Huang Heng looked at the girl who was slapping the snowflakes with "Ancient Chinese Economic History" and sighed softly.

"yes, it's almost New Year'......"

Except for Max, the pet messengers present all had an inexplicable emotion in their hearts, and even the talkative Bai Shui fell silent, looking at the two girls playing outside.

……

The elf Norindo had returned late at night, and she was still wondering why the man who had taken her so politely sent herself out.

Huang Heng dissolved the ice crystals as promised and released the contents wrapped inside, and it swept through the dark night sky, and then disappeared completely.

The happiest return of the elves belonged to the mountain giant Norinno, and the two did not accept Huang Heng's retention and chose to leave.

Huang Heng had no choice but to accept their opinions, and warned them to be careful of pet messengers, if they made trouble, remember to go to the side of them, and don't show their true identity in country Z.

Huang Heng didn't know how Chen Nuoyuan handled the next thing when he returned to the Changzhou Inhuman Organization Base, but Yuan An at least disappeared on the bright side.

The two high-level pet messengers who carried the Ability Slate left aboard the "Rhine" cruise ship.

Huang Heng threw aside the report on the ability tablet after reading it. This thing was not excavated from the country, and Gen-an only existed as a convoy, not something that really betrayed his own country.

The original tense situation eased in an instant, but the nervous people didn't know how to relax, so they could only get by and take turns participating in the recruitment mode while waiting for the matter of the second investigation department to be resolved before going to L City.

Huang Xin's final exam had been completed two days ago, but she had been looking forward to it in Lu Qingcheng's villa, and in desperation, Huang Heng could only leave everyone and take Huang Xin home first.

Since the start of school in March last year, Huang Heng has not returned home, and only occasionally calls his family to report his safety.

After Huang Xin got off the plane, she wrapped herself in the gray coat again. The temperature in Xizhou is much lower than that in Changzhou, and even Huang Heng, who has reformed his body, can only temporarily buy a thick winter coat in the store at the airport when facing this climate.

The two stood at the station, and Huang Heng smiled at Huang Xin and said:

"I'll see you tomorrow, remember to go back and help me say hello......"

The cold wind blew through the ends of the two people's hairs, and a thin man who looked like a layer of dry skin draped over the skeleton touched his broken hair that had been blown off by the wind, but his outstretched hand was powerless to take it back.

He looked at the young man who was strolling in, and there was a hint of relaxation on his face, and pain hit him when he relaxed.

"Ah......h

He finally let out the loudest roar with all his remaining strength, and instead slammed his skull on the ground, the sharp stones on the ground stabbed his head open, and a yellowish liquid flowed out.

"Is this the immortality you seek......

He was dressed in white with long sleeves, and his long hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Huang Heng and asked:

"What do you want?"

The white and huge screen presents each of Feng Muyin's expressions in detail. His face was no longer calm, but he said with a hint of mockery.

“……”

Huang Heng opened his mouth to stammer, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

Immediately after a pain in his fingers, Huang Xin's voice came from the side:

"Brother...... Elder brother......! ”

Huang Heng suddenly turned around, looked at Huang Xin, who was holding a box of popcorn around a white scarf and shook his head.

"You've been getting weird lately, even if we're watching 'The Mummy', you won't be scared to cry."

"Are you crying?"

Huang Heng stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, asked casually, and looked at the big screen below. The actor on the big screen was kissing the sleeping heroine, and his entire cheek was rotten when he turned his head.

This movie theater didn't know what was going on, and it suddenly released old movies when the Chinese New Year movies were lined up. Huang Heng looked at the ticket stub of "The Ghost of the Neighbor House" written in his hand and smiled coldly.

Since Le Yiyi died, this third-rate horror film has become her swan song, but the level of this swan song is a little too low, even the projectionist can't stand the sparse supporting roles, and halfway through it is replaced with an old movie.

And the scolding on the Internet has long been overwhelming.

Le Yiyi's profession as an actor is just playing tickets, so he doesn't care much about this kind of comment. Huang Heng raised his mobile phone and took a photo at the big screen and sent it to her, writing:

"Your movie has been replaced with "The Mummy", if the old-timer Wu Xin knows that you play her like this after being resurrected, I am afraid that I will be angry to death."

