The propaganda paper thing was just a small episode.

But Bai Su still walked around the community where he lived, as if he was patrolling the territory.

Anyway, there are no other unpleasant smells.

There were a few small supernatural beings, but he wasn't hungry at this time, so he didn't come to the door.

Bai Su, who returned to the door of his residence, once again faced the dilemma of not bringing a key.

The brunette youth was holding the box in one hand and the other hand was close to the door lock.

White floc emerges from the fingertips and burrows into the keyhole.

The first operation of the white su technique was not very skilled, but after a few attempts, he successfully opened the door with a concave key-shaped white wadd.

The room inside the door was uninhabited for several days, and a thin layer of ash had fallen on it.

The white shadow floats twice around the room

Bai Su casually placed the box of food he was carrying on the coffee table, and lay down on the sofa in the living room.

The brunette burped again.

His fingertips pressed against the corners of his forehead, his ring finger and thumb were pointed at his eyes and ears, and the thin white lines crawled in the direction of his fingers.

Compared to exploring the brains of real human beings, Bai Su is much more casual about himself.

The white thread stirred in the brain for a long time, binding the small piece that was considered a shadow and dragging it out of the scalp.

There was no blood, it was like a filling pulled out of a ball of cotton.

It was a small truncated branch, and Bai Su couldn't remember that it was the part of the Wood Buddha, maybe it was the root system, or maybe it was a section of the branch?

Plans that don't count as planned.

Bai Su naturally couldn't simulate the state in which humans had special abilities, so he had to find another way and adopt the other possibility mentioned by Qi Zhuyue.

For example, burying the supernatural parts directly into the body.

As for why you chose to bury it in your brain...... The human brain is really a delicate place, isn't it?

Staring at the shrunken broken branch for a while, Bai Su shoved it back into his head.

The position may be a bit off compared to before, but you can probably notice the change in the position of the shadow after the next shot.

But it doesn't matter, humans will make up the cause themselves.

Bai Su put the paper with his name on his face, sniffed the light fragrance on the paper, and his breath gradually lengthened.

Monsters don't dream.

He stopped his thoughts, but the time outside kept moving, the minute hand crossed round and round, the calendar turned the page, and the sky was covered with light again from darkness.

After being freed from the supernatural events, human life returned to its daily routine.

Only half recovered, to be exact.

The next day, Bai Su opened the paper covering his face, crumpled it twice and threw it into a small ball, chewed it twice, and ate it directly.

It's the same whether you keep the signed paper or not.

The human police did not contact him in the morning, only sent a message from the contact details exchanged.

Polite words aside, there is only one thing that humans want to express: they are not ready, wait two days to find him, and don't run around until then.

Bai Su replied with a fine emoji, but the human police didn't reply.

It's so slow...... Doesn't anyone in their department work the night shift at night?

The 007 work system that can empathize with the capitalists for a moment has arisen in his mind, and the monster needs very little rest time anyway.

As the sun rises, the communication devices linked to the network begin to receive messages constantly.

Bai Su first searched the Internet for the Fuzhao Temple, but there was no news related to the cult.

Although the human police at the hospital categorically characterized the incident at Fuzhao Temple as an illegal gathering of people for a cult, no news has yet come out.

I can only find the disaster news of a landslide in Kangtai Mountain, and the specific cause of the landslide is unknown, so I attach a few more eye-catching mountain and forest maps.

The lodging of trees and the crushed houses after the removal of the barrier are shocking.

Some people close to the Internet said that there was no wind and no rain that day, and the only strange thing was that the fog on the mountain was very thick, so thick that it was almost white.

But it didn't take long for the fog to clear around noon, and the landslide had already occurred under the gray sky.

The time of the disaster coincided with the date of the puja held at Fuzhao Temple, which caused heated discussions on the Internet.

This discussion is hotly discussed, and it is also discussed by Bai Su.

As an anchor, he has told fans that he wants to go to Fuzhao Temple.

Before entering the mountain gate, Bai Su suddenly remembered something.

He seems to ...... Did you say you wanted to bring souvenirs to fans? Did you also say that you want to forward the lottery?

At the moment when Fuzhao Temple is classified as a cult by the human police, he definitely can't use the red rope he bought before to draw a lottery...... Oh no, the red rope is all eaten, that's fine.

Bai Su moved his finger and followed the instructions of the human police, explaining that he did not enter the mountain on the day of the landslide, so that fans could rest assured.

This is a decision made by the special department.

I always feel that An Xiangwen is a bit miserable, and his memory has to be changed twice.

Fans breathed a sigh of relief and began to shush the cold and ask for warmth.

Bai Su looked at the constantly beating text on the screen of his mobile phone, thought for a while, and sent a message to the avatar of a yin-yang fish in the chat software.

The same is a new friend, and there is only one message that is automatically sent by the system.

Bai Su tried to send a message, and the other side automatically replied with a long list of service charges about Thousand Crane Temple.

Bai Su looked down from the top of the price list, and from the selling price, it was much cheaper than Fuzhao Temple.

It was supposed to be the time of class, but the high school student on the other side immediately replied, and he didn't return to class as soon as he saw it.

Chizuru view xx sub-view: Wow, is it Mr. Bai? Find me something!

The young man sent it for several days, and even said that he had nothing to do in the hospital at this time, and he didn't charge money for chatting.

Of course, Bai Su was not looking for someone to talk to, he skipped the high school students' self-talk, and copied a few verses of the text at the front.

Bai Su: Is there a discount for buying five copies each for this and this?

Thousand Crane View XX Points: Theoretically, there is none, but Mr. Bai's words can be there!

Bai Su: ?

Qianheguan xx sub-view: cough, anyway, about this price, what payment method to take?

There are three pictures issued by the opposite brush, one is the total price added by the calculator, and you can see that the last step of the calculation is multiplied by 0.9, and it is a 9% discount.

The last two are the collection codes, both green and blue.

Bai Su picked Zhang Lu to make money, and the high school student sent an emoji to thank him for his patronage after receiving the money.

Qianheguan xx sub-view: If you want to do something, Mr. Bai will go to the bureau later, right? How about bringing it to you then?

Bai Su has no opinion.

But he just replied with a yes, and the lively young man over there sent a few more words, which made Bai Su unbearably scratch the chat box.

The young man sent another meeting, and after finding that there was really no reply, he stopped regretfully, perhaps to harass others.

After the mobile phone stopped, Bai Su opened the contact information of Officer Xia and reminded him: Officer Xia, my luggage is still in the previous hospital.

After a while, the other side replied: I will return it to you next time.

(End of chapter)