Museum of Demons Chapter 188

It was hot and dull, but there was air conditioning in the house, so it was quite comfortable.

Accompanied by the sound of typing on the keyboard, the files were called up.

These files all record cases of evil spirits. One thing in common is that the beginning of this kind of case was because a child or a young man bought antiquities from an old man. Zhu Hongmiao got these files. In a table.

Then through these files, inferred the possible locations of the target.

Although China is vast, even the ancients have left behind the maddening words about where the sky is high and the ocean is wide.

But there is also such a sentence.

He stroked the police badge.

Skynet is restored, careless but not leaking!

He put down the hat with the police badge, put on casual clothes, and set off with his colleagues.

The target action locations are basically near the most prosperous schools.

Zhu Hongmiao and the others kept searching. Finally, at six o'clock, they found the place where the target was. The youngest one found the target first, but the other colleagues couldn't see each other at all. This is also the same as investigating those At the time of the evil spirits, the records that were uncovered by the monitoring system were consistent.

"Don't be stunned, I will first attract attention. You block the surroundings to prevent ordinary people from coming in."

I wish Hongmiao just graduated, there is still a **** courage.

He put the gun on the bullet, and then confirmed the spare talisman.

Only then took a step forward.

It was dusk on the horizon, the color of the sunset glow was a bit like drowsy blood, and the weather became a bit cooler. Zhu Hongmiao felt a little nervous as he got closer, but he didn't graduate until he saw a few children gathered in front of the booth. The two-year young policeman looked straight, no longer hesitating, walked quickly over, and shouted in his mouth:

"What are you doing? This is after school, do not go home, and are not afraid of encountering danger outside?"

"Or do you have no homework today?"

The children who had been fascinated were yelled by him, and they came back to their senses.

Zhu Hongmiao made the final blow and said:

"Can you afford the things here with your little money?"

"Then some pocket money, isn't it okay to buy some ice cream snacks?"

"Furthermore, what are you doing here if you don't go home? Have you finished your homework? Have you learned English vocabulary? Have you finished the test?

Several children were stunned, and then they just went away.

The faint old man couldn't help but pause.

This is the lore passed down from generation to generation.

The policeman hooked his mouth, then squatted down and blocked the old man's sight of the children. He smiled and said, “This bunch of bear kids, they are still walking outside at this late hour, so they're not afraid of worrying about the things at home. If you can't afford it, being around here will disrupt your business."

"I'm quite interested in what you have here."

"How about, boss, tell me something?"

Zhu Hongmiao stared at the things on the booth, saw some ancient books, saw bells, and a bronze plate with inscriptions and gluttonous patterns. He smiled on his face, planning to drag time and let his colleagues surround him. The old man then took it down at once.

The old man glanced at him with muddy eyes, and slowly said, "There is indeed something suitable for guests."

He took out a dignified geisha doll with black hair, hair ornaments on top of his head, and twelve kimonos, with a solemn expression on his face, and said:

"Please see."

Zhu Hongmiao looked at the geisha doll, somehow, stupefied, but didn't care.

The left hand silently sent out a message to surround the colleagues, while the right hand had already touched the handle of the gun.

After counting seven numbers silently in his heart.

Zhu Hongmiao drew his gun sharply, and turned to the old man in front with a vigilant look. He read the sentence: "Police, raise your hand!" Almost colleagues, everyone has already completed the extraordinary practice of popularization. Special combat personnel from appeared, surrounded the old man, with weapons in his hands ready to be fired at any time.

Among them are colleagues who came from Daomen, who have inspired Fu Lu.

Zhu Hongmiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally caught this guy who had been doing evil for many years, like a slippery loach, he stared at him carefully, planning to swarm up to take the old man down, but the old man just smoked dry cigarettes unhurriedly, as if he was surrounded by others. He, but these police officers, was full of leisurely arrogance.

His eyes were dim, and the white smoke of dry smoke curled up.

Zhu Hongmiao gritted his teeth. This kind of dangerous person must never let go. In the current situation, he shot directly and aimed at the opponent's thigh. With one shot, the old man was unscathed. Zhu Hongmiao froze, the white smoke of dry smoke. The anger rose up like smoke and mist, making him trance for a while.

When I woke up, I found that I was still squatting, and I could not touch the handle of the gun with my palm.

