The philosophical personality still maintains a tall and heroic human form, floating above Song Baojun, saying: "Who is our enemy and why do we covet the soul furnace? They invade the imaginary space so much."

Song Baojun hurriedly asked, "Is it very serious?"

"The nightmare image is just a pawn and does not constitute any threat. The lord sensation behind it deserves my attention."

The philosophical personality fell to the ground, and waved it at will. Countless golden tiles that fell to the ground flew out of thin air, returning to the gap in the dome, connecting them one by one according to the damaged seams, becoming perfect again.

"At present, there are only three people who have established a connection with the imaginary space through the Fourier channel, namely Liu Qinglin's simple personality, Ling Anqi's destruction of personality and Ye Chengqi's utilitarian personality." While cleaning the ground, philosophical personality said: "Before Ye Chengqi enters, corrosion has already occurred, and he can be eliminated."

Song Baojun's heart immediately mentioned: "So Ling Anqi and Liu Qinglin are both suspects?"

Philosophical personality says: "Ling Anqi's destructive personality is powerful, and her secret power is almost endless. If she wants to do anything, she may be the best candidate, which is why I doubted her from the beginning."

Song Baojun quickly shook his head: "Qiqi will not be bad for me."

"Ling Anqi is loyal, but she is too straightforward. It is not ruled out that those who are interested use her straightforwardness and purity to deceive her." The philosophical personality said: "After contacting the nightmare concretely, I found that this invading energy is 'corrosion' rather than 'destruction'. The two completely different energy, just like the difference between chemistry and physics, is simply incompatible, so it is not her."

Song Baojun just breathed a sigh of relief and was startled again: "The only one left is Liu Qinglin?"

"Let me say that, Ling Anqi is 30% likely, Liu Qinglin is 60% disliked, and the remaining 10% are other unknown factors."

“It’s quite complicated.”

Philosophical personality says: "Usually, it is difficult for ordinary people to develop new personality after their personality is damaged. Like broken limbs, it is an irreversible process for the human body. Just Liu Qinglin has a simple personality, which is worth our study for a long time."

This was the first time Song Baojun learned this knowledge and nodded quickly.

Philosophical personality says: "When he was twelve years old, Liu Qinglin suffered brain damage due to a car accident, and his IQ was reduced to five or six years old. At the same time, the simple personality in his body was confined to a small dark room. How did this happen? It is very doubtful."

"I feel suspicious when you say that."

The philosophical personality said: "But I can't draw conclusions, and I need to investigate more deeply. Well, eat more during this period to supplement us with the lost secret energy we have today."

"Haha." Song Baojun could only smile foolishly.

"Don't think it's a joke. Eating is the stupidest, but it is also one of the most direct ways to supplement the secret energy. And we can't have any expectations for your weak thinking."

"Okay, you got to the point." Song Baojun shrugged: "Then I have to go back first?"

"Subject! Wait!" Romantic personality shouted: "I want a kiss goodbye!"

"But let's take down your spoiled ball of light."

...

Back to the real world, Song Baojun opened his eyes and the lights in the room were on.

A familiar and tender face lay on the edge of the bed and looked at him, his eyes were bright and deep, and he was wearing a thin sweatshirt, showing his delicate figure.

"What's wrong with Ruoru?" Song Baojun reached out to pinch his sister's tender face.

Han Ruoyi asked with concern: "Brother, are you having a nightmare?"

"No, I'm pretty good. Did you say anything in a sleep?" Song Baojun picked up the phone beside his pillow and saw the time at 3:25 in the middle of the night.

Han Ruoyi frowned her beautiful eyebrows and thought for a while, and said, "Well... it's nothing, I just screamed a few times, oh, oh, or something."

Song Baojun couldn't help laughing and said, "Since you just screamed a few times, why are you nervous? Don't go to class during the day?"

"I'm going to class, I just get up in the middle of the night to see if my brother is sleeping well." Han Ruoyi slid her hair like a little adult, turned around and crawled into her bed.

Song Baojun turned off the lights, the room fell into darkness, silent everywhere, and a long breath came from his ears.

He suddenly asked, "Can't Ruoru fall asleep?"

Han Ruoyi whispered: "The first time I slept with my brother, I couldn't sleep."

Song Baojun turned over the quilt in the dark, reached out to hold Han Ruoyi's soft little hand, and said, "Go to bed early, don't be late for class in the morning."

"Um."

...

...

The next day, Song Baojun was in a state of lack of powerlessness, and even his thinking was intermittent and he couldn't lift himself up. Needless to say, he knew that the secret energy was consumed too much last night.

There was no class in the afternoon, Song Baojun and Ling Anqi went to see the house and told Liu Xiyue. However, Liu Xiyue also made an appointment with Qiao Qiao, whom he met last time, to go shopping together, and just wanted him not to harass him.

So under the admiring eyes of many boys, Ling Anqi respectfully opened the door of the Hummer H3, and Song Baojun sat in swagger.

First, find a suitable apartment near the school to rent. This is very simple and the requirements are not high. It is clean, comfortable and spacious.