As soon as I took back my phone, it vibrated immediately.

Le Yiyi sent out a selfie with a sad face, writing:

"She has been resurrected, okay, and she has re-identified Xiao Forget as her son, she is watching that movie in the conference room now, I guess I won't be able to live after I come out......"

Although the tone was a little heavy, Le Yiyi sent three funny expressions out of place.

Closing the chat APP, Huang Heng lowered his head and fell asleep again.

This was the first time in half a month that he had taken the initiative to contact someone from the Second Investigation Section.

In the past half a month, there has been no recruitment mode, no pet messenger, if it weren't for the blue mouse in Huang Heng's coat pocket biting his finger, Huang Heng almost thought that he had become an ordinary person again.

After coming out of the movie theater, Huang Xin rubbed the ticket stub in her hand hatefully, threw things in the trash can in front of the waiter brother at the door, and then turned around and left angrily.

"What are you angry with him......

Huang Heng patted Huang Xin's head and said with a smile.

"I don't know what's wrong with Le Yiyi, why is he acting in this bad movie when he is a good actor, this plot can be written even by an idiot! Also, the military manager who appeared at the end was inexplicable, what was he doing with a constipated expression, why was this all a dream of his, and post-war syndrome! ”

The ending of "The Ghost of the Neighboring House" is that the military manager surnamed Xiao is being treated by a psychiatrist, and the previous fires, ghosts, and other things were all fantasized about in his childhood, but he didn't expect to be tortured by the cruelty of war and believe it to be true.

This screenwriter is to combine the roles of Su Che and Xiao Fan's weak father into one, if Su Che sees it, it is estimated that he will vomit three catties of blood, and then pull Yi Chaling to die together.

As for Yi Chaling's constipated expression, it was probably because he had just experienced the hijacking incident at that time, and the kick marks on his face had not yet dissipated, so he naturally couldn't put on a good face.

Huang Heng sent Huang Xin to the door of the community, and watched her walk in before walking slowly down the street.

Although country Z has developed rapidly in recent years, this is not reflected in a remote city like Xizhou, even if it is also a provincial capital.

The storefronts along the street haven't changed much, and Huang Heng even found a toy store he's been patronizing since elementary school. He just walked to the door and stopped, turning his head to look at the man who was following him.

He had a shallow scar on his face, and if he were an ordinary person, he would not have been able to find the scar on his face if it were not for the bright light. Huang Heng saw it clearly when he looked over.

"You're back?"

As he smiled, the scar that ran diagonally from the corner of his eye to the other cheekbone twisted.

"yes, long time no see."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the man suddenly took out a dagger in his hand and rushed towards Huang Heng.

Time stopped for a short time, and when he began to flow again, he had already entered Huang Heng's body, the back of the dagger was on Huang Heng's neck, and he gently pulled it to leave a white mark, and then asked proudly:

"How's this hand?"

His smiling face suddenly sank, and he looked down at his chest, the chest of his coat had been torn apart, and the cashmere sweater and autumn coat inside had been torn, and the bump on his chest turned from red to black in an instant in the cold wind.

He looked at Huang Heng's finger suspiciously, Huang Heng's hands drooped, and he turned his head away with a look of disgust.

The dagger in the young man's hand disappeared in an instant, and he reached out to cover his chest and walked a few steps to Huang Heng and asked:

"Why do you have it too, I thought I was the only one of us who installed the elf pet APP...... Belch...... That's what you call this software in the field. ”

He held a Huawei mobile phone in one hand, clicked on the standby cover of the Elf Pet APP and asked.

"You're stupid...... The big characters on it have been written, do you want Qingwuguo Co., Ltd. to write dialects, even if they can write, you don't know it. ”

Huang Heng shook his head at the stupid appearance of the young man, his face full of regret as if he was looking at a congenitally mentally handicapped child.

The young man was annoyed by Huang Heng's view, and angrily threw his mobile phone in his pocket, and read in pieces:

"It's been a long time since you left, and you will only come back once a year, and you said that you would stay on the border of the motherland to build the great northwest together, but there was no one left......

"By the way, isn't there any news on that matter yet?"

The young man shook his head:

"Since those people showed up four years ago, they haven't been there. In the past four years, I have searched all the corners of Xizhou, but I have not found anything. By the way, wait for me to make a phone call and ask a few people to come out and drink together......"

