The next morning, Zitong woke up refreshed, she hadn't slept so soundly for a long time. Was what happened last night a dream, or was it real?

She could only vaguely remember that the female ghost said that she was Lei's wife, wasn't Lei's wife alive and well? In this way, the appearance of the female ghost is that she thinks about it day and dreams at night.

After work at night, walking on the sparsely populated street, it looks particularly empty in the dim light. It was so quiet that you could hear the buzzing of light bulbs, swirling overhead, uncomfortable like a swarm of flies hiding on the ceiling.

Zitong didn't want to stay alone in this kind of place for too long, she quickened her pace, and just halfway through, a fishy wind drifted through the ground, and then a voice sounded in her ears: "Don't go forward, it's dangerous." ”

It's the female ghost in a white dress and red shoes again.

The fear was a strange feeling, and it faded after being harassed by the female ghost a few times. But it doesn't mean that Zitong is willing to talk to a weird female ghost. She was a living person after all.

Zitong lowered her head and walked forward, not looking at her, because she didn't want to see her covered in blood.

"Go back quickly, there's danger ahead." She followed behind Zitong and spoke again.

Zitong still ignored her and continued to walk forward. Suddenly, there was a strange sound in front of me, sucking and sucking, like someone was licking a popsicle.

Zitong looked suspiciously, and less than a hundred meters in front of him, there were two strange people. A man lay on the ground, motionless. Another long-haired woman lay on top of him, her head gently rising and falling around his neck, sucking in a sound. Because of the backlight, only the swarthy outlines of the two can be seen vaguely.

Zitong stood still: "What person?" ”

Hearing the voice, the woman in the darkness raised her head alertly, lay on all fours like a frog, and turned around a few times. The hoarse voice in his throat came from the same hoarse voice as before the dog attacked: "Forehead ......"

Zitong felt that something was wrong, and she took a few steps back, moving her bag to her chest to fend off the attack. But then, as if frightened by something, the woman suddenly ran up with her hands and feet, and moved as swiftly as an ape. Rushing to the wall, his body disappeared into a side door.

The female ghost behind her disappeared without a trace, and only the man lying on the ground was left nearby, Zi Tong didn't dare to come closer, bent down and whispered, "Are you okay?" ”

He didn't answer, and he didn't move.

Zi Tong stepped forward to see the man's appearance clearly, her stomach tumbled violently, and the contents almost rushed out, and she hurriedly covered her mouth.

His entire neck was cracked, as if it had been torn by some ferocious animal. The cracks were a jagged mess, and a few faint traces of blood could be seen in the messy flesh. The head was completely tilted to one side, attached to the body by a thin piece of skin. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was still screaming in horror. His face was pale, without any blood.

At this time, the figure of a woman had swept by. With his left hand, he grabbed Zitong's neck, lifted her high, and pushed her hard against the wall behind her. The eyes were full of clear red, unusually bewitching, even if it was a solemn color.

Her breath was filled with the strong smell of perfume on her body, and this smell made Zitong's head dizzy. The brain was suddenly deprived of oxygen, and there was an uncontrollable drowsiness. My feet straightened sadly, knowing in my heart that I was going to die in the next second.

Just as the coldness of death began to consume her body, the woman's smile suddenly froze on her face. Because a dark claw pierced her body from behind, sticking out of her chest, the sharp tip of the claw was facing the direction of Zitong. Blood rolled down her smooth clothes, and as soon as she touched the ground, her color quickly darkened and turned purple.

She looked down at the wound in surprise, as if she couldn't believe it. As soon as the hand holding Zitong's neck loosened, she fell sharply and sat on the ground against the wall.

Zi Tong wanted to say hello to Feng Jiu behind her, but a series of fierce coughs came out of her throat.

Feng Jiu looked very strange. The head and body remained human, but the hands had turned into a pair of black, furry claws.

The woman couldn't move, and viciously bared her two fangs: "Who ......" Before the words fell, she spat out a mouthful of purple-red liquid.

Because Feng Jiu turned his wrist, letting his claws spin heavily around her chest. Throw her aside again. Then grinning in disgust, he shook the purple-black liquid from his paws, and muttered, "I hate vampires the most, a bunch of stinky skins with the blood of the dead." ”

There was a huge transparent hole in his chest, and he struggled to get up. The woman put her hands on the ground and let out a beastly menace: "Huh...... Who are you? ”

Feng Jiu looked at her and laughed, smiling as gracefully as a nobleman, "You have been in my territory for many days, and you haven't seen me yet." She is my person, protected by me, and if you think about it, I don't think you will spare you. ”

The posture on the handsome face was very arrogant, and he didn't care that the other party was a super beauty. The claws had changed back to the shape of a human hand, but the right hand was carried far away from the body, as if it was afraid that the purple blood on it would stain its hospital gown.