Following the house rental advertisement phone number published in the free newspaper, I called one by one and quickly found an apartment that meets the requirements.

Just outside the west gate of Chazhou University, there is a community building across the street, with two bedrooms and one living room, and all the home decorations are available, but the beds have to be specially customized, with a monthly rent of 5,000 yuan. Because it is close to the university and the location is prosperous, it is slightly more expensive than other places.

Song Baojun didn't care. He signed a half-year rental contract with the homeowner, paid the rent, and ordered Ling Anqi to move in as soon as possible.

Ling Anqi agreed anxiously. The monthly rent of 5,000 yuan was simply unimaginable for her, almost enough to cover the living expenses of a year. However, since the husband insisted that she move out and live, he didn't dare to say anything more.

"You live here conveniently, close to the school. Sometimes I don't have time to go home and I'm in the situation where the dormitory is closed, so I can come to you to spend some time." Song Baojun's relaxed words suddenly made the silly girl's heart beat faster.

"First, sir, do you sleep with me?" The silly girl blushed and took a long time to finish her words. She buried her head deep in her chest and didn't dare to see Song Baojun.

"Aren't there two rooms?" Song Baojun glanced at her strangely.

"Oh..." Ling Anqi let out a long sigh, feeling extremely disappointed, and her whole body was about to fall down.

"What are you thinking?" Song Baojun added.

Ling Anqi hurriedly said: "I, I, I, I think that sleeping with my husband can take care of me nearby. If you wake up in the middle of the night and feel thirsty, I can pour water for you or something..."

"That's good."

Song Baojun said heartily: "I'm afraid that I will never wake up again if I'm suppressed by you in the middle of the night. The silly girl's weight of 200 pounds is really not something I can cover."

Then go find properties for sale.

Song Baojun envisioned a small villa in the suburbs with a budget of less than 10 million.

This is not easy to find. Rich people in the city who can afford villas don’t care about the size. Developers all go big, and the price is basically over 20 million.

He drove around the city and asked Liang Bohua to help him contact him. Finally, he found a seller. The location is very good, with a construction area of ​​about 260 square meters, and there is also a 140 square meters yard with a price of 8 million yuan, which is considered a conscientious price. The only problem is that the villa has been built for 25 years and is not a new house.

But this doesn't matter much. As long as it is redecorated, it will be a good villa. Song Baojun decided to meet the owner.

The two sides made an appointment to meet in a nearby teahouse. When "Mr. Wang" on the contact list came in, Song Baojun was shocked.

It was the old acquaintance Wang Cunde. He looked at least twenty years old, with gray hair, deep eyes, tight eyebrows, and wrinkles. He could dodge anyone's eyes.

Since he was retaliated against by beating Song Baojun, Wang Cunde's career has plummeted. Everyone of his former friends saw him as if he was avoiding snakes and scorpions. Fortunately, Du Ershen left a glimmer of hope to survive until now and barely maintain the situation.

As soon as Wang Cunde entered the entrance of the teahouse, he suddenly saw the evil star who was hit. He was shocked and almost didn't wet his pants. He turned his head and walked out.

"Old Wang, is it you?" Song Baojun shouted.

Wang Cunde had to stop, turn back stiffly, and smiled and said, "Mr. Jun, it's early."

Song Baojun waved to him and asked, "Are you going to sell the house?"

Wang Cunde had to listen to the instructions of Mr. Jun. He walked to the side of Song Baojun's table, bowed halfway and did not dare to sit down, and he did not dare to look at Liang Bohua and Ling Anqi beside Song Baojun, and smiled and said, "Yes, how do you know? Ah! It was you who contacted me just now?"

Song Baojun said: "Yes, I want to buy a house, and it's a coincidence to meet you."

Wang Cunde became more and more frightened when he heard this. He stuttered for a long time and said, "Mr. Jun. My company is on the verge of bankruptcy and urgently needs some funds to help him. Dozens of people under his command have to be supported. He has to sell his residence. I hope he will be considerate. Your great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten for life."

Song Baojun was stunned: "I just planned to buy a house. Why are you so nervous? Oh, are you afraid that I will just take your property and not pay for it?"

Wang Cunde bowed repeatedly and said no word, but his sad and anxious expression had already explained what he was thinking.

Song Baojun said: "Old Wang, why are you kidding? It's all right to forget about the incident before, I won't pursue you. Do I think I don't spit out bones when I eat people? I really have no shame to do that."

"Thank you, Jun Jun, thank you, Jun Jun." Wang Cunde repeatedly claimed to thank Buddi, and reached out to wipe his cold sweat.

Song Baojun asked him to sit down and said, "No matter how much the house is, as long as it is appropriate, and the two sides reach a consensus, I will never cheat you a penny, let's buy and sell it fairly."

Wang Cunde sat down tremblingly, looking at him hesitantly, still unable to believe that this demon army master was so easy to talk to.

Song Baojun sneered: "Old Wang, I want your whole family to disappear from now on, it's just a word. Why waste time taking advantage of your property? Why? Can't you trust me?"
Chapter completed!