Shifang Baiye is about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he is probably also a school student.

Thinking that Sifan, as the leader of the group, was only about sixteen years old, it was not surprising that Shifang Baiye was so young.

This kid was brainwashed by Si Fan a lot, it is estimated that it is Si Fan's set, he believes it all, and at first glance it is the kind of person who will be very happy if he plays a game and meets a player in the same city.

"I'm from Rongcheng, and you're from Rongcheng too? What a coincidence! ”

“……”

Jiang Zhou looked at you quietly with an embarrassed expression, all of them are in the group of psychics in the same city, and it is too coincidental for you to tell me that they are all from Rongcheng.

"Don't you even have to go to class?" Jiang Zhou asked casually.

"Well...... Of course, it is more important to maintain world peace than personal studies! Shifang Baiye said.

Jiang Zhou: "......"

Awkward +2.

"Wow, this is the folding stool of the Jiang senior, although it looks dilapidated and has a little broken skin on the surface, but the ordinary appearance still can't hide its edge, and it looks like it is from the master's hand."

Jiang Zhou looked at the folding stool he bought from the second-hand market: "......"

Awkward +3.

He figured out that this was a teenager who was already unsociable, and he tried to act like he was good at chatting.

"What the hell are you looking for me for?"

"Uh......" Shifang Baiye also seemed to feel that he couldn't talk anymore, "Actually, I took a task in the sub-bureau, and I came to invite Senior Jiang to go with you." If it is completed, there will be a reward, and when the time comes, the reward will be given to Senior Jiang, I just accumulate some experience and performance. ”

"Reward?" Jiang Zhou's eyes lit up, but he asked seemingly casually, "How much?" ”

"Well, it's not money, it's reward channeling materials."

"What is a psychic material?" Jiang Zhou raised his eyebrows.

Shifang Baiye was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Jiang Zhou to ask this question, but still explained: "It is the things that are left behind to carry their obsessions after the ghosts die, and they can be refined into magic weapons, talismans, or used to boil medicine for psychics with refining ability." ”

"Huh?" Jiang Zhou was stunned when he heard it, isn't that just resentment? In other words, the bandages left behind by the ghost after his death were also good things for Sifan and Chi Zhongyue?

At that time, he thought it was useless to others, so he took it away, and didn't ask Sifan and Chi Zhongyue, now that he thinks about it, Sifan and Chi Zhongyue must have seen it, but he just felt that he was the main C, and he should give it to himself.

Having said that, Jiang Zhou still has a feeling of taking advantage of the little girl, how can I say that this thing also scores a little bit of two girls, at least the two little paper figures can tear them up...... A small slice?

Whether it is upgrading the Underworld Flower Field or raising ghosts, Jiang Zhou needs to be resentful, and compared to knocking on the bowl at the crossroads, Jiang Zhou feels that it is not bad to follow the psychic to take on the task.

"What's the mission?" Jiang Zhou asked.

Shifang Baiye didn't expect Jiang Zhou to be really interested, and suddenly showed a hint of joy.

……

"Smack! Smack! ”

A small pebble was kicked and rolled out, about three or four meters away, and was kicked up by a small foot wearing shabby sneakers, and the small pebble rolled like this, starting from the gate of Xinyue Primary School and rolling all the way to the Happy Home Community.

It's an old-fashioned open neighborhood with no doormen and random entry and exit.

The worn-out sneakers walk on the mossy cement slab road, still kicking the stones, the action is repeated mechanically, and the spacing of each step is regular, three long and one short, so that it can accurately step on the grid of the cement slab every time, without stepping on the line.

It wasn't until he walked in front of an old unit building that the little foot reluctantly left the stones that had been carried for two or three miles, and went up the steps step by step.

On the fourth floor, room 402, the rusty fence and the yellow-painted wooden door make people feel like they have traveled back in time.

A little boy with a canvas bag on his back took out the key hanging around his neck from his collar and opened the door on two floors.

The lighting at home is not good, always gives people a sense of yin and shade, the ground is paved with old terrazzo slabs, because of the sloppy construction when laying, the gaps between the terrazzo slabs are not tight, after accumulating a lot of dust, it forms a tic-tac-toe black line, giving people an inexplicable feeling of depression.

"Mom, I'm back."

The little boy placed his canvas satchel on the old dark brown sofa, and he glanced at the kitchen, where the door was closed, but the top half was lattice glass, and through the glass, a middle-aged woman with a slightly chubby figure could still be seen, wearing an apron, preparing dinner.

There is no range hood in the kitchen, and there is an exhaust fan at the top of the window, because there is no man in the house, and it cannot be dismantled and washed.

The little boy saw the middle-aged woman beating his waist from time to time, and he knew that his mother used to set up a small stall to sell rice cakes, and his waist was tired when he made rice cakes, and his back hurt when the weather was cloudy.

The house is dark and damp, and my mother always has to beat her waist when she cooks for a long time.

"When I make money in the future, I will change to a big house, and I can turn on the air conditioner to dehumidify, so that my mother's waist will not hurt so much."

The little boy thought like this, and although he knew that the kitchen door was closed and his mother couldn't hear him, he still said, "Mom, cook less, just heat the rest of the noon, I'm not hungry." ”

Mom cooks every day and is so tired.

The little boy glanced at the balcony, where the laundry had been washed.

Every day when he goes home, the first thing he does is to dry his clothes, there is actually a washing machine at home, but his mother said that it is too water-intensive and cannot be cleaned, so he never uses it.

Although the house was old everywhere, even the walls were peeled, the little boy's clothes were always clean.

After drying his clothes, the little boy was not in a hurry to do his homework, but washed his hands and boiled a pot of water, and he wanted to warm his mother's waist for a while.

Every day, my mother would cook the meal on time at six o'clock, and then she would eat and finish her homework, that is, after seven o'clock.

The family didn't have the money to open cable TV, and they couldn't watch cartoons, so the little boy would press his mother's waist, do housework, and go to bed at eight o'clock.

The little boy's life has always been so precise, just like he walks.

But today, it seemed destined to be different, and when the little boy finished drying his clothes, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock!"

"Who?"

The little boy was stunned for a moment, since his father died, the little boy's family rarely visited, so he lived with his mother.

The little boy wiped his hands and went to open the door.

With the sound of "squeak-", the door opened, and outside the door, stood two young people, two people of similar stature, one was dressed casually, sportswear, jeans, and he was looking left and right at the environment in the building.

The other boy, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, was neatly dressed and carrying a box in his hand, and when he saw the little boy, he showed a smile that he thought was friendly, and the row of white and neat teeth was really eye-catching.

"Excuse me, is it Lin Junjun's child?"

……