Jin Qing: "The last sentence is your point!" However, the soul of silver and gold seems to be really good!

Climbing up from the pile of leaves, Jin Qing found that the sun had set, and secretly smashed his mouth, this plot is really not ordinary!

Standing beside the pile of leaves, Jin Qing listened to the noise coming from the crematorium, as well as the sound of the police car's horn opening the way.

Jin Qing clicked his lips, it seems that the middle-aged man has been discovered!

Raise your right arm, and a dark purple blood scab has formed on it.

Subconsciously put his hand into his clothes and touched his side, Jin Qing took a breath of "hiss", it hurts!

Although the previous fissure has slowly healed, the new flesh exposed under the charred skin has not yet scabbed, so the flesh is exposed naked.

Jin Qing grinned twice, the skin that had been burned by the high temperature was very unscaby because the cells had died, it seemed that this burn was more difficult to heal than other wounds!

Withdrawing his hand, Jin Qing sighed: Take your time! With her recovery ability, it is estimated that it will be better in about a month!

Moving his neck and moving his legs, the burns on his legs didn't seem to hurt so much.

Looking at her bare feet, she still needs a pair of shoes.

There was a garbage dump not far away, Jin Qing puffed out his cheeks and walked towards the garbage dump barefoot.

After rummaging through the garbage heap for a long time, I found a pair of sneakers with the mouth already open in the front.

From the broken mop head in the garbage heap, tearing off two rags and tying the front of the sneakers, Jin Qing looked down and admired her feet for a while, in fact, her craftsmanship was not bad.

With a sigh, Jin Qing began to run towards the direction of Qiao Jia's memory home.

Although every step of the run would hurt the wounds on her body, Jin Qing's psychology was full of motivation: if she remembered correctly, Qiao Jia in this world should be a rich man!

I'm sorry that after three worlds, she is still the out-and-out money fan at the beginning.

But she really can't control her power, Qiao Jia's bed is king size

For a man who has lived three worlds and has never slept in a soft bed, this attraction is fatal!

The crematorium was a little far from the city, and Jin Qing ran for two hours before finally seeing the apartment building where Qiao Jia lived.

The pedestrians on the road saw someone running past them quickly, and when they looked at their clothes, they thought they were homeless people who were being chased by the city management and fled everywhere.

So they just avoided it carefully, but no one paid much attention to her.

Jin Qing herself was annoyed while running, her body was a little too weak, and the burns on her body also limited her running speed.

Finally ran downstairs to the building, Jin Qing was happy, and he ran faster and faster.

But I didn't expect that when I arrived at the entrance of the building, I was restricted by the gate of the building.

Jin Qing looked inside the door in confusion, and happened to meet the frightened gaze of the building administrator.

Jin Qing hurriedly waved to the administrator and motioned for him to open the door.

However, the administrator not only did not open it, but also grabbed the baton placed under the table in a panic.

Jin Qing: "What's the situation?"

It turned out that the administrator was opening the door to ventilate the building, but he didn't expect to see a bald head from a distance, and he was so black that he was desperately running in his direction.

The Administrator thought of the recent news on TV about the gangsters, and was so frightened that he hurried to close the door of the building where he had just opened the ventilation.

He couldn't let this dangerous person into the building, which was full of people, and he was responsible for their lives.

Bending over and putting his hands on his knees, Jin Qing took a few breaths and sighed: It's really tiring to run all the way.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he looked up when he was out of breath, Jin Qing was startled by the figure reflected on the glass door, what the hell is this?

In Jin Qing's impression, Qiao Jia is a confident, introverted, and proud royal sister beauty.

However, the image reflected by the glass door is like this!

The hair on his head was almost burnt, and only some of the roots were still sticking to the blackened scalp of the smoke.

Jin Qing clicked her lips, she said that it was all pasty and fragrant all the way!

When there is no hair on the head, the head becomes more and more rounded.

The whole face was as if she had just been scooted, and the stains one by one made her teeth and the whites of her eyes more and more obvious, and Bai Sensen was terrifying.

He was wearing a men's T-shirt and women's jeans, and the sneakers that had just been tied under his feet had completely fallen off after rubbing against the ground.

Jin Qing moved his toes and found that the soles of his feet had been ground into small wounds by the small stones on the road, no wonder he felt a little tingling just now.

Jin Qing scratched his hairless head with his hand, a little embarrassed.

If it weren't for the fact that she was in this body, she really wouldn't have recognized this person.

Under the administrator's surprised gaze, Jin Qing lifted the front half of his clothes and stroked them up to his face, not caring at all that his body was still naked.

The administrator's eyes widened, his mouth widened, he looked at the burn marks on Jin Qing's waist in shock, and held the baton in his hand, he could still move if he was burned like this, this is Resident Evil!

Jin Qing took a breath, and shouted at the administrator pointing to the face he had wiped that was not as black as before: "Hello, please help me open the door, I am Qiao Jia, a resident on the seventeenth floor!" ”

The administrator took two steps back and shook his head at Jin Qing, he had seen Qiao Jia, she didn't look like this, you suspected terrorist, don't try to lie to me.

After refusing Jin Qing, the administrator pursed his lips, and at the same time clenched the baton in his hand, staring vigilantly at Jin Qing outside.

Beware of her outbursting at any time, who knows if she will suddenly take out a gun from her arms!

After Jin Qing saw the administrator's interaction: "Lao Tzu is not mentally ill!

Not trying to communicate with the administrator, Jin Qing paid attention to the lock outside the door, this kind of password palm print lock, any one can open the access control.

Although Jin Qing didn't know Qiao Jia's password, her palm print remained the same!

Thinking of this, Jin Qing was a little happy in his heart, and then stretched out his right hand and gently put the entire palm of his right hand on the palm pattern lock.

A second later, after the palmprint lock was scanned, Jin Qing's verification request was rejected with a "swoop".

The Administrator clenched his baton, this man was a terrorist!

Jin Qing is a little painful, does the current door lock look at the appearance!

Just thinking about it, Jin Qing looked down at her palm, and suddenly realized that her hand had been burned when she grabbed the hook.