After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 288

  Chapter 288 "Borrowing"

  He Lingchuan counted: "Out of five, I caught two?" Isn't your efficiency too low? "Isn't there a curfew at night?"

  Actually, what he wants to say is that Panlong City must often release three corpses to patrol, but they still can't catch those monsters?

"They have changed their time and don't come out at night." Sparrowhawk said, "They don't appear in the bright sun either. They only pick cloudy days, and they are probably a little afraid of the real fire of the sun. These things are not smart, and we suspect that someone is behind the scenes. And —”

  It hesitated.

   "What else?" Experience told him that the next thing in this kind of words is often the key point.

   "Commander Zhong called the most experienced pharmacist to examine these monsters, and I was there at that time. They came to the conclusion that these monsters are still in their infancy."

   "Infancy?" He Lingchuan frowned, "Are they still cubs?"

   "The fontanels on the top of their heads are very big, and they haven't even begun to close. The pharmacist judged that they were young." Sparrowhawk repeated, "It's either a baby or a fetus."

   "Fetus?" He Lingchuan was taken aback, "It's so difficult, but it's still a fetus?"

  Then how scary can these ghost things be when they grow up?

"So they are instinctively afraid of strong light, and they only come out on cloudy days." Sparrowhawk resisted the urge to flap its wings, "Since the first monster appeared, there have not been many cloudy days." So they captured few monsters, no? They don't try hard enough.

   "That little monster, did it come here by itself?"

   "Well, it stopped and stopped, as if it was looking for something, and finally came to your wall." Sparrowhawk was originally flying high in the sky to monitor, "I think it wanted to turn around and bite you, so it came down."

   "Thank you." He Lingchuan was greatly moved, and gently stroked its head.

  Sparrowhawk avoided his hand disdainfully: "If you want to thank me, turn on the stove!"

  It's freezing in this room, it's freezing to death!

   "Okay, okay." He Lingchuan thought that he really didn't treat guests well, "This will ignite."

  He turned around in the kitchen and found that the charcoal was gone and the firewood was gone.

   That's right, I used up the last time I entered the dreamland, and I have been too lazy to replenish it.

  Anyway, he is strong and strong, and he can survive with a healthy body.

   So what do we do now? He Lingchuan thought for a while, then picked up the only quilt to wrap around Sparrowhawk: "Wait, I'll borrow some charcoal, and I'll be back in a while."

  Leaving He Lingchuan's house, the guard turned more and more sideways, and finally entered an empty alley.

  The walls on both sides are very short, and the trees above are tall. A residential house next to it is being renovated. The gate is open and materials are piled up, but there is no one in the house.

  The sky is cloudy, and it will rain later.

  The patrolman looked around and made sure no one was following him, so he slipped in.

  He stood in the corner of the back of the house, lifted the straw basket, and looked parallel to the little monster in the basket.

  One person and one monster, looking at each other for a few breaths.

  Afterwards, the little monster made a pattering sound, as if confiding.

  The guard remained motionless, and after the little monster finished speaking, he also made a clicking sound!

  Listen carefully, the voice did not come from his throat, but from his chest cavity!

  Then the guards put down the straw baskets to dump the little monsters on the snow.

  If you apply snow powder several times thickly on it, and after the snow melts for a while to reduce the viscosity of the glue, it may be able to get out of trouble.

   However, at this moment, an arrow was shot not far away, directly nailing the guard's arm to the wall.

  He didn't even feel the pain, and he didn't yell out, and then the sound of "whoosh" came long afterward.

  The patrolman stretched out his hand to draw the arrow, but the next arrow arrived and nailed his other hand to the wall.

  He finally let out an angry roar, no matter how hard he pulled, he actually tore his palm off the entire long arrow!

  The arrow was still nailed to the wall, covered in blood from head to toe.

   But he was still a step too late, the third arrow hit the heart!

  The guard froze for a moment, his head drooped, but the back armor moved a bit, and something suddenly jumped out from here, trying to escape along the corner.

  Its actions are extremely decisive, and its speed is as fast as light. Even if others watch it helplessly, they can only see an afterimage passing through the air.

  Unfortunately, when the fourth arrow arrived, it shot straight, as if it had calculated its ejection path in advance.

   With such a jump, it seemed as if it had reached the arrow by itself.

   "Ga—" a rough scream.

  Four unpretentious arrows forced it out of its hiding place and nailed it to the wall.

  Calmly, easily.

It was only then that I could see clearly that the thing that jumped out from behind the guard was also a monster. It looked like a long-legged spider. Its eight legs were at least three feet long, but they were as thin as noodles. Its body was only the size of a duck egg. human face.

   Hit by this arrow, its eight claws scratched and clawed at the wall, but it didn't even scratch the wall—

  Its long legs are used for fine work, such as injecting venom, manipulating human nerves, making the skin talk and act as usual, not for smashing and looting.

   Apparently the patrol was accidentally attacked by it, and then turned into a skin inhabited by monsters.

   It tricked He Lingchuan into trusting him, just to save the little monster in the basket.

   Unfortunately, the oriole is behind.

