A woman asked me to stay and make a record, Ding Ling glanced at her, and the woman retreated.

"Where are you going?" Grabbed me, Ding Ling said.

"Go home and take a shower." Smell the strange smell on your body, I say.

"And what about them?" Ding Ling said, even more worried, I thought about it, and said to everyone without looking back: "By the way, if you want to catch the white eyebrows, just do your best, if I am not mistaken, he is on the roof of the abandoned building where two zombies were found." There's an altar there, and two Dharma protectors, hurry up, he'll run away a little later." ”

"Is it the abandoned building of the cement factory?" As soon as I heard this, the main person in charge took off his sunglasses and said to me with a look of excitement.

"Yes." I agreed, I dragged my tired body home to sleep, Ding Ling put her arm around me and came out with me, but after three steps and a turn, I seemed to be very worried about them, seeing her like this, I was very conscious and let her go to work and then went out of the police station to sleep by myself.

There was nothing wrong with those dark spots, I soaked in the bathtub and rubbed it twice, but it was the sudden redness, swelling and pain of the runes that made me feel uncomfortable, and with the help of the ghosts, I applied some ointment to clear away heat and fire on several wounds, which gradually improved.

In the early morning of the same day, the sky was bright, Ding Ling dragged her tired body into the quilt, I dragged the Nizi who couldn't open her eyes out and asked her how she was, Ding Ling lay on me softly, humming and chirping for a long time but only spit out two words; Ran.

I asked her if I was looking for the wrong place as I said, but Ding Ling shook her head and said no, she said that when the people from Group Y arrived, they did see the white eyebrows on the roof, but when they rushed up, the person disappeared out of thin air. The futon offering table on the ground and the Dharma utensils were all placed there, the candles were not extinguished, and the sandalwood was not burned, except for the white-eyed old Tao who often sat in a wheelchair, as if it had evaporated in the atmosphere!

Hehe.

As soon as I heard this, I was a lot relieved, and it was indeed a bit difficult to let a group of people who were suspicious of the Dao and Fa supernatural powers arrest an old man with strong mana, and it was a blessing that they had no casualties.

However, the energy of Group Y is still quite amazing, although the white eyebrows were let go, but the next few large-scale carpet searches still made those people tremble for a while, after this incident, Mao Xianfang did run away, an undercover agent of the customs saw him drag his family on the boat, as for the whereabouts, the person is not very clear, however, from the dock, it seems that he either went to Japan and South Korea or went to Southeast Asia.

The relevant departments are negotiating to see if they can get these neighbors to hand over people, but judging from Mao Xianfang's connections and financial resources, it is unlikely that they will do something that is waiting to be killed. Moreover, according to Ding Ling's own words, Mao Xianfang has a good relationship with several big drug lords in Southeast Asia, and in some places where they don't care, those drug lords even have their own armies and government forces to fight against each other, and if he really escapes to the kind of place where anyone thinks of it will have a headache, this matter will be over.

However, I don't care much about the rest of the matter, how to convict him, how to arrest him, and which major crimes he is involved in, this is all within the overall scope of the people in Group Y, and I, the "special adviser" of Group X, can't control so much.

To put it bluntly, I am an outsider with no establishment and no name, thinking of this, I pouted, hugged the sleeping Ding Ling and kissed him and immediately turned off the lights.

The next morning, I woke up early in the morning, and I rarely had time to cook by myself, and when I came back from the morning market, I steamed a lot of xiaolongbao and cooked the ghost's favorite porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork.

After this period of running-in, the ghost has forgiven me, often running around the house with her child in her arms and posing happy, in fact, this Nizi is less than twenty years old, and she stays in the iron building all the year round and does not go out and makes her very simple, she is the kind of person who will immediately take it on her face when she is in a bad mood, and she will become very happy if she occasionally praises her.

When cooking, this little girl will always come over happily, although this girl can't do anything except add to the chaos, but when she holds the dough and makes a strange and ugly little animal, I am still amused by her.

Maybe from the moment the ghost took off his mask and stared at me, before I knew it, I had already regarded this little girl who stayed in my house as my own sister.

In fact, the ghost is very beautiful, and in some places it may be more perfect than Ding Ling, but unlike Ding Ling, I have never had any substantial thoughts about this little girl, although sometimes it will be mysteriously mysterious, but I always feel that the relationship between us is more appropriate to describe with family affection.

However, Ding Ling is different.

I fell deeply in love with this sometimes brutal and sometimes cute female devil, whether it was physical, or mental, this girl was enough to attract me, and, after such a long time together, the feelings of the two people continued to deepen, sometimes, that indescribable tacit understanding feels like innate, in short, with this girl by my side, my muddy little days are also a little brighter.

After cutting a little tofu, boiling a little potato, and making a few cold side dishes, I had to admire myself for coming out of the kitchen with a plate.

The ghosts had been waiting impatiently around the table, especially the little one, who was standing on the edge of the table, and was anxious to pick at the edge of the table with its little whirring paws. With a pair of big watery eyes and a big tail wagging around behind him, he was curious about what I would serve before every meal, but this picky eater was only interested in things like omelettes, ham, cakes and juices, and as for buns, it depended on the filling.

Breaking open a bun and passing it over, it craned its neck and sniffed, and when it saw that there was no meat there, the little one spun around in his chair with a look of disgust, and then ran away with his omelette in his mouth.

"Don't get it on the sheets!" shouted in the direction of the ghost room, I smiled and shook my head, only to find out that Ding Ling's little lazy worm hadn't gotten up yet, I put down the dishes and chopsticks, walked into the bedroom, opened the curtains and saw the girl huddled up in a ball and sleeping.

It seems that last night, she stayed up late with those people last night, her eyes were closed, her brows were slightly locked, her long hair was sticking to her mouth, and her whole person was shriveled.