The wet answer finally climbed up from under the sewer, and as soon as he came out of the sewer mouth, he collapsed on the ground and didn't want to move.

"Let's go, it's more than five o'clock in the morning, the sky is about to brighten, if you don't leave, you will really become a disgrace to the Covenant Bureau, the first descendant of the veteran to die on the contract."

Miao Qingyun took the data cable and adjusted it slightly, put on his hat and picked up the red umbrella, stretched out his hand and asked the orange to get up, and by the way, he used the red umbrella to collect the child's soul.

Although Wen Cheng was reluctant, he still dragged his injured leg and got up, and followed Miao Qingyun to the hospital.

Entering the hospital ward, Miao Qingyun took Wen Cheng to smoothly avoid the nurse on duty, entered the ward and easily used the red umbrella to switch the souls of the two children, and then looked at Wen Cheng to signal that it was time for her to dissolve the contract.

"How?" Ask Cheng looked back at Miao Qingyun with an ignorant face.

"You really look like a cat, how can you explain it? You made your own deed, you ask me? How do I know how your Mo family will terminate the contract? ”

"Oh, our Mo family's method of dissolving the contract belongs to a unique secret book and is not passed on, you go out first to solve it, and I will go out to find you."

Q Cheng himself doesn't know how to break the contract, and the ghost driver can break the contract by swallowing the deed, and he resists the limit retribution, but he doesn't know how to make a contract with this child, and he has to say what the deed is, that is, his own fingers, and he can't chop off his fingers and swallow it, right? I can only send Miao Qingyun away first, and then ask for help from Yu Kenxin.

"Heh, there are many secrets in your family, I'm not uncommon to see it, let's go, I'll wait outside for you to check the room."

Miao Qingyun rolled her eyes and turned away disdainfully, asking Orange to quickly ask for help from Edgeworth.

"Be careful, Kenshin, who is there between the two of you? How to solve this contract? ”

"Just cut off your fingers, it's a hundred, save you from making a contract with someone else."

Kenshin's voice came out of the sword, and his voice was a little weak, and he was anxious when he heard only one finger chopping.

"Don't tease me, hurry up and help me solve the contract."

"You sent him back, what you promised is done, just tell the truth and say no, the best thing you can solve is this deed, you don't know how to solve it, it's really embarrassing for the Mo family!"

Jian Xin hated that iron could not become steel, and after the number fell, he asked Orange and there was no movement.

After asking Orange to know how to dissolve the contract, he reached out and held the little boy's chubby little hand and said gently:

"Little one, Auntie has sent you back, the road ahead may be difficult, you must be a carefree child."

After saying this, the wound on the index finger of his left hand was a little shallower, and Wen Cheng's body was also a little comfortable, but he was still weak.

"Kenshin, this trick doesn't work, the wound on my hand is still there." Wen Cheng looked out the window that the sky had turned white, and the wound on his hand had only healed a little, and anxiously asked Kenshin for help again.

"There is also a child, it must be that you have a blood contract with her, she is hiding too deep and is a child, I don't see it, you have lived for three days with six deeds, you can brag in the world of deeds."

"Just brag about it, I'm already weak now, and I'm about to faint in pain, no, I'm going to hurry up and break the contract with that child."

Wen Cheng opened the door in a daze with a bronze sword, grabbed Miao Qingyun's arm, and the whole person was about to hang on Miao Qingyun's body.

"The dissolution was unsuccessful?"

Miao Qingyun looked at Wen Cheng's face was pale, this was about to die.

"No, very successful, but there is one more child, and the child in your umbrella is the key." Asked Cheng reluctantly raised his head and let Miao Qingyun drag him away.

The two of them were like conjoined babies, relying on fake phone calls to support the doctor in the intensive care unit, sneaking into the intensive care unit, as soon as the red umbrella was opened, the soul returned to its place, and asked Cheng to directly pull off the child's oxygen mask and stuff the left index finger into her mouth.

The child, who was still in a coma, suddenly woke up and opened his eyes, bit Wen Cheng's fingers, and the pupils of his eyes dilated, although he was looking in the direction where Wen Cheng was, his expression was more like sleepwalking.

Seeing that it was hopeless to drag his fingers, he threw the bronze sword in his hand to Miao Qingyun, raised his hand and clattered two big mouths, and his hands were not soft at all, the child cried out, his pupils contracted back to their normal appearance, and he let go of his mouth and cried like a normal child.

The wound on Wen Cheng's hand was completely healed, and his body was much more relaxed, and he just wanted to reach out to coax the child, but was dragged out of the intensive care unit by Miao Qingyun.

The two of them trotted all the way and finally ran to the hospital morgue, this is Miao Qingyun's territory, what do you want, and pulled Wencheng into his office.

First plugged an electric kettle into the morgue to boil water, then took out the toolbox, took out a small blue medicine bottle, opened it, poured out some powdery stuff from it, mixed it into a thin puree with freshly heated water, and waved it to ask Cheng to come over.

"You...... What are you doing? This can't be a preservative for the dead, right? ”

Ask Orange was too scared to approach, and hurriedly refused.

Since entering the house, Wen Cheng has been admiring Miao Qingyun's strange habits, a whole wall is full of all kinds of photos of corpses, and at first glance, it is impossible to see that the photos hanging on the wall are dead people, except for their excessively white faces, they are like falling asleep.

But when you get closer, you can see that the faces on each photo have stitched marks on their faces, and if you look closely, you will find that there are more or less numerical numbers around these people, which is very strange.

I thought to myself, could it be that after Miao Qingyun sorted out the remains of each corpse, he was so perverted that he wanted to leave them a code to prove that this was his work? A good artist would be like this, but a good decorating artist would be like this, no matter how you think about it, it's a bit weird like a pervert.

"What are you afraid of? I just asked you to come over and help you suck that thing out of your shoulder. ”

Miao Qingyun didn't like to ask Cheng to see his things, so he hurried over, closed the curtain, and dragged Cheng to sit on the morgue.

"Sit here and don't move, untie your clothes and show your shoulders, I'm going to do it for you."

Miao Qingyun said and took out the alcohol lamp from the toolbox to sterilize the scalpel.

"Can I sit somewhere else? It's a little chilly on the morgue. ”

Ask Cheng to be nervous, thinking that Miao Qingyun was holding a scalpel to engrave a number for himself, and he was a little scared and nervous.

"No, I have a better feel when you sit on it, and it won't hurt you when I take the soul."

Miao Qingyun said as she skillfully took out a belt from the cabinet under the morgue and tied Wen Cheng's legs.

"Doesn't it hurt? You're lighting a lamp and tying a belt, are you going to scrape my bones with a scalpel to cure the poison? ”

Asking Orange was even more scared, and reached out to untie the belt and ran away to the emergency room to deal with the trauma on his body first.

"Don't be afraid, just cut it right away!" Miao Qingyun used the sugar in his pocket to attract Wen Cheng's attention like a child, and when he raised his hand, he stabbed a knife on Wen Cheng's shoulder, and the painful Wen Cheng wanted to kick but because he was restrained by the belt, he could only scream and struggle.