Miao Qingyun solemnly put the lilies into the body bag, looked up at Wen Cheng and shouted, "Let's go and have a look at it at one o'clock." ”

The body bag was sealed again, and the rosacea seller's body was lifted again and easily stuffed into the ambulance.

"Wait, I'll go and see if the child they said can be saved."

Miao Qingyun stopped the ambulance that was about to close the door and drive away, and after giving a word, he followed the crowd to the flower bed across the road.

At this time, Wen Cheng had already run into the flower bed, just like looking for his own child, looking very seriously, and even the waist-deep shrubs in the deepest part ran into it.

After the flower bed was traveled back and forth twice, the people who came to help had given up looking for it, and stood aside and watched the orange go crazy alone, not to mention that they were all doubting the child's authenticity, the place where the accident occurred was across the road from this double-layer flower bed, and the motorcycle hit the tricycle, no matter how strong the force was, a child could not be thrown away so far, unless the motorcycle driver was in the urban area hanging in fifth gear and soaring out of 200 miles.

Ask the orange to find the child is also anxious, after all, it is a human life, where did the child go, the deepest part of the flower bed is also the same as the chest, he has turned it over three times, and if he can't find the child, he will really rot in the flower bed.

"Little one, come out quickly, Auntie will take you home."

Wen Cheng continued to meditate in his heart, still did not give up reaching out to pull out the bushes in the flower bed, and when he read it more than 50 times, Wen Cheng felt a pain in his left index finger, and his finger was cut by a branch, and when he withdrew his hand, a cold little hand grasped Wen Cheng's index finger.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! Immediately after that, a series of cries came from the flower bed, and Wen Cheng quickly reached out to hug the child, wrapped in a military coat and held the child in his arms.

The moment the child was carried out of the flower bed, the onlookers were in an uproar, applauding Wen Cheng, and they all gathered around to see the big child.

"It's okay, it's okay, we're back, everything will pass." After coaxing the child out of the flower bed and stabilizing the child's mood, he handed the child over to Miao Qingyun.

Miao Qingyun took the child, opened the military coat and quickly checked the child's body, making sure that there were only scratches and some bruises on the face, and there were no other problems, so he wrapped the military coat back and carried the child to the ambulance.

"Wait! Can you drive further? The motorcyclist may not have been a hit-and-run, no, he may have died too. ”

Seeing that the ambulance was about to drive away, Wen Cheng squeezed out of the crowd in a hurry, and stopped in front of the car incoherently, which frightened the ambulance driver and quickly turned off.

"What's your name?"

Miao Qingyun jumped from the ambulance with an umbrella and asked Orange.

"Don't ask Orange."

Ask Cheng looked at Miao Qingyun's dress, although it was a little strange, but it should be a human, so he answered truthfully.

"You're a medium?"

Miao Qingyun approached and asked, Cheng lowered his voice and asked.

"No, I got into the ghost car this morning."

Ask Orange also lowered his voice and said what he had experienced in the morning.

"Can you get on a ghost car and get down? Are you sure? ”

Miao Qingyun was a little unconvinced, and wanted to poke and ask Orange with the tip of the umbrella to try if she was a human or a ghost, but fortunately, Ask Orange found it in time and avoided her temptation.

"You just poked a dead man, don't touch me, just follow me, I promise there are still injured people."

After asking Cheng and Miao Qingyun to distance themselves, they remembered the homeless old man again, and urged again in a little hurry to let the ambulance go with them.

Wen Qian had no choice but to contact his classmates who were assigned to the traffic police team, picked up the motorcycle of the traffic police on duty at the scene, and pushed it over.

"Alas, my sister has to believe everything she says, otherwise I'm sorry for our parents, get in the car, you just let them go with you, aren't you cold to lead the way barefoot? I'll send you there on a motorcycle. Wen Qian held up the motorcycle and let Wen Cheng get into the car.

Wen Cheng jumped into the car and waved his hand, and the ambulance followed suit, and it was only three stops away, and a homeless old man lying on the ground was found bleeding on the side of the road.

"It's him! It's him! It was he who was kicked out of the car. ”

Wen Cheng saw the homeless man excitedly patting Wen Qian on the shoulder and yelling that it was him, and after being turned his head and glared at him by Wen Qian, the second half of the sentence was said very quietly.

"Let's pull the cart, the person is still alive, and the head wound is also scarred, just go back to the hospital and deal with it a little."

Miao Qingyun jumped out of the car first, and after checking that the homeless old man was in good condition, he waved his hand and asked the people in the car to help lift him up.

"Sister, do you know what the people in the ambulance were talking about just now?"

Taking advantage of the nurse's efforts to get out of the car to help the homeless old man get into the car, Qian Qian whispered to ask Orange.

"What can two dead people say, the souls have been pulled away by the ghost car." Ask Orange tugged at her skirt and muttered in a low voice.

"You know I'm talking about living people still carrying bars with me, and the two doctors who carried the corpses said that today is definitely a hell, and I can meet a flower in the morgue on the side of the road."

"A morgue flower? Miao Qingyun? ”

Ask Cheng to ask a puzzled rhetorical question, and then remembered the lily on Miao Qingyun's head, and instantly understood why it was called a morgue flower, and it was normal to be a bit quirky to do this kind of profession of dealing with the dead.

"Well, I suspect she might be a deed, too, but is this umbrella a weapon? Can it be used in fights? ”

Wen Qian was talking to Wen Cheng about his doubts, and the ambulance behind him honked its horn, urging Wen Qian to hurry up and stay out of the way.

"Let's find the perpetrator first and then talk, it's eight o'clock, if you don't find it quickly, it will delay me to be the master of ceremonies."

Ask Orange to pat Qian on the back and tell him to set off quickly.

"What the hell is the emcee? The one who presides over the wedding is called the master of ceremonies, and you are the hostess! The one in charge of serving the dishes with a smile is similar to the waiter. ”

Wen Qian was riding a motorcycle and suddenly came over anyway, and explained loudly to Wen Cheng.

"Huh? Is that so? How do I think I'm supposed to hit the hammer? Wen Cheng thought that Qian Qian was fooling himself if he didn't understand it, and he was still a little confused.

"That's called an auctioneer! My stupid sister, you don't even know what you're going to do today, why did the other party choose you? ”

Wen Qian was completely speechless, his stupid sister, he didn't understand what the auction was at all, I was afraid that just seeing the email saying that the auction was going to be on the evening news, and he needed to look decent.

This time, I didn't ride far at all when I saw the crowd of people on the side of the road pointing at things in the green belt.

Wen Qian pulled over and stopped the motorcycle, and Miao Qingyun also jumped out of the ambulance and walked towards the crowd.

"There is fluid in the abdomen, the internal organs are ruptured, and he can endure the pain and run so far before he breathes, and he also suffered a crime before he died, which is considered retribution."

Miao Qingyun squatted beside the green belt, took off the black silk gloves to reveal the disposable gloves on his hands, reached out to check the body of the non-mainstream teenager in a motorcycle suit, reached out and patted his abdomen and came to a conclusion, then put the black silk gloves back on, picked up the umbrella and stood aside and waited for the nurse to come over to seal the body and carry it to the ambulance.

A car accident, three lives, the child was lucky to be fine, and he picked up a homeless old man, the ambulance car was full, and it was impossible to accommodate the people who followed the car, Miao Qingyun could only give up hitchhiking and go to work in the hospital.

After watching the ambulance slowly drive away, Miao Qingyun turned his head to look at the brother and sister and frowned slightly, as if he was curious about the identities of the brother and sister.

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