Chapter 78:

The black shadow was a translucent pug, with the back of his neck held by Fangalo, four short legs curled up honestly in front of him, and the slightly convex nose shouted and whined, Obviously I do n’t know the fact that I have died, and I still keep full of vitality.
After it left the body, Xia Xia slowly opened her eyes, looking at the surrounding in a trance. Her parents rushed over quickly, holding her hand tightly and shouting her name one after another. Their expression was very tense, but their tone was very gentle and soft, lest they would disturb their daughter. Because her daughter had been busy all night, no matter how they shouted, she couldn't call back her wit. She didn't know anyone, she couldn't say a word, she just barked, sniffed everything around her, even lying on the ground, trying to lick a piece of greasy smell. If someone else pulled her and dragged her, she would go to the ground casually and yell in horror.
Her every move is no different from dogs, and doctors simply can't make a reasonable explanation for her illness, and can only recommend them to do a more detailed brain CT tomorrow. It stands to reason that this kind of madness cannot be cured for a moment, but the strange thing is that after only a short rest, Xia Xia opened his clear eyes and asked weirdly: "Mom, why did I suddenly go to the hospital Alright? "
"Xia Xia, can you speak? Xia Xia, you call your parents again to listen to us!" Xia Father Xia Mu hugged her daughter almost ecstatically.
"Mom and dad, what's wrong with me?" Xia Xia's complexion changed, and her voice trembled immediately: "I, am I terminally ill? You tell me honestly, I can accept it, really. Don't hide it from me!"
"I'm afraid you can't accept it. Look at what you were before." A colleague squeezed to the bed and showed her the barking video.
"Ah! What the is going on here? How can I be like a dog? This must not be me! I don't accept it, I can't accept it if I kill it, please delete it!" Xia Xia almost screamed Can overturn the roof, and Van Gaal has stepped out of the ward on her lively tone.
Zhao Wenyan sees clearly, and understands in his heart, but asks nothing. He only follows the youth silently, but Cao Xiaohui can't suppress the inner sorrow and fear. She woke up as soon as she shot, is this a evil thing? Did you save her? "
Even if the artist under him is called the teacher's agent, Cao Xiaohui must be the first in the entertainment industry.
"Well, Zhongxie." Fangalo stopped a familiar man and asked, "Which ward do you arrange for Chongming Taoist?"
This person also came to visit Xia Xia's staff, and naturally knew Van Gogh, busy: "Teacher Van, he is at 607, turn left downstairs in the third room."
"Thank you for your notification." Van Gogh nodded politely, and then went to 607 again.
Chongming, with a bottle of potion hanging in his arm, turned up at the first sight of him, opened the window, and was about to jump off the building. As long as he could escape the demon's hunt, he would recognize it even if he fell into disability. In the eyes of everyone, he can't do anything to himself anymore?
At this moment, a group of human-shaped mist suddenly rushed in from the window, knocked Chongming fiercely, and sat cross-legged on his stomach, holding him tightly. This also won enough time for Van Gogh, he walked into the ward without hesitation, photographed the shaggy black shadow that was always on his fingertips into Chongming's body, and whispered: "Your soul is far stronger than Xia Xia, should you always stay awake? Then I can only wish you good luck. Remember, not everything you have done is known by no one, but also by heaven, earth, and I know. "
He patted Chongming's shoulder again, and then left the ward backwards, then stood at the door and nodded slightly to say goodbye. He is more thoughtful than anyone when it comes to the number of gifts. However, he didn't go far. Chongming, who was on all fours, came out of the ward, barking and shouting sternly, "Come on me, hurry! It wants to eat shit! It wants to eat from the toilet. ! "
Cao Xiaohui, who was still baffled, couldn't help but smiled. Eat shit? He heard it right? At the same time, his awe of Van Gogh was even deeper. If President Zhao also came tonight, he must have fled by this time. He was afraid that Van Gogh also patted himself on the shoulder to make himself a dog.
"Did Xia Xia be hurt by him before?" Zhao Wenyan quickly grabbed the point.
"Yes." Van Galo nodded slightly.
"Then he was retaliated." Zhao Wenyan was not only afraid, but also taken for granted.

At three o'clock in the morning, Van Gogh finally returned to the Moon Bay community, and no one could see it. Behind him, there was a small mist haunting him. They walked slowly to the artificial lake and stood looking out. The silvery moonlight sprinkled down all over, making this bottomless lake slightly phosphorescent, and the indistinct white mist gathered and scattered, fluttering, and condensed into a group of strangely shaped ghost images, and more The fishy smell was mixed with the astringent taste of water plants, and came to the face.
