Chapter 211:

When Fangallo and Song Rui joined hands to return to the Moon Bay community, Bai Ma had been waiting for a long time in front of the first building.
"Mr. Fan, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you okay recently?" Seeing the young man walking in the golden sunlight, the white curtain smiled holding the corner of his mouth, but his eyes flickered with uncertain movements. He inserted his hands into his trouser pockets for a while, and then pulled them out again, rubbing against the seams of his pants, a look of uneasiness.
"Hello, Mr. Bai, the things in my house have been evacuated and it is not convenient to treat guests. Let's find a place outside to sit down." Fangaluo pointed to the activity center in the community, where there is a tea bar.
"Are you going to move?" White curtain was surprised.
"Yes, this place is no longer suitable for me to live in." Fangallo shook his head and sighed.
The white curtain was even more unexpected. He turned on the phone and turned out two photos to show him: "Mr. Fan, the outside world said that the current environment of Moon Bay Community is very good and it is very suitable for living. A group of researchers came here last time Investigate the ecological environment and find that the water quality and air quality of our community are better than any community around Beijing. It is a good place for health. You see, this is the photo they took, named Jinyin Waterfall, is it very good? nice?"
Fangallo looked at his phone screen and nodded with a smile.
Due to the refraction of sunlight, the waterfall on the top of the mountain looked like a golden light from a certain angle. At night, it reflected the moonlight again, like a silver satin, and there was cloud and mist at the drop, and a rainbow throughout the day. The magnificent scenery is like a fairyland. The two photos taken in the morning and evening caused a sensation as soon as they were released. When the netizens inquired, they learned that it was actually a scene in the Moon Bay community, and they all came here to watch it.
As a result, more and more people have come to the community to see the house recently, and the transaction volume has gradually increased. Those bad news in the past have long been forgotten.
The White Screen proposed: "Mr. Fan, the housing price of Moon Bay Community is now soaring. I can transfer the house you live in to ..."
He was interrupted by Song Rui before he said: "No, we have to move to the old house of the Fanjia family without Mr. Bai's expenses."
The white curtain still has a full stomach to say, but now it is stuck in the throat and it is difficult to pour. Fanjia's old house occupies a hill, surrounded by 5A-level scenic spots. The environment is much superior to this. There are no strangers to disturb. The house price is more than nine figures. ?
He smiled bitterly and nodded helplessly.
A group of people walked into the tea bar and asked for a pot of Biluochun.
Van Gollo still adhered to his usual style of work, and as soon as he sat down, he proposed: "Mr. Bai, are you ready?"
Are you ready, this sentence is like a magic spell, instantly reminds the white curtain of the last fantasy experience: the youth trapped him between his arms and the wall, and the thin red lips are so close to him, near You just need to bow your head slightly ...
He took a deep breath and his voice was dry: "Mr. Fan, can we change the way this time?"
"What does Mr. White mean?" Fangallo turned his head in confusion.
The white curtain put his hand in his trouser pocket, secretly rubbing something, explaining: "It's just not to have too intimate physical contact, just away the anger in the air."
Fangallo hadn't spoken yet. Song Rui raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "What kind of contact is too close physical contact?"
Fangallo smiled softly, "I understand what you mean. If you change the way, the speed will be a bit slow. Can Mr. Bai endure?"
The white curtain said busy: "Yes, of course."
Seeing that no one ignored him, Song Rui asked another question: "What is too intimate physical contact?"
Fangalo reached out his hand and his voice was low: "Mr. Bai can hang his hand on my palm without contacting me."
Bai Mu didn't immediately pull his hand out of his trouser pocket, but asked tentatively: "Mr. Fan, can you tell me that my fate can be completely changed? That is, I don't need to periodically the anger and adjust it to a normal person directly. status?"
Fangallo said decisively: "It's impossible. Mr. Bai, no one can change your life."
"Really? Can't a hermit be an expert?" The scene was obviously a little unbelieving.
