Chapter 155 It’s Late at Night

Little Mermaid Doudou's recipe has been expanded again, and now Hao Ren can basically guess the rule: all bamboo fibers.

After discovering that the little guy was eating cardboard as happily as he was eating chopsticks, Hao Ren immediately ran to the basement to find a few wooden strips, sawed them into small pieces, cleaned them up, and tried feeding them to Doudou. The result was that the little guy was now holding up He was soaking like a ball on his belly in the water, burping happily and talking to himself while paddling. She is addicted to all bamboo fibers and things containing these fibers. She eats chopsticks, wooden sticks, pieces of paper, books, everything. To be honest, if her mouth is not too small to swallow, I'm afraid she can't even eat the TV cabinet. Take two bites. In fact, Doudou is already interested in the furniture that exudes "food aroma" at home. Currently, Hao Ren is strictly preventing her from biting the table: the little one can start biting from the ridges of the table legs, where she will bite...

Vivian was having a special "communication" at the table with a little bat that had just returned from patrol to report. She wrapped the little bat in a ball of blood mist, floated it in front of her and slowly analyzed it. The bat looked like The ink generally melted slowly in the blood mist, and now it was pale and only a shadow was left. Nangong Wuyue looked at this wonderful magic in amazement, and couldn't help but ask: "I heard that you are directly related to your bat." Since our senses are shared, why do we still need them to come back and report the situation?”

"A lot of information cannot be conveyed directly through sensory sharing, and the energy I can allocate is limited during the sharing process. Some trivial things can easily be ignored." Vivian finished disassembling a small bat and transformed it into The shadow returned to its own shadow, "Split the little bat's memory like this to review the scenes they have explored over and over again, and sometimes you will find some small details."

"Then what did you find?" Hao Ren asked.

"This bat flew the farthest. I let it go to the northern suburbs, where we fought the two Eben werewolves last time. Wasn't that place burned to rubble by Big Blue with a lightning storm? I Traces of witchcraft were found nearby."

Hao Ren was stunned: "Witchcraft? Demon hunters still use witchcraft?"

"They know everything," Vivian nodded, "Or to put it another way, most of the primitive superstitious forms on the earth today, such as exorcism, witchcraft, totem worship, and praying for blessings and cures diseases, these activities have more or less origins. They are all related to the demon hunters. Very early on, the demon hunters taught these simple techniques to ordinary humans, so that ordinary people could barely fight against weaker aliens. These techniques did not require magic and mental power. Instead, there are some materials that exist in nature, so that even ordinary people without magic talents can master them, so they were very popular in ancient times. Thousands of years ago, tribal wizards took chronic poisons and burned incense to create magic in the dark night. To protect their own people, their rituals at that time were indeed effective. However, as time went by, most of the aliens had been hunted down by the demon hunters until they were exterminated, and the remaining aliens had either degenerated or simply Losing power and turning into ordinary humans or alien beasts, the various witchcraft that humans once relied on to protect themselves will no longer be useful. These skills have been continuously distorted as they are passed down from generation to generation, and now they have simply turned into a ridiculous farce - —But in the real circle of witchers, witchcraft still exists, and it has been passed down to this day together with their various evil-killing spells."

Yzaks was listening and commented casually: "These guys called demon hunters seem to do good things."

"There are no such simple good guys and bad guys," Vivian shrugged. "Looking at the overall situation, they are 'good guys' to humans, but to aliens, they are villains at all times."

"Maybe it's because I come from another world. I don't have any prejudice against any race in this world." Yzaks scratched his barren scalp. "To me, they are all foreign races. It's just that those of the demon hunters Stubbornness makes me feel troublesome.”

"So the demon hunter has discovered the traces of the battle that day," Hao Ren scratched his chin and smacked his lips, "Didn't you say that the traces of the scene have been cleaned up? There is no supernatural power left at all. How come it was still discovered? ?”

"Supernatural forces can indeed be eliminated, but it is unnatural for such a large area to be burned to ashes by a lightning storm for no reason," Vivian tugged at the corner of her mouth, "You can guess it with a little bit of normal logic. What happened there? Now I'm just wondering how they found it - the southern suburbs and the northern suburbs are at opposite ends of the city. After we finished the fight that day, we were very careful not to leave any traces that could be traced. Where did it come from? Something went wrong?"

