Chapter 334: Your Name

This is the most common action that Shi Que did when he was with Li Yuan in the memory picture that he still retained. Because every time he does this, Li Yuan will be especially happy.

"Oh, wasn't it murderous before? How did you become a monster? "It's rare for a sparrow to be a little out of line.

After all, if he was beaten with a real knife or a real gun, it would be over if he was beaten. But it's this kind of plea.

It seemed that Shi Que was shaken, and the young man had the courage to grab the corner of Shi Que's clothes and take him to the painting. Then he took out a new paint pan and pointed with his finger at the smallest grid, which meant that there was really only a small bit.

Obviously, this strange story was actually to complete the painting and live in accordance with Li Yuan's instructions for the past two hundred years. So helping him finish the painting should be the containment condition for this strange story.

But his paint is made by people.

It's unusually simple, but it's not so easy to contain.

However, if only white is missing, Shi Que pondered the possibility of non-forced containment in his heart.

"Strange Tale Gossip Weekly" appeared, and the gold-worshipping clown came from the opposite side with a warning voice: "If you dare, I will beat you!" ”

At the same time, a soft magnetic field wrapped the Sparrow tightly in it, and then pulled him away from the strange talk.

It's a god.

The gods have been paying attention to Shi Que, and naturally they have also sensed the change in Shi Que's mind.

It's also now learned and sold.,Before, Shi Que didn't want the gods to sing.,So I covered his mouth.。 And the god didn't want Shi Que to hurt himself by containing this strange talk now, so he blocked Shi Que's eyes. lest the sparrow see that strange talk and feel pitiful.

For the differentiator, the magnetic field is the most representative of the differentiator himself, so when a differentiator completely envelops another differentiator with a magnetic field, it is the same as a direct hug.

It was clear that he made such an intimate gesture, but the hug of the gods gave people a very childish feeling.

Not only does it not feel domineering, but it even seems to be coquettish. Plus a money-worshipping clown who I don't care, you think of another way, dare to do this, and we will die together.

Shi Que couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help but say, "Are we all years old?" ”

The gold-worshipping clown understood what Shi Que meant, and added in passing, "Counting that piece of dumplings and 100 million, it is at most a kindergarten class." Anyway, hurry up, give you another minute, this place really can't stay! ”

Shi Que sighed, "Okay, please come over first." ”

Then, Shi Que said to the gods, "Let me go, I have a way." ”

The god was a little hesitant, the magnetic field constantly exuded the emotion of thinking, and he seemed to be secretly communicating something with the money-worshipping clown in the process of thinking, and then he gently touched Shi Que's arm, and finally let go of the restriction on Shi Que.

The injury on Shi Que's left arm recovered instantly, so it was really a treatment position!

Shi Que was in a good mood, so he took the initiative to walk up to the strange talk, patted him on the shoulder and asked him, "As long as it's a part of my body, anything can be made into paint, right?" ”

Strange talk nodded, looking at Shi Que's eyes with more expectation.

Shi Que: "Take out the utility knife you used to pick up the color." ”

Strange talk's empty eyes lit up instantly, and he immediately ran to the shelf in the room and took a brand-new utility knife from it, which had not been disassembled.

Then he stood in front of Shi Que and stretched out his hand holding the utility knife in front of Shi Que.

That means let Shi Que come by himself.

"I, obedient."

Shi Que held Ta's wrist, and the utility knife was far sharper than Shi Que thought.

"Strange Tale Gossip Weekly" opened, and the money-worshipping clown turned out of his page, frowned when he saw this scene, and the giant sickle was also held in his hand.

Even the magnetic field of the gods has been surrounding Shi Que's side, obviously making a plan, if Shi Que hurts himself, he will control him.

However, Shi Que directly used a utility knife to cut off the excessively long hair on the back of his neck.

I haven't trimmed it in a while, and the ends of my hair are so long that they almost fall to my shoulders. Originally, the finch planned to go back and cut her hair after this time was over, which happened to be by the way.

The advantage of super memory is that even if Shi Que himself is not a professional barber and does not hold scissors for cutting hair, he can still trim his hair to the most suitable shape in his memory one by one.

And as the trimmed hair fell, the strange talk was placed in the paint box by the window, and the white paint was gradually filled.

"White!" The young man's tone was rarely excited, and he didn't even care about anything else, but went directly to the easel, and carefully picked up the white paint box.

The brush reappeared in Ta's hand, and on the canvas, the man's temples gradually became frosty white, and the man's originally slightly hollow eyes gradually became flexible under the embellishment of highlights.

Gentle and inclusive gaze, as in the past. And the sunlight behind them is just the right amount of warmth.

It's like Li Yuan's love for Ah Yan has always stayed in this palace, even if it has been precipitated into the long river of years, it has never disappeared.