Song Rui patiently asked again: "What is intimate physical contact?"
Van Gogh: ...
White scene: ...
The two were silent, and immediately connected to the previous topic:
"Did someone say something to you?"
"No, I just asked casually."
"Some people can change their lives, but do you know what it will cost? You have to use someone else's life in exchange for your life, and the person you were looking for is already the most gentle and cruel method. It is to deprive others of their lives and put them on yourself, or find a substitute to bear all kinds of disasters for you. If the substitute died, you can also find another one, and so on, and their deaths will all be turned into sin, piled on your head Previously, you only need to be unlucky this life, but if you do that, this sin will affect your life. "
The white curtain scared his lips trembling, and he couldn't speak for a long time. Seeing his silence, Song Rui opened his mouth in a pin and wanted to ask what is called intimate physical contact, but suddenly Fanjalo pinched his lips.
The young man's fingertips were slightly cold, but very soft. He loosened Song Rui's upper and lower lips slightly and then let go. His eyes glanced helplessly and cunningly. Song Rui saw his clear figure in his pupils, and suddenly lost the desire to question. He waved his hand and motioned for the two to continue the conversation, then covered his hot lips and smiled silently.
Fangallo looked at the scene, and cautioned carefully: "Mr. Bai, changing one's life against the sky is a taboo. I advise you to dispel this idea."
"I understand Mr. Brahma." The white curtain looked a little trance, and hesitated for a while before pulling his hand out of his trouser pocket, hanging over the palm of Vangaro. A very gentle magnetic field climbed along his arms to his shoulders, slowly wrapped him all over, and then penetrated into his pores, dissolving and pulling away those black odors.
However, this process only lasted three or four seconds, and Van Gogh suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at the scene with unpredictable eyes. The tenderness and quietness in his pupils had turned into an unpredictable indifference.
The white curtain was stiffened by him, and his dangling hands began to tremble slightly.
Fangallo looked at these obviously abnormal hands along his pale face.
Bai Mu quickly withdrew his hand and hid it in his trouser pocket, but somehow, his face suddenly changed.
Fangallo said clearly: "Did Mr. Bai lose something?" He no longer looked at the white curtain, but spread his palms, observing something darkly. No one knows that his magnetic field is rolling like boiling water, but he can't find a target to attack.
Bai Mu didn't have time to answer his words, but just kept rummaging in his trouser pockets, his expression was very flustered.
"Mr. Bai, our partnership should be terminated. Except for me, you have found a better choice, right?" Fangallo looked at him quietly, with a dull tone of voice: "They promised to help you change your life, so you promised Help them count me? "
The White Screen hastily denied: "No, they didn't want to secretly count on you, they just let me bring you a seed to see you, that's all."
Song Rui's extremely suppressed voice slowly sounded: "What seed?"
Bai Miao poured out his two pockets, but he couldn't find the broad bean-like seed.
Fangallo said calmly: "It's in my body now."
Song Rui suddenly looked at him, his expression suddenly changed.
Fangallo shook his head and continued: "But I can't find it, and I can't get it out of the body. It's hidden. It feels very bad for me, with a breath of death faintly." He Close your eyes and sigh: "Mr. Bai, I thought I could trust you."
White curtain finally realized what he had done, his eyes suddenly turned red, and his voice was very hoarse: "Mr. Fan, I really don't mean to hurt you. I thought it was just a seed on my body, it would not treat you Cause any hindrance. I really did n’t expect their weirdness to be so weird. "
"You are also the one who found someone to change your life once. You should be able to think how strange these people's methods will be." Song Rui broke his selfishness: "In the end, you just don't want to be controlled by others in your life. You want to completely change your own. Fate. "
The white curtain has nothing to say, just keep shaking his head. Seeing the coldness of Van Gogh with his eyes closed and not wanting to stare at him, he felt a pain in the center of the cone seeping through the bones.
When he was almost overwhelmed by endless remorse, Fangallo suddenly said, "You call them and let them come."