He took it out again and turned to leave, leaving only Huang Heng alone.

Huang Heng looked at that person and smiled slightly, this is one of his three sworn friends, the big name Wei Shichang, and the small name Ah Scoop. When I used to live in the same hospital, I heard her mother's hoarse voice before evening:

"Ah Scoop, Ah Scoop, I'm coming back, Chen Jing is coming to the house."

Chen Jing is Wei Shichang's neighbor, this kid didn't listen to other people since he was a child, only listened to Chen Jing alone. His mother has been borrowing Chen Jing's name to call Wei Shichang home for dinner.

Huang Heng didn't have much affection for that girl, just a simple acquaintance.

It's just that Chen Jing disappeared on New Year's four years ago, and it wasn't until the soaked body was found in the hydropower station in the lower reaches of the Qinghe River that Wei Shichang stayed in Xizhou and searched for the murderer.

Four years have passed, and those murderers have not been traced yet, and now it seems that even after he got the elf pet APP, there is no clue.

Wei Shichang was originally a white and pure otaku, but after four years of wind and rain, he finally became an old middle-aged, standing in front of his peers Huang Heng like his uncle.

Qingwuguo Co., Ltd. promised to give players a wish after entering the top ten, and Wei Shichang's wish didn't need to be thought about to know that it was to resurrect Chen Jing.

It's just Huang Heng's?

So far, he has not had a clear direction of effort, even if he has done so many big things in half a year, he is just following the trend and taking advantage of the situation, which is not really what he wants.

Huang Heng's mobile phone vibrated again, and when he picked it up, it was a New Year's message from Ye Tong and a few people, with a group photo attached. They are still living in Lu Qingcheng's villa with a cheeky face, even after Lu Qingcheng's mother came back from a business trip.

Huang Heng was powerless to resist these cheeky faces, so he could only send a face covering his face and crying expressions, and then called his father to report his safety, and then indifferently took the phone back.

After Wei Shichang hung up the phone, he turned his head to look at Huang Heng, and a puzzled look suddenly appeared on his face.

Huang Heng also saw Wei Shichang, who was gradually blurring, and the two couldn't move, they could only watch each other slowly disappear from front of their eyes.

At the last moment of disappearance, the mobile phones of the two suddenly rang in unison.

The passer-by listened to the vibration of the mobile phone and looked down at his mobile phone, but did not notice anything unusual, so he patted his ears suspiciously and turned away.

"Dear Pet Messenger,

This year is February 7, 201X, the second day of the first lunar month. Several countries in Asia are celebrating the New Year, so Qingwu Guo Co., Ltd. has decided to launch the Chinese New Year Gift Pack: Time Rewind Mission.

Time Rewind Quest Purpose: Nostalgia. Presumably, the pet messengers have a past that they want to go back to, and we can allow you to live in any time period you have experienced in this life for three days, and return to your original location after three days.

Note: 1. All the actions of the pet messenger in the time rewind quest will not interfere with this time and space, so please enjoy playing.

2. If two pet messengers choose the same time slot, they can form a team.

3. In the time rewind mission, there will be wild elves invading, please prepare in advance and pay attention to safety.

Qingwuguo Co., Ltd. Propaganda Department"

Huang Heng frowned and looked at the text on it, he always felt that the tone of this notice was completely different from the other times, and what the hell is the Ministry of Industry?

Suddenly, a glowing turntable appeared in the darkness, and the turntable was engraved with dense time scales. Looking at the countdown next to the turntable, Huang Heng didn't have time to think about it, so he casually raised his mobile phone and pointed at the blue partition.

The finely divided blue fan area was heavily tapped by Huang Heng's mobile phone, but until the countdown was completely zero, there was still calm around him.

"I don't have time to think about it...... I don't have time to think about your sister too much! ”

Huang Heng kicked the countdown sign to pieces with a high kick, and complained loudly, and his echo could be heard in the seemingly wide and even slim darkness.

The chronograph plate shattered like a school of glowing fish in the depths of the ocean, and the starlight wandered along the dark depths to illuminate the way ahead.

"I thought it was automatic, but it turned out to be manual, who would have thought that ......"

"It's a foot movement, okay?"

