Chapter 041 The Four Famous Detectives

To be honest, it is very interesting to see a handsome guy who is always calm and composed suddenly become embarrassed and helpless, which makes people have a vicious urge to see him become even more embarrassed and helpless.

But Tarona is not so wicked as to be so evil. After all, this man is her extra reward and the adopted son of her financial sponsor.

Theseus was puzzled: [Why is it a godson? ]

The Great Witch said: [Because he is the son of destiny, not the son of the world. ]

To the world consciousness, the Son of the World is their biological son, so the Son of Destiny can certainly be considered their adopted son.

Theseus: [……]

His partner always finds something new and fun in such strange places.

Tarona paid out of his own pocket and bought Wuqing a universal translator, choosing the style of a Pisces jade pendant for him, which fit perfectly around his waist.

The ten fingers of the [Blood Nun] twisted and turned. Even such a simple action as wearing the jade pendant took her a lot of effort. Fortunately, the endless blood on her body was just a decoration of the vest and would not stain anyone except her.

Surrounded by an extremely strong smell of blood, the nasal cavity is filled with only this smell, as if the entire brain and the entire person are soaked in blood. Such an illusion will make people panic and struggle subconsciously.

But he acted ruthlessly and there was no strange color in his eyes or on his face. He lowered his eyes slightly and patiently allowed the black and white nun, who had revealed her true ghost nature, to try again and again and fail again and again.

He did not say that he would do it himself, as he would do with a domestic puppet, but instead fully accepted the help of the black and white nuns.

After seeing Ms. Luo in this state at the prefectural government, Wuqing immediately noticed her strangeness and discord - Ms. Luo, who had always been indifferent and unperturbed, had become extremely irritable for some reason, with a chilling cold madness lingering around her. If anyone dared to stop her from doing what she wanted to do at this time, his or her end would surely be a hundred times more miserable than Ge Tong's.

And when Madam Luo reached out her hand to him and gently touched his forehead, Wuqing immediately understood the reason for her drastic change.

It was really hard to believe. He thought that Ms. Luo's sudden change might be due to his sudden disappearance.

At that time, Ms. Luo had already stepped one foot into the passage that they could not see. Just before leaving, she turned back and told him to stay in the inn and not run around.

Wuqing became even more certain that Madam Luo treated him as her child.

The place where he is now is a safe place recognized by Ms. Luo. He probably won't be able to leave here until Ms. Luo feels that the danger is gone.

Madam Luo is back, which means the monster that was lurking in Jizhou Prefecture is dead. Those who drank the monster's blood... There must be chaos outside, and Zhui Ming can't hold it back for long. He must get out as soon as possible.

He wanted to leave here as soon as possible. The key still lay with Madam Luo, and all he could do at this moment was to comfort Madam Luo as much as possible.

What kind of appearance would be needed to appease Ms. Luo who is in this state now?

Wuqing looked at the children who surrounded him and had the answer in his heart.

——Then be a good child.

But how can one be a good child? This is a very unfamiliar problem for the captain who lost his parents at a young age. The only people he can learn from are the real children in front of him.

Thinking of this, Wuqing pursed his lips somewhat embarrassedly, and the tips of his white jade ears were slightly tinged with a blush.

The perception accuracy of [Blood Nun] dropped significantly in berserk mode, and without those two eyes she was completely blind. Tarona was unable to see the precious scene of the handsome man being shy, otherwise she would have made a few ruthless remarks.

It took him several minutes to tie the jade pendant. When it was finally done, Tarona couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

[Blood Nun] is happy to have a heart-warming parent-child interaction with her new child (?), but the Great Witch's patience is often in a Schrodinger state, sometimes a lot, sometimes not, and most of the time it depends on her mood.

The motherly love buff is very powerful, and Tarona is in a good mood now.

Fortunately, she used up all her remaining rationality to resist the urge to hug the new child, pat his head, lull him to sleep, and give him a goodnight kiss.

Let Wuqing go. He is already in his twenties. If he were to be beaten three times in a row, he would be humiliated into fireworks on the spot.

As soon as he put on the jade pendant, before Wuqing could even say thank you, he was surprised to find that he could actually understand what the children were saying.

The chief constable touched the new Pisces jade pendant on his waist. Could it be a magical instrument that could translate languages?

The children obediently gave up their seats so that their mother could put on the gift for their new brother. As soon as their mother left, they surrounded him and continued to ask in a chattering voice: "Do you want to be a younger brother or an older brother?"

"You just came now, so you must be the younger brother!"

"Yes, yes, call me sister!"

"You have to call me brother!"

"I'm a brother too!"

“I’m your sister!”

“Me too!”

A dozen little radishes who were not even as tall as the boy's shoulders were extremely excited. Their eyes were shining as if lasers were being emitted from inside. They just stared at Wuqing, looking forward to whether he would call them sister or brother first.

Ruthless: ...

Although he finally understood it, he felt it would be better if he didn't understand it.

Are you arguing about such an issue?

Judging from his appearance and age, he was definitely the older brother, but he was unsure: would the time after death also be taken into account? Otherwise, why were these kids so sure that he was the younger brother?

If the time after death is also taken into account, he can calculate the specific years when Lady Luo and these children died. These children all have foreign appearances, so such characteristics are very obvious and should be easy to find.

The book says that only those whose grievances have not been redressed and whose obsessions have not been dispelled will become fierce ghosts, and that ghosts that wander in the world of the living for a long time will eventually die.

