"Wait a minute!"

I stopped the poet, and although he was surprised, he finally stopped.

"As long as he can turn back, will he be able to save his life?"

"Yes."

After getting the answer, I took out my mobile phone, clicked on the photo album, pulled up a photo, ran to Guan Chuan, handed him the mobile phone screen, and said anxiously: "Look, I found her!" ”

Guan Chuan, stopped struggling, looked at the photo on my phone steadily, I saw hope, and was about to continue, Guan Chuan suddenly exerted his strength and pounced on me, that terrible face almost touched my face, and the big mouth bit at me.

It was so fast that I couldn't react, I could only scream and close my eyes.

The pain didn't hit, and I opened my eyes to see that Guan Chuan had been pulled back by the twins in time, and was roaring and waving his claws at me.

I clutched the clothes on my chest in fear: "He, he ......"

"He's in the midst of a mutation, and he can't listen to what you say like this."

"What then? Is there a way you can get him to his senses? ”

"Yes," he said surprisingly, "but it won't be long, and if you want to do anything, do it as soon as possible." ”

I looked at him in astonishment, if he hadn't been the same dead look that looked down on the world, I would have wondered if he had been dropped.

Perhaps, he didn't want to watch a spirit disappear into the world.

He didn't care what I thought of him, there was a handprint on the fingers of both hands, among which the index finger and middle finger of the right hand were together, and the wrist turned, like a trick, and the index finger and middle finger were sandwiched with a charm, which looked a little different from what the lewd man gave me that day.

As soon as his hand moved, the rune paper spontaneously combusted, and as soon as Qiu Shishi's wrist was forced, the burning rune paper flew into Guan Chuan's mouth, and he swallowed it.

Guan Chuan yelled, but slowly, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he gradually stopped struggling.

"Hurry up, rub something." The poet still wore the mudra and scolded in a low voice.

I hurriedly held up the phone again and showed the photo to Guan Chuan: "You asked me to find her, right, I found it, your daughter's name is Orange Orange, right?" ”

The photo shows a three-year-old child snuggled in the arms of an elderly woman, and the smile on her face confirms that she is happy.

"Orange Orange ......" his hollow voice muttered, as if remembering something, and after staring at the picture for a while with completely white eyes, a little black pupil appeared.

When I saw this, I hurriedly said:

"She is now in her grandmother's house, her grandmother loves her very much, and her uncle also takes care of her as if she were her own daughter, that woman still has a little conscience, and will send them living expenses every month, you have to believe that she will grow up safely."

I almost exaggerated what I knew in one breath, and then raised my left hand: "I swear what I said is true, I saw it in the police station file about you, it's true!" ”

"She, okay?"

Guan Chuan's hideous face gradually calmed down, and his voice was gentle, with expectation and gentleness.

For fear that he wouldn't believe it, I nodded vigorously, taking advantage of his current consciousness, to tentatively explain him: "You, go back to where you should go, your daughter is fine now, if you continue to do evil, you will be punished for her in the future." ”

He cares about his daughter very much, and I deliberately used his daughter as an example, although the rhetoric is very old-fashioned.

The thick black fog dissipated little by little, Guan Chuan's figure regained clarity, the cracks on his head closed, and he became his original appearance, an ordinary man.

His gaze moved from the photo to my face, and I was a little nervous by him, not knowing if what I had done had any effect.