After taking the clothes, Feng Wuli went to the hospital.
Not all characters in the company have to fight to the death. In fact, Feng Wuli has worked in the company for so many years, and there is only one case that requires force to be solved.
Most of them are mediation and persuasion. The remaining parts require force, but most of them don't need him. The power of an individual is not very useful in modern times, but occasionally there is a shortage of personnel.
It is true that he is a good hunting dog in the company, but this time the task is to catch autumn fish, and the ospreys on the river are doing the work. Director Yang just made it very clear that this time he went to work just like those who brushed up their resumes in the past. The tasks are the same, but he doesn't actually need to do any work.
This time he is just fishing on the company's boat.
But this is so embarrassing.
So he pretends to be busy every time.
When entering the ward, in addition to Director Yang, there were two people in the room wearing Tonglian company uniforms. A boy was lying on the bed. Next to the boy was a plain white ward bedside with a bouquet of daisies placed on it. They are obviously fresh flowers, but they look as crisp as dried flowers. They are not well-trimmed and the decoration has no sense of beauty at all - at first glance, they are not bought by our family.
"Hey, Xiaofeng, you're here."
"Good evening, Director Yang." He and the other two staff members also nodded.
"Haha, I haven't seen you for a while and you're cumming again. You must be 185, right?"
"I haven't measured it yet. It should be close." He felt that he had grown several centimeters in his senior year of high school, and he didn't know if he could still grow in college.
"Oh, you were so thin when you first came to the company. You just reached my shoulders and you were taller than me in the blink of an eye." He sighed with a beer belly, which was quite touching. In fact, Feng Wuli also wanted to say, where did you go in those days? He was so majestic and domineering when he stood bare-chested and killed the demon king with a knife, and now he was pregnant with Liujia.
"Director Yang, when you say this, I feel like you will ask me for something later."
Director Yang glared at him angrily, and then said, "You said you don't need to come over, but you won't be able to help me much."
"Who are you?" He looked at the person on the hospital bed.
"Searching for ghosts."
Director Yang said in a deep voice: "These children, without exception, are still unconscious because the Yang God has gone missing. It is different from death. After death, the Yang God will leave the body because the Yin God has dissipated. They Both the body and the yin spirit are still alive, and if the yang spirit can be brought back, it can be restored."
"Just like a vegetative state."
"Well, in fact, many cases of vegetative state are caused by the separation of Yang Shen from the body." Director Yang said, then looked at Feng Wuli, and suddenly thought, "By the way, you don't seem to have Yang Shen either."
Of course Feng Wuli is there now, but if others know that Wang Xilou's Yang Shen is here, I'm afraid it will cause a turmoil. Everyone is afraid of nuclear weapons, but he is the remote control of nuclear weapons - that's very embarrassing.
"Can I get it back?"
"We can only do our best." He had a headache and sighed: "Edmund Lorca said that everything you walk through will leave traces. His Yangshen cannot disappear out of thin air. We can find the abnormal spiritual power by looking for traces. Fluctuate, thereby catching the criminal."
Feng Wuli said bluntly: "This is the goal, no matter how you think about it, it doesn't look like you can save it. It's impossible for someone to take away your Yangshen and take it home to play house. It sounds like the devil in the story, taking away the soul." Eat with wine."
Director Yang sighed: "Let's try our best to take a look."
Feng Wuli also sighed, what a pity to be alone, still so young.
"Who is Edmund Lorca?"
"The father of forensics."
Feng Wuli glanced at him in surprise. Director Yang touched his beer belly and said, "My daughter has watched something from "The Ten Deadly Sins" recently."
"Primary school students like to watch this now." Feng Wuli used to watch "Charlie IX".
"By the way, what are you holding in your hands?" Director Yang looked confused when he saw him carrying two transparent clothing bags.
"Oh, aren't these going to the Comic Expo tomorrow? These are clothes for the character S." Feng Wuli raised his hand.
s things.
"Haha, my daughter also likes these cartoons." Director Yang took a look and felt something was wrong: "Hey, your clothes..."
"What's wrong?"
"Why does it look a bit like that maid outfit?"
"That's right."
Director Yang's expression suddenly became complicated.
Although he knows that young people are having fun nowadays and some boys like to wear girls' clothes, he has a more traditional concept and always feels that this is not good.
