Zhou Xiaolei frowned, thought for a while, looked at Wen Jun's heart-warming face, shook her head gently, and said pitifully: "Xiaojun, this is a matter of principle, I really can't promise you-"

Wen Jun couldn't bear to see her so embarrassed, so he had to retreat and said aggrievedly: "'Zhou Yu beats Huang Gai, one wish, one beats one wish'." Since we can't pee in a pot, there's no point in forcing it. Sister Xiaolei, I beg you one more thing. ”

"Dogs can't spit ivory out of their mouths." Zhou Xiaolei scolded hatefully, her pretty peach blossom-like face was as red as a ripe tomato, delicate and gorgeous, "Little ancestor, what else do you want?" ”

"Hehe, Sister Xiaolei, I want to see the corpse of this man and woman, this request is not too much, right?"

Zhou Xiaolei sweated heavily, scolding in her heart, your uncle! Isn't that too much to ask? But what he said was not a difficult thing for her. I thought it would be better to agree to him and see what tricks this guy can do.

She deliberately stretched a pretty face, pretending to be disgusted, glanced at him, and frightened: "Little ancestor, this is really the last time, if there is a next time, don't blame my aunt and grandmother for turning my face and not recognizing people!" ”

Wen Jun didn't like her honor, and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaolei, hehe, I vouch for my future wife's sexual happiness, and I must, certainly, and definitely there will be no next time." ”

"Flutter!" Zhou Xiaolei couldn't control her tense pretty face anymore, smiled and scolded, "Poor mouth!" Holding up that bewitching body alone, he walked towards the police car.

Wen Jun touched the bridge of his straight nose, didn't wait for the command, followed with a proud face, and when he walked to the courtyard wall, he unceremoniously hugged the bewitching body, and jumped towards the wall with a coquettish cry.

The police car started and roared away. Twenty minutes later, it stopped in front of the Sioux City Funeral Home.

As the deputy captain of the criminal police team, Zhou Xiaolei can be said to be a frequent visitor to the funeral home, and has dealt with its director countless times. After she explained her intentions, the curator didn't wait for her to issue a certificate, and took him directly to the morgue.

Because of the long storage, the surface of the corpse was covered with a thick layer of snowflakes, and it was no longer possible to see the skin of the deceased, let alone check the wounds.

Zhou Xiaolei looked at Wen Jun anxiously, I don't know if this guy is satisfied? If you are not satisfied, will you make any more excessive demands?

The purpose of Wen Jun's trip is twofold. One is to see if the killer has left any clues on the deceased, this killer can be called a peerless master, and has aroused his strong interest; The second is to steal the remaining memories in the deceased's brain, which is the main task of his trip.

Regardless of whether he or she is dead, as long as the memory cells in his or her cerebral cortex have not died, he or she must have preserved the memories of his or her life, but more or less.

Although the surface of the corpse was covered in a thick layer of snowflakes, his or her brain was intact! Amitabha, I hope his or her memory cells are not completely necrotic.

Wen Jun touched the "Dragon Ring" on the index finger of his right hand, looked at the two corpses, his lips opened slightly, and a string of Sanskrit words inadvertently flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

Two white rays of light that were indistinguishable to the naked eye drilled out of the minds of the male and female corpses respectively, flashed in front of Wen Jun's eyes, turned into two powerful streams of consciousness, and drilled straight into his brain.

"Alright, let's go." Wen Jun made three gestures at each of the two corpses, turned and left.

"Ahh Okay? Zhou Xiaolei followed closely and asked in disbelief.

"Sister Xiaolei, don't you want to leave yet?" Wen Jun turned around, patted the curator on the shoulder, and said with a mocking face, "Do you still want the curator to invite you to lunch?" ”

"Wow......" Zhou Xiaolei hurriedly vomited, and the pink fist fell ruthlessly on his thick chest, and scolded: "Stinky boy, are you disgusting?" ”

Saying goodbye to the curator, the two left and drove away from the funeral home.

Zhou Xiaolei saw Wen Jun closing his charming peach blossom eyes, leaning back on the passenger seat, silent as if he was asleep, and couldn't help but tease: "Xiaojun, hehe, you must have gained a lot today, right?" ”

Wen Jun is engrossed in obtaining the necessary memories from the deceased's mind, and the memories in his or her brain are quite intact, but there are too many and too complicated, and it takes a little time to sort them out.

It took a few minutes for Wen Jun to quickly glance at the memories saved by the deceased. There are not many episodes in the memories of the two deceased about the murder on the night of October 18, but they leave a fairly clear image of the killer.

After not seeing Wen Jun answer for a long time, Zhou Xiaolei's big watery eyes glared at him, seeing that he was absent-minded and completely ignoring his expression, he couldn't help but raise his voice, and scolded angrily: "Hey, Xiaojun, are you deaf or dumb?" ”

"Ah, Sister Xiaolei, you called me?" Wen Jun was awakened and said in astonishment.

Zhou Xiaolei scolded dissatisfiedly: "Are you stupid by the ghosts of the funeral home?" ”

"Joke, I've been through the ghost gate twice, and now that Lord Yama sees me, he has to walk around." Wen Jun patted his chest and said proudly.

"Yo hey, I went to the ghost gate twice, and I blew it." Zhou Xiaolei sneered and said, "Xiaojun, let me ask you, what were you thinking just now?" ”

"Of course I'm thinking about this murder case, otherwise what do you think?"

"Giggle......" Zhou Xiaolei smiled coquettishly, her pretty face like a peach blossom was full of banter, "So what good do you have now?" ”

Looking at her disapproving expression, Wen Jun was not annoyed, and said without hurry: "Believe it or not, I already know the general appearance of the killer." ”

Why is this sentence familiar?

Suddenly such a sentence came out, Zhou Xiaolei had to park the car on the side of the road, turned around, and looked at Wen Jun's charming peach blossom eyes, those big watery eyes bloomed with a strange look: "Xiaojun, what you said is true?" ”

Zhou Xiaolei suddenly remembered that day in the "Famen Temple", Master Lingzhi said that Wen Jun's soul had entered a state of "immortality and immortality", and her heart suddenly froze.

The soul is immortal and immortal! What kind of world is that? His soul, his brain. Can his behavior not be different from ordinary people? His abilities, can you imagine?

"Well, Sister Xiaolei, I won't lie to you if I lie to ghosts." Wen Jun nodded nonchalantly, looking like he loved it or not.

"Okay, my little man, my sister will believe you this time." Zhou Xiaolei's big watery eyes stared at Wen Jun motionlessly, as if she wanted to see him through, "You go back to the police force with me." ”

"Hey, Sister Xiaolei, this is a violation of discipline." Wen Jun sneered.

"Giggle...... See it discipline! Zhou Xiaolei was in a good mood, she couldn't help but say foul language, stepped on the accelerator with her right foot, and the police car was like a "fart bug", letting out a stinky roar that was not worth her life, and ran towards the city criminal police team.