002.

the next morning.

Ji Huan thought about how he should come out of this strange place and how to change back to people. However, recalling the whole novel "Freshing Monsters", there is no thought at all.

The name of "The Monster" runs sounds like a story, but in fact the author writes the background and plot ambiguously, and focuses more on the feelings the protagonist attacked. The most important thing is that if Ji Huan ’s memory does not have any problems, then he has never seen a detailed description of Zhaojingjing in the novel.

Because, the protagonist attacked and failed to find this thing until the end.

In this way, Ji Huan can only rely on himself.

Ji Huan sighed heavily with his chin, and when his eyes lifted up and looked forward, he had a figure in the line of sight more than just now, it was Feng Chi. Feng Chi returned to the bathroom somehow. The man's slender fingers held the phone at will, his gaze fell in the mirror, and he talked to the other end of the phone in a dull tone.

"No. I don't need people here. You want to open the back door to someone and let him go to you. I don't have to say that, that's it."

Every word carries indifference that is thousands of miles away.

"I care who he is, you love to bring your own." Feng Chi said, but his eyes fell on the small mirror beside the big one. He could clearly see that the little black dot on the mirror moved, and then the little black dot somehow became slightly larger.

Feng Chi gently rubbed his finger while holding his phone, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Thinking of the sigh that rang in his ear when he walked into the bathroom just now, Feng Chi's mood was a little complicated at the moment.

The person on the other side of the phone cracked and said something. After Feng Chi relentlessly hung up the call, he directly reached out and picked up the unpretentious mirror. As he held the mirror in his hand, there was a cry of exclamation in his ear. Then came a small complaint: "How did he touch my waist again."

Feng Chi: "..."

The black spot changes from small to large, and then from large to small. With his extraordinary eyesight, Feng Chi finally saw clearly what the black dots do not know when-

Is an individual.

A boy who may not yet have his fingernails big.

The facial features became clearer with the magnifying effect when the other person stretched his neck and looked outward. He just picked up the mirror just now, and the other party seemed to be frightened, so he retracted it again, and the black spots became smaller.

It's just ... he's holding this little black spot's waist?

Feng Chi glanced blankly at the fat mirror, and he couldn't figure out where the so-called waist was.

However, Feng Chi was much more careful in his next move. His gaze swept over the sink, unable to find a small string that could hang the mirror, and twisted his fingers and pinched the edge. Unexpectedly, he saw the little black spot seemed to be caught by something, and he was picked up and vacated.

The complaint came again, "What's the matter, just touching me on my own good looks, how to pull my clothes!"

Feng Chi: "..."

So annoying.

Feng Chi simply put the mirror in his suit pocket and turned away from the bathroom.

Ji Huan was blindfolded by the sudden darkness, but he was not worried. As soon as it was dark, after the bathroom lights were turned off, he completely entered a black-only world. Since knowing what happened to him, Ji Huan was not afraid.

Although Feng Chi walked steadily, but when he rubbed his arm over his coat or stepped on one foot first, the mirror would still shake up and down with a small arc of inertia. Ji Huan was shaking his head dizzy, trying to reach out and grab something, but there was only air around.

Feng Chi didn't walk for two minutes, and Ji Huan was shaken.

He reached out and clasped his throat, feeling feeble: "Dad, will you take care of the mirror in your pocket? The mirror will be broken!"

Knowing that his complaint was too late to hear, Ji Huan continued to adjust his posture to prevent motion sickness after he complained ... dizzy.

However, what he didn't expect was that it wouldn't shake!

But soon, the feeling of dangling continued to come. About a minute later, Ji Huan again found that he was caught in his clothes, his body tilted slightly in a strange gesture, and hung in the air. Then, in a whirlwind, he was snapped and thrown on the passenger seat.

Ji Huan lay on his back, and the black pajamas on his body slightly lifted a corner, revealing a half-white milky belly.

He opened his eyes wide to the top of his head.

Feng Chi didn't know how to pity him at all.

Ji Huan sighed again.

Feng Chi's hand just got on the steering wheel, and the black Maybach had not yet started, and the sigh in his ear was already very harsh. Feng Chi looked at the front silently. He could not remember how many similar sighs he had heard since yesterday.

His five senses are extremely sensitive and outstanding, and he can still hear the sigh and muttering from the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Feng Chi held back for one night and always felt that his reason would completely dissipate at a certain moment.

But ... it's still not clear what the mirror is all about.

Have to hold back.

Maybach passed through the street that was gradually busy from the morning, and then through the winding alleys, and finally stopped at the end of a small street. Feng Chi stepped out of the car with a long leg, and the voice of someone in the car murmured again: "Don't forget me. Take me!"

Feng Chi: "..."

The man closed the door blankly, but went around to the position of the co-pilot, opened the door and bent down to put the mirror in his pocket.

Ji Huan was finally satisfied.

