Xiao Mo looked at the menacing ghost axe above his head in a daze, at this moment he really felt that he was dead. His body seemed to have lost its soul, motionless, and even a picture of his head in a different place appeared in his mind.

Although everyone was very close to him, it was impossible to rush over at the moment when the devil's axe swung down. Therefore, no one can save him, not even Li Shuaihe's unkind and kind.

The hairs on Xiao Mo's body rose with the attack of a strong wind, his heart was almost static when he was oppressed by death at this time, and his mind was even more miserable, and he suddenly lost all his feelings.

But at the moment when everyone, even Xiao Mo, thought that he was going to die, the headless ghost standing in front of him was shattered suddenly, and there was not even a bit of scum left in this moment.

Xiao Mo was stunned, his body was paralyzed in an instant, and he was already half-awake and half-unconscious.

About half a minute had passed, and everyone reacted, screaming and running towards Xiao Mo's side one by one, and they even didn't believe that Xiao Mo was still alive.

"Xiao Mo-!"

"Captain, are you alright, how ......are you feeling?"

Li Shuai, Wang Zi and the others took the trouble to ask Xiao Mo over and over again, but Xiao Mo was obviously still in the huge horror of Fang Cai, so he just stared at them blankly, indifferent to their worried inquiries.

"It's good to be alive."

This was the first sentence Xiao Mo said after gradually regaining his consciousness.

"Grass, you're really scared to death of a handsome guy!" Li Shuai complained about Xiao Mo, but the expression on his face was full of worry.

"Amitabha, Lord Xiao is a good person, and there will be good rewards if you don't die in a big disaster." The unkind monk couldn't help laughing.

As for Wang Zi, he has been muttering beside him:

"It's okay, it's okay."

Xiao Mo should feel lucky, because these people he met were all really good people, no matter if they met first. Or after encountering, everyone when he is indispensable to the existence of zài. Even the little attendants danced excitedly.

Waiting for Xiao Mo to get up from the ground weakly, everyone realized in great confusion why the headless ghost suddenly disappeared?

However, they soon found out the reason for the sudden disappearance of the headless ghost.

Slightly closer to the door, Xu Lishan, who was covered in blood, was lying there coldly. On the wall above his body, there was a large stain of blood that had not yet dried up, which could also be seen that Xu Lishan died by hitting the wall.

Everyone's attention was on Xiao Mo just now, so no one noticed the situation on Xu Lishan's side.

Xu Lishan's eyes were tightly closed, and there was no pain on his face. Some were full of relief and relief, even though he was not the original owner of that face.

Because no one saw the situation clearly, everyone couldn't judge whether Xu Lishan chose to commit suicide because of madness, or resolutely chose to die to save Xiao Mo.

In short, his death saved the lives of Xiao Mo, and even all of them. At the same time, it also announced the end of the incident.

When everyone left Xu Lishan's house, everyone's hearts were sour, and they were all feeling resentment and regret for the death of a good policeman.

When the news of Xu Lishan's death came out. Tens of thousands of Fengshan citizens rushed to see off the "Fengshan Protector" for the last time, and the long queue of people even blocked the streets, and all the cars that were driving on the road were screaming in unison for his departure.

The police then added Xu Lishan as a martyr. Not only was a memorial service held for him, but also a vigorous movement to learn from Comrade Xu Lishan was launched.

Xu Lishan's spirit has also become the soul of the Fengshan City Criminal Investigation Brigade in the future.

Although an unjust fate took his life, it left behind his immortal spirit.

As for this headless case. After many fruitless investigations, it finally faded out of people's sight under the cover of the police and ZF.

Three days later. With a heavy heart, everyone drove the bus away from the area of Fengshan City, and then drove towards the place where the next incident was carried out.

Although Xu Lishan's death made everyone a little sad, none of them were killed in this incident, which is still worth celebrating for them.