Hanwu got out of Huang Heng's pocket and complained at the right time. Huang Heng gently pressed its head with his index finger, and then walked towards the path illuminated by the debris.

Gradually moving away from the light of the turntable, the starlight slowly dimmed on the road, and after walking for a few minutes, it was already pitch black behind Huang Heng.

It was like walking on a glass floor, but it was not air that surrounded Huang Heng, but darkness.

Huang Heng suddenly remembered the psychological experiment: walking on a single-plank bridge in the dark, and under the bridge was a crocodile pond. When Huang Heng thought of this, he finally stopped, and was just about to continue shouting "Pet messenger fearless" to strengthen his courage, but he fell down in an instant.

Although Huang Heng had the feeling of falling, he was still in the dark, and he naturally couldn't determine how deep he had fallen without a reference, even if he shot out the spider silk on his wrist, he didn't pull anything.

The fall stopped, and the spider silk hung down softly and covered the top of Huang Heng's head. Huang Heng tugged at the spider silk stuck to his hair, and suddenly felt that the surroundings were gradually becoming noisy, as if the originally muted volume knob had been turned to the maximum.

On February 14, 2017X, the third day of the first lunar month, at 13 p.m., the sky was cloudy.

Huang Heng sat on the dry and cold floor tiles, and the spider silk that had been glued to the top of his head had turned into soft clay, and half of the cracked ceramic basins were placed on each side of Huang Heng's shoulders.

Huang Heng stood up from the ground, vigorously playing with his hair, and the old man next to him stepped forward in disbelief and touched his intact scalp in the name of helping Huang Heng pat the soil, and sighed and said:

"This doll's head is so hard!"

Huang Heng looked down at his clothes, which were still the same black windbreaker, and when he pulled the hem of his clothes, he could see the white ash that had just been stained when he sat on the ground.

The old man got great satisfaction from Huang Heng's thanks, and turned to look up indignantly and shouted at the half-covered window, and in the roar of the uncle and the echo of the crowd, the half-covered window was finally pushed open.

The woman poking her head out seemed to have a migraine, and she had a red headscarf wrapped around her head. Her face naturally does not have the amazing sense of Jin Lian, but it is intriguing.

Triangle eyes, garlic nose, a black mole above the wide mouth, and the Red Second Regiment were stationed on both cheeks, and the regiments on both sides were not very harmonious, apparently having entered a state of battle, leaving each other with dense craters in each other's camps.

This is no longer what a human person looks like, the uncle lives in this community, but he has never seen anyone look like this, it is estimated that she wears a headscarf when she goes out.

The uncle's righteous indignation was retracted in his chest, and he turned around and walked away in embarrassment. And the people next to him were also afraid that such a terrible scene would enter the nightmare tonight, so they couldn't help but disperse.

The woman was proud of her might, straightened her chest, which had sagged down to her stomach, and grinned her throat and spoke in a dialect-like question:

"Feel the feelings."

"Muhammad, Muhammad...... Affair ......"

Huang Heng waved his hand and left in a hurry, waiting until he couldn't feel the suppression of the woman's super S-level momentum at all, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.

This is Xizhou four years ago, and Huang Heng should still be punished by his father at home for copying texts.

There was a hint of haze in the air, quite like a broken house that had stolen a broken curtain from a rich man's house and surrounded his body.

Only two years later, the steel mill on the outskirts of Xizhou was demolished, and since then the smell of haze in the air has been filled with the smell of roasted straw, and there is no longer the fossil charm of this vintage puree.

Huang Heng didn't know how Qingwuguo built this scene, the people here seemed to be real, and even the roasted sweet potatoes that Huang Heng just bought could keep warm and satisfy his hunger.

The noise of the market sank to the bottom of Huang Heng's ears all the way to the bottom of his heart, Huang Heng threw away the sweet potato skin, and browsed the familiar and unfamiliar scenery around him with great interest.

The streets of the north are a little less delicate than those in the south, especially during the Chinese New Year, and the sound of the thick voice roaring together is enough to blow the decibel meter off.

The people on the street were carrying things in their hands, and Huang Heng, who was empty-handed, looked strange.