"Okay, I'll let them come over immediately." The white curtain quickly took out his phone and gritted his teeth to press the next string of numbers.
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Ten minutes later, a young man and two young women walked into the tea bar. They came so quickly, it can be seen that they had been waiting for the white screen news nearby. The young man who walked in front of him didn't even get the afterglow of one of Van Gogh's eyes, but the woman who walked behind was locked firmly by his sharp eyesight. He even stood up and stepped forward, calling with a smile: "Song Enci."
The young woman looked at him cautiously and corrected: "My name is Lin Nianci and Song Enci is my mother."
Fangallo ignored her words, but suddenly released his own magnetic field. In the eyes of ordinary people, he just stood idle, but in Lin Nianci's eyes, his body suddenly turned into a black dragon composed of aura, evil spirit, yin qi and even evil karma. , Rushed towards her violently.
She immediately propped up the magnetic field to ward off the sudden attack, and the spiritual power and cultivation in her body instantly emptied. In the face of this old monster that has lived for more than 100 years, she did not dare to slack off, but it was only in a moment that she was hit by the black dragon and flew off the ground, and Dantian also suffered damage. . Her magnetic field collided with his magnetic field like a crisp eggshell, and burst.
Master's command is indeed right, their strength is probably not as good as ants in this person's eyes!
Lin Nian spit out a mouthful of blood, two hands scribbled on the ground, seemed to want to support his body, but could not move at all. Several of her ribs were broken, and her internal organs were damaged to varying degrees. With only one face, she lost half her life.
Lin Nian'en did not expect that this man would be so fierce, and he killed the killer without saying a word. He was angry and hated, and immediately withdrew the money sword from his waist and rushed up, but he even flew out inexplicably without touching one of the hairs of Fangalo, and also fell beside the sister, and a spit of blood spewed out .
Van Gaal stepped up to Lin Nianci step by step, and Lin Nianci moved back and forth on all fours with his land, his face full of hatred, but his eyes full of fear.
"How did your strength become so weak?" His tone seemed familiar to the old man.
Lin Nian sipped blood at him mercilessly.
Fangalo didn't flicker or avoid, but stretched out his palm to capture her, invaded her memory, but found a foggy piece in her mind, like a curtain of water, all of them were Vague and unreal, but even so, he could recognize the familiar face and majestic voice. The other party stared deeply at the owner of this piece of memory and murmured expectantly: "Grow up soon ..."
When Van Gogh tried to lift this layer of water mist, a thunder exploded in Lin Nianci's mind, shattering the invader's mind.
Fangalo immediately withdrew the magnetic field, looking at Lin Nianci's face, inch by inch, with a low voice: "Aren't you her?"
Lin Nianci wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he spit out blood uncontrollably. Lin Nianen crawled to her side with hands and feet and protected her in her arms. They are like two small animals forced into desperation, the surface is fierce, but the inside is full of fear. Fortunately, the amulet given by Master Zu has been triggered. The two brothers should be aware of it and will come to rescue soon.
Fangallo came to stand in front of the two, and Song Rui also followed, his face very ugly. The white curtain stood in amazement, wondering how to close it. He was afraid of being killed, and originally wanted to call the police, but he was afraid that the police would take Mr. Fan away and he could only push it down.
"What is that seed?" Van Gogh leaned forward, staring at Lin Nianci's double pupils.
Lin Nianci swallowed a mouthful of blood and sneered, "Guess."
Lin Nianen also gave a contemptuous laugh in due course, as if she had won.
Song Rui carefully observed their expressions and movements and shook their heads: "They also don't know what that is."
Lin Nianci, Lin Nianen: ...
Fangallo nodded and asked, "Where did you find the seeds?"
Lin Nianci gritted his teeth and said, "Why should I tell you?"
Lin Nianen still smiled contemptuously, a arrogant look that you can help us.
Song Rui's tone was faint: "They also don't know this question."
