This woman is so sexy! Oh, my God! The dress designed by V collar shows off her bewitching and delicate petite figure, and you can see her snow-white skin and the looming groove at a glance.

A charming woman, a charming posture, a provocative look, and a sexy contralto that makes people intoxicated. With the dim orange light and the cool breeze, the tea bar girl was impatient, as if she was going to swallow Ji Zimo alive in three or two clicks, and she was impatient to have a quick knife with him to cut the mess.

Ji Zimo remained silent, pretending to be half-drunk, weak but half-drunk and half-awake. Squinted eyes, wanting to observe the woman's next move. The clothes were violently lifted, revealing a muscular body.

The tea bar girl squatted down on the spot, and boldly began to tease Ji Zimo with red fruit.

Ji Zimo was pushing her away, but in vain, the woman's eyes showed a fierce light, and her ten fingers swished out sharp and dark brown dull nails, and she wanted to poke into his chest.

Ji Zimo smashed it with a punch and pounced. The woman fell to the ground, and then a tortoiseshell bracelet appeared on his hand, and there was an unpredictable smile on his face, a little weird, but more terrifying.

When the tea bar girl saw that she had missed, the situation was revealed, her fierce appearance was revealed, she screamed strangely, and pounced again.

Ji Zimo responded calmly, his body flashed, and he avoided the woman to pounce. The tortoiseshell bracelet took the opportunity to stick it on her forehead, and with a golden light, the woman fell to the ground softly.

Then a wisp of black gas slowly emanated from her head, and she swooped into space and disappeared.

Ji Zimo looked at the woman's snort, silently, and stood up in surprise and depression.

"Don't go."

Ji Zimo listened to the weak voice and saw her tears in her eyes, so she couldn't bear to stop. "Something?" His voice was magnetic, and it was a penetrating coldness, terrifying, but inexplicably tempting to be curious about him.

"Give me a hand."

Ji Zimo froze in place, it wasn't that he didn't want to help her, but he felt that it was unnecessary. Also, he really didn't want to reach out and touch this filthy body.

In his eyes, the frozen, lying corpses on the morgue were better than the walking dead who sold their bodies and defiled their souls.

When the man died, he said goodbye to everything he had done before his death, and lay quietly on the white sheet of the morgue bed in a clean appearance. He put on makeup for them and retained the last dignity of being a human being.

Ji Zimo didn't support the tea bar girl, just like a wooden man, or an expressionless sculpture, standing motionless and watching the tea bar girl hold on to a tree and slowly stand up.

"Just now, thank you." The tea bar girl's voice was very weak, and she looked ashamed of herself, lowered her head, stared at the ground, and shouted.

In Ji Zimo's cognition, people who know shame still have a little conscience. Perhaps, they fell into the dust of a last resort, so thinking about it, his indifferent heart had a little pity, and just wanted to reach out to help her.

Streams of blood poured out of the woman's mouth, and then she subconsciously looked down at her abdomen.

Ji Zimo was surprised to see that there was a large blood scab in the woman's heart socket.

"I don't want to die, I want to make money to buy a computer for him, but my heart is ......gone," the woman didn't finish, and fell to the ground again, this time she didn't get up.

Ji Zimo was stunned. The back was even more cold, and the scene just now was still clearly in my mind, but now there was an extra corpse on the ground.

Damn the ghost, possessed and took away her heart by the way.

With the perseverance of not willing to die, she told him that in the end, she wanted to buy a computer and give it away.

Ji Zimo called Zhang Yang. Waiting quietly beside the female corpse, he stared at her, how could he be so young, how could he fall into a tea bar girl for a computer.

He raised his head to look at Siming Tea House, how many women had suffered like this woman, and were willing to fall for something.

Zhang Yang came with someone, and the funeral home took away the female corpse.

At the same time, the corpse of a man whose heart had been removed was found in another location.

In one night, two murders occurred in succession, and the street was guarded. Police officers patrolled 24 hours a day, and others, led by Zhang Yang, searched the nearby hotels.

In fact, there is no point in searching, and Yan Budao is a difficult person to deal with.

Chen Siming and Li Shaobing are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Ji Zimo regretted that he didn't ask anything more from the tea bar girl who had just died.

But then I thought about it, it was useless to ask. This woman has no heart, how can she have extra time to speak.

Zhang Yang and they examined the woman's body overnight and found that she not only showed signs of helping people transport drugs, but was also pregnant.

Hearing this, Ji Zimo was secretly shocked.

Thinking about a pregnant mother, how can she still do that kind of thing?

What else is the story behind this pregnant tea bar girl?

Zhang Yang checked the information next.

For the time being, the pregnant tea bar woman was named Victim B No. 4.

Victim B No. 4 has a family, a mother-in-law, and a husband.

Her husband has a stable job, the salary is not high, he is studying at night college, and he has always dreamed of a computer.

Number B 4 lied to him, to his mother-in-law, saying that he worked in a regular company. The salary and benefits are good, and I promised my husband that he would give him a computer soon.

