He Lingchuan pinched his fingers and counted: "Of the six heads, I caught only two?" You're too inefficient, aren't you? "Isn't there a curfew at night?"

In fact, what he wanted to say was that Panlong City must have often released three corpse insects to patrol, and he couldn't even catch those monsters?

"They've changed the time, and they don't come out at night." Sparrowhawk said, "I don't appear in the sun, I pick cloudy days, and I am probably a little afraid of the true fire of the sun. It's not smart, and we suspect there's someone behind it. And- "

It hesitated.

"What else?" Experience has taught him that this kind of talk is often the next thing that matters.

"Commander Zhong sent the most experienced pharmacist to examine these monsters, and I was there at the time. They came to the conclusion that these monsters were still in their infancy."

"Infancy?" He Lingchuan frowned, "Are they still cubs?"

The fontanelles on the top of their heads were so large that they hadn't begun to close at all, and the medicine man judged them to be juveniles." Sparrowhawk repeated, "It's either a baby or a fetus."

"Fetus?" He Lingchuan was taken aback, "It's so difficult, it's still a fetus?"

So how terrifying can these things be when they grow up?

"That's why they're instinctively afraid of the bright light, and they only come out on cloudy days." Sparrowhawk resisted the urge to flap its wings, "Since the first monster appeared, there have not been many cloudy days." So they captured fewer monsters, it's not that they didn't work hard enough.

"That little monster, it came by itself?"

"Well, it stops and goes, as if looking for something, and finally walks up to your wall." The sparrowhawk was flying high in the air, and "I saw that it wanted to turn its head and bite you, so it came down."

"Thank you." He Lingchuan was greatly moved, and gently stroked its head.

Sparrowhawk dodged his hand disdainfully: "If you want to thank me, turn the stove on fire!"

It's freezing in this room, it's freezing to death!

"Okay, okay." He Lingchuan thought that he was indeed inconsiderate, "This is the fire."

He walked around the kitchen and found that the charcoal was gone, and the firewood was gone.

Yes, I ran out last time I entered the dream, and I haven't been bothered to replenish it.

Anyway, he is strong and strong, and he can survive by relying on his righteousness.

So what now? He Lingchuan thought for a while, picked up the only quilt and wrapped it around Sparrowhawk: "Wait, I'll borrow some charcoal, and I'll be back in a moment."

……

Leaving He Lingchuan's house, the patrol guard turned around and went further and further, and finally entered an uninhabited alley.

The walls on both sides were low, the trees were tall overhead, and a house was being renovated, with the gate open and materials piled up, but there was no one in the house.

It was cloudy, and it was time for rain later.

The patrol looked around, made sure no one was following, and slipped in.

He stood in the corner at the back of the house, lifted the straw basket, and looked parallel to the little monster in the basket.

One person, one monster, looking at each other for a few breaths.

Then, the little monster made a snapping sound, as if confiding.

The patrol guard didn't move, and after the little monster finished speaking, he even made a snapping sound!

Listen closely, the voice didn't come from his throat, but from his chest!

Then the guards put down the straw basket and tried to dump the little monster on the snow.

If you apply snow powder to it a few times, and after a while the snow melts, the stickiness of the glue will be removed, and it may be able to get out of trouble.

However, at this moment, an arrow was fired not far away, directly nailing the patrolman's arm to the wall.

He didn't even feel pain, he didn't scream, and then the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air was too late.

The patrol reached out and drew his arrow, but the next one arrived, nailing his other hand to the wall.

He finally let out an angry roar, and despite the force, he actually ripped his palm off the entire long arrow!

The arrows were still nailed to the wall, stained with blood from head to tail.

But he was still one step slower, and the third arrow hit the heart!

The patrol froze for a moment, and his head hung down, but his heart was down

There was a movement on the back of the armor, and something suddenly jumped out of it, trying to escape along the corner.

It moves so decisively and as fast as light that anyone else can only see an afterimage in the air.

Unfortunately, the fourth arrow arrived, and it shot right at once, as if it had calculated the path it would pop out in advance.

It jumped like this, as if it had come to the arrow of its own.

"Quack—" A rough scream.

Such unpretentious four arrows forced it out of its hiding place and nailed it to the wall.

Calm and easy.

Only then can I see that the heart that jumped out of the patrol was also a monster, looking like a long-legged spider, with eight legs at least three feet long, but as thin as noodles, and its body was only the size of a duck's egg, with a fierce human face hidden on its back.

When it was hit by this arrow, its eight claws scratched and scratched at the wall, but it didn't even break the skin———

Its long legs are used for delicate tasks, such as injecting venom and manipulating people's nerves to make the skin speak and act as usual, not for ***.

Apparently the patrol was inadvertently attacked by it, and then turned into a monster-inhabited skin.

It deceived He Lingchuan's trust because he wanted to save the little monster in the grass basket.

It's a pity that the yellow finch is behind.

Only then did a figure jump down from the wall, approach silently, and pull out a feather arrow, and even the arrow-carrying spider monster was stuffed into the quiver.