He knew that Feng Wuli's parents had not been around him since he was a child, which obviously had a great impact on a boy's growth. Mr. Wang Xilou, a lady who is several hundred years old, would definitely not be able to educate children. Wuli was brought up by such a girl's family, surrounded by The lack of adult male role models may indeed form some concepts that are somewhat different from what the public accepts.
As an elder who watched him grow up, I didn't realize this.
He said politely: "That's unreasonable. Director Yang didn't say that boys can't wear this kind of thing, but you have to know..."
"Uh? Director Yang, what are you talking about? This is not what I'm wearing."
"It's not what you're wearing."
"Yes, Wang Xilou wore it."
"..." Director Yang touched the crotch in his trousers and thought about the ban on smoking in the hospital. He felt that he had not heard clearly and asked: "You mean, Mr. Wang Xilou will wear a maid outfit and go out with you tomorrow?" ?」
Feng Wuli nodded.
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Feng Wuli: (??⊿??)??
"What's wrong?" He was puzzled.
"I can't accept it for a while."
As a local practitioner, in Director Yang's mind, he somewhat worships the legends of local gods and demons that he has heard since he was a child. When he was a child, the company elders would say, "If you don't practice well, Wang Xilou will take you back and eat you." They would scare him, but if he got any typhoid fever, he would say, "Wait a minute and go to the community altar at the entrance of the village to offer some incense to Aunt Wang."
Master Wang Xilou's status in the eyes of Xiangdi practitioners and even some older generation mortals is probably similar to Lin Moniang's status in the hearts of the Hu Jian people.
It's like letting their Queen Mother wear a bunny girl, how do you ask him to accept it?
Fortunately, he was not so gentle and unreasonable.
Because Wang Xilou actually wore Bunny Girl.
One night, Director Yang led people to confirm the conditions of several admitted patients. Feng Wuli was unable to help, and even gave Director Yang a late-night snack.
Although he followed behind and worked all night without knowing what he was doing, at least he felt that he had contributed to his work.
In the evening, go back and coax the little zombie.
Wang Xilou was so angry that he actually asked his master to wear a maid uniform and vowed to die.
I spent a lot of time talking.
Her determined tone softened.
The next day, seven o'clock in the morning.
Wang Xilou sat cross-legged against the head of the bed, holding the wig in his hand and giggling: "What is this? Master, do you still want to wear a wig?"
She knows that this is something that young people like nowadays, just like they liked to watch shadow plays and puppet shows back then. The young scholars liked story books like "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "The Palace of Eternal Life". Later, talkies and screen movies were also the same. That's all.
Each generation has its own way of entertainment. For example, many things today may seem deviant to people in their seventies or eighties, but in the eyes of immortals like her who have to refresh them every few decades, they are really nothing. Our ancestors were sometimes even more open-minded than modern people.
These young things that the general public like are constantly changing, and I am not unable to accept them.
She just thought it was so funny.
You also have to wear a wig to play and dress up as a ghost to attend parties.
She put it on her head and asked with a smile, "How do you see it?"
"Your hair needs to be covered with a hair net, so your hair is exposed."
Feng Wuli took off her wig and gave her a hair net to cover her hair. Wang Xilou felt it was strange, but seeing his rare appearance of being in high spirits, she let him go.
"Then put on this wig." Feng Wuli put it on for her.
"Hey, she has blue hair." She looked at this unconventional hair color, but she thought it was pretty good-looking. Of course, the main reason was that she had good looks. Although she couldn't be good-looking, her looks were good enough to make her feel like a person. , so that there will be no drama.
"Clothes, put on some clothes too." Feng Wuli was looking forward to it.
She glanced at him and said, "We agreed that we will give Master a pat on the back and shoulders for a month."
"..."
"Tsk, tsk, you actually have white silk stockings, you are so beautiful, kid." She spat.
The nightgown she was wearing was taken off and thrown aside. She thought about how to put it on. Socks were easy, just put them on her legs.
"These socks are quite comfortable to wear." The toes in her socks opened and curled up flexibly. Then she picked up another sock, put it on the toes and pulled it to the thigh. When she let go, it bounced on the flesh. The tight white silk stretched out her thighs.
Feng Wuli blushed just looking at it.
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