Ji Zimo asked Zhang Yang, did he have to tell him as soon as a murderer case happened?

Zhang Yang was very distressed, saying that there was no need to tell him, but he felt that these cases were too bizarre, so he would tell him as soon as possible. I told him that I wanted to ask for more help.

Ji Zimo thought that the reason why Zhang Yang trusted him so much and wanted to ask for help from him. There is a reason for this, and the reason must be clear to each other. The incident in college left a deep impression on the latter's memory, and because of that incident, he thought that he was the only person who could do anything and solve bizarre cases.

On the way to work, Ji Zimo's mind was full of the female corpse Zhang Yang mentioned. He said that camphor forest was not the place where the crime occurred, which means that the deceased did not die in that place, but in city A or other places.

Ji Zimo sent Su Qingmei to the hospital and went around the siege road to the funeral home.

The funeral parlor, a dreaded special department that alternates life and death, can only be built in a secluded and peaceful location away from the hustle and bustle of the area. Whether you are an adult or a child who is not familiar with the world, you can deeply feel the solemn atmosphere that comes from the door of the funeral home.

In particular, when the chimney that stood high in the air repeatedly wafted out a puff of blue and pale white smoke, people tacitly knew that another human skin had turned into ashes.

The motorcycle moved flexibly through the traffic, and in the crowd, Ji Zimo's eyes were staring intently ahead, but his thoughts were thinking about the female corpse, the charred corpse, and Ruan Hongyu.

Zhang Yang said that Ruan Hongyu probably did not expect her to die, and was not mentally prepared before she died.

Ji Zimo was amused by Zhang Yang's words, who wants to die, unless it is a terminally ill and hopeless person, even so, he is unwilling to leave the world at the end.

Some people say that this is not true, but there are many cases. In these cases, those who died were not afflicted by sickness, but died in their sleep.

No one knows when they died, no loved ones around, no one knows what he saw or thought before he died?

Ji Zimo felt that these so-called individual deaths that came from cultivation were a kind of foolish legend. If I am not mistaken, the dissection of the victims in these individual deaths may reveal the truth about the deaths of the victims.

It's not a good thing to think while walking, how did you come to the Arc de Triomphe KTV dance hall early in the morning? Was it that the turn was ahead of schedule just now, or what, when Ji Zimo was about to turn around in a daze, he suddenly saw a car that was impossible to see.

The car should be in the ranks of scrapped cars, piled up in a pile of broken cars.

But now he really saw the car, Dongfeng Citroen, and the license plate number he remembered, it was the car that spontaneously ignited in the underground parking lot after the roadside car earthquake.

Did someone steal the license plate number of that scrapped car? But if you think about it, it's impossible! The body is burned beyond recognition, how can there still be a license plate number? At the same time, he saw someone in the car.

Ji Zimo leaned the car on the side of the road, his eyes did not leave the body for a moment, and he walked forward at a faster pace. Just as he was about to approach the car, the door suddenly opened, and a woman got out of the car.

The woman has a cigarette in her mouth, heavy makeup, and looks pretty good from the silhouette. Ji Zimo knew this silhouette, and in his extraordinary memory, he knew that the owner of the silhouette had no one else except Ruan Hongyu.

The car then slowly drove away and toward the underground parking lot.

Ji Zimo looked around, everything was in an inexplicable hazy state, someone was around, but he didn't seem to bet on his existence. He shouted at the people walking next to the car, running in a dreamlike atmosphere, trying to stop the car from entering the underground parking room, trying to tell the driver that there was something wrong with the car and asking him to get out of the car.

It's an instinctive impulse, and Ji Zimo confuses reality with a god-like suggestion.

Ji Zimo ran forward, and the side of the owner could be faintly seen from the car window, and he was taking something out. At this moment, there was a loud bang, and the car spontaneously combusted, and the burning heat wave forced Ji Zimo to retreat sharply, almost overturning to the ground.

What is confusing is that the explosion of the spontaneous combustion of the car is only felt by Ji Zimo, however, the rest of the people should still walk, and those who should enter and exit the underground parking lot continue to enter and exit.

What made Ji Zimo even more horrified was that in the burning, the charred corpse came out alive. Walking and walking, a tiger pounced, and actually pounced on Ji Zimo with a straight pen.

Ji Zimo subconsciously screamed, turned around and ran, and hit his head on a person.

The person who was hit was Zhu Yimeng.

"What are you running?" Zhu Yimeng asked in surprise and surprise.

Ji Zimo looked back, and the scorched corpse was gone. Looking around, there is no difference, it is himself who has to say that the difference. Obviously, there is no charred corpse, there is no car, but his demeanor and look make people feel incredible, just like encountering a ghost.

What's there to be afraid of when you encounter a ghost? It's not that Ji Zimo hasn't encountered ghosts, but he just feels that this morning's events are a bit strange.

Zhu Yimeng came here by running.

