The philosophical personality still maintained its tall and handsome human form, hovering above Song Baojun, and said: "Who are our enemies, why do they covet the soul furnace, they are so invading the imaginary space. ”

Song Baojun hurriedly asked, "Is it serious?"

"The Nightmare Embodiment is just a pawn, not a threat. The messenger hidden behind it deserves my attention. ”

The philosopher's personality fell to the ground, and with a wave of his hand, the countless golden tiles that had fallen to the ground flew up out of thin air, returned to the gap in the dome, and according to the broken seams, one by one, they became perfect again.

"At present, there are only three people who have established a connection to the imaginary space through the Fourier channel, namely Liu Qinglin's simple personality, Ling Anqi's destruction personality, and Ye Chengqi's utilitarian personality. The philosophical personality said while cleaning the ground casually: "Before Ye Chengqi entered, the corrosion had already occurred, and he could be ruled out. ”

Song Baojun's heart immediately raised: "So Ling Anqi and Liu Qinglin are both suspects?"

The philosophical personality said: "Ling Anqi's destructive personality is powerful and her ghostly abilities are almost endless, and if she had to do anything, she might be the best candidate, which is why I doubted her from the beginning. ”

Song Baojun hurriedly shook his head: "Qiqi won't be unfavorable to me." ”

Ling Anqi is loyal, but she is too straightforward, and it cannot be ruled out that people with intentions took advantage of her straightforwardness and purity to deceive. The philosophical personality said: "After coming into contact with the nightmare figurative, I found that this invading energy is 'corrosion' rather than 'destruction', and that the two completely different energies, like the difference between chemistry and physics, are simply incompatible, so it is not her." ”

Song Baojun just breathed a sigh of relief, and was startled again: "The only thing left is Liu Qinglin?"

"Let's put it this way, Ling Anqi has a thirty percent chance, Liu Qinglin has a sixty percent dislike, and the remaining ten percent are other unknowable factors. ”

"It's complicated. ”

The philosopher's personality said: "Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for ordinary people to regenerate a new personality after their personality is damaged, and it is an irreversible process for the human body, just like amputation." Just Liu Qinglin's new simple personality is worth studying for a long time. ”

It was the first time that Song Baojun learned about this knowledge, and quickly nodded.

The philosopher's personality said: "At the age of twelve, Liu Qinglin suffered brain damage due to a car accident, and his IQ was reduced to the stage of five or six years old. At the same time, the simple personality in his body is imprisoned in the small dark room, and how this happened is very doubtful. ”

"When you say that, I also feel suspicious. ”

"But I can't draw conclusions, and more in-depth investigation is needed. Well, eat more during this time to replenish the lost ghost energy for us. ”

"Huh. Song Baojun could only smirk.

"Don't think it's a joke, eating is the dumbest, but it's also one of the most direct ways to replenish ghosting energy. And we can't expect anything from your weak mind. ”

"Okay, you're on point. Song Baojun shrugged: "Then I have to go back first?"

"Juche Juche!wait!" exclaimed the romantic personality, "People want a kiss goodbye!"

"Pull it down, you coquettish ball of light. ”

……

Back in the real world, Song Baojun opened his eyes, and the lights in the room were on.

A familiar immature face was lying on the edge of the bed looking at himself, his eyes were dark and deep, and he was wearing a thin sweatshirt, showing his delicate figure.

"Ruoruo, what's wrong?" Song Baojun reached out to pinch his sister's tender face.

Han Ruoyi asked with concern, "Brother, are you having a nightmare?"

"No, I'm fine, did I say something in my dream?" Song Baojun picked up the mobile phone next to his pillow and saw the time, 3:25 in the middle of the night.

Han Ruoyi wrinkled her good-looking eyebrows and thought for a while, and said, "Hmm...... It's nothing, it's just a few oops, oops, or something. ”

Song Baojun couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and said, "Since you just screamed a few times, what are you nervous about, don't you go to class during the day?"

"I want to go to class, but I just got up in the middle of the night to see if my brother slept well. Han Ruoyi swept her hair like a little adult, turned around and got into her bed.

Song Baojun turned off the light, and the room fell into darkness, silent everywhere, and there was a long breath in his ears.

He suddenly asked, "Can't you sleep?"

Han Ruoyi whispered: "The first time I slept with my brother, I couldn't sleep a little. ”

Song Baojun opened the quilt in the dark, reached over to hold Han Ruoyi's soft little hand, and said, "Go to bed early, don't be late for class in the morning." ”

"Hmm. ”

……

……

For the next whole day, Song Baojun was in a state of deprivation and weakness all over his body, and even his thinking was intermittent, and he couldn't lift his spirits all the time, needless to say, he knew that last night's ghost energy was excessively consumed.

There was no class in the afternoon, so Song Baojun and Ling Anqi went to see the house and told Liu Xiyue by the way. I didn't know that Liu Xiyue also asked Qiao Qiao, who I met last time, to go shopping together, just wishing that he wouldn't come to harass.

So under the admiring gaze of many boys, Ling Anqi respectfully opened the door of the Hummer H3, and Song Baojun swaggered in.

