"Is it all right here? Dr. Hong? " Several workers of the moving company quickly crammed furniture and so on into the room, but the room was not very big, and soon the living room was full.

People from the moving company can help assemble the furniture, but other scattered things have to be handled by themselves.

Hong took out his wallet from his pocket and began to give tips one by one. He was very generous. Several bearded workers felt their heads and were embarrassed to refuse. They accepted happily. The last worker from the moving company looked at the children beside Hong curiously and asked:

"doctor Hong, is this your son?"

Hong looked down at the child who was holding his clothes. The child's eyes were dim and he didn't wake up. He had been like this since he got up in the morning. He also opened his mouth and yawned from time to time.

"No, it's not my son. I'm not married yet." Rainbow reached out and touched the child's head. "This is my master."

The workers didn't think so. When Dr. Hong was joking, he left. When all the people in the moving company were evacuated, there were only two people and a pile of miscellaneous things left in the room.

Hong gazed helplessly at a pile of sundries in front of him and sighed. Knowing that these works were done by himself, he pulled up his sleeves in agony and just stepped forward to clean them up. However, he felt that his clothes were tight, and the children next to him still held on to the corner of his clothes.

"Jane, are you awake? I'm going to work. Let go of my hands... "

Hong has been running around for a few days. He is weak in his speech, and his nerves are always in a tense state. However, in the real world, there are still large and small things to deal with. Rao Shihong, such a patient doctor, can't stand it.

But he knew that the child was better than him.

Luo Jian rubbed her eyes and murmured her dissatisfaction. "Don't tidy up. Go to bed first."

"I have to go to work tomorrow, but I can't deal with it today But you can go to bed first. I've prepared your bed in advance Rainbow reluctantly rubbed the child's head, the child For several years, I haven't grown up like this. I don't know whether it's the limitation of this pair of body or other reasons.

Under the urging of the rainbow, the child still stepped back into the room and went to sleep. This sleep lasted until the afternoon. Hong also sorted out the sundries from the moving house, which made him dizzy and dizzy. The stars were all around him, so he felt confused and fell on the bed.

At this time, luojian just woke up.

Sleeping time is very precious. Luo Jian has hardly had a good sleep. Every day, in addition to the fight between life and death, there are all kinds of chasing and being chased. The secret room assigns him all kinds of inexplicable tasks every day. But it's good to say, and Jane loves fighting.

However, if you can take a day off occasionally, you'd better go out for a walk.

So she thought, and he went out.

The clown has just moved to this city with him, which is a familiar city for him, because his hometown is here.

Maybe I can see my parents' house?

Luo Jian thought, immediately into the state, carrying an umbrella through the street, until he came to his parents' old house, only to find that their parents were not at home.

At the same time, he also stood in front of his old home a familiar but strange figure.

It's rojan herself.

No, it should be the past self.

In the past, Luo Jian hesitated for a long time in front of her house. She didn't notice that she was standing at the place not far behind him. Yuan looked at him with an umbrella. Yuan could vaguely feel his own mood at that time. He had not seen his parents for a long time, so he went home for the first time after being driven away. He was full of anxiety.

But soon he will be disappointed.

Uncle Wu, the neighbor of her hometown, came out and said two words to Luo Jian. Luo Jian was stunned for a moment, and then she turned around and left.

Yuan also followed Luo Jian and left. He knew that Luo Jian was going to his uncle's house. She was not far away from here. She came back two blocks away. However, she passed by an unexpected person on the road.

Yuan holds an umbrella and looks at the man with a big guitar bag and a hooded head down, and purses his lips.

The man seemed to notice the sight of yuan. He stopped for a moment and turned his head to see the yuan. But when he turned his head, he only saw the crowd behind him.

Is it an illusion?

Someone was looking at me just now.

Luo Feng frowned a little, and there was always a feeling of uneasiness in his heart. He was the person who had signed a life-long contract with the secret room. According to the truth, in the real world, no one can see him, only the people who can see him are - this kind of ominous premonition makes Luo Feng stop moving forward, turn around and follow him back.

On the other side, Luo Jian had already gone to her uncle's house and hesitated for a while, but finally she bravely knocked on the door of her uncle's house. He was soon welcomed in by her mother who opened the door, and then the door was closed.Yuan stood not far or near to watch. This was the first time he had seen his mother for so many years. Unfortunately, he only looked from afar, and only from the side.

In fact, as long as Yuan thinks, there are many ways to go in. He can go into the room with dignity and look at his relatives at a close distance. However, yuan did not do so. He felt that he was not qualified to do so. After all, he had already abandoned Luo Jian's identity and became another person.

"What's the point of seeing or not? It's no longer mine." Yuan picked up a sarcastic smile, turned and was just about to leave when he suddenly stopped again. He looked up and saw Luo Feng looking around with his large guitar bag on his back in the opposite street.

