not a monster

After taking the clothes, Feng Wuli went to the hospital.

Not all the people in the company are going to be beaten to death. In fact, Feng Wuli has worked in the company for so many years, and not one case in ten needs to be solved by force.

Most of them are mediation and persuasion, and most of the remaining places that require force don't need him. Individual power doesn't play a big role in modern times, and it's just that occasionally there are not enough people to help in an emergency.

It is true that he is a good hound for the company, but this time the task is to catch autumn fish, and the job is for the osprey on the river. Director Yang just made it very clear that he is going to work this time just like those who brushed his resume in the past. The task is the same, in fact, there is no need for him to do anything.

This time he is just fishing on the company's boat.

But what an embarrassment.

So he pretends that he is busy every time.

When I entered the ward, besides Director Yang, there were two people in the overalls of the communications company. There was a boy lying on the bed, and beside him was a plain white ward with a bouquet of daisies on the bedside. Even though they are fresh flowers, they look as crisp as dried flowers, they are not well-trimmed, and the attire is not at all aesthetic.

"Yo, Xiaofeng, you're here."

"Good evening, Director Yang." He and the other two staff members nodded as well.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for a while and I'm high again. It's about [-], isn't it?"

"I haven't measured it, it should be close." He felt that he had grown several centimeters in the third year of high school, and he didn't know if he could grow in college.

"Oh, you were so skinny when you first came to the company. You just reached my shoulders, and you were taller than me in the blink of an eye." He was so majestic and domineering when he stood bare-chested and killed the demon king with a knife, and now he was pregnant with Liujia.

"Director Yang, when you say this, I feel that you will ask me for something later."

Director Yang glared at him angrily, and then said, "They say you don't need to come, and you won't be able to help you if you come."

"Who are you?" He looked at the person on the hospital bed.

"Searching for ghosts."

Director Yang said in a deep voice: "These children, without exception, have been unconscious until now because the Yang God is lost. It is different from death. After death, the Yang God will leave the body because the Yin God has dissipated. They Both the body and the yin spirit are still alive, if you can get the yang spirit back, it can be restored."

"Just like a vegetable."

"Well, in fact, many cases of vegetative state are caused by the separation of Yang Shen from the body." Director Yang said, then looked at Feng Wuli, and suddenly thought, "By the way, you don't seem to have Yang Shen either."

Of course Feng Wuli has it now, but if he wants others to know that Wang Xilou's Yang God is with him, it may cause a commotion. Everyone is afraid of nuclear weapons, but he is the remote control of nuclear weapons—very embarrassing.

"Can you get it back?"

"I can only do my best." He had a headache, and sighed: "Edmund Lorca said that everything that walks will leave traces, and his Yang God cannot disappear out of thin air. We can find the abnormal spiritual power by looking for traces." fluctuations, so as to catch the criminal.”

Feng Wuli bluntly said: "This is the purpose. No matter how you think about it, it doesn't seem like you can save it. It is impossible for someone to take away your Yangshen and take it home to play house. It sounds like a demon in a story, taking away your soul. Let's drink and eat."

Director Yang sighed: "Let's try our best to see."

Feng Wuli also sighed, what a pity to be alone, still so young.

"Who is Edmond Lorca?"

"The father of forensics."

Feng Wuli glanced at him in surprise. Director Yang touched his beer belly and said, "My daughter has watched something from "The Ten Deadly Sins" recently."

"Primary school students like to watch this kind of thing now." Feng Wuli used to watch "Charlie IX".

"By the way, what are you holding in your hands?" Director Yang looked confused when he saw that he was carrying two transparent clothing bags.

"Oh, aren't we going to the Comic Expo tomorrow? These are the clothes for the cosplay character." Feng Wuli raised the things in his hand.

"Haha, my daughter also likes these cartoons." Director Yang took a look and felt that something was wrong: "Hey, your clothes..."

"What's wrong?"

"Why does it look a bit like that maid outfit?"

"That's right."

Director Yang's expression suddenly became complicated.

Although he knows that young people are having a lot of fun nowadays, and some boys like to wear girls' clothes, but his concept is more traditional, and he always feels that this is not good.

