Manual of the Monster in City

73 Dream Butterfly

When stepping into the gate of the Stealing Heaven Pavilion, Miss Bai Ling was not there waiting for them.

    It was Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai who greeted the visitors. Xiao Hei was still in that black trench coat, unsmiling, just like the black deacon in the movie.

    Xiaobai is dressed very homely. Although she is completely white, her daily collocation is not crappy in the middle of the night. The material is the kind of mohair that is very homely and soft. It looks like a big affinity when worn on her body. sister.

    "Eh? Sister Xiaobai?!" Xiao Shanshan couldn't help being a little surprised to see Xiaobai here. Xiaobai just smiled "hehe" and greeted her in response.

    "It's pretty fast. Kid, you guys." Xiao Hei said.

    Is this fast... Jia Qingming felt that their battle plan in the hospital had been delayed for a long time. It was already a very deep night, but it was indeed a seamless operation.

    "Miss Bai Ling is waiting for you in the interior, please come in?" Xiao Hei bowed lightly.

    Several people took off their shoes, put on the slippers that had been prepared in the hallway, and under the guidance of Xiao Hei, walked into this antique Stealing Heaven Pavilion.

    Jia Qingming carried Senior Sister Zhuang Yan, feeling the heavy weight on her shoulders.

    This is his responsibility. Although the incense given to Senior Sister Zhuang Yan named "Zhuang Zhoumeng" was completely framed by Miss Bai Ling, he still felt that this was his responsibility, perhaps because he was " Manager", at least he knows this kind of thing...With this unpleasant celestial eye, he can see and hear, so he can no longer escape this kind of responsibility.

    Xiao Shanshan followed behind, looking curiously at the various objects in the pavilion, and the corner of the courtyard that she saw when she walked through the verandah. Everything was fresh in her eyes. She looked curiously everywhere, and looked around. Take a picture.

    "Sorry, this is an area forbidden to take pictures." Xiao Hei said coldly when he heard the click of the camera.

    "Oh, let her shoot, anyway, Miss Bai Ling has an enchantment..." Xiaobai came out and said, "Xiaohei, did you have a bad temper because you didn't drink wine today~"

    "There is no such thing," replied in a tough voice.

    "Hey, is the enchantment the automatic watermark?!" Jia Qingming asked helplessly.

    "Yes." Xiaobai smiled and scratched his head and said, "The effect is great, Miss Bai Ling has been doing it for a long time."

    Jia Qingming just wanted to ask...Why would anyone make such a strange enchantment? !

    Xiao Hei stopped at the door and stopped leading the way. Jia Qingming recognized that this was Miss Bai Ling's private reception room and living room. The fragrance floating in the air became clearer and clearer. They were like flying butterflies, entwining his olfactory nerves.

    Jia Qingming finally realized what this fragrance was.

    That is the fragrance of flowers.

    After entering the inner room, Jia Qingming saw Bai Ling sitting on her chaise couch. She did nothing but just sat there. The scent in the room comes from the incense that smokes from the side. Although her Hanfu has a lifelike peony picture, the scent lacks substance, like an illusion that occurs in an instant, but it will soon dissipate.

    The scent of incense is real. The world is full of deadly autumn, but here it seems to be a garden full of flowers.

    "I have been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Seimei."

    It's still the familiar opening... Besides, Xiao Hei was quick to say it just now, right?

    Bai Ling stood up, gave up the chaise couch, stretched out a hand, and signaled Jia Qingming to put Senior Sister Zhuang Yan on the chaise couch.

    After placing Senior Sister Zhuang Yan on the chaise couch, Jia Qingming moved a little sore arm. After all, the time spent on back was not short, and it was already a great success for his precarious sports performance. Up.

    Xiao Shanshan was on the sidelines, her eyes full of stars, looking at Miss Bai Ling: "Wow, Miss Sister is so beautiful!"

    "It just happens that I have just completed the preparations here. I can start at any time. Please also ask Mr. Qingming to take a seat." She raised her white fingers and gently pointed to an armchair next to the chaise couch, not knowing when to move. Those who came here, at least in Jia Qingming's memory, turned out that this chair did not belong here.

    He sat on the chair suspiciously, waiting for Miss Bai Ling to tell him what to do next.

    Jia Qingming realized that since he realized that he was a manager and began to intervene in various unscientific ghost incidents, until now, unconsciously, he has developed a strange sense of dependence on Miss Bai Ling. He couldn't imagine what he would do if Miss Bai Ling couldn't help him deal with such incidents one day.

    In fact, this kind of thinking is too dangerous, because it means that he will be continuously exploited by Bai Ling, and continue to advance the future time, which is converted into time to work in the Stealing Heaven Pavilion. But I always feel that there is a sense of peace of mind that can be solved satisfactorily, somehow...

    Jia Qingming shook his head quickly to drive away this dangerous thought.

    Bai Ling covered his mouth and laughed. Looking at Jia Qingming, he seemed to have seen his psychological activity at the moment, but he did not reveal it. Then she put down the sleeves that covered her mouth and said sternly: "Let's start."

    She took out a folding fan from the wide sleeve. At this time, the indoor aromatherapy scent is already very strong, and this smell is not as heavy as sandalwood, but has a fresh breath... as if with life, as if they all come from real... living flowers .

    Bai Ling paused for a moment, and the folding fan in his hand opened, making a sound of paper opening.