She told Ji Zimo that she wanted to see a doctor, and said that she was reckless in the daytime, and she was only slightly awake at night. For example, if you are awake now, at a certain time, you don't seem to be yourself anymore, and you don't remember what you have done.

Ji Zimo comforted her that it was just the psychological pressure caused by crankiness. While talking, he looked at his watch, there was still half an hour before the start time, so he hurriedly said to Zhu Yimeng: "No, I have to go to work?" ”

"Why did you come here when you went to work?"

Ji Zimo also wanted to ask himself, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I don't know, I just want to get on the motorcycle and leave." ”

"Wait for me." Ji Zimo was stunned for a moment, Zhu Yimeng's demeanor changed and became very strange. Is this punctual occupancy? Ji Zimo comprehended, nodded, and waited for Zhu Yimeng to get into the car, when the motorcycle suddenly started and threw a string of light blue smoke away.

On the way, Ji Zimo asked, "Is it you?" ”

"Hmm."

"She doesn't have bad intentions, don't mess with her."

"I know, I just borrowed her body to find out who killed me."

Ji Zimo didn't notice that Cheng Lu's face became hideous when he said this, and his eyes were extremely fierce.

The motorcycles move on, the scenery sweeps back, and the noisy city awakens at the turn of day and night. The sound of hawking, car horns, pet dogs, women cursing men, children crying and rubbing their eyes and not wanting to go to school are intertwined.

Ji Zimo drove Zhu Yimeng, who was possessed by Cheng Lu, to an alley not far from the Creative Building.

Zhu Yimeng got out of the car, a sneer caught at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ji Zimo's back, and turned around to the alley of the Creative Building.

From the moment Ji Zimo left Zhu Yimeng, he felt cold from behind. He didn't look back and went straight to the funeral home.

When he arrived at the funeral home, Ji Zimo gave Zhang Yang a call.

Zhang Yang scolded: "What were you doing in the first ten minutes, you were always in the service area when you called." ”

"Do you believe that Lao Tzu walked in the Yin and Yang Realm in the first ten minutes?" Ji Zimo strode away, his face was terrifyingly gloomy.

"You're still in the mood for a joke?" Zhang Yang didn't think much of Ji Zimo's words, and really thought he was joking.

"No kidding, he took the initiative to come to me."

"Who?"

Ji Zimo stood still, but didn't stop and continued to talk to Zhang Yang: "That charred corpse." ”

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, as if Zhang Yang was assessing whether Ji Zimo's words were true or false. After a while, he finally spoke up: "You really saw him, what happened?" ”

Ji Zimo sighed and said: "It's possible that my master's ability to help me seal automatically collapse, so I couldn't help but go to a place where I shouldn't go, and saw what happened a second before and after his death, and I was almost taken by him with this stinky skin." ”

Zhang Yang listened to Ji Zimo talking about this in an understatement tone, but in his opinion, it seemed like a mysterious story from the Arabian Nights.

There was silence again.

Ji Zimo said: "The scorched corpse was killed by Ruan Hongyu. ”

Zhang Yang's heart sank, and he was surprised: "Are you sure?" "If it is really Ruan Hongyu who killed the scorched corpse, then there is hope that the case of the messy corpse will be solved, and those impossible things will also be connected.

Ruan Hongyu killed the scorched corpse.

The scorched corpse took revenge and killed Ruan Hongyu.

Zhang Yang told Ji Zimo the inference.

Ji Zimo said: "I'm not interested in how you deduce the case, I just try my best to tell you the information I have learned, if you are killed by a demon one day, you have to help me make a tombstone, and write that Ji Zimo died heroically in order to deal with the dead." ”

"Go, don't talk nonsense, you have to live a long life, if there is really a three long and two short, who should I turn to when I encounter those bizarre cases beyond the scope of nature?"

"Whoever you like to find is whom, hang up!" Ji Zimo didn't care about the other party's opinion, hung up the phone, and flashed into the No. 5 dressing room.

Before I could change into my work clothes, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Master Ji, I have your package."

Parcel! Who will mail the package to the funeral home? Ji Zimo answered outside depressedly, changed into work clothes and walked out to the mailroom.

The mailroom is a middle-aged man with five big and three thick. Tell the bell to ring.

Ji Zimo said: "Why didn't you call me when I passed by just now?" ”

Zhong Mingfa said: "You were on the phone just now, and you didn't hear me shouting." ”

"Oh." Ji Zimo agreed and picked up the pen and signed the receipt. I didn't ask when the package was delivered, I picked it up and left the mailroom.

Ji Zimo went to the mortician's lounge.

The package is a square cardboard box. He didn't know what was inside, he looked at it, and secretly wondered if it could be a time bomb or something. Is it funny to be so cranky every time? Ji Zimo scolded secretly.

Pick up the blade and cut through the top layer of the package, revealing the movable folded part of the carton. He effortlessly pulled out the folding triangle, looked down and saw the contents of the cardboard box, and stunned him.

This book originated from reading books