  At this moment, a figure jumped down from the wall, approached silently, pulled out the feathered arrow, and stuffed the arrow and the spider monster into the quiver.

  The little monster in the straw basket kept barking. Apart from scolding, its small eyes seemed to be filled with fear.

  The figure picked up the straw and disappeared into the alley after a few vertical leaps.

  He Lingchuan jumped onto the wall.

  Yes, it is the low wall between him and Sun Fuling's house. The way he came up with was to borrow some firewood from a good neighbor.

  The teachers of the Shumin Academy receive so much salary every month that they can't burn it all. Otherwise, how can it be called "salary"?

   By the way, why did that little monster come here?

  The moment he climbed over the wall, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly figured out where the violation just now was:

   The little monster in the straw basket struggled from beginning to end, except—

   Except when he talks to the patrol.

   Except when he handed over the straw basket to the guard.

   During these two times, the little monster was as quiet as a child.

Why?

  He Lingchuan was in a daze for several seconds, and patted his head in frustration.

  The patrol probably has a problem! But after such a long time, this person has long since slipped away.

  What was he thinking at the time, why did he believe so credulously?

  Things have passed, it is useless to think about it.

  He sighed and continued looking for firewood.

  Sun Fuling's courtyard was empty, except for a chair and a ladder under the eaves. The snow on the ground melted and turned into ice again, crystal clear and slippery to step on.

   This yard is cleaner than his face, but it is not popular.

   It seems that Sun Fuling hasn't come back for several days. Isn't she on winter vacation recently? Why is she nowhere to be seen?

  There was no firewood in the yard, so He Lingchuan decided to go to the kitchen to look for it, or leave a note for her at worst.

   The relationship is good, you can order as you like.

  He opened the door and walked in, and found that there was indeed a high pile of firewood in the corner of the kitchen, and there was charcoal beside it. I don't know how long she had saved it.

  Looking at the pyre that was taller than a person, He Lingchuan wondered to herself, is it possible that this young lady doesn't keep warm at home?

   Otherwise, how could you save so much firewood?

  Looking at the kitchen, there are all kinds of pots, pans and pans, but they are placed too neatly, and there are no traces of smoke and fire anywhere, just like a model room.

  He Lingchuan reached out to the bottom of the stove to dig out, but there was no burnt smoke, at most there was a little dust.

  Miss Sun said that she can't cook, so she is really not modest.

   But doesn't she boil water, and usually eat snow to quench her thirst?

  The door between the bedroom and the kitchen was not closed. He Lingchuan knew he shouldn't go there, but his legs didn't work.

  Sun Fuling's bedroom was also spotless, with clean and flat bedding, chairs placed against the wall, and two books on top. He Lingchuan read it, and it was all idle books.

   There is also a box next to the wall, with a lock, but it is not locked.

   There was still a half-pan of burnt candles on the lid.

  He Lingchuan glanced at the room again, but didn't see anything unusual, so his eyes turned to the box.

   Can you open it?

   Several times he saw Sun Fuling go back to the house to get the medicine, but there was no medicine box here, so the medicine was put in the box?

  What else is there?

   Suddenly there was a "creak" outside, and the courtyard door opened.

Oops.

  He Lingchuan quickly went around to the kitchen, opened the door and went out.

   Then, he met Sun Fuling who stepped into the yard.

   Both of them were stunned.

  Sun Fuling was a little surprised, blinked, and held things in both hands.

   Being caught straight, He Lingchuan didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his face must be embarrassing with capital letters and bold letters.

   "Hi." His voice was weak, "You're back."

  Sun Fuling looked at the courtyard wall and then at him, seeming to understand something: "Is there something wrong?"

   "I'll come..." He Lingchuan chuckled, "Borrow some firewood."

  Seeing that the leather bag in the opponent's hand was bulging, he hurried forward to help: "I'll carry it for you."

  Sun Fuling handed the things to him, then went into her kitchen, brought out a large bundle of firewood and a large bundle of charcoal, and stuffed them all into his hands, "I can't use them all up, take whatever you want."

   Suddenly there was a creaking sound from the next door.

  Sun Fuling noticed: "What's that sound?"

   "The bird is singing." He Lingchuan spat on the ground, "Just now the sparrowhawk was fighting a monster in your yard, and was injured, and he was treated at my place. It kept crying cold, so..."

  He shook the firewood in his hand.

   "Is it injured?" Sun Fuling was slightly moved. The last time Sparrowhawk was a guest, she was also there, "I'll go and have a look." After saying that, she turned and opened the door and went out.

  Of course He Lingchuan couldn't go back the same way, so he had to follow her out, and took two steps to open the door of his own courtyard: "Please come in."

  He went to the kitchen to start the fire, and when he turned around, he saw Sun Fuling squatting down to check Sparrowhawk's injury, and even reached out to stroke its back.

  Sparrowhawk not only does not hide, but closes his eyes, enjoying himself.

   "..." Does this bird look at people big and small? Why did he dislike him just now?

"It's so pitiful. The feathers are all broken. It seems that it will take some time to raise it to the sky." Sun Fuling took out a small bag of dried meat from somewhere, tore it into thin strips, and fed it bit by bit. salty."

  (end of this chapter)

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