Nights that don't make you fall asleep always seem extraordinarily long.

In the following period, Zhuang Yuan asked Jiang Sheng many questions.

For example, what kind of existence is the Psionic Administration?

For example, what special abilities do psionics have?

For example, what is the purpose of the strange synergy to cultivate resentful spirits?

For the answers to these questions, Jiang Sheng himself is mostly ignorant.

Therefore, I can only give some vague and unclear answers.

At last.

The girl must have finally mustered up the courage to ask the black cat about her mother.

"My mother, what the hell was she killed for?"

On the fluorescent flickering mobile phone screen, such a line of small words gradually popped up.

In this regard, Jiang Sheng pondered for a few minutes before hesitating and said slowly.

"She, taken as a sacrifice, offered her tongue to you."

As a result of the previous decision, the black cat did not deceive the girl again.

Instead, he told the truth in as tactful tone as possible.

But even so, Zhuang Kite still fell into a long trance.

The night was still long.

Now, however, even a few casual conversations have disappeared.

The moonlight passed alone through the sky.

Who knows, the brilliant neon lights in the city.

Sometimes, perhaps, it will also make it feel dispensable.

Early the next morning, Yang Momo ran downstairs to Zhuang Yuan's house to deliver food to Jiang Sheng and the girl.

At school, all three of them have taken leave.

So now, I don't have to go to class for the time being.

However, when he saw Yang Momo, Zhuang Yuan still looked a little cramped.

After all, yesterday, Jiang Sheng turned into a cat and came over.

As for Yang Momo, there is no doubt that he does not have this strange ability.

As a result, the atmosphere naturally became a lot more awkward.

"Speaking of which, silently, are you also a youkai?"

In the process of receiving Yang silently into the house.

Zhuang Kite asked a question with his mobile phone.

"yes."

The black cat, who was squatting on the cabinet, saw this novel idea and immediately replied one step ahead.

"She's a canine demon, a motley dog."

"God fucking motley dogs."

Unceremoniously, he put a palm on Jiang Sheng's head.

Yang silently rubbed the black cat's ears, and at the same time attracted a burst of envy from Zhuang Kite.

"I'm human, the real thing."

Facing the mute girl to reintroduce herself, the girl put down the lunch box in her hand, "And after that, I will also be your psychic teacher, who will be responsible for teaching you about spirituality."

"Spirituality?"

Zhuang Yuan was stunned for a moment.

"That's right."

Yang smiled silently and patted the girl's shoulder.

"Anyway, let's eat together now, and I'll take you to our office after dinner."

Wait to get there.

All kinds of documents can probably make Zhuang Kite realize everything.

The "vacation" of Jiang Sheng and the three lasted until four days later, that is, another weekend.

"It's wrong, it's wrong."

In the bubble tea shop next to the school, Lin Yan and Xi Siyu met here.

In between waiting for someone, her mouth kept muttering, some strange things that others couldn't understand.

That.

When Xi Siyu arrived at the store, he directly noticed the abnormality of his friend.

"What's wrong, Yanyu, are you okay?"

"Ah, Xiaoyu, you're here."

Lin Yanhe, who was taken aback, came back to his senses and reached out to hold his companion's thumb.

"I'm fine, what I said is wrong, it's about that Jiang Sheng."

"Oh, he."

Xi Siyu, who knew Lin Yan and was investigating Jiang Sheng, sighed.

Then he ordered a cup of bubble tea and sat down to persuade him.

"Yanhe, why do you bother like this, everyone is a classmate."

"I know, but that Jiang Sheng, he's really abnormal."

Lin Yanhe said, and couldn't help but put her other hand between Xi Siyu's palm.

"Xiaoyu, you're in a different class, so you probably don't know about it. However, in the two siblings Jiang Sheng and Yang Momo, there are really too many doubts."

I don't know.

Helplessly, I rolled my eyes in my heart.

However, from the verbal point of view, Xi Siyu still asked quite cooperatively.

"For example?"

"For example, Jiang Sheng's albinism. Normal people with albinism should be very afraid of light. However, Jiang Sheng, he is not afraid of light at all, not even ultraviolet rays."

Lin Yanhe took a deep breath.

It's like I'm ready to tell you everything I've investigated in these days.

"No matter where he is, he behaves like any other person. You must know that albinism, as a genetic disease, will definitely not improve so significantly even if it improves.

Including before, there was a gangster in Class 4 who looked at Jiang Sheng unpleasantly. I took a UV lamp and wanted to shine on his face. Who knows, Jiang Sheng is completely unaffected by it, and he can even continue to chat with others."

"Uh, what does that mean, he's a special case?"

Xi Siyu, who couldn't reveal the truth, had to pretend to be confused.

"It's also possible that he's not sick at all."

Lin Yanhe, who had not yet realized this, continued to analyze.

"Also, it's the same gangster, he once let out a word to teach Jiang Sheng a lesson. Then the next day, he and his three friends were blocked in the alley outside the school by Yang Momo and cried."

"And this?"

The corners of Xi Siyu's mouth twitched, but he didn't know why.

"I didn't take it seriously at first."

Lin Yanhe ate dessert with a serious face.

"But after investigating, I found out that Yang Momo didn't just beat four people. She almost taught all the bad groups in the school a lesson, still without anyone knowing. Now those restless students meet people who have a relationship with her, and they all hide away. Don't you think there's a problem with this kind of light plot happening in reality?"

"Uh, maybe someone else has practiced martial arts?"

Xi Siyu smiled bitterly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"And how do you explain this?"

Saying that, Lin Yanhe finally took out the most weighty clue in his hand.

A post with a high number of reprints.

"Last week, Yang Momo and Jiang Sheng just changed schools. On the forum where I was hanging, there was a post called Human-faced Dog. This week, Yang Momo and Jiang Sheng just took leave. The user who should have been missing for many days actually came back and posted a new post, and even used virtual data to do a drain. Xiaoyu, think about it carefully, what does this distribution of time represent?"

"Shroud, old man?"

Xi Siyu looked at the title of the post, and the air around him seemed to be a little chilly.