He knew that Feng Wuli's parents were not around since he was a child, which obviously had a great impact on a boy's growth. Master Wang Xilou, a lady of several hundred years old, would certainly not know how to educate children. The lack of adult male role models may indeed form some concepts that are somewhat different from the public's acceptance.

As an elder who watched him grow up, I didn't realize this.

He said politely: "That's unreasonable. Director Yang didn't say that boys can't wear this kind of thing, but you have to know..."

"Eh? Director Yang, what are you talking about? This is not what I wore."

"It's not what you're wearing."

"That's right, Wang Xilou wore it."

"..." Director Yang touched the crotch in his trousers, and then thought about the ban on smoking in the hospital. He felt that he had not heard clearly just now, and asked: "What do you mean, Mr. Wang Xilou will wear a maid outfit and go out with you tomorrow?" ?”

Feng nodded unreasonably.

Director Yang: Σ(д|||)
Feng Wuli: (⊿)

"What's wrong?" He was puzzled.

"I can't accept it for a while."

As a local cultivator, in Director Yang’s mind, he is more or less adoring the legends of local gods and demons that he has heard since he was a child. When he was young, the company’s elders would say, “If you don’t practice well, Wang Xilou will take you back and eat you.” To frighten him, but if he got some typhoid fever, he would say, 'Wait, go to the social altar at the entrance of the village and offer some incense to Mrs. Wang'.

Master Wang Xilou's status in the eyes of practitioners in Hunan and even some older mortals is probably the same as Lin Moniang's status in the hearts of Hujian people.

It's like letting their Queen Mother wear a bunny girl, how do you ask him to accept it?

Fortunately, he didn't make such unreasonable metaphors.

Because Wang Xilou actually wore Bunny Girl.

One night, Director Yang took people to confirm the situation of several admitted patients again. Feng Wuli couldn't help, and even took Director Yang to have a supper.

Although he followed his butt and worked all night without knowing what he was busy with, at least he felt that he had contributed to his work.

At night, go back and coax the little zombies.

Wang Xilou was so furious that he asked his teacher to wear a maid's attire, swearing against it to the death.

I spent a lot of time talking.

Her firm tone softened.

The next day, seven o'clock in the morning.

Wang Xilou sat cross-legged against the head of the bed, holding the wig in his hand and giggling: "What is this? Master, do you still want to wear a wig?"

She knows that this is something young people like now, just like watching shadow puppet shows and puppet shows back then, young ladies and scholars like "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Palace of Eternal Life" and other stories. Later, sound TV and curtain movies are actually no exception. That's all.

Every generation has its own way of entertainment. For example, many things now seem deviant to people in their [-]s and [-]s, but they are really nothing in the eyes of a long-lived person like her who needs to refresh every few decades. Our ancestors were sometimes even more open-minded than modern people.

These young things that the general public likes have been changing, and I am not unacceptable.

She just thought it was so funny.

And wear wigs to play, dress up as ghosts and go to parties.

She put it on her head and asked with a smile: "How do you watch it?"

"The hair should be wrapped in a hairnet, and your hair is exposed."

Feng Wuli took off the wig for her, and covered her hair with a hairnet to keep it hidden. Wang Xilou thought it was weird, but seeing how excited he was, he let him go.

"Then put on this wig." Feng Wuli put it on for her.

"Hey, I have blue hair." This unorthodox hair color, but she thinks it is pretty good-looking. Of course, the main reason is her good looks. Although cosplay can't be sprayed, but the good looks are good enough to have a sense of substitution , so that there will be no drama.

"Clothes, change your clothes too." Feng Wuli looked forward to it.

She glanced at him and said, "We agreed that we will give Master a pat on the back and shoulders for a month."

"..."

"Tsk tsk, there is still Baisi, you are so beautiful." She spat.

The nightgown on her body was taken off and thrown aside. She thought about how to wear this dress. Socks are easy, just put them on her legs.

"These socks are quite comfortable to wear." The toes in her sock flexibly opened like flowers, and then curled up again. Then she picked up another sock, put it on the toe and pulled it to her thigh. The tight white silk stretched out the thigh.

Feng Wuli blushed when he looked at it.

(End of this chapter)