

"Xian, Xian'er, very good."

In the end, the man hung up the phone with a gentle smile that made his hair stand on end. He rubbed his goosebumps twice, took a deep breath of a cigarette, and while he was puffing, he turned on the computer slowly, boarded the The account of "Old Man Xici" started to make trouble.

After explaining to his old friend Xici, Li Mufeng made a few more phone calls before getting up from the sofa, went back to the bedroom, took out the sleeping pills and swallowed them directly, and then lay down in the bed that could not feel any warmth even in summer, waiting for the sleepy god I don't know when it will come.

Feng Ling didn't know how much Li Mufeng had done to help him deal with this turmoil. He only knew that the person who would be angry for him always believed what he said.

Enjoying the years that Li Mufeng supported him, Feng Ling felt that there seemed to be a soft mass in his heart, like the kind of cotton candy that he had eaten at Xu Cishu's house, soft and sweet .

Some roads can be walked alone, whether it is wind or rain, when you don't care, everything is just a change in the weather.

But when you meet someone who adds clothes and umbrellas for you, those wind and rain suddenly seem to have meaning, and you seem to suddenly become vulnerable.

This increase in favorability directly led to the fact that when Ting Chacha told his old friend Xici that Li Mufeng was offline for three consecutive days because of illness, Feng Ling, who didn't plan to bring games into his daily life, unexpectedly came up with the idea of ​​visiting his doctor.

When the plastic surgery scandal first broke out, he would rather retire than post a real video to break the rumors.

Between games and reality, Feng Ling draws a clear line for herself, a game is a game, the connection is lost when the power is turned off, and no one is involved with anyone.

Most of the friendship in the virtual world can't cross the barrier called reality. Many times, it is mixed with too much wishful thinking. There are always people who move themselves, but in the end they find that everything is just a game that others have never taken seriously.

But Li Mufeng's existence somewhat broke this barrier, and he couldn't help but want to blur the boundary between virtual and real for him.

Not knowing how to ask Li Mufeng's home address, Feng Ling did the math for someone in the attic.

When Feng Ling disappeared and flashed beside Li Mufeng, he had already fallen asleep in the position of half reclining in the imperial concubine chair.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the moonlight fell on the man through the glass window of the balcony, but the interlacing of light and shadow did not add any beauty to him.

The broken black hair on the man's forehead was wet with thin sweat, sticking to the skin messily, with a little blood on the tip of the hair, and the corners of his forehead, eyes and tail were all bloody and bloody with the epidermis torn off by blunt force.

When Feng Ling came, the wounds that were casually exposed to the air hadn't completely stopped bleeding, and the slightly viscous blood beads mixed with sweat twisted and slid down, dragging out two dark red streaks.

The man's complexion was also a little too pale, and the flickering moonlight cast a deeper tiredness in the shadow of his silhouette.

If it weren't for his breathing being as heavy as sandpaper grinding dead wood, and his eyelashes trembling slightly because of lack of stability, he would be sleeping at this time more like a traveler who was overwhelmed and died by the side of the road in his life.

Everyone said she was the beauty under the moon, why did she become a corpse under the moon when she came to you?

Complaining in his heart, Feng Ling stretched out his hand through the man's armpit and the crook of his leg to gently lift him up, and walked towards the bedroom. Li Mufeng's house was downstairs, and the layout of the room was similar, so he could easily find the bedroom.

"Who?" Li Mufeng has always been in a light sleep, even though Feng Ling was careful enough, he still woke up when his overheated skin touched those slightly cool, but under the effect of sleeping pills, this star point was buried even more. In groggy.

Seeing the man's eyes opened but without any focus, as if his eyes were clouded by a layer of mist, Feng Ling slowed down his tone as much as possible, trying to warm up his voice, "It's not comfortable on the sofa, go back to the bedroom, be good, sleep Bar."

Maybe it was Feng Ling's hard work that made his voice gentle and successfully soothed the patient's nerves, maybe it was the medicine that was powerful enough to completely paralyze the consciousness of the insomniac, or maybe it was the high fever for days that finally stole the human body With the last bit of strength, Li Mufeng closed his eyelids and returned to silence after a short period of sobriety and struggle.