He has received such a great favor from Madam Luo, if he can repay her a little, he will do anything she asks him to do.

After just a few words, he gave up asking questions in disappointment.

These children have no idea what time is. They only know day and night, and that their mother will take care of everything for them. They have no interest in anything outside of this place.

even……

They knew they were dead, but they had no concrete concept of death and apparently had no memory of what happened before death.

Someone gently wiped away the pain and despair in their minds, wove endless dreams for them with gentle songs, and built a solid wall with his or her not-so-broad arms.

Afterwards, she alone bore all the cruelty and bloodiness of her life.

Wuqing sighed again, his heart felt as if it was being pressed down by a huge rock, heavy and unhappy.

He said that he would repay a favor, but he had already received a great favor, and when he wanted to repay a little, he found that he was unable to do so, and the person he wanted to repay had no intention of asking him to repay him at all.

"Are you sad?" The boy named Liyos lay on his legs and looked up at him. "Is your leg hurting?"

The boy reached out his hand, patted his shoulder gently, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, it will stop hurting soon. I used to have this problem too. My legs would hurt when it snowed, but my mom would hold me and sing to me, and then the pain would go away!"

He seemed to have come up with a brilliant idea: "You can let your mother hold you and sing to you, so your legs won't hurt!"

As he said this, he stood up and rushed out, then told his mother, who was in the kitchen preparing afternoon tea, in a very loud voice that his new brother's legs also hurt and he needed his mother to comfort him.

Wuqing was shocked and quickly held him down, speaking faster: "No need! My legs don't hurt, I just thought of something else, don't call her."

"Really?"

The children all raised their heads to look at him, their movements almost identical, and as they watched him carefully they felt an inexplicable sense of horror.

Wuqing did not give them a perfunctory response just because they were still children. He said seriously: "Really, I am your elder brother, so I will not lie to you."

"All right."

The naive children believed him, but disagreed with the fact that he was the older brother.

So the topic that had been diverted by Wuqing not long ago was brought back again, and a group of children said to him in a baby voice that he should be the younger brother, and they who came first were the older brothers and sisters.

Wuqing smiled helplessly, but he really couldn't bring himself to follow the children's lead and call them brother and sister.

Just like Madam Luo always looked at him with an extremely expectant look, she put herself in the position of a mother from the beginning and treated him as her own child. It was impossible for him to call Madam Luo mother.

That was too discordant and too... too difficult for him.

So the chief constable could only use his brain, which was used to fight wits and courage with treacherous officials and traitors, to argue with this group of children who were not even as tall as his shoulders about whether he should be the older brother or the younger brother.

Not far away, a nun in black and white was looking at them with satisfaction, holding a plate of exquisite afternoon tea snacks.

Ah, how wonderful!

The fierce ghost, bleeding, sighed silently. She wanted to keep Wuqing in her paradise forever. This was the safest place in the world and no one could hurt her child before killing her.

What a good child, why can't he stay?

Her brain and her heart were torn in two.

Half of me was indifferent and rejected, and the other half was excited and crazy.

——He has his own family.

'We can be his family too! We will never betray him, abandon him, or hurt him! No matter the situation, no matter the reason, we will stand by his side!'

——He still has unfulfilled ideals.

'I can help him! There is no one more powerful than me in this world. I can get him anything he wants! Anyone who stands in his way of achieving his dream will be killed by me!'

——……

——He is still alive.

"……"

The stiff and pale facial muscles of the black and white nun twitched violently a few times, and more blood gushed out of her eye sockets, flowing down her jaw into her dress. She slightly opened her lips, and cold air mixed with icy crystals gushed out of her broken throat.

The sunlight in the park seemed to be a little dimmer, and the temperature dropped slightly.

Such subtle changes were not noticed by the young man in the garden. He was busy dealing with the clever and weird children. He didn't even know when the black and white nun stood at the end of the garden path.

The pale golden sunlight shone on the young man, and he was surrounded by clusters of blooming flowers. The playful wind blew his long hair that was draped over the back of the wheelchair. He smiled gently, and his mood was visibly happy and relaxed.

The nun in black and white could hear the throbbing of his heart, smell the blood flowing in his body, and feel his steady breathing.

In this huge garden, he was the only one with a heartbeat, blood flowing, and the ability to breathe.

He is still alive.

He is alive.

...How can the living live with a group of dead people?

Why?

Why...not?

They can also behave like living people, they can be flawless.

——Dead is dead, no matter how much it looks like dead, it is still fake.

“…Huh!”

The fierce ghost let out a low roar, her voice was so low that it was easily covered by the children's laughter.

The tray between her hands was shaking, and the exquisite snacks on the plate rolled off the plate. The fragrant tea overflowed uncontrollably and was frozen by frost at the moment it was about to flow out of the tray.

The children's afternoon tea was ruined.

——Okay, okay, let’s each take a step back.

Her always cold mind was sighing, and the iced tea began to melt, dripping onto the grass.

——Since he is an adult, you can't force him. A good mother will not force her child.

The black and white nun stopped roaring like a beast and a happy smile appeared on her face again.

"Of course, of course..."

'I am the best mother!'

'I'll be the best mother for him!'

Well, good boy, good boy...

His incessant clamoring madness was satisfied, and the fierce devil, who had temporarily become quiet, turned around and staggered to get a new afternoon tea.