"I think you understand what's going on now." Bugu said calmly.

Jerry was silent for a moment, trying to control his emotions and telling Fugu that he hadn't meant it just now.

But Noya looked so angry and sad.

Jerry regretted it very much, and regretted that he shouldn't have suspected it just now.

"I almost got disappointed in you." Fugu said.

"If your father knew you had such thoughts, I really don't know what to do with it!" Noya was a little angry.

"I thought you'd be a little more sensible, but for you, Jerry, I don't think you made this diary up by me, did you!" Bugu said angrily.

"If you still think this way, it's very dangerous, especially these days—Brad is looking for you everywhere right now."

"How so?" Jerry gasped as he recognized his recklessness.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Fuya added, gasping heavily.

"No-please—" Jerry fidgeted, his mouth stammering, and suddenly he couldn't speak.

"You can't—" The words came to his lips and stopped again.

"That's it! Rest early," Bugu turned around and prepared to go up to the attic, "and the diary will be handed over to you for safekeeping." ”

"It's your father's thing, after all—" Bugu paused, and then stopped.

- As if there was something important to say to Jerry, he swallowed hard.

A dispute ended with this. The atmosphere returned to normal.

Jerry sat alone, and that night, he was bored.

There was a storm outside, lightning and thunder, and he tossed and turned.

Overnight, he seemed to have lost the intimacy he had with Bugu.

Suddenly, his body was unusually uncomfortable, and he felt an indescribable nausea.

He felt as if his stomach had suddenly lost its bottom.

He wondered how he could forget what had just happened.

He hadn't slept all night, and he heard the sound of walking around in the attic.

This state lasted for a long time, and he really couldn't think of anything to say to persuade himself.

It was as if a fear was creeping down before dawn.

Dawn came, and nothing happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The next day, there was no "pop, pop, pop" sound of a stick hitting the table.

He didn't sleep much last night, but today his mind is very clear.

The weather outside was so nice, it was the best day of the week.

Outside the window there was sunshine and the storm passed.

The sky was as clear as a blue mirror.

At this time, the sound of "tuk tuk" came from outside the door.

"Is it an owl?"

Jerry ran to open the door quickly,

There was a "bang", and the envelope was poured at him like garbage.

Envelopes of various colors were piled up at the door. There are at least a few hundred. It's incredible!

"What happened?"

He stepped over the mountain of envelopes and ran out as fast as he could. He saw an owl flying quickly towards a house in front of him.

"Hey!" Jerry followed it down a street.

The owl's wings vibrated and disappeared behind a house.

After a while, another owl emerged from behind the roof of the building.

Jerry is certainly not the same owl as the previous one.

One owl has a red rope tied to its feet, and the other owl has nothing.

There was a sound of "tuk tuk" in the sky, and several owls were hovering in the air.

The owl seems to be lost. It's like looking at something.

"Where are they going?"

"Aren't owls used to be seen at night?"

Jerry touched his nose and woke up Zhang Wuwei, who was sleeping: "What's the matter?" ”

Zhang Wuwei sighed, thought for a while, and said, "When the owl appears, there are no four seasons. They come out in the daytime en masse, something bad must happen, someone is going to be unlucky! ”

"Why?" Jerry ran in the direction the owl was flying.

"Follow them and see where they go? Bad luck for the people there! Zhang Wuwei said.

"You're not scaring me, are you?"

"They've just passed through the storage room!"

"They poured hundreds of letters at the door of the storeroom!"

Jerry said as he ran, stopping abruptly.

"Won't it?" He thought of this, a little worried.

"Go back to the storeroom and have a look!" Zhang Wuwei stretched.

Jerry sped away in the direction of the storage room.

Sure enough—

Smoke is rising in the direction of the storage room.

When Jerry rushed back, the flames were blazing.

"No valley - no valley!" He screamed and rushed in.

The door to the storage room was tightly locked.

Someone sealed it with a nail when he left.

"No valley - no valley!" Jerry yelled.

After a while, the fire dimmed, and there was a knocking sound by the window.