Lin Nianci, Lin Nianen :! ! !
The two no longer stared at Fangalore, but turned their heads to stare at Song Rui, the expression of clenching their teeth as if to tear each other alive. The amulet given by the ancestor obviously played a role. It is reasonable that Van Gogh could not detect their thoughts. Why can this person always see through their hearts? What is he?
Fangallo said, "You don't know what it is or how it came from. Does it appear out of thin air?"
Lin Nianci and Lin Nianen took each other's hands and made up their minds without saying a word.
However, Song Rui only quietly looked at them for a while and then said firmly: "It appeared out of thin air."
Lin Nianci, Lin Nianen: ...
Suddenly they understood a sentence deeply-things gather together, people divide into groups. The devil's friend is also a devil!
Fangallo leaned over and continued to ask: "Where is Song Enci?"
Lin Nianci's eyes suddenly burst out with a strong hatred, Lin Nianen sternly asked: "Aunt Grace has not been killed by you?"
"I killed her?" Fangallo raised his eyebrows, as if surprised by the answer.
"What do you pretend to be! Isn't your other half of Yu Pei's body taken away by you?"
"I took the other half of the jade pendant?" Fangaluo raised his lips, almost to be amused by this sentence, but he quickly gathered his dark eyes deep in his eyes and asked without emotion: "Song Enci is When did you die? "
"Huh, ask for some reason. Do you think you will pretend to be innocent now, will the ancestors let you go? Tell you that his old man will soon come to Beijing to clean up you personally! What is it? Master Zu will pick up your skin with your own hands! "Lin Nianen scolded incessantly, while Lin Nianci clenched her teeth tightly without saying a word.
Van Gaalo didn't care about the threats of the two, and asked tirelessly: "When did Song Enci die, where did she die, did she find her body?"
Lin Nianci and Lin Nianen saw his anxiety and shut their mouths together. When the corners of their eyes swept to Song Rui who was standing beside them, they even covered their lower half of their faces.
Van Gogh: ...
Realizing that these two people were very afraid of Dr. Song, he could not help but glance at each other.
Song Rui grasped the heart and immediately tried: "How long has she died? Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, forty years ..." He guessed the past one by one year by year, and when they counted to a certain year, the eyes of the two people Shivering slightly, it seemed a little erratic, so he firmly said: "Over seventy years of death? But you are in your early twenties."
This sentence seemed like a flash of lightning, so that Van Gogh who spied on Lin Nian ’s childhood memories suddenly realized, she explained: "She should be dying when she was born. Keeping the baby's state, it will start to grow after the soul is stable, so it looks very young. "
Song Rui nodded to understand.
Lin Nianci and Lin Nian Enshi looked at the two people with trembling, only to feel that it was no longer enough to cover half of their faces. They urgently needed the two robbers' wigs or the beach aunt's face Gini.
"Seventy years ago, what happened to the metaphysical world? It was the battle of dragon protection. Where was the battle of dragon protection? In the sand dunes. So Song Enci died in the sand dunes, right?" The general information is speculated within a year.
Lin Nianci and Lin Nianen not only covered their entire faces, but also closed their eyes. That's all, the devil must not be able to guess their thoughts.
However, Song Rui broke their fantasy again: "You guessed it right, Song Enci did die in the dunes." Without micro expressions, he could observe micro movements, without micro movements, he could read from the frequency of breathing Out of their minds. If he could hold his breath, he could hold their wrists to measure the pulse and discern lies. As long as they are alive and their brains are turning, what they are thinking will always be expressed through changes in their bodies.
As Fangallo said, this is Song Rui's super power.
Fangalo nodded clearly, and at the end sighed: "I can't think of the well-known Lady of Zezhou who can't escape death."
Lin Nianci's hand covering her face trembled.
Van Gogh stared at her and continued: "It's a shame to die on the way to becoming a god."
Lin Nianci suddenly lowered his hand and looked at him with horrified eyes. Lin Nianen was also attracted by curiosity and peeped out through the fingers.
