"Palm prints?"

Zhen Jingjing hurriedly took out her makeup mirror from her bag, took a photo, and then found that there were two black palm prints on her neck.

I rubbed it with my hands a few times, and found that there was no effect at all, and I couldn't wipe it off at all.

At this time, Zhen Jingjing remembered what she had encountered, the sound of the flute when she was sleeping, the feeling of suffocation, and the cold temperature.

"What's going on?"

"How do I know?" I don't know why Zhen Jingjing is a little irritable.

The two black palm prints on the neck, as if they were going to press down the flesh in that position, could already clearly see the traces of depression on them.

"Are you afraid of death?"

Zhen Jingjing suddenly turned her head to look at Wu Xiaobo, making him confused, and didn't know why she asked like this.

"I'm afraid, who is not afraid of death."

"I'm afraid, then you dare to exchange your life for money, it is estimated that you yourself don't know how long your life is."

Zhen Jingjing has suffered badly since she was a child, and she is definitely worse than many people, so she has always cherished her life and tried hard to live the life she wanted.

No matter how big something happened, she never wanted to commit suicide, so she didn't understand Wu Xiaobo's behavior.

"Sister Jingjing, sometimes there are too many things in this world that are more terrible than death. There is no way, sometimes, death is also a relief. Forget it, what are you talking about? What the hell is going on with this palm print of yours? ”

Wu Xiaobo seemed to remember something, and some tears were rolling in his eyes, so he quickly changed the topic.

Zhen Jingjing naturally saw it in her eyes, and felt that this guy had a lot of misfortunes, "When I was sleeping, I didn't know what pinched my neck, and I didn't have a palm print at first, but now I don't know what's going on, but I actually appeared." ”

Speaking of this, Zhen Jingjing was afraid, she had already fainted, and she didn't know who saved her, maybe someone sent by the housekeeper.

"I feel like strange things are happening in this store more and more often, and my legs are still a little shaky when I think about what happened last time."

Zeng Qing appeared in the hall again after he died, and it really became Wu Xiaobo's nightmare, although he said that he had two people as companions when he came back to work every day, but he was still very scared in his heart, otherwise, they would not have turned on all the lights.

"Let's talk to the housekeeper, lest I don't know how I died."

Now the person who is most worried about the accident is Zhen Jingjing herself, and I don't know if it's aimed at herself.

Although I also guessed that it might be someone behind Zeng Qing who was doing ghosts, this was also the only possible conjecture that Zhen Jingjing felt.

The housekeeper's reply was also simple.

[Wait, the matter is under investigation.] 】

A few short words reveal all kinds of helplessness, but this is Zhen Jingjing's helplessness.

"What did the butler say?"

"Let me wait, wait, wait for his dead head, and I won't know what's going on when the time comes."

Zhen Jingjing felt so passive for the first time, and if anyone wanted to do something behind her back before, she could investigate it herself.

But those are just some classmates and colleagues who like to do right and wrong, and they don't have much ability.

And now the person who wants to harm Zhen Jingjing is obviously not an ordinary person, and it is really difficult to investigate clearly.

"I want to pawn."

Tonight we have another guest.

"Fill it out yourself."

Zhen Jingjing handed over the contract, and it is estimated that tonight will be another busy night.

The draft of the cuttlefish is sensational enough, and the calculation time is estimated to be like this this week.

I don't know how many races of creatures will go to the human world to watch her draft.