First go to the school to find a suitable apartment to rent, it is very simple, the requirements are not high, clean, comfortable and spacious.

According to the rental advertising numbers published in the free newspapers, call them one by one, and soon find an apartment that meets the requirements.

Just outside the west gate of Chazhou University, a residential real estate across the street, with two bedrooms and one living room, is fully furnished, but the beds are specially customized, and the monthly rent is 5,000 yuan. Because of the proximity to the university, the location is prosperous, and it is slightly more expensive than other places.

Song Baojun didn't care, signed a rental contract with the landlord for half a year, paid the rent, and told Ling Anqi to move in as soon as possible.

Ling Anqi agreed uneasily. The monthly rent of 5,000 yuan is unimaginable for her, and it is almost worth a year's living expenses. But since her husband insisted that she move out, he didn't dare to say anything.

"It's convenient for you to stay here and close to the school. Sometimes I don't have time to go home, and the dormitory is closed, I can still come to you to stay overnight. Song Baojun's relaxed words made the stupid girl's heartbeat suddenly quicken.

"First, sir, and, do you want to sleep with me?" the stupid girl blushed, and it took a long time for her to stammer, burying her head deep in her chest, not daring to look at Song Baojun.

"Aren't there two rooms?" Song Baojun gave her a strange look.

"Oh......" Ling Anqi let out a long breath, only to feel extremely disappointed, and her whole body was about to go limp.

"What are you thinking?" Song Baojun added.

Ling Anqi hurriedly said: "I, I, I, I think that sleeping with Mr. can take care of Mr. nearby, you wake up thirsty in the middle of the night, I can help you pour water or something......"

"That's a good idea. ”

Song Baojun said in his heart: "I'm afraid that if I am suppressed by you in the middle of the night, I will never wake up again." The stupid girl's weight of two hundred pounds is really not covered. ”

Then look for properties available for sale.

Song Baojun envisioned a small suburban villa with a budget of less than 10 million.

This is not easy to find, the rich people in the city who can afford to buy villas do not care about the size, the developers are all doing big, and the selling price is basically more than 20 million.

drove around the city, asked Liang Bohua to help contact, and finally found a seller. The location is very good, the construction area is about 260 square meters, and there is a courtyard of 140 square meters, and the asking price is 8 million, which is a conscience price. The only problem is that the villa has been built for twenty-five years and is not new.

But it doesn't matter much, as long as it is renovated it is a good villa. Song Baojun decided to go and meet the owner of the house.

The two sides made an appointment to meet at a nearby teahouse, and when "Mr. Wang" from the contact list came in, Song Baojun was taken aback.

It was the old acquaintance Wang Cunde, who looked at least twenty years old, with white temples, deep-set eyes, shrunken brows, wrinkles, and dodgy eyes.

Since the beating of Song Baojun and his retaliation, Wang Cunde's career has plummeted, and his former old friends have seen him like a snake and scorpion. Fortunately, Du Ershao has left a glimmer of life, so that he can survive until now and barely maintain the situation.

As soon as Wang Cunde entered the door of the teahouse, he suddenly saw the evil star of fate, and he was so startled that he almost didn't pee his pants, turned his head and walked out.

"Lao Wang, is that you?" Song Baojun shouted.

Wang Cunde had to stop, turned back stiffly, and said with a smile: "The army is early." ”

Song Baojun beckoned him over and asked, "Are you going to sell the house?"

Wang Cunde couldn't help but listen to the orders of the military youth, walked to the edge of Song Baojun's table, half-bowed and didn't dare to sit down, let alone look at Liang Bohua and Ling Anqi beside Song Baojun, and said with a smile: "Yes, how do you know?

Song Baojun said: "Yes, I want to buy a house, and it is a coincidence that I met you." ”

Wang Cunde became more and more frightened when he heard this, and he didn't say anything for a long time, and finally said stubbornly: "The army is small, my company is on the verge of bankruptcy, and we urgently need a fund to save it. ”

Song Baojun was stunned for a moment: "I just planned to buy a house, why are you so nervous? Oh, I'm afraid that I will directly take your property and not give money?"

Wang Cunde bowed and bent down again and again, without saying a word, but his sad and anxious expression had already explained what he was thinking.

Song Baojun said: "Lao Wang, what are you kidding, forget about the previous incident, and I won't pursue you." When I eat people, don't I spit out bones? I really don't have the face to do that kind of thing. ”

"Thank you, thank you. Wang Cunde couldn't even say thank you, while reaching out to wipe the cold sweat on his head.

Song Baojun asked him to sit down and said: "No matter how much the house is asked, as long as it is suitable and the two sides reach a consensus, I will never pit you a penny, let's buy and sell fairly." ”

Wang Cunde sat tremblingly, looking at him hesitantly, his eyes still couldn't believe that this demon army young man could be so easy to speak.

Song Baojun sneered: "Lao Wang, I want your whole family to disappear from now on, just a sentence, why waste time on your family property?

Wang Cunde was like being drenched in cold water, suddenly woke up, and hurriedly said: "Trustworthy, trustworthy!"