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Chen Zimo, who was immersed in the study of spells and relied on thinking to simulate the details of the force of spells, suddenly heard footsteps outside, and looked up at the window vigilantly, only to find that he had unconsciously survived the night.

He couldn't deduce the right spell to achieve his hope, at least in the simulation.

Picking up the dozens of pieces of paper used for sketching on the desk, Chen Zimo got up and walked outside, and did not shy away from his father, who was cooking in the kitchen, just by the flower pond in the yard, took a match and lit the paper full of strange patterns and words.

The flames whirred and the smoke curled up in the early morning air.

In the kitchen, Chen Jin, who was cooking, saw his son burning paper there through the window, not only frowned slightly in surprise, but quickly shook his head and stopped looking.

Last night, Chen Jin barely slept all night.

Since his release from prison, last night was the most in-depth conversation between him and his son. He didn't deceive his son, the answers that were almost clearly laid out on the table, but were deliberately not clearly said by the father and son, were really deceived by Chen Jin, so in addition to lamenting that his son was still young after all and lacked experience in dealing with things, he was more shocked by these extraordinary means that he would never believe in the past.

Magic?

Metaphysics?

Mythology?

But Chen Jin is now almost sure that all of this is true - so the six "Hu Si" in the haunted incident were really made by his son; Therefore, the son was able to solve the vicious and bad classmate Feng Jiang at the most critical moment and without other means, and let Feng Jiang have a deep fear of him as if he had been infected with a demonic disease, so as to obey him for a long time. Therefore, his son didn't let him go to the backyard, but he sneaked into the hall in the backyard without sleeping every night, guarding Hu Si's spiritual position all night and not coming out......

If you are an ordinary person, who would do such a stupid thing?

So, the young foreigner I met in the Portuguese Gate Casino back then was really able to peek into people's hearts or perspectives?

Therefore, Hu Si really had immortal means back then, but he was hidden deeply, and it was rare for him to expose himself and use immortal techniques, which did not make him Chen Jin believe it.

But even if the metaphysical method is true and his son has learned the immortal method, the more Chen Jin thinks about it, the more worried he becomes. Because what the son did was too weird, either making ghosts to bluff people, or letting others fall into demons, and he kept the spiritual position every night......

It's crazy to think about.

The steamed buns are heated in the pot, and after the steamed buns are hot, you only need to boil the cornmeal porridge in the pot of boiling water, and you can eat breakfast in a while.

Chen Jin walked out of the kitchen, stood at the door and watched his thin son squatting by the flower pond while burning paper, while staring thoughtfully, both distressed and worried, and after hesitating, he finally couldn't help but call: "Zimo, come over for a while." ”

"Huh?" Chen Zimo, who was thinking about magic when he was burning paper, looked up at his father, shook his head and threw away the thousands of thoughts in his heart, stood up and walked to the bottom of the eaves steps outside the kitchen door, frowned and said, "You didn't sleep well?" ”

He noticed that his father's eyes were blue.

"It's okay." Chen Jin smiled and said, "Son, Dad is still not at ease, you tell your father the truth, if you engage in these god-like things, will the Yin Qi be too heavy, and ...... in the future Affecting your physical health? Or, what's the taboo? ”

Chen Zimo pursed his lips and said, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

"Yes, I don't understand, and I didn't believe in these things before." Chen Jin frowned, and said with a worried expression: "But I've heard that if you have too much contact with those dirty things, your body is weak, and you are easy to get sick, and besides, what are the five disadvantages and three shortcomings......

"I'm not a god." Chen Zimo's face sank, and he walked up the stairs, squeezed past his father, and entered the kitchen.

He didn't like the word.

Because of being with my godfather all these years, I am often teased and ridiculed by others.

Chen Jin turned around and followed the kitchen, looking at his son who seemed calm there, wiping the stove with nothing to do, preparing dishes and chopsticks, he sighed, and was about to say something, Chen Zimo had already turned his head and said, "In the future, don't mention these things." ”

"Well, then you don't have to ask me about it in the future." Chen Jin reacted quickly and said with a smile: "This is also a transaction. Besides, how can there be a reason for a son to control Lao Tzu? Can't just because your father and I have lived in prison for several years and failed to take care of you, so after you get out of prison, you have to be under your discipline and supervision every day while trying to make up for what you owe you? ”

Chen Zimo sneered and said, "If you break the law, you will be disciplined by the police." ”

Chen Jin smiled awkwardly, thinking that his son was still young, and his psychology was too simple - this is fine, as a father, who doesn't want his child to be able to keep the sunshine in his heart forever in the process of growing up, and never, never be able to contact the dark side of society?