The setting sun slowly darkened, the sunset was like blood, the weather was sultry and real, and he screamed listlessly.

He hurriedly looked up. I found that the other colleagues who were visible were stiff, as if they were in a nightmare. Zhu Hongmiao felt a tingling in his back. He lowered his head subconsciously, and happened to see the delicate and dignified Geisha doll. The corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling, with a long back The hair fell to the waist, wearing a twelve kimono, looking at herself.

Zhu Hongmiao has the illusion that he is in a high position, but the other person looks at him like a bird's-eye view.

Then, his body lost control.

I wish Hongmiao a cold heart.

What is this... a monster? Or spirit?

The old man smashed the smoke and said leisurely: "I was touched by you again. It seems that I can't stay here anymore. It seems that China has begun to popularize cultivation. This time the speed is much faster than before. It is a pity that I can't kill. If you don't, or else you'll really have to provoke big things..."

He respectfully said to the geisha doll:

"My deity, please erase their memories."

Erase the memory?

Zhu Hongmiao froze, and then angrily rose.

He finally knew why the other party was able to walk freely without being noticed. It is one thing for the other party to be cautious. On the other hand, the beginning of the popularization of stabilized practice exercises in the military and police is also a recent thing, the older generations before. , Can only rely on the experience of finding a case, and the tenacity to pursue it, and spend a lot of time and a little bit of investigation, only to find the other party.

Then the memory of this period of time was erased.

This is almost a dimensionality reduction blow, contemptuous and arrogant.

Moreover, the gods...

It turned out to be a god, so it's no wonder that such a wide range of control illusions can be done, no wonder it can control memory, Zhu Hongmiao is both stunned and unwilling. He gritted his teeth, glaring at the white light and the silk thread flowing towards his seven orifices, hoping to remember at least the two words god, so that afterwards, he could have some clues.

At this time.

Ding dong, ding dong.

The crisp sound of bells rang.

Another person appeared in this small alley.

The old man's actions paused, even the white light lagging behind, and Zhu Hongmiao was able to turn his pupils and look to one side.

A blue shared bicycle came in slowly.

Then stop in front of the booth.

He is an ordinary person.

The young man wearing a light-colored shirt got out of the car to prevent the free single use time of the monthly card from passing, and easily locked the shared bicycle first.

Zhu Hongmiao smiled politely at the side, and then squatted down.

Zhu Hongmiao stared at him with wide-eyed eyes, anxious in his heart, and kept trying to signal, hoping that the other party would be aware of the atmosphere here and be able to leave as soon as possible. For himself, after all, he has an identity, and the other party only dared to manipulate the memory, yes. This ordinary person may not have so much fear.

But the young man obviously didn't understand his eyes.

Turning his head and smiling politely at the boss, he said, "I'll just take a look, old man."

Zhu Hongmiao was anxious, but realized that there are gods here, as well as an old man who doesn't know the depth, an ordinary person. It may be too late to leave now. For a while, he was powerless and annoyed. The young man stretched out his hand. Looking at the bronze plate placed on the stall, his fingers swept across the gluttonous pattern.

And this time.

The white silk from the geisha doll already spread out like a dense cobweb, passing through the air, and spreading to Zhu Hongmiao's eyebrows, but at this moment, the young man reached out and held the bronze plate in his hand and smiled: "I look forward to it. Now, we need this bronze plate, and this..."

The young man stretched out his hand to directly block the many silk threads.

Pointing to the Geisha doll, he said, "I want this thing."

thing?

Zhu Hongmao was stunned, and as expected, the old man's eyes filled with a trace of anger, but he could still hold it back.

Unexpectedly, this young man even showed off his knowledge and said casually to Zhu Hongmiao:

"Did you know that these twelve forms are considered as the most solemn dresses of Fusang. They are often worn by ladies and priests. In fact, the other name is Wuyi Tangyi, which is an improvement from Tangyi. It is known from the name and is an imitation. The Tang Dynasty dress was made, but I didn't expect to wear it till now."

"Also specifically changed the name."

Hearing the frivolity in his tone, the old man finally became angry. The white silk thread from the geisha doll sank into the palm of the young man. The old man chanted in a low voice: "Life is 50 years like a dream and an illusion, all are dream bubbles... "

The divinity of the geisha doll is good at illusion, dreamy bubble, and it is bound by memory and the past, which is the first-rate illusion, Wei Yuan smiled and looked down at the geisha doll, letting the divinity overflow. Enter the surface of your own true spirit.

