When Song Xiaocheng pushed open the door and walked out of the blood-red little bedroom, the sky outside was already bright. His first thought was "I'm going to be late for work" when I'm done playing, but then he realized that it should be Saturday.

Huan Lingyu was not at home, only boiled lying on the windowsill of the living room, sticking out his tongue.

"Good boy ......"

Song Xiaocheng pinched his temples with two fingers, and tapped the boiled dog's head with his other hand. In Song Xiaocheng's view, braised boil is a good home companion.

said that it was good, but in fact, it was simply envied by Song Xiaocheng: it neither stinks, nor sheds, and there are not many broken things and few nonsense. Although they seem to be inconsequential characteristics, they are all very important advantages when they really get along day and night.

Although Lin Yu doesn't shed hair, doesn't stink, and is even fragrant, Lin Yu's nonsense is to death, and he is constantly breaking things all day long, especially when he doesn't go to work on weekends. This is very inferior to boiling.

"If you don't come back, you can go with Huan Lingyu! The house is a mess, garbage is littered everywhere, and the coffee table is full of useless rags!"

Song Xiaocheng crossed the phone and scratched the wrinkles on his face with his fingers, without saying a word.

Even if she shines and sings in the middle of the night to practice her voice, she is still a person who is about to marry herself and live a lifetime.

"Let's go home......"

After hanging up the phone, Song Xiaocheng said goodbye to Lu Zhuan, sent another message to Huan Lingyu, and left the familiar family home.

Rushing home in a hurry was not actually because of Lin Yu's urging. Song Xiaocheng, who was not a "current party", actually didn't care about that kind of thing. Everyone is an adult, please be mature.

What he was thinking about was actually the faceless woman in the dream - Ah Fei.

"Go back to Gao He!"

That's probably what Ah Fei said, right?

Although I don't know what the deep meaning is brewing in this, although it doesn't seem right to believe in a character who looks so scary so easily, but after all, Ah Fei saved his life. If it weren't for her, Song Xiaocheng might have been strangled to death by the octopus hand with the head of a white elephant in his dream.

Ganesa plans to strangle herself, but Huntery and Ganesa are in opposition, while Assi chops off one of Ganesa's tentacles and saves his life. Then at least, Ah Fei is on his side. As for that Shelly and that Torid......

After returning home, Song Xiaocheng scolded and rummaged through the trash can in the kitchen, trying to retrieve the two black business cards that Lin Yu threw away, while continuing to brew about the things in his dream.

It took a bit of effort, but I finally found those two business cards. The one of "Gao He" was stained with some wet things, and I don't know if it was egg white or the juice in the green onion leaves, but the one of "Cui Wei" was better covered by "Gao He".

"It's good that it's just a little wet. Song Xiaocheng comforted himself and twisted his fingers that were obviously pungent and foul-smelling.

To put it lightly—go back to Gao He—and turn out that the two men had nothing on their business cards, just their names. Isn't it good to just say something like a name? There is not even a minimum phone number or other contact information on the business card, what is the meaning of this business card?

"I cut it, and I pretend to be a forced design. Song Xiaocheng criticized from a professional point of view.

Criticism is criticism, and the method has to be thought of.

Before and after, Song Xiaocheng tried many methods: inquired in the circle of friends, searched for the names of those two people on the Internet, and searched for their strange and difficult organization name. As well as all kinds of information that may be hidden in a black business card.

"What are you messing with?" Sitting at the coffee table, Lin Yu watched Song Xiaocheng blow on the two black business cards while eating.

"I've got to find a way to get in touch with these two guys. ”

"Who?"

"Two ...... Tsk, stranger. You don't understand it. ”

"Cut. And how did you last see them?"

"Last time it was ......" Song Xiaocheng was just about to be impatient, and suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, "Zhao!"

"Huh?"

The last time I saw Gao He and Cui Wei was after the flash explosion accident at that restaurant. So this time...... Could it be that in order to see these two people, Song Xiaocheng wants to set fire again?

No matter what, I had to give it a try, as long as it didn't hurt anyone......

While thinking, Song Xiaocheng raised his butt and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" Lin Yu shouted.

"Get out there. ”

"You can't eat before you go!"

Song Xiaowei doesn't plan to pay attention to this kind of mundane thing, after all, the world is about to be destroyed, and he still has to care about one meal at a time, he really doesn't know the general situation!

But just when his hand was on the doorknob, it occurred to him that Xiao Yu's words just now seemed to sound a little wrong. When I looked back, I saw that Xiao Yu's eyes were full of grievances, and his face was full of resentment. Song Xiaocheng realized that his girlfriend Xiaoyu, who was lazy in every possible way in the past, actually made several dishes by himself today.

A plate of fried bullfrog with double peppers, a small plate of chicken fat pea sprouts, a bowl of braised beef brisket with bamboo shoots, and a soup bowl of spicy chicken in the middle of the table.

Song Xiaocheng smiled awkwardly, turned around, rubbed Xiao Yu's head, muttered a few sweet words, and sat down next to the coffee table.

Yes, maybe the end of the world is very urgent and serious. But isn't everything he does for the people around him? If he chooses between hugging a brick and hugging his girlfriend, Song Xiaocheng will definitely choose the "result".

"Your hands are so cold. Xiao Yu said.

"Hmm, is it?" Song Xiaocheng pondered for a moment, did he touch the right hand on the top of Xiao Yu's head just now, so he tested the temperature of his right hand on his thigh......

