When Song Jing went out and the door closed, Jian Nuo's eyes were even more interested.

She slowly walked to Zhuo Yuanzhi's bedside, and slowly picked up a pillow in the other party's horrified eyes.

She was originally a puppet and couldn't smell the smell of human beings, but watching Zhuo Yuanzhi dying and struggling, her eyes became more and more interesting.

Zhuo Yuanzhi himself is a skeleton, no matter how hard he struggles, he can't struggle anywhere, and he is almost powerless.

He watched as the white pillow slowly covered his face.

Hardly with much force, he heard Zhuo Yuanzhi snort, his body bones could barely withstand the toss, and he didn't need strong pressure, and he soon died.

Jian Nuo hooked her lips: "I'm on the wrong line." ”

After saying these words, Zhuo Yuanzhi under his hand completely quieted down.

Probably didn't expect to die directly, and Zhuo Yuanzhi's room didn't even have an instrument to monitor the dynamics of life.

Jian Nuo raised his eyes slightly, and the monitors hanging in the four corners of the room made a slight electric sound, as if they were broken.

When there was no sound, Jian Nuo put the pillow next to her and folded it as flat as when she came in.

Two minutes later, Song Jing opened the door and came in and said, "I called the police." ”

Jian Nuo smiled and said, "Will the police accept it?"

"This is a cult, a big event!"

Song Jing had never seen such a talisman, and she decided in her heart that it was a cult, and she was semi-threatened when she came, so she would be fine.

When she walked to the side of the bed, she saw that Zhuo Yuanzhi's eyes were already wide open, and his cloudy eyes had lost their focus, and she was startled: "Why does he look like he's dead?"

Jian Nuo said: "There is no breathing, maybe he was stimulated, he was already struggling to breathe." ”

Jian Nuo's words were normal, but Song Jing didn't expect it, "It's been up to now, and your psychological quality is so fragile?"

Song Jing didn't kill or beat anyone, he just solved a few bodyguards, could it be that Zhuo Yuanzhi couldn't hold on when he saw that the plan failed?

However, he himself had run out of oil lamps, and it was not surprising that he died suddenly after being strongly stimulated.

Song Jing sighed, it was not the first time he had seen a dead man, but he didn't have the slightest sympathy for this person, and he didn't deserve to be sympathetic.

For the first time, there was a strong hatred: "He died cheaply." ”

Although he struggled for a while before he died, compared to what he did, it was probably not an exaggeration.

Not wanting to see this person again, coupled with the foul smell in the room, she quickly retreated.

Lao Yao was still stunned, but seeing that Song Jing had settled everything, he still breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly contacted the medical staff over there to notify someone to come over.

After all, Zhuo Yuanzhi died, and the remaining bodyguards were solved by Song Jing, and there was no one else in the corridor on this floor, and it turned out to be Zhuo Yuanzhi's private care room.

His biggest mistake was that he didn't expect Song Jing to be able to pick a few.

When the medical personnel came in a panic and frightened, the police arrived at about the same time.

Di Nan Chao often deals with unnatural events, and also has an identity on the surface, and often contacts the police station, the two sides have talked a few words, the police did not look for Song Jing alone, Di Nan Chao found Song Jing to talk.

Seeing that the ward was busy, and someone carried away Zhuo Lunyuan, who had passed out in a coma, for rescue, Di Nanchao paused: "Did Jian Nuo do it?"

Song Jing's eyes widened: "Of course it's me!"

Emperor Southern Dynasty: "......"