Although Feng Chi couldn't hear him, Feng Chi was very intimate. At least he remembered that there was a poor mirror in the passenger seat.

Ji Huan adjusted his sitting posture, his body swayed slowly with the shaking of the mirror. I don't know if I'm used to this kind of shaking frequency and size or the pace of Feng Chi's walking has been adjusted. Ji Huan doesn't feel uncomfortable, but feels relaxed and enjoyable.

He hummed a little song in his mouth, thinking that Feng Chi should be at work. Although he could not see the place, Ji Huan still remembered the introduction to the demon control board in the novel. As the only thing dealing with the demon world, the demon control bureau is a bit like a police station in the human world. However, the demon control bureau is more special than the police station.

The whole demon world is such a demon management bureau, although there are branches, but the branches are not worthy of this name. Therefore, Feng Chi, as the boss of the Demon Management Bureau, has a very special position in the demon world.

Speaking of ...

Ji Huan scratched his chin and thought for a long time that he was not a monster.

With the sound of pushing the door, Feng Chi has entered the inside of the demon management bureau. The demon control bureau is located at the end of Hebei Street, where the location is not good, not as prosperous as the city center, but also lively. Surrounded by bustling small shops, the atmosphere of the city life is filled. The Demon Management Bureau is just a small yard with only two houses in it.

As soon as Feng Chi entered the office, he greeted a few hilarious greetings.

"Good morning, boss, do you want to eat fritters? The grandpa next door gave it and said that we thanked him for helping him find his dog."

"Aoao, there is milk tea here! It's from the second milk tea shop from the left. Hey, that lady seems to be chasing me."

"Boss, you still have the materials sent by Linshi last night."

Feng Chi glanced at the lively office, and did not feel noisy, just a faint hum, and then returned to his place to read the information.

Ji Huan noticed that Feng Chi had already sat down, and his black coat was hung on the back of his chair at will. But ... Feng Chi didn't seem to plan to take out the small mirror.

Ji Huan held his chin so bored that he could only stare, and when he was bored, he began to hum again.

"I really want to go out!"

"Although drinking milk tea in the morning is a sin, but I really want to drink it. Boba milk green three-point sugar plus a portion of Boba."

Feng Chi held the hand of the pen, and the dark ink dots smudged on the paper, which seemed a bit obtrusive.

He closed his pen without expression, and waited for about five minutes before he suddenly remembered the existence of a small mirror. He took the mirror out of his pocket and threw it on the table at will.

Ji Huan noticed that there was a hand holding his thin waist, and then he was thrown away with a knock.

He put Duan on the ground and uttered a sore pain.

Feng Chi, this man, really does not know how to pity Xiangxixiyu!

Feng Chi: "..."

This mirror is really annoying.

Feng Chi actually had an impulse in his heart, or he could just throw the mirror away. But when I think of the strangeness of this mirror, I feel weird in my heart. He snorted, impatiently hidden a little in his tone.

When Song Shujing walked in with the document in hand, Feng Chi was leaning on the chair with a faint expression, but his eyes were deep. Song Shujing looked in Feng Chi's eyes slightly unexpectedly and saw a mirror.

mirror?

Song Shujing blinked and placed the file on the desktop. I forgot about the business for a while, and took a look at the mirror. I was happy, "Boss, why are you a big man with a small mirror, ready for makeup?"

With that, Song Shujing took a picture of himself.

They have only one woman in the demon control board. Although everyone usually calls brothers and brothers, it does not prevent her from going out every day with a beautiful makeup. Pinch the mirror to see if the eyeliner is perfect or not, and see if the lipstick has dropped. Song Shujing is content with satisfaction and is about to put down the small mirror——

At this moment, she was ignorant.

The beautiful woman in the mirror suddenly changed, her eyes slowly elongated, and the cheeks on Guazi's face became more and more bulging, like two walnuts stuffed inside. Immediately afterwards, the front teeth seemed to mutate, protruding from under the lips and becoming longer.

After only two seconds, Song Shujing screamed and threw the mirror.

"I scurry! There are monsters!"

The mirror slammed on the tabletop, stood up and turned several times, then snapped face down again.

Ji Huan enjoyed the excitement of riding a roller coaster into heaven, and seemed to be grabbed by one hand, pressing his face **** the ground.

He put his hands on the ground and lifted his head from the ground.

The whole face is ignorant.

Sitting up finally, he almost cried while covering his waist, "It hurts--"

Feng Chi: "..."

Feng Chi raised his eyes and looked at Song Shujing, who had a lingering fear covering his face, and took a look at the mirror. I couldn't see the little black dot, only saw a squirrel with a terrifying facial expression and terrified. He turned the mirror and pointed at Song Shujing.

However, Song Shujing always refused to let go of her hand, only to scream: "Boss, there are monsters!"

Feng Chi twitched, "There is a monster. But isn't this your squirrel?"

Song Shujing: "............"

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