Zhang Yang gave the photo of No. B No. 4 to Zhu Yimeng.

Zhu Yimeng, Cheng Lu's host.

Cheng Lu recognized No. 4 B at a glance, and said that No. 4 B had the idea of working for a while and wanted to go home to improve. But I didn't expect that in the end, I was brutally murdered and died on the claws of the ghost who was once a sister and now became a powerful ghost and bloodthirsty.

When Ji Zimo returned home, it was already four o'clock in the morning.

He was too tired to take a shower, so he lay on his back on the bed.

In his confusion, his impression always appeared with the master's seal. Then, the stamp opens automatically, and a small roll of something pops out of it.

He tried to open it to see, but woke up from a dream.

Ji Zimo rubbed his eyes, he was so sleepy, his eyelids were so heavy that he didn't bother to open them.

When he fell asleep again, there was a whimpering cry, which made him want to scold his mother. I don't know if it was a dream or reality, he saw the face of B Four.

Miserable white face, blood, white Sensen's ghost claws.

The miserable and miserable voice of the relative: "My money, help me withdraw the money, in their hands, you can buy a computer." ”

Ji Zimo shouted: "What's the matter, don't let people live?" Lao Tzu wants to sleep. After a roar, there was silence, and he woke up. Sit up, take off the tortoiseshell bracelet, put it on the head of the bed, and say in my heart that you are still coming to disturb Lao Tzu's dream.

He fell asleep again, and the coldness of the moment made him shiver violently. Subconsciously, and instinctively, he fixed his gaze at a position three feet high from his face, and the silky black hair pouring down perpendicular to his face.

There was a face in the midst of that black hair.

This face is as pale as paper, and its face is colorless.

Isn't that? How could a man be hanging high in the air, and still looking down on the pattern of staring at him.

This time, Ji Zimo was really scared to wake up. He scrambled to his feet, snapped on the bedside lamp, and went on in an uproar. He looked everywhere in a panic, but there was no face, and then he looked at the head of the bed, where the tortoiseshell bracelet was gone.

Tortoiseshell bracelets can't be lost. Ji Zimo got up in a cold sweat, turned around, and looked around. Even if I didn't go into the bathroom before going to bed, I still went to look for it.

No is nothing.

Is there anyone else in the house besides himself?

Ji Zimo thought about it suspiciously, and searched under the bed, behind the door, and in the storage room. In the end, he settled at the staircase that led to the basement in the storage room.

Under the staircase of the black hole, it was like hiding something terrible, and every time he walked here, he couldn't help but be afraid. I remember one time, my parents went out and left my sister Ji Shanshan for him to watch.

As a result, Ji Shanshan likes to play, and it took him a few minutes to read, and she disappeared.

Everyone in the family knows that Ji Zimo is afraid of the dark. I am most afraid of the unknown, especially the basement where there is light, but it is always dim.

Ji Zimo searched all the house, but didn't see his sister Ji Shanshan. Finally came to the basement, which is the current situation, and he did not dare to go down.

There are rats in the basement, and there are terrible, scary-looking devils. This is a ghost story told by Ji Zimo's grandmother who deliberately scared him when he was a child.

Grandma has never been to the city, even if she dies in the Ji family's ancient house.

Ji Zimo doesn't have a grandfather in his memory, and his father said that his grandfather disappeared a long, long time ago.

Tortoiseshell bracelets are too high to be lost. Ji Zimo is afraid that another Ji Zimo will occupy his body, and he must find the tortoiseshell bracelet before the evil Ji Zimo wakes up.

The staircase stretches down one step at a time, like a road of no return to hell. Although he held the flashlight in his hand, Ji Zimo still stepped on the stairs tremblingly, sweating all over, sweating in the palms of his hands, sweating in every cubic meter of his body, and not daring to take a step forward.

In the space of the black hole, the owner of the pure black eyes let out a knowing sneer. was waiting for an opportunity to occupy his body, Ji Zimo struggled in his heart, and finally chose to go on.

Only by facing it bravely can we defeat evil.

Ji Zimo walked halfway and suddenly heard giggles coming from the basement. Then I heard Ji Shanshan shouting: "Brother, I'm here." ”

Shanshan? Ji Zimo was secretly shocked, could it be that Shanshan came back, stole my tortoiseshell bracelet, and then hid in the basement waiting for me to find it?

Ji Zimo shook the flashlight indiscriminately, shining on the light line next to the staircase wall, grabbed the wire switch with trembling hands, and clicked it. The light was not on, but the cold sweat was sloppy.

Whew~ With a sigh of relief, Ji Zimo said to himself: It's okay, it's okay, there's nothing else in the basement, even if there are damn rats.

Finally walked down the last step of the ladder. Ji Zimo shook his flashlight and continued to move down.

When the foot hits the ground, standing in the basement space. Ji Zimo suddenly felt like he had come to another space isolated from the world. Looking up, the cold thing, dripping on the face, and the sound of dripping, as if it was raining, wanted to see farther away, but what I saw was a large heavy and boundless black.

This article is from the novel of Kanshu.com