"Xi Yao, huh? I'm sorry to inform you, you're dead, this is the nineteenth floor of the underworld, I'm Bai Moyang, the commissioner in charge of handling your reincarnation, this is your information, after confirming that it is correct, draw a charge on my computer screen, I press the enter key, even if it's done, I hope this cooperation is happy. ”

In front of him, the man with black hair and handsome eyebrows, with an expression like an iceberg piling up old snow, was looking at Xi Yao fiercely, and after speaking, he pursed the corners of his lips a little impatiently, revealing a deep dimple on the side of his right face.

At this moment, Bai Moyang is still dealing with the work he should do as if he were those souls in the past, one will come one after the next, one after another, hit the enter key again and again, and his work will be completed.

He was dressed in a pure white suit as if he was haunted by brilliance, like the image of Prince Charming in a girl's dream, and even Xi Yao, who had always looked numb to handsome guys, couldn't help but pause his eyes, just a big iceberg face and a terrible scenery.

But at the moment, even a handsome guy can't fully grab Xi Yao's attention, because this handsome guy meows and talks about what nonsense? Xi Yao didn't believe it at all......

She shivered all over her body, and recited a few words silently in the depths of her heart: she must be dreaming, she just set the alarm clock in bed in her memory, and she will go to work in the new unit "Traditional Chinese Medicine Group" early tomorrow morning.

She muttered to herself in her heart, did not reply, but silently closed her eyes.

"One, two, three......" silently recited three numbers and then opened, there was still smoke in front of him, and the clearest thing was the amber eyes of the white commissioner just now.

"What, don't you believe it?" Seeing Xi Yao like this, Bai Moyang seemed to have become accustomed to it, sighed and continued, "You were just thinking about whether you were dreaming, and then closed your eyes and silently recited three numbers in your heart, am I right?" ”

This man knows all about my thoughts?

"This man knows everything about my mind?" Like a repeater, Bai Mo Yang impatiently repeated the words that Xi Yao was silently reciting in his heart.

Even so, Xi Yao still didn't want to admit it, "Okay, even if it's not a dream, why should I believe you?" What do you mean by the commissioner of the nineteenth floor? It's a prank! ”

Xi Yao's attitude was resolute, she memorized all kinds of psychology books backwards, and posed this question at the moment, if nothing else, the person in front of him would give a series of evidence to prove his identity, just waiting for him to show his feet.

At this moment, Xi Yao was rubbing his hands, waiting for Bai Moyang's answer with blazing eyes.

Bai Moyang doesn't argue, he sees more souls every day, he is used to everything, there are those who are sloppy and slippery, some who refuse to admit to death, and some who are begging bitterly, like Xi Yao is still good, and, according to Bai Moyang's experience working here for hundreds of years, Xi Yao has already believed in one-seventh of it, and the other six-sevenths are just stubborn psychology.

He rarely showed a very interested look, squinted his eyes and swept the computer screen, and his sleeve-length fingers involuntarily scrolled twice on the mouse, "Xi Yao, your life is good, there are not many souls queuing up behind, then I'll take a look at your information......" As he spoke, Bai Moyang's slender fingers continued to scroll on the mouse.

Looking at his pretended expression, Xi Yao couldn't help but squint his eyes suspiciously. For some reason, he took a closer look at the surrounding environment, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, but the clouds and mist were stacked as if someone's chimney was on fire, and the handsome guy with an ice face in front of him was sitting in front of an object shaped like a desk, and in front of him was a desktop computer that couldn't tell what a bad brand it was.

"Now the equipment in the underworld is so high-end, huh? Office settings! Xi Yao looked around for a while, and finally sighed. She still can't believe that she's dead. The brain is running hard, searching for who is so "leisurely" and dares to trick her!

"Xi Yao, twenty-six years old, born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine, graduated from the XXXX Police Academy, the dream is to be a policeman specializing in psychology, but in the end, he did not have to be able to reluctantly engage in the industry related to traditional Chinese medicine, grandfather, father, and brother are all doctor-related professions, your brother is a forensic doctor, and there is a habit that no one else knows: eat instant noodles when dissecting, by the way, only eat beef-flavored; As for you, Xi Yao was born on the day of Halloween on July 15, and the rest of your family, except for you, died in an accident during a picnic four years ago......"

Balabala...... Bai Moyang began to talk about the mode, from Xi Yao's birth to her twenty-six years old, picking on the big things about her and the people around her, as well as those things that only she knew about, including when and under what circumstances she first used "Da Bundi......

If a woman is talking about these old things in front of her, the key is that the past events that are only vague fragments in Xi Yao's memory are actually read by a handsome ice face like a student reading a text at the moment, which always makes Xi Yao feel awkward, and even more awkward.

Even Xi Yao, who had been trained and had already become steel, couldn't help but start beating violently, her whole body was already wet with cold sweat, she reached out and stroked the thin sweat on her forehead, "So...... I'm dead. ”

"Yes, your longevity is over, and now I want to arrange the next reincarnation for you." Bai Moyang spit out these words lightly as if he was saying that he didn't like to eat potatoes and liked to eat tomatoes.

"But why don't I remember the cause of death in my mind? This one...... How do you explain that? Also, what are the twenty layers of the underworld, I have only heard of eighteen, where is the nineteenth? It's obviously a lie! Xi Yao argued strongly, in fact, her heart was about to jump to her throat, this was her last hope, the last hope to deny that she was dead.

Bai Moyang looked at Xi Yao, who was blushing but still thinking about his words, he was not annoyed or angry, but rarely showed an elusive smile, he slowly shook his head and explained surprisingly patiently, "Due to the continuous natural disasters in the world, and the number of people who commit suicide before the death period is also increasing, the clerks in the underworld are busy and can't do it, so some rather cumbersome things are picked out and set up a "nineteenth layer of the underworld". As for the part where you can't remember the cause of death...... Unlike the above layers of Yin Souls, you can drink Meng Po soup when you are reincarnated, and the souls of the nineteenth layer will automatically delete all relevant information from the moment you die! ”