"What are you talking about?" Lin Nianci finally asked uncontrollably.
"Save Enci's ambitions to help save all beings, recruit believers, build temples, accept incense, and accumulate merit."
Lin Nianci gritted her teeth and retorted: "So what? My mother did save tens of thousands of people. Incense, believers, faith, merit, all she deserves!"
Van Gogh lowered her body to the ground and smiled: "Yeah, that's all she deserves, but unfortunately, she died in the middle of becoming a god, but the maggots she fed were first One step touched the threshold of becoming a god, do you say irony or not? "
"What maggots? What is the threshold of becoming a god? What are you talking about?" Lin Nian was eager to ask for answers this time, but unfortunately she didn't have the mind-reading technique like Song Rui, nor a powerful magnetic field that could devour Van Gogh The memory can only be questioned in vain over and over again.
Van Gaal used the magnetic field to force the two out of the door, leaving another more worrying question: "Want to know who your father is?"
Lin Nianci was crazy, dragged up with a painful body, and banged on the glass door of the tea bar. Unfortunately, this door was blocked by a strong magnetic field and could not be opened no matter how it was pushed.
"Who is my dad? Tell me quickly! You say!" She yelled and was mad.
Lin Nianen hugged her from behind, gently and coaxing in her ears. He knew that the elder sister was most concerned about her own life, because when Aunt Song Enci returned to Shimen, no one could see that she was pregnant, until the battle of dragon protection broke out, she barely rescued Shizu and went again. Save others, but disappeared, leaving only a baby wrapped in his own clothes and a rag with blood written "Master please save her", everyone knows that this child was actually born by her.
The mother lives without seeing the dead or the dead, and the father has no shadow. Lin Nianci's desire for his parents goes deep into the bone marrow. She thumped the door hard, her fists were stained with blood, and she cried into tears. Looking for the answer for many years is in front of her, how can she give up?
Although Lin Nianen is very distressed to her, she can only pierce her fantasy: "Don't shoot, even if you break the bones of your hands, he will not tell you the answer. Did you not see it? He is in I deliberately teased us and retaliated against us. The more painful we are, the more he will be happy! When the master comes, his old man will be able to catch this traitor, and then you want to know what you need without asking, just search his soul. Well, he won't be rampant for long! "
Lin Nianen halfway dragged away Lin Nianci, who was out of control, but could not ask the exit if he wanted to ask. For example, where is the township treasure of the Tianshui school; for example, where have you been hiding all these years and what did you do? Bad things, etc.
After they left, Fangallo lifted his jaw to the scene and expelled: "Mr. Bai, you can also go."
Seeing his extremely cold face, the white curtain could only escape in embarrassment.
Song Rui stared at the youth for a while, and suddenly asked: "They all said that you killed the so-called Zezhou Saint Maiden, I guess it should be the exact opposite, right?"
This sentence seemed to touch the restricted area of ​​Van Gogh, causing the dark mans in his eyes to flash violently, some fragments of memory escaped from the bottom of his heart, and was burnt to ashes by his mind. After a long, long time, he whispered, "Dr. Song, would you like to know what Mr. Bai said is the intimate physical contact?" When he said this, he suddenly approached Song Rui, trapping him on the wall and his own Between his arms, his lips touched slowly, letting the two's breath blend slowly.
Song Rui analyzed the words just now and roughly put together some truth. Song Rui suddenly fell into a blank. The young man's mysterious past was left behind by him, only his infinitely magnificent beautiful face and red lips.
He unconsciously held his breath, so the hypoxic brain fell into a dilemma. Perceiving his emptiness and lackluster, Vangallo pulled away and strode far away.
It took a while for Song Rui to realize that he was being tricked, and the young man used the beauty to change the subject ingeniously, preventing him from exploring the truth. But instead of feeling disappointed or angry, he chuckled silently, caressing his lips.
He wouldn't be too much for this experience a hundred times.