Everyone was discussing business here. Lily, who was lying on the sofa watching TV, stopped: "I'm so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed. Please don't talk about these disturbing things at night, okay? I'm still watching TV."

Vivian rolled her eyes and said, "You can't go back to your room to see? This is such a big deal, why are you so heartless?"

"My room is deserted, but here it is lively," Lily mumbled as she lay on the sofa, then continued to yell while flopping around, "Oh, I'm so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed..."

"Don't make trouble," Hao Ren tapped Lily on the head, "We're talking about business here."

In the past, Hao Ren would definitely not have allowed the renter to make such a fuss in the living room, but now that he knew that he was raising a husky, he would naturally treat Lily with the same lenient standards as he would treat a husky. Whenever the latter made a fuss, he would It was just a few words of criticism. Lily didn't realize the reason for this lenient treatment. She kept praising Hao Ren as a good and broad-minded person, and spent the whole day foolishly raising her favorability score.

With a "crash", Doudou jumped out of his pot and pulled Hao Ren's arm to make a gesture of sleeping. Hao Ren happened to be a little sleepy. When he looked up, he saw that it was already past ten o'clock. He yawned: "Then I'll go back to sleep first. Maybe there won't be any movement from the witcher tonight."

"Well," Vivian looked over with a smile, "Just keep your spirits up. I'll be on guard at night."

Hao Ren nodded and walked towards the house with the little fish baby in his arms. But just halfway through, Doudou screamed and pointed in the direction of the coffee table. As soon as Hao Ren was in a daze, he saw Nangong Wuyue holding a hand in his hand. Kouguo caught up and said, "Bring the child's mother with you."

Hao Ren: "...let's not mention the child's mother?!"

Nangong Wuyue had a narrow smile on her face, ignoring the expression on Hao Ren's face that was almost black: "Put half of the water in the pot and let Doudou sleep in the pot at night, so that she won't pester you. Now. You don’t want to lie down all night wearing the same clothes as last night, do you?”

Hao Ren finally relaxed his brows when he heard this. This was the only good news - fortunately, the little mermaid was satisfied as long as she could sleep in the pot. If the little one insisted on letting Hao Ren hold her with his left hand and the pot with his right hand, Then this day is really unbearable!

Hao Ren took his daughter back to the room to sleep (look at the verb, carry!). After thinking for a long time, he decided to put the little girl on the desk far away from the bed instead of on the bedside table: he didn't want Doudou to sleep until midnight. Suddenly he turned over and splashed water on his face. After putting the pot down, Hao Ren still felt that this was quite funny. He had been single for twenty-five years, and suddenly he had a daughter—a mermaid daughter! You said that fate is so wonderful.

"Go to bed tonight and don't pester me like you did yesterday." Hao Ren was lying in front of the desk, staring at Doudou who was also lying on the edge of the pot. He didn't care whether the little guy could understand or not. This is what people say, "Don't run around casually. If necessary, call someone. Also, don't jump on the ground to prevent someone from stepping on you."

"Uh-ha," the little guy stretched out his hand and touched Hao Ren's nose, making a long sound, then flexibly circled and swam to the bottom of the pot, curled up and went to sleep. It seemed that he really understood what Hao Ren just said. As if telling her something.

Hao Ren looked at the little guy lying quietly at the bottom of the pot and hesitated for a long time whether to close the lid - he was afraid that the little guy would jump out for a walk in the middle of the night and be stepped on. But after thinking for a long time, he remembered what it would be like to wake up and find himself locked in a dark iron pot, so he didn't take off the lid.

He placed the data terminal next to the pot: This thing doesn't sleep anyway, so let it watch the kids.

Outside, the night is getting darker.

The moon slowly rises to the top of the sky, and then slowly sinks to one side. The streets are already deserted. The roads at night in late autumn are deserted and desolate. Only the occasional barking of dogs can be heard in the distance, which is the sound of sleepless wandering. The dogs are delivering information from a distance.

Three rapid barkings suddenly broke the calm of the night.