Chapter 285 "Borrow"

He Lingchuan counted with his fingers: "Among the five, I caught only two." Your efficiency is too low, isn't it? "Aren't there curfews at night?"

What he actually wanted to say was that Panlong City must have frequently released the Three Corpse Insects for patrols, but they still couldn't catch those monsters?

"They changed their schedules and don't appear at night." Sparrowhawk said, "They don't appear in the bright sun, but only on cloudy days. They are probably afraid of the sun's true fire. These things are not very smart. We suspect someone is behind it. And--"

It hesitated.

"What else?" Experience told him that the next part of this kind of talk is often the key point.

"Commander Zhong asked the most experienced pharmacist to check these monsters. I was there at the time. They concluded that these monsters were still in the larval stage."

"Larval stage?" He Lingchuan frowned, "Are they still cubs?"

"The fontanelles on their heads are very large and have not yet begun to close. The pharmacist determined that they are larvae." Sparrowhawk repeated, "Either babies or fetuses."

"Fetus?" He Lingchuan was shocked, "It's so difficult to deal with, but it's still a fetus?"

How terrifying can these ghosts be when they grow up?

"Therefore, they are instinctively afraid of strong light and only go out on cloudy days." Sparrowhawk resisted the urge to flap his wings, "Since the first monster appeared, there have not been many cloudy days." So the few monsters they captured are not because they didn't work hard enough.

"That little monster, did it come here by itself?"

"Well, it walked and stopped, as if it was looking for something, and finally walked to your wall." The sparrowhawk was originally flying high in the sky to monitor, "I saw it wanted to turn around and bite you, so I came down."

"Thank you." He Lingchuan was deeply moved and gently stroked its head.

The sparrowhawk dodged his hand with disdain: "If you want to thank me, light up the stove!"

This room is cold, it's almost frozen to death!

"Okay, okay." He Lingchuan thought about how he was indeed not hospitable, "I'll light the fire now."

He walked around the kitchen and found that there was no charcoal and firewood.

Yes, I used up all the charcoal and firewood last time I entered the dream, and I was too lazy to replenish it.

Anyway, I am strong and healthy, and I can get through it with my righteousness.

What should I do now? He Lingchuan thought for a moment, picked up the only blanket and wrapped the sparrowhawk: "Wait, I'll go borrow some charcoal, I'll be back in a moment."

...

After leaving He Lingchuan's house, the patrolman turned and walked further and further away, and finally entered an empty alley.

The walls on both sides were very low, and the trees above were very tall. A house next to it was being renovated, the door was open, and the materials were piled up, but there was no one in the house.

The sky was overcast, and it would rain soon.

The patrolman looked around and made sure that no one was following him, so he slipped in.

He stood in the corner behind the house, picked up the straw basket, and his eyes were parallel to the little monster in the basket.

One person and one monster, staring at each other for a few breaths.

Then, the little monster made a clicking sound, as if to confide in each other.

The patrolman did not move, and after the little monster finished speaking, he actually made a clicking sound!

Listen carefully, the sound did not come from his throat, but from his chest!

Then the patrolman put down the straw basket and wanted to pour the little monster on the snow.

If you apply a few layers of snow powder on it, and the snow melts after a while to reduce the stickiness of the glue, maybe it can get out of trouble.

However, at this moment, an arrow shot from not far away directly nailed the patrolman's arm to the wall.

He didn't even feel pain, nor did he scream, and then the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air came late.

The patrolman stretched out his hand to pull out the arrow, but the next arrow came again, nailing his other hand to the wall.

He finally let out an angry roar, and pulled hard regardless of anything, and actually pulled his palm off the entire long arrow!

The arrow was still nailed to the wall, covered with blood from head to tail.

But he was still a step slower, and the third arrow hit the heart!

The patrolman was stunned and his head dropped, but the back of his back moved, and something suddenly jumped out from here, trying to escape along the corner of the wall.

Its actions were extremely decisive, and the speed was as fast as light. Even if others watched it with their own eyes, they could only see a residual image passing through the air.

Unfortunately, the fourth arrow arrived and hit the target, as if it had calculated the path it would take.

It jumped up like this, as if it was approaching the arrow itself.

"Gah——" a rough scream.

These four simple arrows forced it out of its hiding place and nailed it to the wall.

It was calm and relaxed.

Only then could we see clearly that the one jumping out from behind the guard was also a monster, looking like a long-legged spider, with eight legs at least three feet long, but as thin as noodles, and a body only the size of a duck egg, with a fierce human face hidden on its back.

After being hit by this arrow, its eight claws scratched and scratched on the wall, but it didn't even scratch the wall skin -

Its long legs are used for delicate work, such as injecting venom, controlling human nerves, and making the skin speak and move normally, rather than for smashing and looting.

Apparently, this patrol was accidentally attacked by it and then turned into a skin for the monster to live in.

It deceived He Lingchuan's trust just to save the little monster in the straw basket.

Unfortunately, there was someone behind.