Only by smell can we know that this lake is a dead water lake. Without flowing water waves bringing endless new life, it will eventually become a dirty grave.
In the smelly mist, the little black figure was even timid, and could not help dragging the big brother back, beckoning him not to go. The only speedboat has been destroyed by his parents. Without a boat, his elder brother could not find his body.
Fangallo pushed his hand away and whispered, "You are waiting here, I will come back soon." He took off his black shirt and plunged into the deep, smelly, almost dark green lake water Like a fish, after entering the water without twisting his head, he twisted his slender legs and swam deeper and farther away. The water grass wrapped his body and was gently pinched off by him; the rock blocked his way, and he was circumvented far away, and he seemed to be flying freely in the thick darkness that could not be seen.
His goal is very clear, that is the box tied to the boulder that sinks in the heart of the lake.
A few hours later, it looked like white phosphorous, but the sound of a rush of water finally came from the almost ink-colored lake. Little Black Shadow, who was sitting by the lake with his legs waiting, quickly stood up and stretched his neck to look away.
In a few moments, a slender figure slowly walked from the deep water to the shallow shore, dragging a huge suitcase in his hand.
Xiaoheiying quickly passed the shirt in her arms, and then invisiblely formed a young and beautiful child. He raised his head and opened his big eyes, looking at his elder brother with expectation and anxiety. He didn't know how he could go back.
Fangalo wiped off the water droplets on his face, took off the water plants in his hair, and put on his shirt. Then he unscrewed the seemingly sturdy combination lock and exposed the body lying on the side of the box to the pale moonlight. . After several days of soaking, it did not swell or even rot, but it only grew a few plaques. The strong gas in the community is the best preservative.
Little Black Shadow crouched down, trying to touch his body, but his palm penetrated directly. He was already dead, so the soul could never go back.
Seeing his depressed head and one drop of black teardrops, Van Gaal sighed: "Although life and death are fatal, I will never say anything since I agreed. Let's go, I will send you." He stroked He stroked Xiaoying's head and patted him gently.
Little Black Shadow planted into the box with his strength. This time, somehow, he didn't penetrate the tangible thing, but settled in the dead body directly. Chongming's ability, through the refinement of Fangallo, can even control the dead souls and corpses.
The little corpse curled up in the box suddenly opened his eyes, looked around, and then climbed up, stroking his body everywhere, his face full of surprise and disbelief.
"Ah!" He grinned at Fangalore and tried to brew for a long while before spitting out three words of love from his already broken throat: "Brother, brother, thanks!"
Van Goro's tense face finally let out a seemingly absurd smile, patting the child's wet head and saying, "Come on, take you home."
The little boy nodded again and again, and then stiffly climbed out of the box with his hands and feet. His movements resembled a little tortoise that was about to turn over, causing Fangallo's eyes to laugh more. The silver moonlight fell on their heads, and was slowly dispelled by the approaching dawn and the morning glow of the sky. The next day came unconsciously.
Building 1 is the only building in the community that will light up the orange lights in the early morning. The drenched young man led the drenched little boy and climbed up the spiral stairs step by step. The housewife on the fourth floor went shopping with a haggard face like a bird's nest. Her parents-in-law required her to get up at this time so that she could buy the cheapest vegetables.
There was a thick bruise in the corners of her eyes, and the eyes surrounded by bruises were red and swollen and seemed to be bleeding. One can imagine how tortured she experienced last night. Seeing the wet one and one small, her numb face finally got a little more surprised, and stared at the handsome face of the young man for a long time, it seemed a bit familiar.
The little boy lowered his head to avoid her sight.
The two went on, and on the seventh floor they met a middle-aged man who hurried out. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a well-suited suit, and a beige briefcase. He looked very loyal honest. He found that the youth and the child were all in one body. He also asked a few words with concern and urged them to go home and change their clothes quickly so as not to catch a cold and seem to be very considerate and gentle.
The anti-theft door on the fourteenth floor was changed, but the residents never dared to come back, because the outer wall of his house was covered with a large red text, and it was written bloodily: [Sisters, this is a liar, cheat Money cheating is light, it will cheat! According to conservative estimates, eighteen female compatriots have already been victimized. Please be careful! If you do n’t believe it, you can add a group. We will talk to you with our real name! Group number: XXXXXXX. 】
Some fonts were scratched off, but more fonts were posted again.
Van Gogh looked into the corridor and smiled with his lips pursed. Seeing that he seemed very happy, the little boy smiled with his mouth closed.
