"When did I go home later..." Lu Xiuqi looked surprised, "Are you lying to me?"

"I am a monk and don't tell lies." Tang Luo took out the information given to him by Lu Xiuqi, "Lu reporters might as well take a look at this."

Lu Xiuqi took the information and looked through it. His face suddenly changed: "Where did you find these?"

"You gave it to me." Tang Luo said.

"I'll give it to you?" Lu Xiuqi stared at the information in his hand. The words on it were all handwritten, and they were his handwriting.

There are also some small habits when writing, and he will not admit his mistakes.

These things were written by him!

Lu Xiu was trembling with his hands slightly, looking up at Tang Luo, who was calm, then lowered his head again, and flipping through the information quickly.

"Have you ever thought about the above things?" Tang Luo pointed out the information and said.

"There is..." Lu Xiuqi said, "but this is just a boring joke. It's not just me. Some of my colleagues have talked about this topic even if they are fine, and no one takes it seriously!"

"You took it seriously," said Tang Luo, "and also did detailed information and analysis."

After pausing, Tang Luo faced Lu Xiuqi's shocked gaze: "Thank you for the donor's blessing, I have done what I should do."

Lu Xiuqi is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart and has a very quick thinking.

So he instantly understood the meaning of Tang Luo's somewhat insane words.

The person in front of you, the monk in front of you, killed the queen!

Lu Xiuqi almost threw the information in his hand into Tang Luo's face. He took two steps back, turned to the direction of the treadmill, and took a deep breath.

The chest was undulating violently.

Fifteen seconds later, Lu Xiuqi turned around and stuffed the information back into Tang Luo's hand: "You are waiting for me here! No, only two minutes!"

As he said that, he hurried out of the room.

After just one minute, Lu Xiuqi ran back, panting, carrying a shoulder bag and holding a black baseball cap in his hand, and handing it to Tang Luo.

"Put it!" he said.

Tang Luo was too lazy to explain that he had a special sneak plan, so he put on a hat with advice.

The two left the back door together, came to the parking lot, and got into the car that had been repaired on the road.

After getting on the bus, the road was repaired and felt much more at ease.

Lu Xiuqi is not young, around forty years old. For middle-aged men at this age, the car is the warmest safe haven.

What, at home?

It’s really hard to feel at ease when two menopauses and one puberty get together.

Only the car, alone, comfortable space, everything is so familiar and comfortable.

The feel of the steering wheel, the "weight" of the throttle, and the right curve of the seat cushion are all tailor-made for road repair.

Even the cigarette lighter on the car and the traces of the ash on the car are no exception.

Lu Xiuqi took out a cigarette and handed it to Tang Luo. Tang Luo waved his hand and signaled not to do so.

He didn't persuade him, and took one into his mouth, took out a cigarette lighter, and asked before lit it, "Don't you mind?"

"Mind," said Tang Luo.

"Uh" Lu Xiuqi was stunned for a moment, and I'm just polite. Why don't you know how to be polite?

Shouldn’t monks go with the flow?

Put down the cigarette lighter again, Lu Xiuqi took off the cigarette, started the car, and drove out slowly: "I haven't asked the mage yet..."

His afterwards turned and stopped what he said, because there was an extra cat on the monk's legs.

"I am a monk Xuanzang." Tang Luo said.

"So it's Master Xuanzang." Lu Xiuqi took his eyes back, just a cat, "Master can tell me in detail what happened?"

"Yes." Tang Luo nodded.

He told them all the things that happened that night.

As for the Queen's affairs, I will briefly mention it.

It's just that they saw the immortal queen and passed away by the way. The basic operation is not to be cared about.

Lu Xiuqi forced himself to ignore it and said, "Then, Master, are you schizophrenia in my situation?"

He had no idea when he had done that information.

But all the signs and reason told him that the information was indeed from him.

There are no journalist friends, Ao Yulie's guess is right, he is indeed a friend out of nothing.

My friend is myself.

This situation often occurs on the Internet.

For example, "My friend can only hold on for one minute, is this normal?", netizens will give you care: those who have more than one minute are considered sick.

"My friend" was relieved and asked the questioner to express his gratitude to everyone.

The situation of Lu Xiuqi is obviously not limited to this. He not only created a friend out of nothing, but also did not remember that he had done things, but he did it again.

So, from a scientific point of view, it is schizophrenia.

Lu Xiuqi is not a doctor, and he doesn’t know whether he shares memories between schizophrenia and different personalities.

But he clearly didn't remember what he had done. Now that he knew, it also involved the death of the queen, and he was suddenly panicked.

As a reporter, he really wants big news, but what he wants is not such big news. If there is a deviation in such big news, he is responsible.

Can't afford to take responsibility.

Lu Xiuqi was just a reporter from a small local newspaper, but he had no experience of talking and laughing with any big shots.

The highest moment in life, apart from the "Immortal Queen Investigation" that I was completely unaware of, I went abroad to interview and investigate the "Mist Incident".

In a series of serious reports, he "appeared out" as a "journalist".

"Schizophrenia," said Tang Luo, "It is possible. But I am not a doctor. From the perspective of me, I am more willing to call this situation "the upper body of the ghost."

The muscles on Lu Xiuqi's face were twitching uncontrollably.

Which explanation is more terrifying when a ghost is on the body and schizophrenia?

As a person who receives modern science education, Lu Xiuqi finds it more difficult for the ghost to accept.

After all, this is a brand new, unknown field, and unknown brings fear.

It’s like in a horror movie, the most terrifying time is always the time when ghosts never appear, and the time before it appears.

Or it flashed away. In short, if a "ghost" really appeared, the terror was not as high as before.

"Master, do you mean, there is a ghost in my body?" Lu Xiuqi asked stumbledly.

After all, he is an old driver, otherwise he wouldn't even drive a car in this state.

"Maybe." Tang Luo said, "But for the moment, I can't see it."

Until now, Lu Xiuqi has performed normally, just like that night, no clues have been revealed.

"Then do I have any help? Master." Lu Xiuqi said with a sad face.

"I can take a look," said Tang Luo.

"Okay, okay, what preparations should we do, Master?" Lu Xiuqi acted like a believer who was fooled and could not find North.

Fortunately, Tang Luo must be a true master, the kind with endless magic power.

After finding a place to park, Lu Xiuqi looked at Tang Luo with bright eyes.

"Then, let's start, I consecrate you." Tang Luo said.

"That's it? Here?" Lu Xiuqi was stunned. Didn't he prepare in advance? There was no sense of ritual at all. It's not a trivial matter to be on the ghost.

"Yes." Tang Luo nodded and reached out to press his hand on Lu Xiuqi's head.

Lu Xiuqi suddenly stopped moving, like a quail, and could hear the sound of his heart beating violently.

Saving the soul!

The road is light and floating in the water.

He looked around instinctively and found himself floating in the air, everything around him had stopped.

The cars, pedestrians, clouds in the sky, and leaves in the air were all motionless.

"master?"

In front of him was the Master Xuanzang, with a halo behind his head, emitting a little halo.

"Oh, so that's it." Tang Luo nodded and said, looking at Lu Xiuqi's soul.

Lu Xiuqi looked down and asked blankly: "Master, I am now..."
To be continued...