The core is the support of the edict written earlier.

The old man was indifferent, and Zhu Hongmiao was unwilling, but in the sight of the line, the white silk thread suddenly stiffened and stagnated, as if solidified, Wei Yuan's eyes were slightly constricted, the past memory was like a torrent deep in the water, being stirred again, that geisha The divinity on the doll saw the scene that Wei Yuan deliberately revealed at this moment.

That is hibiscus.

The young sharp man looked at the giant tree growing on the ground, which was a collection of archipelago divinities.

Next to him, the man who was known as the first alchemist in China spoke:

"If you want to cast an immortal medicine, you must use the immortal as the material."

So the young man slowly pulled out the Da Qin war sword behind him. In the storm, thunder and roaring waves, the sword in his hand pointed forward, the rain washed the blade, the iron eagle on the hilt flapped its wings, and shuttled in the wind and thunder. A great Qin Ruishi wearing black armor rushed to the ground.

Divinity is extremely powerful.

But it cannot be stronger than the Six Nations.

The divinity of a mere overseas archipelago.

It is impossible to be stronger than the romantic Chu, than the riding and shooting Wushuang Zhao, and stronger than the brave and brave Wei.

And these kingdoms fell under the sword of Da Qin.

In the end, they paid considerable effort and price, and finally cut off the original divinity. When the huge sacred tree was cut off under the Daqin war sword, the sound at that time was like thunder in the sky, booming. Sweeping the earth and the sky, but in the ears of Da Qin Ruishi, this was just another enemy, another rout, and another wailing.

Judging from the results, there is no difference.

Who is the enemy is the least important thing.

This didn't even change their complexion.

Just like when cutting down trees, sawdust will surely splash out, and there will be divine fragments spilling out and fleeing in panic, because they want to avoid the great Qin warriors, they rushed to everywhere in panic. , And even afraid to regroup.

The great Qin warriors must collect those slightly larger divinities to ensure the maximum effect of alchemy.

So they had no choice but to panic, and no matter what was in front of them, they rushed in in one go, combined with those mundane things, exhausted their spirituality, and lost their original loftiness, so as to avoid being swept away by a net.

And because of this, the divine nature that should have gathered naturally was completely scattered into a pool of loose sand, and there is no possibility of reuniting again. A slightly larger divine nature rushed to the distance and flew past the headed young man. The blood and injuries made him pale, but his black hair was tied with a red cloth, dancing in the wind.

The divine nature saw his cold, narrow eyes, like a scabbard blade, sweeping over him indifferently.

Then he spread his five fingers and grabbed it towards him.

At this time, the sunset on the horizon suddenly dimmed, and the street lights came on to illuminate the memory.

Those eyes were like fluttering eagles that shot down the sky, and then softened. The original black armor suddenly collapsed and turned into a light-colored shirt. The boots turned into sneakers. Only those eyes and There is no change in the jade pendant on the waist.

The divinity trembled slightly.

The young man looked at him with a slight tick at the corner of his mouth.

It was like a nightmare of the year, like a wild, the battlefield that only existed in the myth came back.

That was the last glorious era of the Gods~www.mtlnovel.com~ The sharp scholars of Da Qin sang the Qin wind, overwhelming the Six Kingdoms, while the distant Rome conquered the whole territory of Sicily, the gods gradually dissipated in history, and the dark ice platform of Da Qin The young warlord came with a sword and came grandiosely.

In this modern 21st century, short hair is slightly longer, fluffy and messy, and the tip of the hair looks like a sunny young man who smiled and stretched out his hand, with his five fingers slightly spread out, reaching out to the geisha doll, the cold look under his eyes is just as it was before. No two.

The gesture of reaching out simultaneously appeared in reality and the nightmare that the divine nature could not forget.

Ancient sharp men and modern youths, the two have the same actions, one is true and the other is virtual, gradually overlapping, and finally merged into one.

"long time no see……"

He smiled and said:

"Ah, just ask."

"Do you think I'm dead?"

PS: Today's second update...four thousand words~

Thank you for Wanshang, thank you~

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