    There is a lifelike butterfly picture painted on the fan surface of the folding fan. Jia Qingming can't help but stare at the butterfly picture. He feels that he has a strange illusion, as if the butterfly in this picture is not a still life, but trapped. A creature with wings in the painting...

    This feeling became stronger and stronger, and he seemed to really see the butterfly flying, between the wings of the insect and the fan, there was unknown pollen falling.

    then……

    A butterfly actually struggling out of the painting on the surface of the folding fan, like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, entering the flower-scented Heavenly Pavilion, the tiny tremors of the air when the wings overlap are extremely clear .

    it is true.

    This is not an illusion? Or is it an illusion that is too real?

    Butterflies are conjured out of fans... Isn't this magic?

    Jia Qingming looked at Miss Bai Ling incredulously. Bai Ling just smiled faintly and did not answer his question. Then something even more incredible happened. The butterfly fluttered and hovered in the air, and then turned into a flowery face. Ancient style woman.

    She was dressed in a light green palace dress, with light veil and she looked like a fairy in myths and legends.

    "Ah, long time no see. Mengmeng sauce."

    What the hell is Mengmeng sauce? ! Why do two women who are quite beautiful in ancient styles meet, suddenly come out with such a soft and cute name? !

    Jia Qingming only looked at these two people with drooping eyes, full of heart: You are happy.

    "Don't call me that!" said the palace-dressed woman called Mengmengjiang, pouting.

    Well, sure enough, Bai Ling's old acquaintances are all the same type of radio waves as her, and they will always do something very different in style. Jia Qingming thought desperately.

    Xiao Shanshan is on the sidelines, her eyes full of stars, looking at the palace costume called Mengmengjiang...Sister (it seems that the word is more suitable for her): "Wow, Miss Sister is so beautiful!"

    No other evaluation words at all?

    "Here, Mr. Qingming can also call her Mengmeng, and you don't need to see her outside. She is my good friend." Bai Ling wanted to introduce Jia Qingming, "She is a member of the Mengdie clan."

    "Meng Butterfly Clan?"

    Bai Ling nodded.

    "Our Dream Butterfly family is one of the aborigines of Dream World." Meng Meng said by herself, "but under certain circumstances it can also come to this world..."

    She stared at Jia Qingming, and it seemed that some kind of spirit had entered Jia Qingming's mind.

    "Yes. You are right. The dream world is where the butterfly goes after death." She said, "Or, it is also the beginning of another life... the spiritual world. Collect enough in the dream world. With enough yang from the honey, we can go back to the world again, starting from the larvae, and restarting the life of the cocoon and the butterfly."

    These words were transmitted through the voice of the spirit, and probably only the manager Jia Qingming could hear it, but whether Miss Bai Ling could hear it seemed to be an unsolved mystery.

    "I used this incense to create an environment very similar to the dream world in the Stealing Heaven Pavilion, so Mengmengjiang can come to the real world through this place. Similarly, Mr. Qingming can directly enter the dream world from here. , Regarding the dream world, just let Mengmengjiang guide Qingming." Bai Ling explained the action.

    Jia Qingming nodded and smiled at Mengmengchan: "Then I will ask you this time."

    "It's a trivial matter," Mengmeng said, sticking out her tongue again, "It would be fine if Miss Bai Ling could let me stay here for a while. It's really boring over there."

    Bai Ling smiled without saying a word, Mengmeng probably also knew that this meant she did not agree, and through silence told her to save time and act quickly.

    She had to shrug her shoulders.

    "Then, Mr. Seimei, please..."

    "Hold on." Mengmeng was halfway through when she heard Miss Bai Ling interrupt her.

    "One more thing is needed before this." Her expression is a bit solemn, so it must be a suggestion that cannot be ignored, "This is a dangerous trip. I must prepare something for Mr. Seimei for insurance."

    She took out a thin rope from her cuff and raised her hand to toss it. The thin rope seemed to have its own spirituality, and immediately wrapped around Jia Qingming's left little finger, and the other end was also connected to Yuan Boyang's left little finger.

    "Mr. Seimei remember? Last time I asked my husband, does my husband know what kind of finger the little finger is?"

    "It's...a promise." Jia Qingming recalled the last incident.

    That time Master Lin and Tiger formed a contract similar to that between the ghost and the tiger. It was an agreement, so the tiger bit off his left little finger as evidence of the agreement. However, with the help of the tiger and Miss Bai Ling, he returned the little finger to Zhao and returned it to Master Lin.

    "Yes, this rope connecting your little finger is a contract. It is a temporary contract between Mr. Qingming and Mr. Yuan Baiyang. In the dream world, no matter what happens in the dream world, as long as Mr. Qingming finds critical situations, remember to affect This contract will be activated with your own little finger. It’s just that Mr. Yuan has a special physique, so Mr. Qingming must use it with caution, and he must first find the guest who is lost in the dream world. Otherwise, the dream will collapse. That way. if……"

    "So... what will happen?" Although he didn't know what the consequences would be, Jia Qingming took a deep breath.

    "She can't wake up again. Medically, she should be called a vegetable, right?"

    "This is quite a scientific name." Mengmeng said from the side.

    Jia Qingming swallowed, took a few deep breaths, and adjusted her mood. Since Miss Bai Ling set up insurance like this, this trip was naturally dangerous.

"Let's start, then, I will definitely bring Sister Zhuang Yan back."