But the woman didn't seem to care about this, and her voice was even more honestly afraid: "Yes, Lord Feng Jiu, thank you, Your Excellency." ”

"Let's go." Feng Jiu waved his hand.

Hearing this, the woman's figure flashed, and the body of the security guard on the ground disappeared, and the blood stains left on the ground had completely turned into a jet-black color.

"Oh, I touched her with my hand, and I made a mistake." Feng Jiu didn't glance at Zitong, he lowered his head and took out a tissue to wipe his hands.

She could only stand up by herself against the wall: "Feng Jiu, is she a vampire?" ”

"Yes."

"How's that going to work? Do you allow her to kill? ”

Feng Jiu turned his head to look at Zitong, with some disdain in his eyes: "War, murder, drug trafficking, human trafficking, balabala, these are all things that people do." They each have their own natal charts, karma, life and death are determined by heaven, and I can't care about it and don't want to care about it. Although the blood clan is not pleasant, but the blood clan is only to make a living and suck blood, why is it not allowed? ”

Zi Tong's throat was dry: "Feng Jiu, you discriminate against human beings. ”

He raised his eyebrows slightly in smugness: "Of course, we youkai are much nobler than humans. ”

"Then why do you always save me in times of crisis?" Zi Tong lowered his voice and asked him.

"Oh, what are you talking about, we're friends." A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he turned and walked towards the exit, "As for why I always save you in times of crisis, the reason is very simple, you will be more moved when you appear at this time, and you can pay me more." Speaking of which, you owe me a lot of money, little ordinary. ”

Zitong limped behind him, but couldn't catch up with him: "Feng Jiu, you are very treacherous." ”

"Each other, send you here, and go the rest of the way!"

Zitong was not in a good mood, and said goodbye with an "oh", and walked forward with his head down.

"Little Pingfan, do you remember what I said?" He said behind him.

Zitong turned around, and he looked at her with a smile: "Don't meddle, don't talk to ghosts, it's dangerous." ”

At night, Zitong was wrapped in thick cotton pajamas and sat in front of the computer in her big cow slippers to surf the Internet.

A gust ......of wind blew up, knocking over the milk carton at hand, and milky juice dripped onto the carpet.

Zitong hurriedly took a rag to absorb water, and just squatted down, he found a pair of feet wearing sandals exposed under the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

It was the female ghost, although she had kindly reminded herself during the day, but remembering what Feng Jiu said, Zitong had no words.

As if she quickly realized Zitong's mentality, she hid behind the curtain and said, "I scared you?" "The voice was soft, but clear.

Zitong still didn't say anything.

Seeing that Zitong didn't talk to her, she sighed: "I really can't help it." When I was in a car accident, my soul was gone, and Ray did a lot to save me. I don't worry about him, I stay by his side to protect him and take care of him. ”

Zitong continued to be silent, not even wanting to look up.

She didn't care, and said to herself: "Ray is bent on helping me come back to life, and at first I was worried that he would go crazy. But after a few years, sometimes I was able to go back to my own body and look at him with the eyes of my body. I think his methods worked, and in a little while, maybe I could come back from the dead. ”

"But something has been chasing me lately, and I don't know what it is, but luckily I have a feeling, and I was lucky enough to hide before that thing arrived. But sooner or later, that thing will find Ray and will kill him. I think it must be me and Ray who are going to be damned for using the art of resurrection. I don't know what to do, I'd rather he live well than come back to life. Maybe burn my body and he'll be safe, so please help me with a message. ”

"Why don't you tell him yourself." Zitong finally couldn't help but speak.

The body hidden behind the curtain shook: "I can't do it." ”

"Why?"

"He can only see my lifeless body, not my ......," the feet suddenly fell apart, after saying this.

It is said that Ray's wife, who was in a deep coma, ran up to any man and said to him, "Your still living wife let you burn her body." "The first reaction must have been a slap in the face to fan her away.

This sentence is easier said than done. If you don't care about it, the female ghost is struggling again. What should I do? Zitong didn't come up with an answer when she thought of a toothache.

It's just that Canghai hasn't been at home recently, Feng Jiu's wolf demon is also uncertain, and Zitong doesn't even have anyone to talk to.

Temperatures continued to cool, with five days in a row without a single sunny day. It was freezing rain intermittently, gray sky, gray streets, half-dead climate, and even people were weak.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, in the freezing rain, Zitong arrived at "Yan Shan" depressedly, and as soon as she pushed the door open, Xiaohui said anxiously: "Zitong, the guest ordered KopiLuwak, and no one answered the boss's call." You look at the store, and I go to the boss's house to find him. ”

KopiLuwak, commonly known as cat poop coffee, as the name suggests, is coffee made from undigested coffee beans from civet feces, one of the top coffees in the world.