A man of his age was either busy listening to the teachings of his mother-in-law and aunts when he was visiting the door, or he locked himself in his room until his parents and sisters knocked on the door as if they were putting food and put the bowl at the door, then opened the door with a dull face and flicked greasy hair, glanced out with fear, picked up the bowl and put it on the desk to continue the fight against Adela.

Everyone was busy, but after glancing at Huang Heng with surprise, they continued to do their own thing, only the bloated woman behind Huang Heng was different from ordinary people.

Huang Heng kept walking forward except for a moment at the sweet potato stall, not knowing how she changed her clothes and went down the twelfth floor to follow Huang Heng along the entire road unhurriedly.

When Huang Heng turned her head, she was looking at the pendant on the stall, and the stall vendor had a disgusting look on his face. Huang Heng gave him a reassuring look. Alas, it's really not easy to come out to do business during the Chinese New Year and meet ghosts.

The woman picked up the pendant made of cheap glass beads with Nakane, and with a satisfied look on her face, she couldn't wait to put it on her wrist after buying it.

But this satisfaction only lasted for a short time, and the red thread that strung the glass beads together broke in a fit of rage as if they had been oppressed, and the glass beads bounced on the cold floor tiles and rolled down the blind path into the gutter one by one.

Huang Heng couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward and pulled the woman's bloated arm, and complained when he pulled away:

"It's really clumsy, I don't know how you survived these eighteen years......"

The woman didn't struggle, and let Huang Heng pull her into a secluded alley, and then asked with a strange smile:

"Who the hell are you? Why do you know I'm eighteen? ”

"Let go of your voice first, don't you feel cautious and panicked when you pinch your mouth like this? Also, don't play with daggers, children, be careful of hurting yourself......"

The short dagger drawn by the woman was caught between Huang Heng's two fingers, she flipped her wrist, but the dagger did not move.

It's a dead thing, and there's no movement unless it's a weapon made of the yellow tamarin of White Water.

However, the dagger seemed to hear Huang Heng's heart, and it let out a protest cry, stretching out two slender iron bars to pierce Huang Heng's fingers.

The woman was startled by the unusual movement of the weapon in her hand, and when she let go, the dagger fell to the ground, and there was already a bloodletting groove on the blade of the dagger, and the bloodletting groove suddenly moved like a fish's mouth:

"You've touched someone's ......"

"What?"

The woman asked in a shocked voice.

"Isn't this kind of old terrier funny......"

Huang Heng used the ice condensation technique to condense the two scars on his hands, and then picked up the dagger through a layer of frost-like gloves, and said in a cold voice.

The style of this dagger Huang Heng had seen, and not long after it was gone, Huang Heng shook the dagger and continued to ask:

"What about Wei Shichang?"

"What Wei Shichang, what's the matter with me?"

"That's the wild elf, then you should know the rules, although our profession will only have in four years......"

The dagger slowly bent in the wail, and when it was about to break, the woman next to Huang Heng suddenly threw her thick arm and hit Huang Heng's shoulder, Huang Heng's shoulder only hurt slightly, but she quickly deflated like a deflated balloon.

Her thin body couldn't pick up this soft skin, and if she came out of the barren mountain in the middle of the night and asked, "Do you think I look like a human?", she would at least be able to scare two big men.

"Little fox!"

Huang Heng muttered softly after the woman turned around and disappeared, and at the same time loosened his fingers slightly to return the dagger to its original state.

This is not a lot of mercy, but Huang Heng suddenly remembered that at the first scene where the girl named Chen Jing was victimized, there was indeed a blood-stained dagger, and the dagger was stolen by Wei Shichang, who had just obtained the elf pet APP.

As for the connection between the dagger in Wei Shichang's hand and the thing in front of him, Huang Heng couldn't be sure, but an inexplicable thought suddenly welled up in his heart.

The woman was like a little fox stealing chickens, and when she came out again, she had changed into a pure white down jacket.

The fine needle and thread divided the down jacket into a diamond-shaped small grid, and she pulled the placket around the corner, looking at the dagger in Huang Heng's hand, the suspicious look on her face still did not disappear.

Her real face was extremely delicate, like the finished draft of a painter with excellent aesthetics who had worked at his desk for a week, the red turban had been removed, her long hair was spread out with a hint of wetness, and some of it was carelessly put into the hood behind her.