"Isn't your hand very painful, as painful as a fire, and you can't stand it anymore, right?" Fuchen knows that if the soul sealing needle is touched, it is the same as the living person touching sulfuric acid, the longer the time is caught, the greater the damage, and in the end, it must be Jun Deming himself who is scattered.

"No...... Don't worry about it! Jun Deming was still holding on, he forgot who the woman was, but he couldn't see others threatening her, but his impulsive actions made his hands burn like fire.

"You're still useful for Momo." Fuchen quickly grabbed Jun Deming's hand holding the needle, and threw it over his shoulder, snatching his own needle.

"Momo ......" The woman who grabbed Jiuya was stunned for a moment after hearing Momo, and at this moment Jun Deming had been subdued.

"Let him go!" The woman was enraged and lifted Jiuya up, and the female ghost who lived at the staircase of the hotel was not polite, her hand had already passed through her chest, and a blood-colored flower bloomed on the long blue skirt, which continued to spread.

"Nope! No! Jun Deming broke free of the dust and rushed over.

She ...... Is she a living person? I don't know if it was because of pain or surprise, the woman threw Jiuya into the house, Jiuya covered her neck and watched in surprise as the blood marks on the woman's chest continued to spread.

"How is this possible?" Fuchen has confirmed that her feet are floating, why is she alive again?

"She is not a living person, her hair covers the wound, the gunshot wound is on the head, she should have been killed on her knees, she herself does not know and does not want to leave this body." The female ghost who lived at the top of the stairs shook off the blood on her hand and said calmly.

"Are you sure?" Jiuya still didn't believe it, and she was about to call an ambulance for safety, but found that she had forgotten her phone upstairs.

"I don't let people work, why is it so noisy?" The courier brother Shi Shaohua poked his head out of the warehouse, and stopped the reporter all night without classifying any of his goods, and finally had another accident when he was free.

"It's okay, it's okay, you're busy." Jiuya hurriedly blocked the door, for fear that he would see it.

"What's the matter with your neck, it's a lot older than when you first came, why are you still so frizzy, it's bleeding, I'll go find you a band-aid." Jiuya didn't expect that the band-aid was actually in the cabinet at the door, and she couldn't stop it.

"Why is there so much blood at the door? It's all dark. Shi Shaohua took the band-aid and saw the blood stains at the door.

"My blood, my, don't I vomit blood often." Jiuya also wondered why she couldn't see it again, there was no one at the door, only a pool of blood that had blackened on the ground, and even the floating dust was gone.

"No, your wound is new, how does this blood look like ......"

"You're too careful, give it to me, you can continue to pick up the goods." Jiuya grabbed the band-aid and pushed Shi Shaohua to the warehouse.

"Then you can clean it up, if it weren't for the son of my old comrade-in-arms tonight, the group of reporters would still be here." Shi Shaohua also understands that there are some things that cannot be studied deeply, and if there is no harm to nature and reason, it will be boring to investigate further.

"Your comrade-in-arms' son is a journalist?" Jiuya was quite happy, she said that she couldn't tell that bastard reporter let, the reporter wrote the reporter to death, hum, he was ruined by distorting the facts.

"No, it's a cameraman, it's quite famous, it's just that it's too straightforward to offend people and get down to take pictures on the street with small actions."

"What is it called, what is it called, and I will arrange a meeting." Filming is also OK, taking pictures of the real situation of Momo, saving reporters from adding chaos.

"Actually, I was about to tell you about this, I promised to do an exclusive interview for you, and a large group of people left." Shi Shaohua also felt that a group of reporters were too messy, so he agreed to help get the scoop.

"Will they report truthfully?" Jiuya is not sure if the reporter will be as black as a crow in the world for the sake of ratings.

"It shouldn't be a big problem, people are quite honest."

"Then you can make an appointment." Jiuya sent the courier brother back to the warehouse and hurriedly ran to the door to find someone.

"Floating dust! Meng Fuchen! Jiuya ran from the hotel to the cemetery, and then from the cemetery to the police booth where Lu Zhao was on duty, and there was not even a figure.

"Where did I go, I just couldn't find it?" Jiu Ya thought back to the hotel.

"You're coming."

"Gounod?!" Jiuya was very surprised when she saw Gono sitting at the door, "How did you come back?" Could it be that Jun Deming has changed you back? ”

"No, it was the Fox Clan Elder who guaranteed me to come out, and I am not a dead person, I just disturbed the law enforcement of the ghost mission, and explained it clearly, criticized and educated."

"Do you see the dust?" Jiuya is more concerned about what happened later, why there was no one all of a sudden.

"I didn't see it, but I got a picture of Jun Deming." Gounod said as he took out Jun Deming's wanted warrant from his bosom.

"What does it say? Generally, the ghosts who can be put on the wanted warrant are big people who have done a lot of evil and are heinous, so read it and listen to his verdict. Jiuya looked at the original version on the paper, which was not translated, and only circulated in the underworld, and became even more curious about what bad things Jun Deming had done.

"On the day of his death, he resisted arrest, broke up a pair of black and white impermanence with his bare hands, and then absconded in the world in an attempt to interfere in human affairs, and the underworld was arrested according to the law of the underworld, a B-level wanted criminal, there is no danger, but it is difficult to catch an obsession." Gounod roughly translated, it was already twelve o'clock, and there were at most eighteen hours before he would turn into Jun Deming's appearance and fulfill Momo's wish.

"I'm back." At this time, Fuchen walked into the store and scared Gounod for a day: "Are you going to kill someone?" Why is there so much blood on the body? ”

"You're not going to take that woman to the crematorium, are you?" Jiuya was also frightened by the blood stains on Fuchen's body, and her entire chest was full.

"You guessed it, she really hid in the crematorium, her name is Mo Jing, according to her own words, she woke up and saw herself lying in the freezer of the crematorium and ran away, and forgot where her home was, she only remembered that she was going home to find her daughter, and she forgot what her daughter was called." Fuchen didn't want to make trouble for Jiuya, and when he saw Shi Shaohua coming out of the warehouse, he ran away with Mo Jing in his arms, but Mo Jing didn't do anything and asked to send her to the crematorium.

"What about Jun Deming?" Jiuya couldn't see it, and she didn't know where Jun Deming had gone.

"I guess I ran away, I learned a little bit of Jun Deming's secret from Mo Jing." When Fuchen was about to run away with Mo Jing in his arms, Jun Deming didn't run at the door, probably because of his own unfinished business.

"If you have something to say, you alone know how boring it is." Gounod's interest was brought up, and the ghost is not a joke, everyone is combative, and he can be broken up by Jun Deming, which shows that he is a little capable.

"Jun Deming used to study in the police academy! His name is Jun Yaozu, and he later graduated from the police academy and changed his name to the Litian Gang. ”

"Wait, you're not going to be deceived, are you? You just said that Mo Jing even forgot about her home, will you still remember Jun Deming's past? "Even Jiuya doesn't believe such a low-level lie.

"I think it's true." After all, Gounod has lived for a thousand years and has seen a lot of things, and there are really people who love someone to the point of love to the bones, forgetting everything and only remembering each other.