It was already five o'clock in the morning, and the sky was white, and Qin Feng drove the car directly to the bus stop with one foot on the accelerator. Then he stopped at the place where he first met Disgusted Autumn, unceremoniously opened the car door, grabbed her arm and threw it down.

"Call that godfather! Let him come and pick you up! ”

This kind of hot potato, he will never touch it again, you said how good it would be if he was blind last night, there is nothing to do.

What the godfather said was quite sarcastic, but fortunately, he had just returned to the world and didn't know much about these things, but he vaguely felt that what this guy said was not a good thing.

However, the struggle of the autumn weariness is like a rabbit with legs to Captain Qin.

"Stand up for me!" Qin Feng stared at the little girl in front of him, his beautiful eyes were wet, as if as long as he was soft-hearted, he would be tricked immediately.

Disgusted with Qiu, she felt that this guy was really talking, and she promised to let her touch her bones, but now she is ruthless, which is really shameless.

In these years, if you tell fortunes under the overpass, you will also have to be rewarded.

Besides, in this kind of place where no one is around late at night, except for her gifted eyes, even the camera may not be able to shoot clearly.

What a bastard who crossed the river and demolished the bridge!

Driving the little girl back to the road, Qin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door of the cab and sat in, and before leaving, he didn't forget to roll the window and whistle: "Remember, I will find the police uncle if I have something to do in the future." ”

Automatically ignoring the little girl's pitiful eyes, Qin Feng stepped on the accelerator mercilessly and left without looking back.

It's not far from the nearest patrol point, and it's early in the morning, and it's almost dawn, so it should be safe.

Thinking like this, Qin Feng walked away without the slightest sense of guilt.

I went home and slept until the afternoon, and then I had to fly back and forth.

This time he was going to northern Sichuan, Qin Feng packed his things early and came to the airport to start a series of inspections.

The passengers followed the sound of the radio and prepared to board, and Qin Feng, who was sitting in the cockpit, tilted his head sideways and tilted his head casually.

Inadvertently, a familiar figure appeared in her sight like a ghost, and then followed the crowd to the plane.

Qin Feng was startled, and almost knocked his head on the instrument, why did that little girl come about?

Of course, Qiu Qiu didn't deliberately follow Qin Feng, she came to do business this time.

The little girl sat in the first-class seat, dangling her calf and holding a lollipop, and next to her sat a man who looked talented. Wearing glasses, a fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead......

"What you say is true? That painting...... It's true...... Really? ”

"What am I lying to you for?" He didn't raise his head, and his little hand swiped quickly across the screen. "I'm much better than the broken books you dug up from the ancient tomb, although you are a little stupid, but you still have some talent."

When the moon is cloudy and the sun is cloudy, the time and place are favorable. If it weren't for the fact that this guy was wandering around with a soul-controlling lamp on the side of the road that day, and the thing was quite familiar, she really didn't expect that thing to come out so quickly.

"Can you really live...... Can he really live? The man's face was so red that he was breathing rapidly. His voice trembled as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. "As long as he can come back, I'm willing to pay whatever it takes."

"You have to come back, you have to come back." Yiqiu happily looked at the three stars, and nodded to the next level with satisfaction.

Come back, of course you can come back. It's just that the one who came back is not his Ah He.

It's just that he picked up a broken book, and he dared to shake around in the middle of the night with the things in the ancient tomb, which was really a big dog's guts.

A month ago, someone in northern Sichuan found an ancient painting, which was old and the roots were unclear.

The man in front of him is called Zhang Wen, a graduate student in archaeology, and he is also the restorer of this painting.

There was a group of museum people on the flight, and they carried a box with a painting called "The Sting".

There is nothing wrong with the painting, what is useful is a piece of skin hidden in the canvas.

The skin had been peeled off her back by her mother, and she could see it at a glance even after fifteen years. The wound has healed, and there is not even a scar left, but the pain there has never really gone away.

Zhang Wen had a lover, who was just twenty years old this year, and died of illness.

When people are smart, their brains like to spin around.

Zhang Wen was the same, he remembered the half of the fragment that he had dug up when he went to the tomb not long ago. As an archaeologist, he quickly learned the information, and one of them came to mind: "resurrection".

It's a pity that the book was originally broken, and he only saw the resurrection, but didn't see the warning behind it: flesh and blood without soul, and dead things.

The plane took off, and she had never experienced this feeling except that Qi Zhou had found a helicopter to take her on her birthday a few times.

Yiqiu propped up his head and looked out the window, a pair of faint eyes swept a little ruthlessly.

"I'm in a hurry, you can act." Tired of Qiu turned his face sideways, and his eyes were as cold as ice ballast.

Zhang Wen's heart jumped, he gritted his teeth and was about to stand up, but Yanqiu suddenly grabbed his arm. In the next second, a cold knife appeared in Zhang Wen's hand.

"How did you bring that?" Zhang Wen's eyes widened, and he looked surprised.

Yiqiu quietly stretched out his index finger and gently put it on his lips, his eyes sly: "Shhhhhhh ”

Zhang Wen's hand holding the knife tightened, then quickly put it in his pocket and walked towards several museum staff not far away.

While they closed their eyes and recuperated, Zhang Wen cautiously touched the safe under one of the men.

When it was about to be successful, a flight attendant happened to look this way, "This passenger, what are you doing?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the bald man immediately sobered up for the most part, and reached out to grab the box back.

Zhang Wen saw that his appearance was ruined, so he directly dragged the box over, and held a knife against the man's neck viciously.

"Get out of the way!"

He shouted hysterically, waking up the entire first-class passenger.

Everyone looked at him in horror, and the posture was not like stealing, but like hijacking.

It's a little interesting.,Tired of autumn holding a lollipop and watching the excitement on the side.。

The cabin immediately became lively, but fortunately, several flight attendants quickly calmed down the passengers' emotions and carefully started negotiations with Zhang Wen.

"Sir, please calm down."

Zhang Wen could hear it, and directly grabbed the bald man's head and yelled: "Open the box!" ”

"Don't ...... Don't kill me. The bald man swallowed his saliva and shook his hand to enter the code.

The box was quickly opened, and Zhang Wen's expression suddenly became crazy.

A picture scroll lay quietly in a box, and he unfolded it with one hand, and inside it was painted with a beauty.

The expression of disgust became disgusted when she saw the beauty on the painting clearly, and the handle next to her was pressed by her to make a fingerprint.

Zhang Wen followed the instructions of the tired autumn, looked at the painting with a knife, and laughed.

To ruin the painting, a living person needs to be sacrificed, either the bald man dies or he dies......