Chapter 180, The Terminator of the Forgotten Inn's "Lu Shisan"
The sun comes out of the west? It's a good thing that you don't care about my money, and you still take the initiative to give me money?! Jiuya took the handbag and opened it to see that two neat rows of hundred-yuan bills were placed in the bag, and Jiuya probably counted it, there should be forty bundles.
"Alright, the account is settled, let's eat!" Gounod clapped his hands and grabbed a bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
"That's mine!" Jiuya threw the money on the counter, grabbed the bun with Guno, and Fuchen obediently helped Jiuya uncover the porridge lid.
At this time, King Han came out of the guest room in a police uniform, and Jiuya saw King Han waving at him, "King Han, come and eat together." ”
"No, I'll move out tomorrow and be transferred back to the serious crime team, and Lu Zhao will come back to fill this position." Han Wang nodded to Jiuya, explained politely, and went downstairs to leave.
"What time is it today? What? Jiuya felt that she was dreaming, and King Han's attitude when he spoke was completely rejecting people, could it be that when he was unconscious, King Han drank Meng Po soup and forgot everything.
"What's wrong with you? Today, April 1st. ”
"April Fool's Day? Rest assured, you're all joking with me. Jiuya breathed a sigh of relief, a lot more relieved, and then looked at Fuchen and Gono vigilantly.
"I went from Valentine's Day to April Fool's Day? Are you kidding me? ”
"Well, now believe it, right?" Gounod took out his phone and showed it to Jiuya.
"That, I may not be your Jiuya, and it is impossible for Gounod, who I know, to take the initiative to give me rent." Jiuya looked at Gounod's phone, and the words in the phone were reversed, as if looking through a mirror.
"We know you're not, because on the fifteenth day of the first month, you're dead." Gounod withdrew his phone and sat on the sofa with red circles under his eyes.
"I'm dead?" Jiuya is a little blind, has she traveled to the future?
"Well, you're dead, and I used all my demonic power to exchange your resurrection with the Demon Lord."
"The Demon Lord is that again? Dust, are you talking? Jiuya was confused by Gounod's words, and pulled up Fuchen's collar and asked Fuchen.
"We thought you'd lose your memory, everything was laid out the way you liked." Fuchen's eyes were also red, and he said with a little choked up.
"Wait, we may have deviated, when I lost consciousness, it should be after nine o'clock in the evening of Valentine's Day on February 14, and now it is April 1st, if I am crossed, what have I experienced between the 15th and the 19th?" Jiuya tries to smooth out the timeline.
"You're dead, the Demon Lord said that if you wake up and don't remember anything, we'll succeed." Gono looked into Jiuya's eyes very seriously and said the three words you are dead.
"Okay, then I'll change the question, from the eleventh to the fifteenth of the first month, what is the reason for my death, I have to go to the demon lord to resurrect me." The solar calendar can't be changed to the lunar calendar, and Jiuya can't believe it and can't ask what happened.
"I can't say it, if you say it, you'll leave us completely, it's a secret."
"Dead fox, you are going to kill me in a hurry, you can even say that I am dead, but you refuse to tell me the truth, do you want me to die?"
"You're dead, don't believe you look at your left shoulder and right hand, and your neck."
"Dead fox, you're going to kill me in a hurry!" Jiu Ya walked to the bronze mirror angrily, and the bronze mirror had become an ordinary mirror.
Jiuya looked through the mirror and saw that on her neck, the pink flesh buds and the transparent sutures on her neck were intertwined and wrapped around her neck for half a circle.
"What about the bronze mirror? No, won't you give me a piece of gauze? It's so scary, look at the wound, my neck is at least half broken, who is so cruel to me? ”
"When you die, the bronze mirror becomes an ordinary mirror, because it splashes your blood." The floating dust explains to Jiuya why the bronze mirror disappeared.
"Don't sell it, tell me how I died, who did it." Jiuya opened her neckline and looked down to see that there was a penetrating wound on her left shoulder, but it had been stitched up, but the wound was a little hideous, as if it would break the sutures at any time.
"Isn't it good to be alive? Why know about the past. Guno suddenly looked at Jiuya affectionately, which made Jiuya goosebumps.
"It's good to be alive, but it's better to be alive than to be dead." Jiuya looked at her right hand again, and it was also a penetrating wound, but the wound had healed to the point that only the scar could be seen.
"Soul Sheng......" Fuchen said, and Gounod turned to cover his mouth.
"I just want her to live! Why are you saying it! ”
"Let her go, what can you do if you force her to stay, the wound on her neck is shocking, she might as well die alive." The dust pushes away Gounod, and tears fall.
"And then? Which of you tells me about what happened in those days? Hearing Soul Sheng, Jiuya had already counted, and she definitely died in the hands of Chiyou, but seeing the two big men crying in front of her, she wanted to cry too, but she still held back her tears and didn't let herself cry.
"The Chiyou in the soul sheng's body has awakened, and the descendants of the Chiyou clan have joined forces to open the bronze mirror, I don't know what is in it, but they are all crazy when they come back."
"Crazy?" Jiuya reached out and touched the mirror beside her, but didn't notice anything unusual.
"Insert an urgent news, the suburban neuropathy rehabilitation treatment center, a sudden fire, has completed the death of 30 people, the cause of the accident is preliminarily determined to be the collective self-immolation of the brainwashed people by the cult, among which the man surnamed Jiang surnamed Lu is the leader, and the resurrection of the saint is ...... with his body martyred."
"Walter? Soul Sheng, he ......" Jiuya looked at the TV that she suddenly turned on, and the photos of Soul Sheng and Lu Ming that appeared on the TV, Jiuya was surprised and didn't know what to say.
"Soul Sheng finally committed suicide because of self-blame." This was the last thing Fuchen said that Jiuya heard, and then she was dragged into the mirror by a hand stretched out from the mirror, pinching her neck.
"Jiuya!" Gono pounced like crazy, but didn't catch anything, and Jiuya had disappeared into the mirror.
"Uncle Miao! You're going to strangle me! Jiuya struggled to push Miao Chen's hand away.
"I've told you to be careful, you're still running around." Miao Chen let go of Jiuya and dragged Jiuya by the arm and walked into the darkness.
"Uncle Miao, how is Nanci?"
"Saved, it's okay."
"He's not going to be your son, is he?"
"What did you say?"
"Nan Ci has been chasing you for so many years, and you save him first when he is in danger, should he be your son?"
"I wish it was, but unfortunately not, my son was lost on his own, and the dream was ever-changing, he was only five years old, and it was the time to play, and he was blinded by the things in the dream and couldn't come back; Although his body has been cremated by the Nan family, as long as I can still dream, I will eventually find him. ”
"It turns out that you are looking for your son who will not know the Nan family, so why don't you explain it to the Nan family?"
"How to explain it? It's those offspring cubs of the Nan family who are jealous that he won't leave his soul and can lie down and sleep at will. ”
"Uncle Miao, did I misunderstand? You mean murder? ”
"Or else? My son inherited the perfect genes of the two families, he can dream without leaving his soul, and he will not become a tapir, although the Nan family cremated him the next day, I still saw the wound on his head. ”
"There's definitely something wrong with your expression, is it that you got lost in your dream after being beaten to death and leaving your soul?"
"As long as I can find his soul, he'll be alive!" Miao Chen yelled unconvinced, his son is still alive, as long as he changes his body casually.
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