The moment he stepped into the bedroom with the man in his arms, Feng Ling couldn't help wondering if he had walked into the anti-color space in his upstairs room.

His bedroom is mostly white, while Li Mufeng's is overwhelmingly black.

White is the most inaction, overwhelming inaction, magnanimously rejecting the world, black is called conservative, but only aggressive, struggling in despair and cursing the world, the two diametrically opposed colors lead to the same goal here.

However, at this time Feng Ling didn't think too much, just because this human's room was somewhat the same as his bedroom, he was a little surprised.

The same lifelessness, the same lack of real sense of being alive, except that one has nothing to do with life and has never been used, and the other is clearly born in it but has nothing to do with life.

Black flows out from invisible places and expands in the entire field of vision. The black furniture, black bed sheets, and even the neatly arranged cold and square tomes on one black bookshelf are all wrapped in dark covers.

The only brightly colored chandelier above the head seems to have never been lit, curled up in the dark mocking the so-called light, everything in the dark cell is bright with sharp edges and corners, silently hurting the only owner and prisoner here.

Gently putting the person on the bed and covering him with the quilt, Feng Ling realized that it wasn't just the corners of the eyes, the person also had the same wound on the back of his hand, which was still covered with semi-solidified bright red blood scabs.

Looking at the blood stains and a little skin tissue in his nail crevices, Feng Ling immediately guessed the source of those wounds. This person dug his skin and tore something off there not long ago.

Why self-harm like this?Don't you know that you are a fragile human being with a high fever?

There was no reason for Feng Ling to be dissatisfied with this pitiful patient, but this dissatisfaction disappeared the moment he saw clearly the things on the bedside table.

It was a small piece of snake skin stained with blood.

Judging from the breath, it belonged to Li Mufeng, but the snake scales on it didn't look healthy, full of traces of being corroded and burned by something, Feng Ling brought the animal habits into it, and quickly figured out the cause and effect of the matter.

The torrential rain on the day Sanhua and the others crossed the catastrophe came with the catastrophe, and the weather forecast was unpredictable at all. The unsuspecting Li Mufeng fell ill after being exposed to the rain, and the catastrophic rain had the effect of exorcising evil and suppressing evil. With the breath of a demonic snake, it is naturally also the target of the rainstorm.

What happened afterward was even more logical. Li Mufeng's scales were purified and burned beyond recognition by the rain. Birds love their feathers, and snakes naturally love their scales. Therefore, Li Mufeng, who was consciously disfigured, refused to go to the hospital, which made his condition worse and he was still unconscious. When tearing off the damaged place.

No wonder the hexagram said that Li Mufeng's catastrophe had a lot to do with him, and he really owed a lot of karma.

"I'm sorry," Feng Ling said in a low voice, gently tapped the man's eyebrows with a fingertip to inject a spiritual force, making him fall into a deeper sleep, "Sleep at ease, it will be fine after a short sleep."

After confirming that Li Mufeng was completely asleep and would not be awakened by the slightest disturbance like just now, Feng Ling took out from the space the "Any kind of sickness will be cured after taking it" and "No matter what kind of trauma a human being wiped, it will be cured" from the space. good ointment".

Although Li Mufeng's blood is back to his ancestors, his essence is still human. At most, he can show some snake scales to frighten ordinary humans. Even a little monster like Sanhua has a stronger physique than him.

Before taking the medicine, looking at the name on the red paper, Feng Ling suddenly felt that the name of Qiwugu must have been passed down from his ancestors. Rao, who is not very familiar with the world like him, also felt that it is not only human beings, but even the immortal family has few things to give. The name will be such a wonderful painting style, so simple and rude, as if afraid that the person who uses it will not know how to use it.

Fortunately, the products produced by Qiwu Valley must be high-quality products. Although the name is not serious, the efficacy of the medicine is still very serious.

For example, the elixir, Feng Ling just stuffed the black ball into his mouth for a while, and saw that the person's complexion was recovering quickly, and the wound began to heal, and when some ointment was applied, the affected area basically disappeared visible to the naked eye.

