"Xiao Qiao is eating, don't be angry with them, they won't talk about it for a few days."

Jiang's mother's cautious voice came from outside the door, and Jiang Qiao turned over with the quilt covered, and didn't want to speak. After coming back from the vegetable market, Jiang's mother counted her down fiercely, saying that she didn't know how to be polite, and people just ignored anything. Jiang Qiao has a hard time arguing, if she just says that she herself, it doesn't matter, but Jiang Qiao's mother and ancestors are poked in the backbone and laughed, Jiang Qiao can't stand it.

also blame yourself, obviously Jiang Li has reminded him a long time ago, and he is still nosy, and now he has made this situation.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Jiang's mother's voice: "Daxin, it's you, you're here." ”

Mao Daxin's refreshing voice came: "Jiang Qiao, why can't you answer the phone." ”

Mother Jiang glanced at the closed door and whispered what happened in the vegetable market today, Mao Daxin smiled: "This is simple, wrap it up on me." ”

Bang bang bang~

Jiang Qiao covered her head irritably, but the annoying knocking sound could still reach her ears, Jiang Qiao sat up helplessly and opened the door resignedly, she was defeated by Mao Daxin's perseverance. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Mao Daxin standing at the door with a smile, his right hand still raised in mid-air, and he and Jiang Qiao had the posture of carrying it to the end.

Jiang Qiao pursed his lips and said, "Why are you here?" She sat on the couch and turned on the TV, holding the pillow in her arms.

Mao Daxin was not annoyed, and sat on the sofa with a smile: "Let's go on a trip." ”

"Huh?" Jiang Qiao turned his head in surprise.

"Go on a trip, take a break, by the way..." Mao Daxin said unhurriedly.

"Don't go, do you want me to avoid those eight women in the vegetable market, hmph, I won't go, I'm going to go to the vegetable market every day to buy vegetables, I'm angry, don't say I'm not really mentally ill, even if I do, I don't care what they do, they speak so badly... Jiang Qiao interrupted Mao Daxin's words and pinned his head to the side.

"You listen to me, okay. That's the case, the Qi Ming you mentioned before is the soul painter in your room, I found out that he was also an orphanage when he was a child, although his orphanage is different from Jiang Li, but I suspect that it is actually the same orphanage. Mao Daxin said patiently.

"You doubt? What is there to doubt about this, just ask Jiang Li, although he doesn't have the memory before he was ten years old, he should have an impression of the orphanage? Jiang Qiao wondered.

"This still needs you to say, you are stupid to me, Jiang Li can't even remember anything in the orphanage, even Team Liu doesn't know very well, but he remembers a little bit of the fragment and Qi Ming's orphanage is very similar, so I want to set off tomorrow to go to that place to have a look, maybe Jiang Li will have some impressions when he arrives." Mao Daxin said: "After all, the only thing they have in common is that they have been in an orphanage since they were children. ”

"Is it such a coincidence?!" Jiang Qiao was a little itchy by what Mao Daxin said, and secretly glanced at Jiang's mother who was sitting at the dining table with Cha Cha in her arms.

Mother Jiang seemed to sense her eyes, and hurriedly said, "You go, go, go out for a walk." ”

Jiang Qiao remembered the painting he had in the hospital ward, and after he came back yesterday, he didn't have time to talk to Mao Daxin and Jiang Li, so he went to Jiang Li's place with Mao Daxin, found a pen, and tried his best to depict the painting completely with his memory.

"This... What the hell is this, it's a mess. Mao Daxin took Jiang Qiao's painting with a disgusted expression: "Did you take art class when you were a child, why is your level so poor?" ”

"You're not at the same level, I just follow his paintings, but I don't understand what he paints?" Jiang Qiao snatched back his painting, handed it to Jiang Li, and said, "Look at it, can you tell what this painting is?" ”

"Daxin, do you remember when you went to ask what Qi Ming said when he was crazy?" Jiang Li looked at the painting and said.

"The dead are back, and the red devil is still ... You say this is a red devil? Mao Daxin suddenly realized, put his head in front of the painting, and looked at it carefully.

"I guess it's possible, this painting is a bit like the apocalypse in ancient mythology." Jiang Li said.

"Apocalypse?" Jiang Qiao and Mao Daxin spoke in unison.

"This is recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the Apocalypse is a race, and the people in that country feed on red soil and will come back from the dead." Jiang Li said: "But this is just a legend, no one has really seen the Apocalypse, and they can't be sure if Qi Ming painted him, but... ”

"But what?" Jiang Qiao asked.

"However, I have been looking through the information in the past few days, and I have seen an introduction to the Apocalypse in an ancient book, which is more detailed than in the Book of Mountains and Seas, which says that the resurrected Apocalypse will be red all over, like a phoenix reborn from the fire, and reshape a new body." Jiang Li said.

"Reshaping a whole new body?" Jiang Qiao suddenly thought of the painting that would move in her pupils, and she retold the scene she saw.

"You mean the little man has eyes and limbs? Is it really reborn from the ashes? Mao Daxin looked excited: "Is it really related to the ancient Apocalypse?" ”

"I think this possibility is very small, the things in the Classic of Mountains and Seas are originally made up, not to mention that even if there is such a person, it will be extinct, you think, the dragon and the phoenix are gone, let alone the apocalypse. If it was really so powerful, he would have been the king a long time ago, how could it exist in legends. ”

Although Jiang Qiao also thought about it, he always felt that Jiang Li's statement was not very reliable, but he also agreed that maybe he went to Qi Ming's orphanage, and this matter would make progress. The three of them discussed the matter of going on the road tomorrow, and then went home.

It's just that they didn't notice that above the window of Jiang Li's house, there was a small puppet made of cloth, lying there unconsciously listening to them, and the best thing was that the puppet did not trigger the enchantment alarm under Jiang Li's cloth. After listening to their words, the little puppet deftly tumbled down, sat on a small bird also made of flower cloth, and flew into the distance.

The next morning, Mao Daxin called Ah Moon as usual, and waited for Jiang Qiao and Jiang Li at the gate of the community.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was also relaxed and pleasant, Ah Moon asked about Jiang Qiao's affairs in the mental hospital, Jiang Li and Mao Daxin peeked at Jiang Qiao's expression at the same time, in fact, they were too worried, Ah Moon's question did not trigger Jiang Qiao's reverse scales. The two breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and Ah Moon unknowingly pestered Jiang Qiao and asked, "Have you talked to many patients in it, and what is the difference between them and us?" ”

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