The little monster in the straw basket was chattering and screaming, and in addition to scolding, the little eyes seemed to be full of fear.

The figure fished out the grass basket, and disappeared into the alley in a few vertical jumps.

……

He Lingchuan jumped onto the wall.

That's right, it's the low wall between him and Sun Fuling's house. The solution he came up with was to go to a good neighbor's house and borrow some firewood.

The teachers of the Shulu School Palace, the monthly salary is so much that it can't be burned, otherwise how can it be called "salary"?

By the way, why did that little monster come here?

The moment he climbed over the wall, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly figured out where the disobedience point was

The little monster in the straw basket struggled from beginning to end, except-

Except when he was talking to the Patrolman.

Except when he handed the straw basket to the patrolman.

At these two times, the little monster was as quiet as a child.

Why?

He Lingchuan was in a daze for a few seconds, patting his head in annoyance.

There's something wrong with that patrol! But after all this time, the man did not know where he had slipped.

What was he thinking at the time, why was he gullible?

It's gone, and it's useless to think about it.

He sighed and continued to look for Chai He.

Sun Ling's small courtyard was empty, except for a chair and a ladder under the eaves. The snow on the ground melted and melted into ice, crystal clear, and slippery to step on.

This yard is cleaner than his face, but it is not popular.

It seems that Sun Lingling has not come back for several days. Hasn't she been on winter vacation recently, why hasn't she seen anyone?

There was no firewood in the yard, so He Lingchuan decided to go into the kitchen to find it, and it was a big deal to leave a note for her.

If the relationship is good, you can feel free.

He pushed the door open and walked in, and found that there was a stack of firewood in the corner of the kitchen, and there was charcoal on the side, and I don't know how long she had been saving.

He Lingchuan looked at the pyre, which was taller than a person, and secretly said that this Sun girl usually doesn't warm up at home?

Otherwise, how could Chai He save so much?

Looking at the kitchen again, there are all kinds of pots and pans, but they are so neatly arranged that there are no traces of smoke and fire anywhere, like a model room.

He Lingchuan reached out to the bottom of the stove and took a dig, there was no scorched smoke, at most there was a little ash.

Miss Sun said that she couldn't cook, and sure enough, she was not modest.

But doesn't she boil water either, and usually quenches her thirst by gnawing on snow?

Bedroom and kitchen

The door between the rooms was not closed, and He Lingchuan knew that he should not go over, but his legs did not obey.

Sun Fuling's bedroom was also spotless, with clean and flat bedding, a chair against the wall, and two books on it. He Lingchuan read it, and it was all idle books.

There was also a box on the wall, with a lock, but it was not locked.

There was also a half-plate of burnt candles on the lid.

He Lingchuan glanced at the room again, and didn't see anything unusual, so his eyes turned to the box.

Can't open it?

How many times did he see Sun Fuling go back to the house to get the medicine, but he didn't see the medicine box here, so the medicine was in the box?

What else is here?

Suddenly there was a "crunch" outside, and the courtyard door opened.

Worst.

He Lingchuan quickly walked around to the kitchen and opened the door to go out.

Then, he took a look at Sun Ling, who stepped into the courtyard.

Both of them froze.

Sun Fuling was a little surprised, blinked, and carried something in both hands.

was caught, He Lingchuan didn't have to look in the mirror to know that his face must be embarrassed with capital letters.

"Hi." His voice was empty, "You're back."

Sun Fuling looked at the courtyard wall and then at him, as if she understood something: "Something?"

"I'll ......," He Lingchuan smiled, "Borrow some firewood."

He saw that the leather bag in the other party's hand was bulging, and hurriedly stepped forward to help: "I'll help you carry it."

Sun Fuling handed him the things, then went into his kitchen, brought out a large bundle of firewood and a large bundle of charcoal, and stuffed them all into his hands, "I can't use them up, you can take them as you like."

Suddenly there was a rattle from next door.

Sun Lingling noticed, "What's that sound?"

"Bird call." He Lingchuan pouted on the ground, "Just now Sparrowhawk was fighting monsters in your yard, and he was injured, so heal at my place. It screamed cold, so it ......."

He shook the firewood in his hand.

"It's hurt?" Sun Fuling was slightly moved, the last time Sparrowhawk came to be a guest, she was also there, "I'll go over and take a look." With that, he reflexively pushed the door and went out.

Of course, He Lingchuan couldn't go back the same way, so he had to go out with her, and took two steps to open the door of his courtyard: "Please come in."

He went to the kitchen to light the fire, and when he turned around, he saw Sun Poria squatting down to inspect the sparrowhawk's injuries, and reached out to stroke its back.

The sparrowhawk not only did not hide, but closed its eyes and enjoyed it very much.

...... "Does this bird look at people's eyes, and how does Fang Cai dislike him?"

"It's pitiful, the feathers are broken, and it looks like it will take some time to go to heaven." Sun Fuling took out a small packet of jerky out of nowhere, tore it into thin strips, and fed it little by little, "I bought it at the market, it's not salty."

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