Although he knew that the opportunity was slim, Luo Feng also tried to find out the feeling of being watched. He always had the illusion that the person who was watching him did not go far away. It was just that people were coming and going on the street. Luo Feng, standing in the crowd, was at a loss.

Is it still an illusion?

Just as Luo Feng was thinking about it, a voice nearby rang out:

"are you looking for something?"

Luo Feng stayed for a while, turned his head, but found a very short child standing in front of him, but he did not see the face of the child, because the child actually held a bigger red umbrella than himself on a sunny day.

"Are you..."

Luo Feng was slow for a moment before he realized that the child might be a player just like him. Otherwise, how could he talk to him and see him. It's just that the child looks too young.

However, it is strange that the child only said such a word, so he walked away from Luo Feng with an umbrella. Luo Feng looked at the child's back inexplicably. He had no reason to catch up with him. The other party obviously didn't want to talk to him.

Luo Feng didn't think much and left slowly with his bag on his back.

But the next day, Luo Feng still came to this neighborhood. He sat on the public bench, looking forward to staring at the ordinary shop on the street. The uncle who opened the store may be someone in his forgotten memory, which always makes Luo Feng feel very familiar.

However, Luo Feng was somewhat surprised that he saw the child who had said a word to him yesterday, still holding his super big umbrella and standing on a nearby sidewalk.

However, under the strong hypnotic effect of the umbrella, Luo Feng soon forgot the red umbrella and the child. When Luo Jian came to talk to him, he had completely forgotten that he had said such a thing to a child.

Although Luo Feng has forgotten, Luo Jian is still keenly aware of something. She can't help but look at the street opposite. Under the traffic lights, the child is holding an umbrella bigger than himself, with his head tilted and his eyes fixed on him.

Luo Jian felt her heart beat violently. She wanted to go to the child's side, but a truck slowly passed by on the road, blocking her sight. After the truck completely passed by, the child had disappeared completely.

It feels like a dream scene, but it's an illusion.

Luo Jian was in a trance and had to turn to talk to her uncle. He had already left the child's figure behind him at the moment of turning, so he didn't know that the child was still standing behind him.

The other one is still standing there.

"Good, almost. We can start." Luo Jian said to herself, "only success, no failure."

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"ah, let me join the team?" Clown That is Hong, who just got up from the bed and grabbed his head like a chicken's nest. He said in agony, "you really don't give up."

"It's something I've been saying for a long time. Where did I mess with you?" Luo Jian sat solemnly on the bed, curling up her legs and holding her chest to teach the clown a serious lesson.

"You said you didn't mess with me!" The clown looked like he was going to cry. He replied weakly, "I've been tortured by you every day for so many years. I can't do my job with too much energy. I'm just a little doctor now!"

Luo Jian frowned a little, bowed her head and said solemnly, "we are the great ones..."

"Stop! I'm fed up with that. Don't say such old-fashioned words with such a lovely child's appearance The clown scratched his head like a chicken's nest and scratched hard, "OK, OK, I'll listen to you. You're the boss!"

At last, Luo Jian was a little satisfied and showed a smile. When he laughed, his gloomy feeling was swept away, and he really looked like a child. The clown is pleased to stare at Luo Jian, and it is the only fun for him to have a cute baby in his hellish years.

However, this little boy is the main source of his hellish life, and he immediately threw a note to the clown. The clown touched the note and found it was an invitation to join the team.

"It's good to keep the status quo after entering the team. I'm afraid you're the best at playing an incompetent and disgusting role."

The clown felt that his mouth and nose were going to be crooked. "Can I get rid of this image when I am a god horse? It's just like a clown... ""You are a clown."

"It's just a make-up!" The clown was discontented and went crazy, rolling around on his bed, "strong protest, compensation must be made! My image has been destroyed by you

Luo Jian sighs speechless. Over the years, one of the "two" has not been cured, so Luo Jian has no choice but to stretch out her claws and press it on the clown's face.

The clown got excited, grabbed Luo Jian's paw and began to rub it. After a while, he rubbed again.

Hand fetishism, narcissism.

I like hands very much, and they are small hands, but I can't see how abnormal this person is Well, it's not really abnormal. At least the clown is a person who can restrain himself. In addition, this guy likes not only the hands of children, but also the claws of cats and dogs, the kind with meat balls, and the kind that can make him fall to the ground.

As expected, it is still very abnormal!

Luo Jian stretched out her hand and let the clown roll around excitedly. At last, the clown was so excited that she couldn't help it. She didn't breathe any more and just lay on the bed suffocating.

Luo Jian took her hand back and glanced at the clown who was already foaming.

But it's a good fight.