The two continued to climb up to a height of more than a dozen floors, but they could not make them sweat a bit and breathe a sigh of relief. Finally at the seventeenth floor, the little boy's relaxed expression began to tighten slowly, but before he stepped on the door, someone already called him to open the door in one step, and the tone was very strict: "Where is Yangyang? Yesterday night, I crossed The more I thought, the more I went to visit Mr. Xu and your parents, but I did n’t see them. The neighbors also said that you did n’t send the children. Why did you let your parents lie with you? Where did you get it? "
"That's my own child. Where do I want to send him to care of you?" Xu Father asked bluntly.
"If I do n’t see Yangyang within twenty-four hours, I have reason to suspect that he is missing and investigate it. You are his guardians and have an inescapable responsibility for his personal safety. You will be My primary investigation target! "Liao Fang echoed in the corridor mixed with worry and anger.
No one seems to be able to run around day and night for a child with no blood relationship except the police.
There was a fierce flash in Xu's eyes, and the tip of his teeth bite slightly, as if he had made up his mind.
He changed his previous impatience and pretended to say sadly: "Since you have investigated it, then I have nothing to hide. Come in and see for yourself." He leaned over to reveal the black paint, even one Living room without lights on. His wife seemed to hide in the corner for a long time, and then finally moved from the darkness behind her husband like a ghost haunting.
Liao Fang didn't even realize it, so he walked in when he opened his legs. She was too worried about the safety of her child.
Vanguard who stood by the stairwell for a long time suddenly said loudly, "Sergeant Liao, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"Mr. Fan? Where did you go? Why did you get soaked all over?" Liao Fang stopped and looked back.
Father Xu, who was struggling to control his facial expression, also looked at that voice, and then the whole person was stiff. Hidden in the corner of the dark door, Xu's mother screamed in horror.
"Yangyang!" Three different voices shouted a name with three different emotions at the same time: Father Xu was frightened and unbelieving; Father Xu was frightened and apprehensive; Liao Fang was pure surprise.
"He was playing with water by the lake and fell accidentally." Van Gaal led the little boy out of the darkness step by step, came to the doorway illuminated by a voice-activated lamp, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu, to save the ocean But it took a lot of effort from the boss. He fell far away from the shore and almost couldn't come back. This time you have to be optimistic about him, don't let him be in danger again. "He gently put his palm on the boy Back, pushed forward.
The little boy's raised face was also exposed in the only light beam. His skin was whiter than paper, his pupils were deeper than ink, and his lips were bluish and purple. No no no, he is simply a walking body!
Father Xu, who was full of murderous intentions, peeed his trousers scaredly in the eyes of his son's black eyes. No one knew more about how the child died. He personally probed his nose and pulse, twisted his stiff bones and joints, rolled him into a ball, and hid it in a narrow refrigerator. No one can survive a few days and nights of cold storage and flooding unless he is not human!
Father Xu was so scared that he lost his soul, but he bit his teeth and did not dare to lose his gaze in front of Liao Fang. A rotten and hot urine filled his crotch, but he could only pretend that everything was normal.
Mother Xu was clinging to her husband's back, and the sound of her teeth trembling was particularly abrupt in the silence. The child was also boxed by her and thrown into the lake.
Fangallo pushed the child forward again and asked with a smile: "Ms. Xu, your son has returned home safely, don't you say anything?"
"Representation? What representation?" Xu's mother was all wood.
Father Xu woke up like a dream, and quickly took a pile of cash from his wallet and stuffed it into the hands of Van Gogh. He kept bowing: "Thank you, Mr. Van. I am so grateful today. I do n’t pay tribute to my little meaning."
Fan Jialuo's dark eyes suddenly swept a cold, but did not say anything, but smoothly pushed the child into the impenetrable house, softly instructed: "Go, go home."
The door couldn't wait to close, and a loud bang blew up the voice-activated lights throughout the building.
Liao Fang didn't completely relax until this time, patting his chest and saying, "It turns out that the child really lost all night! Mr. Fan, what kind of person do you say this is? The child has lost more than ten or twenty hours. They did n’t bother to look for it, but instead made up lies to fool the police. Is n’t this looking forward to the child ’s accident? In the future, I have to come back for regular visits, otherwise the child will not be happy.

Van Gogh looked at her face that was both lucky and frightened, and asked slowly, "As long as you think that parenting doesn't need to pass the exam, are you terrified of fear?"
Liao Fang lowered his head and said sadly: "Yes, terrified, but those parents never felt the same way."
"They will." Van Gaal's sigh, together with his slender figure, slowly disappeared into the forbidden corridor.