A fat cat is tapping its paws against the window and has a wand in its mouth.

The outside of the window was nailed with two wooden planks.

"Damn! Who did this! Jerry angrily broke open the window.

He rubbed his nose vigorously, so anxious that he almost cried: "Tell me quickly, what should I do!" ”

Zhang Wuwei scratched the itch and did not respond.

"Are you dead?!" Jerry yelled.

At this time, the smoke in the house is getting heavier and heavier.

Jerry was in a hurry and slammed his body against the window, trying to break it.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and the window glass cracked.

The nails on the two planks were knocked to the ground by him.

"Scared the hell out of me!" Jerry yelled at Bugu.

The fat cat's body jumped out of the hole in the glass and jumped to the ground.

"Aren't you going to go through walls?" Jerry couldn't control his emotions, and he roared.

"You're so reckless, it's so worrying to me! Damn old fat cat! Jerry growled.

At this moment, his anger was like water that had opened the floodgates, and it was out of control.

"Aren't you magical?"

"You're almost scaring me to death!"

"If you die, who will protect me!"

"What a guardian you are! Old fat cat! ”

He vented his dissatisfaction, his hands and feet weakened, and he collapsed to the ground.

He sat on the ground, gasping for air.

Zhang Wuwei poked his hands in his ears and heard Jerry venting outside.

Zhang Wuwei thought to himself: This kid has too much baggage in his heart, so it's better to vent, so as not to suffocate and suffocate me.

Bugugan stood there, looking at Jerry in amazement.

Its face was covered in soot, and its body slowly turned into a human form.

"If you're injured and die, don't let me do anything more!"

Jerry's roar didn't stop, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he fell to the ground once again.

He heard his own snort and was about to collapse.

"Jerry, I'm glad you ran out." Fuya handed him his wand.

"The time has come for the owl." Fugu said with a smile.

"You're still laughing? You're almost dead! Jerry scolded.

"I'm over three hundred years old—" Fugu didn't finish yet.

Jerry interrupted him: "I'm too young to bear this kind of fear!" ”

"Okay, okay, I just teased you!" Fugu said with a smile.

"It's all burned out!" Jerry stared at the storage room in a daze.

"yes, it's all burned out!" Bugu sighed.

"Who would have done it?" Jerry asked.

"It's certainly not an owl." Noya said lightly.

"Is it Brad?" Jerry was a little worried.

"Jerry, maybe it's time for us to change places."

"How can there be so many owls?" Jerry said depressedly.

"These owls are here to tell the story."

"W-what?" Jerry was surprised.

"The one with the red thread on the foot is Madame Si Ming's owl." Bugu paused and fell into deep thought.

"They must have been in trouble on the way, and these letters arrived too late."

"You mean these letters were sent by Madame Si Ming?"

"That's right, she must have gotten some news in advance."

"What about the owls that don't have a red thread tied to their feet?"

"They're here to disrupt Madame Commander's owl team."

"What do they want to do?" Jerry asked worriedly.

"I'm not sure who did it yet, but—" Fugu hesitated, "Jerry, we'll have to move out of here anyway." ”

"We have nothing left now." Jerry said frustratedly.

"At least we saved a wand," Bugu reassured him, "Overlord Wand 8000, it's so important!" ”

"It's over—the diary!" Jerry suddenly exclaimed.

"It must have burned to ashes!" He looked at the [storage room] distressedly.

"Let's go, try to cheer up," Bugu persuaded him, "I have to report to the teaching department tomorrow." ”

"Nothing, we're nothing......" Jerry glanced back at the charred storage room and followed Bugu forward.

"It's okay, there will be ......"

Zhang Wuwei put his hand down from his ear, looked through Jerry's back, and sighed.

......

Fuya took Jerry through several streets.

I don't know how long I walked, but Jerry's head went around and I dizzy.

"Where are we going now?"

"Go to Mrs. Si Ming."

"Isn't she far away?" Jerry asked.

"Far away." "We can take shortcuts." ”

Fuya took Jerry through an alleyway.

