"What?" Chen Qingqiu exclaimed in surprise, "Wu Beihong and Lu Yu, is it a homosexual relationship?" ”

Chen Zidan nodded, and the information sent from the police station was exactly what it showed.

Most of the demon hunters have been on the fringes of society, and they don't understand many of the attitudes of mainstream Chinese society. Chen Qingqiu was surprised, of course she knew how much criticism she would suffer for a native of China to admit that she was gay.

"Then why did Wu Beihong commit suicide?"

"Depression."

The black-and-white photos of Wu Beihong and Lu Yu are attached to the back of the document, Lu Yu looks a little handsome, with cold eyes, while Wu Beihong is smiling, no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like a depressed person.

Shu Fei closed the information and said loudly:

"Now is not the time to sigh, nor is it the time to look at other people's love history, what needs to be clarified is...... Land Domain, why was he killed there? Where are we going to find that monster again! ”

Shu Lin let out a wail and plunged his head into the pile of books—this was the book that Chen Qingqiu had just picked out from the Star Picking Pavilion that might be useful.

The cold wind outside could not blow in, and through the glass, only the leaves of the camphor tree could be faintly seen shaking. Chen Qingqiu opened a copy of "Beast and Monster Illustrated Book", and there was a singing voice outside:

"There are vines and grasses in the wild, there is zero dew, there is a beautiful person, clear and graceful-"

Hoarse, slow, plaintive.

Chen Qingqiu thought about the two black and white photos, and his heart was sour.

"Aunt Shu, what is this song?"

"It's Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang is singing his song. He sensed that someone was grieving. ”

Shu Fei's gentle eyes looked at Chen Qingqiu, touched her head with his hand, and comforted:

"Demon Hunters aren't omnipotent, and sometimes, there's very little we can do."

……

Chen Qingqiu listened to Lao Zhang's songs all afternoon, one was better than a sorrow, like the rain in autumn, falling on her heart. No matter what, I can't turn the book in my hand anymore.

The book happened to draw a unicorn with antlers on its head, covered in scales, and an oxtail flicking lazily.

This book also classified the divine beast unicorn into the demon beast, Chen Qingqiu pursed his lips, closed the book, said that he was going out for a walk, and took Ah Fu outside.

Shu Lin had already slept soundly on the page, but Shu Fei was so serious that he didn't even listen to Chen Qingqiu's words, but Chen Zidan told her. Chen Qingqiu responded in a mess, hugged Ah Fu in a mess, and ran to the dilapidated small park.

Without the protection of the big camphor tree, the wind in winter was blowing, almost scraping Chen Qingqiu's face. She didn't want to go to the special place anymore, away from the meaningful singing, her mind finally cleared up, and even Ah Fu was running down with four short legs.

Because the nights are cold, the park is old, and there are not many people inside. Chen Qingqiu followed Ah Fu a few laps like this, and his mind cleared up a lot.

"Let's go, Ah Fu, come with me somewhere."

Ah Fu stopped, opened his mouth at night, and exhaled a stream of heat, and there seemed to be a little doubt in his dark eyes.

Chen Qingqiu's heart was blocked with a lot of emotions, and he simply stopped thinking about them. Holding Ah Fu and running to the bus stop, on the bus, Chen Qingqiu watched the lights fly by outside, and touched Ah Fu who was struggling:

"Just stay with me for once."

Ah Fu's eyes rolled, looking at Chen Qingqiu's calm face, and he stretched out his tongue and licked her cold fingers.