But if I had to say there were shortcomings, Li Mufeng's wound disappeared, and the snake scale also disappeared.

He won't blame me, will he?

The guilty classmate Feng stared at the small piece of skin for a long time but couldn't rediscover the diamond pattern, so he had to deceive himself to clean up the blood and sweat stains, pretending that this would make Li Mufeng forget the things that used to exist here.

However, when the smooth skin under the blood stains came into view again, Feng Ling was silent for a moment, but still had to admit that he couldn't even fool himself with his deception.

The black scales suddenly turned into jade-white skin, you have to be blind to not notice it, and Li Mufeng is not a goldfish, he only has a seven-second memory, and he forgets that he has scales after sleeping.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with arms crossed, Feng Ling's brain was calculating at an unprecedented speed, and was finally rescued by a mechanical pencil pinned to a stack of documents before the CPU was overloaded and stuck.

painting!

If there are no scales, he can just paint them, and paint with water-soluble paint, so that when he washes up in the morning, he will think that he washed them.

This pot is beautifully thrown, what a clever little devil I am!

As for the question of whose scales fall off after washing, Feng Ling, whose CPU has overheated and lost his rational judgment, said that no matter whether people believe it or not, he believes it anyway.

Feng Lingyi's mind was wide open at night, and he didn't know how many mistakes he would make. He only waited for the paint to dry before rushing away from the crime scene.

He walked in a panic, so he couldn't imagine how confused Li Mufeng was when he was woken up the next morning, and he didn't know that it was at this time that he started to fall off the horse.

Li Mufeng, who had been ignorant of indolence for a long time, was called out the next day by Xu Cishu with a series of life-threatening calls.

Before he could wash up in time, Li Mufeng grabbed his hair carelessly twice, and went straight to the door in pajamas to open the door for Xu Ci.

"Damn it, I thought you were dead. I knocked on the door for a long time and didn't answer." Xu Cishu stuffed the antipyretic medicine into his hand, squatting in the entrance to change his shoes, and began to complain, "Chacha said you were sick, I I guess you wouldn’t go to the hospital unless you were dying of illness, why do you always like to make things difficult for yourself, don’t like that physique, and you are the one who suffers if you spoil it.”

Holding a white plastic bag in one hand, and pressing the other hand on his forehead, Li Mufeng followed the man who had changed his indoor shoes and was walking towards the living room, and said in a tone that I didn't even believe myself, "Speaking of it, you might not Believe me, I'll be fine, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"I don't study enough for you..." Xu Cishu got stuck in the middle of his sentence, "Damn it, Lao Li, are you crazy at last? You still draw without spending money! I can't tell that you are still a soul painter."

"What the hell?" Li Mufeng followed Xu Cishu's eyes and was also stunned.

The back of his hand was painted black by someone at some point, and rows of small diamond-shaped grids outlined by thin light gray lines could be vaguely seen in the pitch black.

"It's on my face too," Xu Cishu reminded by tapping his temple twice.

Without saying a word, Li Mufeng walked straight to the bathroom, and when he looked in the mirror, he saw the same snake scale pattern on both foreheads.

That's right, it's Mo. If the position wasn't too sensitive, he had torn off the scales from these places the night before, and he wouldn't have guessed that these ink blobs that looked like graffiti were paintings. Compared with this painting, it is so abstract that even Picasso would be inferior.

Li Mufeng tried to wash it with water, and saw that the ink on the back of his hand quickly dissolved and disappeared like a snowball falling into hot water.

Whose prank is it?

When he walked out of the bathroom after washing, Li Mufeng's face was already so gloomy that water dripped out.

"Yo, this paint is quite inferior, it will fall off as soon as you wash it," Xu Ci said with a consoling smile, looking at someone's pot-faced face.

"I'm not like you. I'm so stupid that I don't even know whether I've eaten LSD or not," Li Mufeng turned on the big TV in the living room, clicked a few times, and divided the screen into several pieces to play yesterday's surveillance all day.