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Jin couldn't help frowning and worried: "This little rabbit cub, although he hasn't been exposed to it yet, and he doesn't understand the dark side of society, but he ...... It's pretty shady. ”

So Chen Jin wanted to go to Hu Si's grave again.

……

The high school entrance examination is approaching, and the pressure of schoolwork for junior high school students is extremely heavy.

However, for Chen Zimo, who has always had excellent academic performance, he didn't feel too much pressure - with his current grades, being admitted to the county No. 1 middle school is definitely a hand. Of course, this is also his only goal.

Because he knew that with Su Yingying's conditions, he would definitely choose County No. 1 Middle School.

Chen Zimo used the nervousness of his studies as an excuse to gradually alienate himself from the communication with Wang Hui, Yang Qiangbin and many other classmates. After the conflict with Feng Jiang, the enjoyment of the expansion of vanity was just a fresh start for Chen Zimo, and as soon as Su Yingying left, he had no interest in the enthusiasm of his classmates and the majesty of hugging him before going to and from school every day.

Moreover, he really doesn't have the time and mood to study and play with his classmates.

He was not stressed about his schoolwork, but he was eager to study the corresponding techniques as soon as possible on how to selectively hide his "inner secrets" and how to prevent deception to deal with the "mind reading" technique. The timid nature that has been integrated into his bones makes him impatient to take precautions as soon as he realizes the danger that may occur, otherwise he will not be able to sleep soundly.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the high school entrance examination is over.

After a week, Chen Zimo ranked third in the whole school, and he will definitely be able to get the admission letter of the county No. 1 middle school.

That evening, it was raining heavily outside, and Chen Zimo continued to study the magic in the study, and the failure of the reasoning simulation of the magic on paper and imagination again and again did not dampen his confidence, but made him more and more interested. Because in the course of his research during this time, he found that the spell was too profound and mysterious, and if he had enough time and experience, then he could study a spell that could sit down to anything, and even, fly!

Moreover, such an in-depth study is also an experience for him, which makes him more familiar with the basic knowledge of the spells he has mastered, and it will definitely be of great help to the future when the opportunity arises and quickly perform the most suitable spells.

Practice makes perfect.

Suddenly, Chen Zimo frowned and looked up at the window—outside, the rain was pouring down, and the sky was dim.

As he practiced the magic for longer and longer, Chen Zimo gradually found that his hearing and vision had greatly improved compared to before. It's not that you can see farther and hear more clearly, but that you can hear different sounds precisely in the midst of many noises, and when you improve your concentration, you can hear what you want to hear more clearly. In terms of vision, the same is true, his vision can be more concentrated, and he can see a wider range of objects and more shapes clearly.

For example, now, in the dense sound of the rain, he heard the sound of the street door in the front yard opening, and when he listened carefully, he heard the footsteps of two people again.

He and his father each had a key to the street door, and there was a spare one at home.

So the only people who could open the street door from the outside and enter the house were him and his father. But today is Thursday, my father shouldn't have come back, and every time my father came back, he was alone, and only on Sundays when he was off work and at home, would neighbors come to visit the door.

Chen Zimo, who was suspicious and always cautious, quickly put away the paper on the table and stuffed it into a drawer, got up and walked out.

As soon as I walked under the eaves of the porch, I saw the round door leading to the front yard, a middle-aged man of medium height, well-proportioned, but extraordinarily tall, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes, holding an umbrella to cover the rain for the two.

The other person under the umbrella, who was limping when he walked, was none other than Chen Jin.

The two walked through the round door, turned right to the eaves of the east chamber, put away the umbrella, and walked along the corridor to the hall, Chen Jin raised his hand and pointed to Chen Zimo, who was standing at the door of the study in the west chamber, and said something to the middle-aged man, and then beckoned: "Zimo, there is a distinguished guest at home, you come over in a while, I will introduce you." ”

Chen Zimo hesitated for a moment before he spoke: "Hey." ”

Since that drunkenness, his father tricked him into some secrets that he didn't want anyone to know, and the father and son had in-depth exchanges, Chen Zimo did not think that father and son could open their hearts and talk about everything and restore a normal father-son relationship.

On the contrary, he did not like to sit and talk with his father more and more, because he had a kind of fear and jealousy towards his father that he did not want to admit.

His father was too smart, and in front of him, Chen Zimo felt that he couldn't hide a little secret.

This made Chen feel very unsafe.

But it's rare for a guest to come today, Chen Zimo always wants to save some face for his father, which is also the most basic matter of politeness. And he was very curious about the strange man who held an umbrella for his father, came to the house for the first time, and was called a distinguished guest by his father - just now through the dense rain curtain, Chen Zimo saw that the man seemed to be surrounded by some kind of qi around his body.

For this extraordinary phenomenon, Chen Zimo is of course interested.