Ten o'clock in the morning, Shajing Funeral Home

The situation in the hall at this moment, if Qi Chen could see it, he would find that it was almost exactly the same as what he had seen in his dream at the beginning.

Zhou Mi, Jia Tingting, Di Xue, Tong Xinyu, they were all before her posthumous photo.

Although it was only the first time they met, there was no picture of the Shura field.

Perhaps, this is also the only benefit of Qi Chen's death.

In the funeral home, Sima Zhihu has been conscientiously guarding inside.

In his mind, he always remembered the explanation in Qi Chen's suicide note.

Although many situations, in his eyes now, seem very inexplicable.

But when I thought of it, Qi Chen's magical ability.

In Sima Zhihu's mind, there was no hesitation.

At this time, he kept his head down.

But his attention has always been on Tong Xinyu.

This is exactly one thing that I am looking forward to in my last words.

suddenly

His eyes froze, and his face changed.

The next moment, his body, which was already ready to go, rushed towards the back of the coffin that had not yet been closed.

"Miss Tong, don't."

Sima Zhihu shouted as he rushed over.

His voice caught the attention of the entire funeral home.

They subconsciously turned their heads to look.

I saw that Tong Xinyu was holding a pair of scissors in his hand.

Her eyes were slightly closed, and a relieved smile was lowered on her face.

At this moment, the scissors are stabbing towards the heart.

However, because of Sima Zhihu's exclamation, Tong Xinyu was slightly stunned.

The scissors in her hand also subconsciously stopped.

Bite......

It was also at this time that a bright light flashed in front of everyone's eyes.

Then, I saw that the scissors in Tong Xinyu's hand had disappeared.

On the ground, a silver hairpin was nailed to the concrete floor of the funeral home.

Two-thirds of the hairpin, which is more than 10 centimeters long, has sunk into the ground.

On the hairpin, the scissors that disappeared in Tong Xinyu's hand were hung on it.

In the funeral parlor, Qi Chen's girlfriends, as well as Sima Zhihu and Ouyang Qingqing, they all stared at the hairpin with an incredulous expression.

At this moment, everyone almost forgot that Tong Xinyu had committed suicide just now.

You know, the floor of the funeral parlor is all made of solid cement.

Not to mention poking a hole, even if you knock a small pit of one centimeter, you have to waste a lot of effort.

But a small hairpin pierced ten centimeters like a thorny tofu.

It is conceivable what a great force this hairpin has.

The people thought of if the hairpin had been shot not on the ground, but on their necks.

With their flesh and blood, it is not pierced in an instant.

The thought of this makes them feel a cold swish in their necks.

Especially Sima Zhihu, he rushed to the front.

The hairpin passed through his ear.

His whole person, his face was frightened and turned bloodless in an instant.

"Xinyu, you are confused."

At this time, Li Yue'e, the initiator of the hairpin, stepped forward.

Reaching out and gently pulling it out, the hairpin that pierced ten centimeters into the ground had already been pulled out by him.

She removed the top scissors and reinserted the hairpin into the back of her head.

turned around, looked at Tong Xinyu, who was still sluggish, and said.

In the funeral home

Everyone discovered that such a terrifying hairpin dart was actually sent by Qi Chen's mother.

The heart is even more shocked.

They suddenly discovered that Qi Chen's family was becoming more and more mysterious.

All of a sudden, because of Qi Chen's death, everyone who was full of grief and had nothing to love in life had become much more complicated.

It's Zhou Mi, although his Tai Chi Xuangong has reached the third layer. It is not too rare to pierce a hairpin into the concrete floor.

However, he could accurately hit the scissors in Tong Xinyu's hand in such a short time without hurting her at all.

Zhou Mi asked herself, the probability that she can do it is definitely not more than 30%.

"Mom, Qi Chen is dead, Qi Chen is dead, woo woo~"

Seeing Li Yue'e in front of her, Tong Xinyu threw herself into her arms.

"Well, don't cry. It's okay, there's mom here. ”

Li Yue'e comforted softly.

Just now, she was in contact with the people of Heavenly Court.

I asked them how they were doing, and for a while, I didn't pay much attention to the situation in the funeral home.

If it weren't for Sima Zhihu's sudden exclamation, she wouldn't have reacted at all.

Feeling the tremor of Tong Xinyu's body in her arms, Li Yue's face became even more gloomy.

Before, she was still feeling guilty about her decision that might hurt innocent people.

But at this moment, there was no mercy in her heart.

Blood debts and blood repayment, rightfully justified.

Thinking of this, Li Yue'e silently put her hand into her pocket.

In her pocket, on her mobile phone, a message that had been edited was sent by him in an instant......

On the other side of the Pacific, the United States imperialism, Watsington

In a residential building not far from the Kashiwa Palace, a beautiful woman who looks like a white self Rose stands quietly by the window, her eyes have been on the Kashiwa Palace.

Suddenly, there was a slight vibrating sound on the phone on her desk.

She looked shocked, turned around slightly, and picked up her phone.

A text message from an unknown number is displayed on it.

The white me Ross beauty hesitated slightly, and clicked on the text message.

"Ya, what did Emperor E say?"

In the room, in addition to this white self Rose beauty, there were five men and women of all skin colors.

One of the men, also from White Self Rose, asked in English.

"Action!"

The woman named Ya threw the phone directly at him.

……

Deep East, funeral parlor

In the funeral parlor, everyone was still immersed in Li Yue'e's unpredictable silver hairpin dart just now.

At this time, outside the funeral home, the people who came to chase after him had already arrived.

Cars began to park outside the funeral home one after another.

Originally, there were only four or five wreaths at the door.

By eleven o'clock in the morning, it was completely impossible to pose.

The pedestrians on the road were originally just a few curious.

But the more you go to the back, the more expensive cars you have.

Passers-by finally couldn't help but be curious, and began to quietly gather outside the funeral home.

If there is a first, there is a second.

In less than five minutes, outside the funeral home, hundreds of people were already tightly surrounded.

The situation in the funeral parlor was also completely exposed, and it was all exposed to the eyes of passers-by.

"This is the funeral of a big man, and so many people came."

"Wow, look, there's a beautiful woman, God, there's another one, this, this, this, this......, this Are all the beauties of the entire Deep East here? How can there be such beautiful people in the world. ”

"That'...... Isn't that the president of the Deep East Nature Association, oh, he's ...... He's ...... Wang Sicong is here. I'm going crazy, what the hell is this big guy who died, so much energy. ”

Outside the funeral home, when passers-by saw the situation in the funeral home, they were so shocked that they trembled.

Whether it is Zhou Mi and other beauties who have brought disaster to the country and the people, or Wang Sicong and the president of the Natural Association, such upper-class social figures.

If it is at the funeral of ordinary people, if one can appear, it will be enough to blow for a lifetime.

But I don't know whose funeral it was, it actually appeared at the same time.

For a while, everyone couldn't come back to their senses at all.

Hey, I don't know what to say. Let's give everyone a good old age.

Happy 2019!

(End of chapter)