Under Li Shuai's suggestion, everyone also held an unprecedented celebration paty with the theme of "continuing life" on the bus. Although there is no delicious meal due to the restrictions on the bus, cigarettes, alcohol, and many cooked fast foods still make the people who have been suppressed for a long time really crazy.

On this day, everyone drank a lot of alcohol, even the little followers and the bad monks were no exception. Here, there is no money trouble in reality, there is no repayment of loans, and there is no distinction between the poor and the rich.

Although fate has abandoned them, they have not abandoned fate, everyone is desperately striving for their goals, and enjoying the fun of life in their limited free time is what they are doing now.

The beauty of life lies not in life itself, but in those who are good at discovering it.

The little attendant drank the least, so when everyone was drunk, the burden of driving fell on her shoulders. The little follower had driving experience as early as the previous bus, and although his skills were not very proficient, he was still passable.

Fortunately, there are not too many cars on the road, only the occasional other bus passing by, but it is just a turn. There seems to be some kind of rule on the road, and this rule does not cause accidents between buses.

Xiao Mo didn't have the strength to drink anymore, so he was as big as a cow when he drank this wine, and after running to the bathroom and vomiting several times, he lay on the ground and barely fell asleep.

And in the dream, he saw that different version of himself again.

This time it's in a room, and the people in the room are still the same three people as last time.

A self that feels completely different from himself, an old man, a middle-aged man.

The three of them were still discussing something.

"This plan will be implemented by you for the time being, my recent situation is not too right, it will take a certain amount of time to adjust, and I can't use it now." The self in the dream said to the two.

The old man looked surprised when he heard this, and he asked suspiciously:

"What do you mean you're in bad spirits?"

"Maybe my nerves have been tense under the curse for too long, so as soon as I relax after coming out, some not-so-good conditions will follow. As you know, my body is not naturally very good. ”

The middle-aged man glanced at Xiao Mo in his dream suspiciously, and then asked in disbelief:

"Mental things have nothing to do with physical well-being, right?"

"Is it necessary for me to hide something about this kind of thing? In fact, I've been forgetting more and more lately, so I have to take a break for a while, lest I forget who you are one day. ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Mo in the dream paused:

"Of course, I'll still keep in touch with you."

The middle-aged man seemed to know this symptom of Xiao Mo in the dream, so he seemed to believe it, so he asked:

"So what can we do for you? We can help you find a top doctor. ”

"Don't bother, I've been in touch with one recently, and I think he should be able to help me."

"Who?" This time, the question was asked by the old man.

"Zheng Yonghua."

"If it's him, then it doesn't seem like we need our help."

The middle-aged man may have heard of this person, so he stopped dwelling on this issue, and then turned to ask:

"Do you think it's still necessary for us to go to the forbidden land?"

"I don't know, but from the old guy's words, the stuff inside is very tempting. When my condition improves, we will discuss in detail whether or not to go in, after all, there is no time limit on the qualifications to enter there......"

The scene in the dream gradually began to blur, and finally completely blurred, and at this time, the quarrel between Li Shuai and the unkind monk began to come into the ears, as well as Wang Zi's very characteristic sigh. Xiao Mo opened his eyes and found that he had been placed on the seat.

The feeling of headache still exists, and the dream he had just now is vaguely clear, and he can even recall the details, which has to be said to be very strange.

"What's the matter, do you still want to throw up?"

Just when Xiao Mo wanted to continue to remember, Li Shuai's ridiculous voice came from the side.

(This is the end of this volume, everyone has almost guessed the truth, and I have to say that you have become more and more aware of my routine.) As early as the second chapter of this volume, the truth emerged from the book reviews and post bars. I almost didn't change the plot at the time, but when I think about it, it's a good thing that everyone can guess, and I'm welcome everyone to participate.

As for holding on to the flaws, I can only say that on the basis of two shifts a day, I still write horror mystery novels, and it's really good to be able to write like this. After all, this is not like writing a physical book, just hold back 100,000 or 200,000 words a year. (To be continued......)