Seeing Li Mufeng's serious look, Xu Cishu murmured in a low voice, "It's not that kid Lu Sheng who tricked me", and he also calmed down, and went through the surveillance with him, and then ran over to a row of people holding signs saying shit Grass mud horse.

Ordinary people install surveillance cameras to prevent thieves, even if they are extremely suspicious, there is at most one camera per room, but perverted homes have several in each room, and they maintain full control of the territory at all times without dead ends.

Thinking that he was being watched by several cold cameras, Xu Cixi felt extremely uncomfortable. Looking at the unaware and even somewhat enjoying Li Pervert, he couldn't help sighing in his heart, it's a pity that he is so handsome. Abnormal, I really feel sorry for that young man named Feng Ling.

After watching for about ten minutes, Li Mufeng adjusted the playback speed to 8x speed.

There was no abnormality in the content of the video until around ten o'clock in the evening, when the man who was sleeping on the sofa in the video suddenly floated up out of thin air.

Li Mufeng quickly switched the recording back to normal speed, and the progress also slowed down.

This time, the two saw it clearly. At 27:[-]:[-], Li Mufeng left the sofa and floated in the air in the posture of being hugged by a princess, then floated towards the bedroom at a constant speed, and finally settled in the middle of the big bed. The quilt was lifted and covered him.

Then two jade bottles of different shapes appeared out of thin air. First, the one with the narrow neck and big belly tilted in the air, spit out a black ball the size of a longan and slammed into his mouth, and then the cylindrical one unscrewed its cap. , flew out a few balls of red transparent jelly, and landed on several bleeding places on his body.

During the process, Li Mufeng's complexion and wounds recovered at a clearly detectable speed, and after this change was over, the dirty blood stains also melted away little by little.

The abnormality seemed to stop here, and there was no other movement for a while. Just when Xu Cishu was about to ask questions, Li Mufeng held him down and motioned him to continue watching. Sure enough, 10 minutes later, a Brushes and paints, painted on his face and hands for a long time.

There was another pause, and the jade bottle paintbrush suddenly disappeared, and there was no abnormality until Li Mufeng was woken up this morning.

"Ghost?" Xu Cishu still asked the question even though he had a supernatural experience, after all, this...ghost (let's call it that) was not the same type as he knew.

"Have you ever seen a ghost like a nurse?" For some reason, Li Mufeng didn't want to put this nurse friend together with those gloomy things that like to kill.

"..." Damn, don't remind me.

Xu Cishu was suddenly heartbroken. The ghosts he encountered were either killing people or on their way to death. How did he know there were such ghosts who could take care of patients?

They are all other people's ghosts, and other people's ghosts have never disappointed people.

After quickly going through the video again, Li Mufeng restored the scene of last night in his mind.

An invisible friend came to his house for some reason, took him to the bedroom and treated him, but after the treatment, he found that the scales that existed originally disappeared, and someone who mistakenly thought that the scales were very important Existence painted for others with a guilty conscience.

As for the pause in the middle, it is likely that he was thinking about how to cover it up. The water-soluble paint that would fall off after washing should also be deliberately chosen, in order to pretend that it was washed away by Li Mufeng himself.

Poor Feng Ling thought about it for so long before she trembled violently, and within a few minutes, she was guessed by someone.

After listening to Li Mufeng's analysis, Xu Cishu felt sorry for Comrade Ghost for no reason, and said stupidly, "Then do you still need a Taoist priest?"

"No, he has no malicious intentions." Li Mufeng raised the corners of his lips in a good mood as he recalled the vague memory of last night that he thought was a dream.

He had a guess about Xiao Zhumeng that would revitalize Senior Marx and put him in the ranks of socialist construction.

The author has something to say:

Feng: Well, I'm so stupid, really, I only know that there are no scales to paint, I don't know that my painting skills are at the level of soul painters.

Li: It’s okay, I’ll live in your house and paint slowly after you like it, and it’s fine to paint in other places

Listening to the writing of "Peerless Beauty", I feel that my cookie painting style collapsed accidentally

I figured it out, an essay is usually about 1000 words, and I changed two chapters a week to 10000 words, ten essays, more than one essay a day is really a test for narrative failure, (I found an excuse for my cooking)- -