Dreamland Guide

　　 Qingmu saw Ma Fuqing's eyes flickering, but he didn't see them as surprised as they should.

　　 "You seem to know we are coming?" Aoki asked him.

　　 Ma Fuqing quickly denied: "No, no, my mom has a bad temper. I don't like outsiders to come to my house. I'm really embarrassed."

　　 Aoki and Hu Xing followed Ma Fuqing into the gate.

　　 Ma Fuqing’s house is quite spacious, with two entrances on the second floor, with front and back yards.

　　 Aoki wandered around in the yard, and Ma Fuqing was very uncomfortable with the kicking sound of the pull board on the ground.

　　 "Come in," Ma Fuqing urged, "It's cool in the room and there are iced watermelons."

　　 "Why don't you ask why we are here?" Aoki didn't worry, and slipped from the front yard to the back yard.

　　 "It's my own fault, which caused trouble to the master and the police comrade." Ma Fuqing trembling.

　　 The front yard of the Ma’s house has many fruits and melons, but the back yard is empty, with only a lone old locust tree.

　　 Aoki stood in the shade under the locust tree, circled the locust tree, and said, "This tree is good, it's cool here."

　　 I don’t know if it’s too hot, Ma Fuqing dripped sweat on his face and said, "Master, let's talk about something."

　　 At this time, there was a sound of iron chains clinking from somewhere, accompanied by a deep roar.

　　 "Do you have a Tibetan mastiff?" Hu Xing discerned the direction of the voice and made sure it came from inside the house.

　　 "Oh, no, it's not a Tibetan mastiff, or an ordinary...home, a dog." Ma Fuqing's face was sweating more and more, and his clothes were soaked.

　　 Aoki winked at Hu Xing and said, "Then let's go in and sit."

　　Like all rural houses, the Ma’s living room is very large, but the furnishings are simple. A square table of Eight Immortals is placed in the middle, surrounded by several long benches. There is a 32-inch old-fashioned TV in the corner. The surrounding walls are painted with simple white paint. The wall skin is mottled, and some have signs of peeling off.

　　 The air conditioner is not turned on in the room, but the curtains are closed to cut off the heat outside. Several electric fans are turned on, which is quite cool. But in this way, it looks a bit dim and dull.

　　 Ma Fuqing’s mother was sitting in the corner watching TV, a single electric fan was blowing at her, and the light from the TV was flickering and flickering on her face. Hu Xing always felt that her face was gloomy, and she seemed to be unkind for their arrival, which made people feel a chill in the bottom of their hearts.

　　 She quietly told Aoki of her thoughts, and Aoki said indifferently, "Isn't it cooler?"

　　 Ma Fuqing brought the cut ice watermelon and put it on the table of the Eight Immortals, and greeted them to eat. Then he took a piece by himself, and pulled out the black and white boys one by one, leaving only the clean flesh, before he brought it to his mother: "Mum, you eat."

　　 "Still a filial son." Hu Xing had a slight affection for Ma Fuqing for no reason.

　　 Aoki smiled and said nothing. Except in dreams, he never judges human nature easily. Human beings have learned too much disguise in the long-term survival pressure and evolution, even in dreams, sometimes the subconscious will deceive themselves, let alone in front of strangers.

　　 Ma Fuqing's mother unceremoniously grabbed the watermelon, without slanting her eyes, and continued to watch her TV. There was no expression on her face, and Hu Xing almost thought it was a clay sculpture.

　　 Ma Fuqing has been waiting by the side. Her mother gnawed a bite of the watermelon and ate a watermelon that was not deducted. She spit on Ma Fuqing and threw the watermelon in her hand to the ground.

　　 Hu Xing was stunned, and muttered: "It turns out to be a crazy woman!"

　　 Ma Fuqing's mother turned her face, staring at Hu Xing and asked Ma Fuqing: "What is she talking about?" Half of her face reflected the light of the TV, and half of her face was hidden in the dark, her eyes were fierce, as if she had seen an enemy.

　　 Ma Fuqing hurriedly stood in front of her mother and said: "It's okay, it's okay, she's talking about her own family."

　　 He turned and smiled at Aoki and the others "hehe", went to the corner to take a broom, and cleaned the watermelon rind on the ground and the smashed melon flesh that splashed all over the floor.

　　 His mother was still staring at Hu Xing, making Hu Xing uncomfortable.

　　 After finishing sweeping the floor, Ma Fuqing took a piece of watermelon on the table and buckled the melon more carefully. After the deduction, he looked and looked again, until he was sure that there were no more melons left, then he took it to his mother again.