At this time, a figure jumped down from the wall, approached silently, pulled out the feather arrow, and stuffed the arrow and the spider monster into the quiver.

The little monster in the straw basket kept making noises, and in addition to cursing, its little eyes seemed to be full of fear.

The figure picked up the straw basket and disappeared into the alley with a few leaps.

…

He Lingchuan jumped onto the wall.

Yes, it was the low wall between his house and Sun Fuling's. The solution he came up with was to borrow some firewood from a good neighbor's house.

As a teacher at Shumin Academy, the salary he received was so much that he couldn't burn it all. Otherwise, how could it be called "salary"?

By the way, why did that little monster come here?

The moment he climbed over the wall, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he suddenly figured out what was wrong just now:

The little monster in the straw basket had been struggling from beginning to end, except-

Except when he talked to the patrol guard.

Except when he handed the straw basket to the patrol guard.

At these two times, the little monster was as quiet as a child.

Why?

He Lingchuan was stunned for several seconds and patted his head in annoyance.

There must be something wrong with that patrol guard! But after so long, who knows where this person has slipped away.

What was he thinking at the time, why did he believe it so easily?

The matter has passed, and it is useless to think too much.

He sighed and continued to look for firewood.

Sun Fuling's courtyard was empty, with only a chair and a ladder under the eaves. The snow on the ground melted and turned into ice, which was crystal clear and slippery.

This courtyard was cleaner than his face, but there was no one.

It seemed that Sun Fuling had not come back for several days. Wasn't she on winter vacation recently? Why was she gone again?

There was no firewood in the yard, so He Lingchuan decided to go to the kitchen to look for it. At most, he could leave her a note.

Since they were close, they could be casual.

He pushed the door and walked in, and found that there was indeed a pile of firewood in the corner of the kitchen, and there was charcoal next to it. I don't know how long she had been saving for the gift.

He Lingchuan looked at the pile of firewood that was taller than a person, and wondered if this Miss Sun didn't keep warm at home?

Otherwise, how could she save so much firewood?

Looking at the kitchen again, there were all kinds of pots, pans, and utensils, but they were arranged too neatly, and there was no trace of smoke or fire anywhere, like a model room.

He Lingchuan reached under the stove and found no smoke, only a little ash.

Miss Sun said she couldn't cook, and she wasn't modest.

But didn't she boil water? She usually quenched her thirst by eating snow?

The door between the bedroom and the kitchen was not closed. He Lingchuan knew he shouldn't go over there, but his legs wouldn't listen to him.

Sun Fuling's bedroom was also spotless, with clean and neat bedding, and a chair against the wall with two books on it. He Lingchuan looked at them and found they were all idle books.

There was also a box by the wall, with a lock, but it was not locked.

There was also a half-burned candle on the lid of the box.

He Lingchuan glanced at the room again, but didn't see anything unusual, so his eyes turned to the box.

Should I open it or not?

He had seen Sun Fuling go back to the room to get medicine several times, but he didn't see the medicine box here, so the medicine was placed in the box?

What else was in it?

There was a "creak" sound from outside, and the courtyard door opened.

Oops.

He Lingchuan quickly went around the kitchen and opened the door to go out.

Then, he met Sun Fuling who stepped into the yard.

Both of them were stunned.

Sun Fuling was a little surprised and blinked, holding things in both hands.

He Lingchuan knew without looking in the mirror that he must be embarrassed on his face.

"Hi." His voice was very weak, "You are back."

Sun Fuling looked at the wall and then at him, as if she understood something: "What's the matter?"

"I'll..." He Lingchuan laughed, "Borrow some firewood."

He saw that the leather bag in the other's hand was bulging, and hurried forward to help: "I'll help you carry it."

Sun Fuling handed the things to him, then went into her kitchen, brought out a large bundle of firewood and a large bundle of charcoal, and stuffed them all into his hands, "I can't use them all, you can take them as you like."

A creaking sound suddenly came from next door.

Sun Fuling noticed it: "What's that sound?"

"Birds chirping." He Lingchuan pouted on the ground, "Just now, the sparrowhawk fought with a monster in your yard and was injured. I treated it. It kept complaining about being cold, so..."

He shook the firewood in his hand.

"Is it injured?" Sun Fuling was slightly moved. She was also there when the sparrowhawk came to visit last time. "I'll go over and take a look." After saying that, she turned around and pushed the door open.

Of course, He Lingchuan couldn't go back the same way, so he had to follow her out the door, took two steps and pushed open the door of his own yard: "Come in."

He went to the kitchen to light the fire, and when he turned around, he saw Sun Fuling squatting down to check the sparrowhawk's injuries and even reached out to stroke its back.

The sparrowhawk not only didn't hide, but closed its eyes, looking very happy.

"..."Does this bird look down on people? Why did it dislike him just now?

"How pitiful! Its feathers are all broken. It looks like it will take some time to grow up before it can fly." Sun Fuling took out a small bag of dried meat from somewhere, tore it into thin strips, and fed it little by little. "I bought it at the market. It's not salty."