The young man knelt in front of the drawing board and carefully pasted his face, as if it coincided with Ah Yan on the picture, who was waiting for Li Yuan to touch his head with his head down.

And at this moment, Li Yuan's hand in the painting seems to be really pressed on the young man's head. Through a canvas, he finally felt his father's presence again.

Even if it was two hundred years of waiting.

The young man's arms were holding the easel hard, tears were in his eyes, but he didn't dare to stay at all, because if he stained the painting, he would lose his father again.

"What are you doing, it's pitiful, it's not easy to beat him!" The gold-worshipping clown felt a little sour in his eyes.

However, after complaining, the money-worshipping clown still couldn't look at it and took out a disc-shaped thing and shook it, "Take it out." ”

The disc seemed reluctant, and after a few seconds, he took the initiative to put a small jar in the hands of the money-worshipping clown.

Shi Que recognized that it was the ashes left by the group of police officers of the special case team when they came over to collect Li Yuan's body in his strange memory.

The money-worshipping clown walked up to the young man, then crouched down and patted the strange talk on the shoulder.

The youth of the "......" immersed in their own world did not respond.

The money-worshipping clown didn't care either, but put the jar in Ta's arms.

This kind of touch finally brought the young man back to his senses from his own little world. Lowering his head, he stared blankly at the jar in his arms.

"Don't cry." The money-worshipping clown thought for a moment, and added, "I'll give him back to you."

The young man carefully touched the jar, but the lid of the jar suddenly floated up.

"You ......" The gold-worshipping clown didn't know what he was going to do, but then he was shocked by the changes in the surrounding scenery.

It was as if the vivid colors that had been collected for two hundred years had all been returned at this moment.

The pale walls are depicted with warm and childlike patterns, and on the corridor, those paintings with frightened faces have also disappeared, and finally restored to those paintings full of love and expectation left by Li Yuan.

In the room, the young man also sensed it for the first time, and he slowly let go of the painting he was holding, and then quickly bypassed Shi Que and the money-worshipping clown and ran out of the room.

Tears are like beads with broken threads.

Walking through the long, dark, hallway, he finally stopped at the entrance of the corridor where the Sparrow and the gold-worshipping clown had just entered the realm. At the end of the corridor, Li Yuan, with his white temples, was standing in front of the last painting, and when he heard the voice, he turned to look at the other side of the corridor, and then showed a happy smile and waved to the young man.

"Ah Yan, are you up? Did you sleep well? ”

The young man didn't speak, but his steps suddenly quickened, and he ran all the way to Li Yuan.

Li Yuan smiled and told him to slow down, and then raised his hand and touched his hair.

The moment Li Yuan's hand touched the young man's hair, the magnetic field of the strange talk once again violently turbulent. But this time, it is no longer the frightening sense of danger when you go berserk, but a warmth that makes your heart sour but you want to laugh.

Beside Shi Que, "Strange Tales and Gossip Weekly" unfolded again, and finally turned to a blank page and stopped. At the same time, the field of strange talk was also shrinking rapidly, and finally Li Yuan and the young man were contained in the pages of the book.

On the photo page, there is a scene in the corridor, where the father and son are holding hands and looking at the painting. The name on the introduction page next to it is still empty.

Shi Que thought for a while, "Let's call it [Tower]." ”

The name was successful, and the catastrophic strange tale in the god's sealed land was completely contained, and the domain of the strange tale was completely disappeared.

Bo Yanzhao under the mountain rushed over as soon as possible, wanting to confirm the situation of Shi Que and the gold-worshipping clown. Seeing that there was no problem with the two of them, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go! Let's go down the hill first. "The containment of [catastrophic] strange tales is not completely over after containment, and there is still a lot of aftermath work to deal with.

For example, the victims who died in the strange tales, as well as those seriously injured sons and daughters of the family. As well as the F City branch and the fugitive gathering place, there are a group of family members locked up, as well as the battle report of the containment process of the Sparrow and the money-worshipping clown.

However, Shi Que signaled him to wait for a while, he and the money worship clown still have something to do.

"Is there anything left unfinished?" Bo Yanzhao was a little puzzled.

"Yes! Our healing bits, take them away quickly. ”

Bo Yanzhao was very confused, "Wait, who is our treatment bit?" It won't be the ...... on the tower."

However, before Bo Yanzhao's words were finished, the gold-worshipping clown had already picked up Shi Que and jumped directly to the tower.

In front of the nearly 200 police officers stationed in the god's sealed place, the gold-worshipping clown directly carried the giant scythe to the spire of the tower.

Then the finch landed on the windowsill where the god was sitting.

Shi Que held the top of the window with his hand, bent down to look at the side of the god, and asked him with a smile: "By the way, you haven't told us yet, what's your name?" ”

The god was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and thought for a while, before he replied clumsily: "Night walking, road night walking." ”！

(End of chapter)