　　 His mother pushed Ma Fuqing's hand away: "Stop eating." After speaking, she got up and went inside.

　　 When the door from the living room to the inner room was opened, there was another rattling sound of iron chains.

　　 Ma Fuqing can finally sit down.

　　 "I'm really sorry! That... come, eat, eat watermelon." Ma Fuqing looked a little embarrassed and restrained.

　　 "Your mother..." Hu Xing pointed to her head, "Is it all right?"

　　 Ma Fuqing said, "No, no, my mom just has a weird temper."

　　 Since seeing Ma Fuqing's filial appearance, Hu Xing was a little bit unable to grasp the purpose of this trip.

　　 She originally thought that she would meet an extremely cunning and vicious gangster, and it would be better to attack them directly, so that the capture and marksmanship she had practiced since she was a child would be useful. She didn't think that Ma Fuqing was acting for them. Why should someone who can be so filial to his mother go to kill? Now, she hoped that Aoki's judgment was wrong and that the scumbag caught by the Lu County Criminal Police Team was the murderer.

　　 She gestured to Aoki for questioning, but Aoki didn't say a word, just smoked, and kicked Hu Xing violently with her foot under the table with anger.

　　 Aoki straightened up and said to Ma Fuqing, "Oh, you paid, but I haven't helped you understand the dream."

　　 Ma Fuqing shook his head quickly: "No, no, I'm fine."

　　 "It's okay?" Aoki stunned, "Then you have to refund the money?"

　　 "No, no, I didn't mean that, there is no refund."

　　 "In that case, let's go." Aoki stood up and left.

　　 Hu Xing is not happy now, what is this? You are here, and the co-author is here to interpret the dreams of your clients! But she couldn't do anything, so she glared at Aoki, and said her heart to go back and clean up you!

　　 How can I clean him up when I go back? Hu Xing suddenly felt frustrated when he thought of Aoki's lack of oil and salt, sometimes dull, and sometimes miserable, and felt that it was a wrong decision for him to provoke this weird guy for nothing.

Ma Fuqing nodded haha ​​to send them out. At this time, Ma Fuqing’s voice came out of the dark aisle behind the living room: "Fuqing, come here and tell your friends not to leave." The voice was as soft as a full moon mother coaxing her in her arms. little baby.

　　 Ma Fuqing answered "Oh", Chao Aoki and Hu Xing smiled apologetically, and walked into the aisle behind.

　　 Aoki and Hu Xing looked at each other, this old lady was really quick-tempered.

　　 "Weirder than you." Hu Xing wrinkled her nose and said.

　　 "Where am I weird?"

"Bell-out trousers, slacks, and a windbreaker on a hot day. Isn't it weird enough?" Hu Xing said back, but UU read www.uukanshu.com but didn't even despise the least. Aoki's incredible dream-promoting ability does not mean she can't. Will forget. But how can such a powerful person seem to be lazy and dull at ordinary times!

　　 They chatted one after another. After a long time, they didn't see Ma Fuqing come back.

　　 Hu Xing gnawed two pieces of watermelon, and couldn't help it, and said, "Let's take a look."

　　 Aoki agreed. They walked through the living room and walked into the aisle inside.

　　 The aisle is not long, the door behind the aisle is locked, and there are stairs next to it. There was a sturdy-looking anti-theft fence at the top of the stairs. The fence door leading to the basement was open, and the voice of speaking was faintly heard below.

　　 "Mum, it's impossible, Mum, it's not easy to do things like this."

　　 "How can it be difficult to do? I don't care, I just have to hold my grandson, so that the Ma family can pass on from generation to generation! If you are capable, I don't need Karma to do it."

　　 "Mum..."

　　 Hu Xing gestured towards Aoki, and walked on tiptoe.

　　 There is a dim light in the basement.

　　 Hu Xing looked out and saw Ma Fuqing kneeling on the ground, head down. His mother stood in front of her, her back facing the stairs.

　　 She suddenly felt a gloomy wind blowing down the stairs, making her back a little cold.

　　 The stairs are so dark that you can't see your fingers. She always felt something staring at them behind her.

　　 Hu Xing's heart was beating wildly, turning his head to look at Aoki, only a dark shadow could be seen. Fortunately, the outline of the head of the chicken coop was more conspicuous. In an instant, there was a feeling that the chicken coop head was also good!

　　 At that moment, she caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing at the corner of the stairs above, and it disappeared when she looked closely.

　　 Just when she thought she was dazzled, she realized that the Aoki beside her had disappeared.