When the staff of the logistics department finished cleaning up the scene, it was almost noon.

I have to say, the Secret Service is beautiful.

After cleaning up the two corpses and the blood on the ground, they also used disinfectant and freshener to help Chen Xian deal with it. The refreshing floral fragrance immediately covered up the stench.

Until finally, a few staff members moved in a large box from outside and carefully placed it on the ground.

The carton box was tightly sealed, and outsiders couldn't see what was inside at all. Chen Xian was very curious and couldn't help but leaned forward to take a look.

The staff opened the package three times and five times by two, which contained a large 70-inch TV.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xian was stunned for a long time.

"This matter should be treated as a misunderstanding." Zhao Song stood outside the gate smoking a cigarette, pointed to the TV that was moved into the living room by the staff, and said, "If a neighbor asks, you say that the TV is broken. The voices I heard before were all misunderstandings."

"Are you sure you want to say that?" Chen Xian looked back at the TV and asked tentatively, "That time is not short, does anyone believe it?"

"You don't care if others believe it or not, you can just believe it yourself." Zhao Song said, looking down and holding the phone, he didn't know what he was messing with, his face was very serious, "After half a month or a month, this matter will be gone. People can remember."

Chen Xian nodded suspiciously, as if he was still a little worried, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Don't think too much." Zhao Song showed a smile and comforted, "The people in our department are good at changing clothes. Before, they all wore police uniforms for a few laps, and they also explained it to some neighbors along the way. Many people I believe it, it's not as complicated as you think, after all, the credibility of this dress is still there."

"Since you said that, I'm relieved." Chen Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Keep this TV, it seems to be a new one just released this year. The picture and sound effects are pretty good." Zhao Song smiled and put the phone in his pocket, "This time it's public funds to reimburse you, and there are You'll have to pay for it next time."

Zhao Song is a strange person, at least in Chen Xian's eyes.

When doing business, he is unsmiling, rigid like a zombie, but sometimes he shows a friendly side, and the contrast between the front and the back is not so big.

"Now this matter is dealt with, I will lead the team back first, and then contact me later."

"It's hard work, I think you haven't eaten yet, why don't we have a meal together?"

"No need to."

Zhao Song directly rejected Chen Xian's invitation, and waved his hand to greet other members of the logistics department to close the team.

When Chen Xian sent them out of Laoluoguxiang and watched them drive away, it was almost noon.

On the way home, Chen Xian met many neighbors, and he received a series of attention without any accident. There were also some gossip old men and old ladies who came over and asked him what happened last night.

Chen Xian's answer was taught by Zhao Song, and it was just a sentence.

"The television does not work."

When Chen Xian used this sentence as an answer, his heart was still quite empty, but he kept hypnotizing himself. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

Go back to the house, close the door, and lock it.

Chen Xian stood in the empty yard for a while, took a deep breath, made sure that he couldn't smell the stench before, and then completely relaxed, turned and walked into the room in the far corner.

That side room was used as a guest room in the past, but Chen Xian's family is different from other families. It may be because Chen Ba has no relatives and friends, and Chen Xian has no contact with outsiders, so in his memory, that room has always been there. It was empty, and it was only used once today to show the residual heat.

Standing outside the side room, Chen Xian listened quietly for a while, and found that the girl didn't seem to have woken up.

In order not to wake the girl, Chen Xian gently took out the key and opened the door carefully.

As soon as he opened the door, Chen Xian saw the girl sitting on the bed in a daze.

The girl should have woken up long ago, but she has never made a sound. She has maintained the motion of sitting cross-legged on the bed so far, her head is tilted, as if she is about to die from boredom, and she keeps yawning.

Seeing that the door was opened, she didn't react, and still stared outside.

After a while, she seemed to slowly come back to her senses, watching Chen Xian blink her eyes, suddenly jumped, jumped from the bed to the ground happily, and ran to Chen Xian's side.

"Chen... leisurely..."

"You're very good today." Chen Xian nodded and looked at the girl with satisfaction. He gently rubbed the girl's head twice as if he was comforting a small animal, as if praising a child, his voice was rare and gentle , "Neither running around nor making a sound, no one else noticed you, and you behaved very well."