In recent years, the price of KopiLuwak has been climbing due to people's popularity. Major coffee shops have also responded to the market demand and have launched KopiLuwak ranging from tens to hundreds of yuan.

In fact, only the wild KopiLuwak produced above 1,000 meters above sea level in the Sumatra Plateau is the real cat poop coffee, which produces only a few catties a year, and is often swept away for private consumption by people who have a way to go on the market. The KopiLuwak sold in ordinary coffee shops is either a shoddy product pulled out by domestic civet cats who are forced to binge eat coffee beans, or coffee that is stir-fried with spices to make it taste.

I don't know what kind of doorway Lei went, and he was able to get an authentic KopiLuwak, which was only a few bags in number, and he kept it as if it were a treasure. Because the selling price is more expensive than other stores, a thousand yuan a cup, and there are not many people who know the goods, and they can sell two or three cups a month. Usually, if a customer orders this kind of coffee, Ray will make it himself, and will never pretend to the clerk.

"Don't go, I'll cook."

"Huh?" Xiaohui was stunned.

"If the guests can't wait, our tips and withdrawals will fly." Chong Xiaohui winked, "Do you want to try KopiLuwak?" ”

It's just stealing, Xiaohui smiled tacitly.

Deliberately boiled half a pot, one cup for the guests, Zitong and Xiaohui each divided half a cup. As soon as she took a sip, Xiaohui spit it out, frowned and said, "What kind of thing, it's thick, fishy and bitter, and it's worse than the residue of traditional Chinese medicine." ”

Many people are not used to drinking this thing, Zitong smiled and slowly tasted it. I only feel that the lubrication is rich, sweet and delicious, and all the pores of the whole body are so satisfied.

"If you can't taste it, you can enjoy it yourself." Xiaohui stuck out her tongue and rinsed her mouth.

It just so happens that the rest of the coffee is hers. Happily poured her coffee into her cup, and was about to continue tasting it, when a thunderous voice rang out in her ears: "BlackIvory? Listed, is it listed? How could I not, know? ”

Looking up, Ray was standing outside the counter, his blond hair in a mess and his lips chapped. His eyes were as cold as ice, and his sockets sank deeply. There was a faint patch of green under his eyes, as if there were two green tendons floating. The black sweater on his body was crumpled, and there were a few drops of mud on his suit pants.

Zitong hid the coffee cup behind him, trying to squeeze out a smile: "Boss, hehe......"

Lei's expression was serious: "I'm asking you, Tong." ”

was caught and was a thief, Zitong even forgot the person she was most afraid of, and hurriedly replied: "Report to the boss, BlackIvory is not on the market yet, and the BlackIvory I drank was obtained by my friend through a special channel, and ordinary people can't buy it." ”

Ray shifted his gaze down to the coffee pot, "KopiLuwak, you brewed it?" ”

"Yes, the boss's phone can't get through, I'm afraid that the guests can't wait and start cooking."

He held out his hand: "Hand it over." ”

Zi Tong embarrassedly handed the coffee cup to him, and he looked down and sniffed the taste: "How did you cook it?" ”

"4 scoops of powder, 360 ml of water, no stirring, water temperature 96 degrees, water pressure 10, time 2 minutes and 15 seconds, dry with a cold damp cloth."

"Tong, you come, go to the day shift." Taking a sip of coffee, he said slowly.

During the day, there are many customers in "Yan Shan", and working the day shift means being a barista during the day and becoming a regular employee of "Yan Shan". However, Zitong didn't want to let herself be busy during the day in order to earn a few hundred more yuan, and she was unhappy, so she refused: "Boss, I will only make this kind of coffee, and nothing else." ”

He was a little absent-minded, leaning against the counter and slowly tasting the coffee: "Oh, then, Tong, drink half a cup of coffee." You're paid today, and you're gone. ”

Fortunately, he didn't agree to this scheming boss, and Zitong quietly rolled her eyes at him. Then I remembered the troublesome thing again, and after a long time, I raised the courage to ask tentatively: "Boss, how is your wife lately?" ”

He wasn't surprised: "It's good...... staring at the shop hall quietly, "Soon, wake up...... Angels watch over her...... Wake up quickly...... Holding the hand of the son, the white-headed old man...... We made an appointment with ......"

All the words stumbled, except for the Chinese proverb that went very smoothly.

To be honest, his words and the expression on his face now made Zitong feel a little dazed. It is neither worried, not indifferent, nor hopeful, but with a completely dead heart vicissitudes and cool expression. And he seemed to be unaware of his reaction, and his eyes sunken in his sockets were as quiet as two pools of seclusion.

There is no greater mourning than death......

For some reason, he reminded Zitong of such a sentence. She opened her mouth, and she really couldn't tell him what had happened to her for a while. (To be continued.) )