"You compensate me...you compensate me..."
"Compensate for my game..."
Seeing the boy just wave away Yan Zhou's hand casually, Fei's expression became even more impatient, and he said to Yan Zhou:
"Ignore him. Anyway, the emotional creatures here have been cleared. Just go down and tell his mother."
Yan Zhou glanced at his hands and replied, "Okay."
Arriving downstairs, Liang Atai, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came up to him: "Purge Master, how is my Alai doing?!"
Yan Zhou: "There are some skin injuries, but they are not serious. The emotional creature has been resolved."
Attai Liang breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, okay. I work outside all year round and haven't had much control over him. I'm really afraid that this kid won't be able to think about it."
Yan Zhou hesitated to speak, and finally said: "If you have time, you can take him to the hospital for some psychological counseling."
Attai Liang's expression changed instantly, and she whispered urgently: "Please keep your voice down, this is not good for others to hear."
After a pause, he added: "Thank you, I will put the tip in your account."
This is preparing to drive people away.
Fei was chilling all over, sneered, and followed Yan Zhou who turned to leave.
There are several commissions that follow, all of which are carriers of emotional creatures, either a drunken greasy man on the roadside, a rebellious and world-weary child in an apartment, or a man or woman who wants to commit suicide.
Invariably bad tempered.
Fei, who had been bombarded by "psychopaths" for several rounds, was completely speechless. In front of the last woman who was domestically abused but blamed Yan Zhou for hurting her husband, Fei said calmly:
"In this case, you can stay together for the rest of your life."
After saying that, he raised his fingertips slightly, and the white beam of light turned into a flexible rope that tightly bound the man and woman together.
The ear-piercing screams of a man and a woman rang out.
Yan Zhou rubbed his ears and looked at Fei next to him.
Fei said: "After an hour, the rope will be loosened."
Yan Zhou: "Aren't you afraid of them complaining?"
Fei was indifferent: "They can try to see who is the better lawyer. These years of being a master are not for nothing."
…
After completing the tasks for a day, both of them felt tired. They didn't know what kind of Tai Sui they had hit today. The client and the client were extremely abnormal, which caused "after-sales" difficulties.
Yan Zhou sighed and said to Fei, "That's it for today. Let's go back to the hotel and rest."
Lying on the bed, Yan Zhou's mind flashed through the behavior of those people possessed by emotional creatures today... very strange, very weird.
But I can't tell exactly what's wrong.
Maybe she was thinking too much, so she fell asleep just like that...
Somehow, she, who had always been dreamless, actually had a very beautiful dream.
In the dream, she was still in Qingyun Mountain, and her senior sister was rescued alive. Those beasts were punished as they deserved. The master's temper became gentler and gentler, and the days went on in such an orderly manner.
Plain and cozy.
This time she successfully ascended to the throne of Dao Lord without coming to the interstellar era...
…
Sleep until you wake up naturally.
Yan Zhou was awakened by the sunshine. When she opened her eyes, she was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up and checked the time.
This look...
She had slept for more than ten hours, and it was almost noon.
Yan Zhou was silent and opened the group chat.
The chat record of the always lively group chat ended at 0:34 yesterday, and there are no new messages today.
Are they... still sleeping?
"Weng——"
Someone came to order. It was an unknown number.
Yan Zhou paused with his fingers for two seconds, then opened them to answer the call.
"Yan Zhou, I'm Fei, something big happened!"
"What's up?"
Fei's voice was unusually unstable: "A mass suicide occurred in the city today. A total of more than 100 people committed suicide... only four of them were rescued."
As he said this, he sent a friend application message.
After Yan Zhou passed, he saw the list sent by the other party.
The more he looked at her, the tighter his eyebrows became.
At least a quarter of these one hundred people were the ones she commissioned yesterday.
The leader is the child named Wen Lai.
The two big red characters at the back came into view.
Distressed.
It seems that it was not saved.
"Did the police find anything suspicious?"
Fei: "Not yet. I thought they were organized at first, but after investigation, I found... they don't know each other either online or in real life."
"This is the most outrageous thing. They committed suicide collectively at the same time without any warning."
Yan Zhou: "Are you going out? I'll wait for you in the hotel lobby."
Fei: "Okay."
In the hotel lobby, Yan Zhou and Fei met.
Fei took a few steps forward: "Because we had contact with people on the suicide list yesterday, we have to go to the police station."
Yan Zhou nodded, called a Didi with his mobile phone, and headed to the police station in the city center.
Seeing the two people coming together, the policeman was stunned, then pulled out the chair next to him and motioned for the two to sit down.
Have a good attitude.
One of them is a well-known master, and the other is a recently commissioned celebrity. Secondly, there is not much suspicion, so there is no need for the police department to offend them.
The police officer who made the inquiry was a middle-aged man. He asked Wen Lai if he had any unusual behavior yesterday and if there were any other victims he had contact with.
Yan Zhou was calm and composed, and slowly told what he knew and saw.
Halfway through, she seemed to remember something and said: "Wen Lai was addicted to computer games, which led to the possession of Internet addiction emotional creatures... After contacting him, I felt that he had some psychological problems. It seems that Liang Atai failed to notice this because of his busy work ."
She said it politely, but the police understood.
"Okay, we will keep an eye on it, thank you both."
After leaving the police station, Fei was about to say something when his cell phone rang.
Fei was stunned when he saw the name of the caller.
He didn’t know why the people from the Cleaners Association called him.
So the call was connected:
"Master Fei, come to the association quickly! The president, he is possessed by an emotional creature!"
What? !
Fei looked serious: "What's going on? I remember that the old president goes to the hospital every year to check his mood."
There were screams and the sound of breaking things coming from the phone line. It was extremely chaotic. After a burst of electronic sound, the other party hung up the phone.
"Purge Division Association?"
Yan Zhou asked after listening to the entire call.
Fei nodded: "I have some friendship with the old president, so without further ado we—"
He stopped talking, turned his face and asked:
"are you going?"
Yan Zhou was noncommittal: "I'll get the motorcycle, it's so fast."
The motorcycle was driving down the street like an aurora. Fei was sitting in the back seat, awkwardly holding the corner of the boy's clothes in front of him, and all the broken hair in his ears was blown by the wind.
There is a faint cold fragrance on the tip of the nose, like frozen mint in the snowy mountains. It is slightly bitter and cool but blends into a special fragrance.
Very light, as if there is nothing.
Yan Zhou followed Fei's prompts and arrived at the Purifier Association soon.
The carved beams and painted buildings of the association are full of ancient charm, but judging from the degree of discoloration, they must have been aged for a long time.
(End of chapter)