The girl happily threw herself in Chen Xian's arms, her little head kept rubbing against Chen Xian's palm, as if she wanted more.

"They gave us a TV today, don't you like watching TV?"

Chen Xian was probably afraid that she would run around again and again, so he subconsciously held her hand and slowly led her out of the house.

The old house seems to have changed and become a little strange.

The old house in the past was filled with a deadly and gloomy atmosphere, which made people feel a little inexplicably cold, as if these houses had always been shrouded in some kind of shadow that lasted all year round, and the sky that could be seen from the yard was always there. It was gloomy, but now...

The courtyard covered with blue bricks seems to have lost a bit of the air of immortality, and more of the fireworks that the mortal world should have.

Some noisy, some noisy.

Maybe this is how life should be.

After Chen Xian helped the girl adjust the new TV, he went out alone to the farmers market to buy some vegetables. Compared with yesterday, the girl today looks more reassuring. At least Chen Xian can let her stay at home alone. animation, instead of throwing her into a room like a prisoner like before.

The sunshine in March is always just right. Chen Xian, who was walking in Laoluoguxiang, was deeply touched by this. Although the afternoon sunshine was a bit dazzling, it was still soft, and the warmth fell on him, which was indescribably comfortable.

After bought the vegetables and went home to cook, there was a little smoke rising from the old house.

When Chen Xian and the girl sat down at the dining table again, the sky just turned gloomy, and the dark clouds seemed to be about to rain.

"Chen Xian...Head..." The girl didn't eat like she used to, maybe because she was thinking about other things, her appetite didn't seem to be strong, and a pair of light and lovely eyes, Always spinning on Chen Xian's head, mumbling, "Chen Xian...head...ache..."

"My head doesn't hurt, the wound is healed, look." Chen Xian tilted his head at the girl, motioning for her to see the wound Xu Sanhan left him earlier.

Of course, that can't be considered a wound, it can only be said that it was the place where it was injured before. The skin of that piece was fair and tender, and it was completely unrecognizable as if it had just grown, and there was almost no color difference from the skin of other parts.

The girl opened her eyes wide and lay on Chen Xian's head as if looking for lice, looking very carefully.

After watching it for about three or four minutes, the girl was completely relieved and went to eat happily.

During this process, Chen Xian has been observing her.

From the perspective of the most basic expression ability, the girl has made great progress. Although she sometimes speaks inarticulately and her sentences are intermittent, but compared with the past, at least now her expression can be easier for people. Understand, and she can understand more words than before.

It seems that I haven't communicated with her much during this time. She spends most of her time on TV... Is it because of watching TV?

Chen Xian analyzed silently, and looked at the girl from time to time, as if trying to find some answers on her face.

But every time the girl seemed to be able to detect Chen Xian's gaze, when she found that Chen Xian was looking at herself, she would always raise her head back and forth with curious eyes.

After the meal, Chen Xian was cleaning the tableware when the phone rang suddenly.

"Hello, who is it?" Chen Xian held the phone between his shoulders and looked a little awkward while answering the phone with his head tilted. His left and right hands were not free, and he was sweating profusely.

"Looking for you!" The old liar's voice came from over there, and he seemed to be in a hurry, "Are you alright, kid?"

"It's okay, what's the matter?" Chen Xian replied, he didn't take the initiative to talk about what happened last night, and he didn't plan to let the old liar know, lest he get upset.

The old liar was silent for a few seconds, then asked in a low voice, "Did someone trouble you last night?"

"This thing..." Chen Xian put the tableware and chopsticks in the sink, took the towel next to him and wiped his hands, his tone was calm as if nothing had happened, "Yes, but it has been resolved."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Xian seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked the old liar before he could speak.

"Master Ge, I found something wrong with this evil weapon."

"Something's wrong? What's wrong?" the old liar asked suspiciously.

"The people it kills..."

As Chen Xian said, he turned his head and glanced into the yard from the window, as if recalling the scene from last night.

"Their souls seem to be gone."