It's not just cold, it's like ice! No wonder I didn't feel hot at this temperature today!

Song Xiaocheng, who was panicked for a while, hurriedly looked at his palm, the small triangle named "Igni" seemed to be emitting a deep blue light slightly, and when he looked closely, there seemed to be a trace of cold air wafting out.

"What's wrong, let me see?" Xiao Yu seemed to notice something unusual.

"Oh no...... It's okay, let's eat. Let me taste your stir-fried dishes!" Song Xiaocheng hurriedly covered up.

It seems that he really needs more time to learn how to use Igni, as Styty said.

Xiao Yu seemed to be very satisfied with this long-lost common lunch, but after eating, he stretched his waist and went back to the bedroom to sleep, leaving Song Xiaocheng to wash the dishes alone. Although he was thinking about other things, Song Xiaocheng still decided to finish this boring housework quickly first, and threw all the oily dishes into the sink.

While brushing the plate, strange things happened.

Song Xiaocheng pinched the plate in his left hand, and the dishcloth he was holding in his right palm seemed to be getting harder and smoother. At first, I just found it more difficult to pinch than usual, but after brushing a few dishes, it seemed that the dishcloth was completely useless.

"Frozen into ice cubes......?"

At this time, Song Xiaocheng was in no mood to wash the dishes at all, he put the palm of his right hand under the faucet, and used his left hand to test the water temperature up and down.

It is true that the summer heat makes the tap water a little warm, but the water flowing from the palm of his right hand is cold. Could it be that the role of "Igna" is not fire?

When he first heard the term "Igni" at Huan Lingyu's house last night, Song Xiaocheng associated him with many "fire" settings, but now it seems that there are more secrets hidden behind this sigil.

Thinking of this, Song Xiaocheng tried to control the Igni Dharma Seal in his palm, such as making various gestures, tensing the muscles of his right hand, etc., but to no avail......

"Hey!!"

"Bang-"

Lin Yu's mischievous scream suddenly sounded in Song Xiaocheng's ears, so frightened that he dropped everything in his hand into the pool.

"Hahaha! You're so scared that you're about to jump up!" Xiao Yu, who succeeded in his prank, was very happy.

Song Xiaocheng was just about to have a seizure, but suddenly thought of something...... What in hand?

Song Xiaocheng was playing with water with both hands just now, and there was nothing in his hands at all! Looking down, he found that there was a thick icicle thrown in the pool.

Don't...... Igni's role has something to do with his mood?

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"I'll go open it, you can wash the dishes properly!" Xiao Yu left the kitchen in a hurry.

Song Xiaocheng didn't speak, just looked down at the ice in the pool.

"Hello, is Mr. Song Xiaocheng at home?"

It's Gao He's voice!

Song Xiaocheng shook his hand and turned off the faucet and jumped out of the kitchen:

"I'm here!" he hurriedly jumped at the door, and sure enough, it was Gao He! Just like that day, Cui Wei was followed behind him. The only difference is that Cui Wei is wearing a long-sleeved shirt today.

"That...... Xiaoyu, you stay at home, I'll go out with them and talk a little...... Uh, the project thing. ”

Although Song Xiaocheng's family lives not far from the subway entrance, and it is also a mature residential area, there is no serious place for business meetings around.

But of course, the meeting with Gao He and Cui Wei is not a business meeting at all.

Just beside a row of small flower beds on the sidewalk, Gao He and Song Xiaocheng were squatting side by side, and Cui Wei was standing not far away, as if letting go of the wind.

"Mr. Gao, what happened last time ......" Song Xiaocheng was about to apologize first, but was interrupted by Gao He stretching out a hand.

"Don't mess with those useless ones. Mr. Song, can you figure out a way to notify the two of us to come to see you, it seems that you already have some understanding of our organization. ”

"Yes...... Oh, yes. Song Xiaocheng's heart was empty, but it seemed that it was not wrong to say so. After all, he had indeed thought of a way, but before he could implement it, they came to the door.

"So, are you ready to come with us?"

"Not really. Song Xiaocheng quickly denied, "I just want to tell you that I may have a way to help you catch the person you want to catch." ”

"Oh, do you have a way to catch that guy?" Gao He narrowed his eyes, a polite smile with obvious suspicion.

If there is any way for Song Xiaocheng to catch that serial arsonist, not to mention that Gao He doesn't believe it, even Song Xiaocheng himself doesn't believe it. But Song Xiaocheng has his own logic - the woman who called herself "Ah Fei" in the dream told him to "go find Gao He", although I don't know what she asked her to do with Gao He, but with Song Xiaocheng's IQ, the thing that can be associated with him is probably the serial arsonist who was mistaken for himself.

"There's a red mole on the palm of your left hand, right?" Song Xiaocheng gestured with his left hand, "Do you have any other information?"

Even if he made up a story, Song Xiaocheng at this time seemed to be a little too dismissive of himself as an outsider. According to the acceptance of ordinary people, the last time they met, the two were still fighting each other, but this time they were talking about cooperation, which is really a bit of a discord.

But it turns out that Gao He is not an ordinary person, and the speed of accepting the progress of things is far faster than Song Xiaocheng imagined.

A few minutes later, in an underground garage not far from Song Xiaocheng's house, Gao He led him into an iron door that never seemed to open.