"There's no road ahead." Jerry reminds not to valley.

"That's a wall!" Jerry reminds not to valley.

"Nogu, don't go any further!"

"Ahh

Fuya took his arm and ran.

Jerry closed his eyes in fright, and his body shook.

In an instant, his people had come to a warm room—a tavern.

It was noisy and there was a burst of classical music.

After a while, another saxophone accompaniment sounded.

There are also piano tunes mixed in, which are almost like noise.

"How did I get in?" Jerry froze.

Jerry stood there, rubbing his head, looking at the people in front of him.

"Welcome back, Jerry Little, welcome back!"

A group of people were smiling at Jerry, and they were clapping their hands in welcome.

Jerry hadn't relented yet, he was surprised: "What did I see?" I passed through the wall? ”

"Yes, you've come through the wall." Fuya stood beside him and smiled at him.

"What is this place?" Jerry looked at the guests sitting in the tavern, confused.

When the guests in the tavern saw Jerry and Bugu, they all stood up, and some stopped what they were doing.

At this point, the music in the tavern went down.

"No, where are we?"

"Mrs. Siming's home." Fuya smiled and said, "Come with me!" ”

"Isn't this a tavern?" Jerry follows Bugu through the figures.

Zhang Wuwei stood up, he tried to raise his field of vision as much as possible, he sniffed everything here.

The environment here was very strange, and instead of smelling a clean and pure aura, he could smell some mixed smells.

Jerry followed Lao Bugu, he didn't know what to say, everyone was staring at him.

"Welcome, welcome! Mr. Erdo Buya! ”

"Ahh A woman with a red wine bottle approached.

The gold ring on her finger shone brightly in the warm light.

- It's Mrs. Si Ming.

As she approached, she snuck away an empty wine glass on the counter with her hand.

She skillfully poured a glass of wine and walked gracefully with two glasses of red wine.

Jerry didn't realize that Mrs. Simon handed him a glass of red wine, and was stunned.

Jerry wanted to refuse, but he quickly helped him say, "He can't drink." ”

Mrs. Siming didn't embarrass Jerry, she passed the glass of wine to Bugu.

Bugu took the red wine, and he clinked glasses with Mrs. Si Ming.

"Little ghost, we'll meet again." Mrs. Simon smiled at Jerry.

"Uh, my suitcase—" Jerry punched.

He didn't finish his words,

Suddenly—

The sound of chairs scratching across the floor,

A middle-aged man stood beside him.

The middle-aged man dragged a chair to Jerry's side and invited him to sit down.

After the middle-aged man walked over, some other guests also walked towards Jerry, who was quickly surrounded by people.

"Mr. Xiaoer, my name is Barolo, and I can't believe I'll meet you here."

"It's such an honor, Mr. Xiaoer, I am so proud to meet you."

"I've always wanted to ask you out in private—I'm a little incoherent."

"Mr. Xiaoer, I am so excited to see you, my name is Daddras."

"I think I've heard your name!" Jerry burst out and pointed at Barolo.

"Really?" Barolo excitedly lifted the top hat on his head.

When it was about to fall, Jerry said, "Like in a book, no, in a newspaper?" ”

"I'm sorry, I kind of forgot." Jerry touched his nose.

Zhang Wuwei used the [Memory Reflux Technique] to quickly search for Jerry's memories these days:

Jerry sat on a blanket and flipped through the Freshman Orientation Handbook.

Zhang Wuwei sighed, hating iron and steel: "Your memory is really bad, this guy with a high hat is Barolo mentioned in the "Freshman Admission Handbook", it seems that he is the teacher of the Demon Yuan Research Method. ”

Jerry's face flushed, and he immediately told Barolo, "You are the teacher of Hoglais [Demon Yuan Research Method], Mr. Barolo. ”

"Your memory is amazing!" Barolo laughed and said, "It's rare to be recognized by Cassie's kids!" ”

After Barolo finished speaking, everyone laughed together. Zhang Wuwei secretly complained, he had just used the memory reflux technique, and the ice crystal energy at the dantian had consumed a lot.