According to the ranking of the list of those who will not be saved, who should be next?

Ji Zimo first thought that Zhu Yimeng was in danger. He didn't have time to tell Zhang Yang about this, so he hurriedly called Su Qingmei and asked about her situation.

Su Qingmei said that Zhu Yimeng was very quiet for the time being, and there were no abnormal actions, words and deeds.

Hearing Su Qingmei say this, Ji Zimo breathed a sigh of relief. I hope that after Su Bai finds his biological parents, he will no longer kill people who don't save people when he sees death.

For the sake of prudence, he still suggested that Su Bai's bones be sent to the funeral home for a major repair and beauty, hoping to resolve her resentment towards seeing death and not saving people.

"Are you sure you can fix her?" Zhang Yang was shocked by Ji Zimo's words, Su Bai's bones have not been disposed of for a long time, isn't it that there is no family to claim it? It is still kept in the freezer.

Her bones were mutilated, and several parts of her body were broken and shattered. The face is even more bloody and blurry, the nose and eyes are all moved and squeezed together, except for the hair that has been properly treated and can be extracted completely, no other parts are good.

In contrast, Su Bai's bones are more difficult to deal with than a charred corpse, I don't know how many times.

Ji Zimo didn't know that Su Bai's bones were difficult to handle. But in order to save people, he felt that as long as there was one in a thousand hopes, he could try. He had thought of a way to bury the three of them together after repairing Su Bai's bones.

What Su Bai lacks is the love from the family, if Sister Fan Xiao is hunched and buried together, the two of them should make some compensation to Su Bai! This kind of myth from ghost theory is like a fantasy, how many people will believe it?

No one believes that Ji Zimo can only do things according to his own Luo Ji thinking. Doing things that others can't understand and agree with, and it's likely to cause unnecessary trouble.

Ji Zimo was thinking about how to repair Su Bai's appearance, and Zhang Yang called to say that there was a major incident to tell him. When he heard Zhang Yang say this, he secretly exclaimed, it was really a big event.

The lost heart was found.

Zhang Yang said that Zhao You's grandson's confession of the problem was like constipation, and he vomited a little more when he remembered it, and now the problem he confessed was to question that there were things in the cellar of Siming Tea House. Once, he saw several shareholders of Siming Tea House coming out of the cellar.

The purpose of Zhang Yang's call to Ji Zimo was to ask him to go and see it together.

Generally, the cellar is used to store goods, and the names of goods are varied, and there are several kinds of wine and tea. On the rows of orderly wine cabinets, there are glass bottles of different shapes, large and small.

The cellar is located in the basement of the building. It feels cool to go in during the day, the light is dim, and there is a smell of medicinal wine in the room.

The wine bottles placed on the wine cabinet were soaked in enough precious herbs, and some of the creatures were soaked in the wine. For example, snakes, insects, rats, ants, and snakes are the majority, including cobras, scorpions, etc.

Looking at these things, it became clear what Zhao Yu meant frankly, that is, Chen Siming indiscriminately killed rare creatures in the country to make wine.

Ji Zimo raised his hands behind his back, looking at the creatures of different shapes in the soaking wine, carefully identifying. Suddenly, he froze in front of an oval-shaped bottle of wine, not a living thing, the size of a fist, on which clear lines of blood could be seen.

Seeing this, Ji Zimo buzzed and said in surprise: "Zhang Yang, come and see." ”

Zhang Yang came over to take a look, and his eyes widened in surprise and said, "Heart? ”

Heart Brewing !!

Looking for a heart everywhere, it turned out to be in these soaking wine bottles. Zhang Yang squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "What a special pervert." ”

The bottles were transported to the city bureau, and after forensic identification, the hearts in these bottles were indeed human hearts. It is the hearts of those vain ghosts, and the bodies of the vain ghosts are still in the funeral home, and it is because of the lack of hearts that the final restoration has not been carried out for a long time.

The heart has been eroded by the soak and is pale white, and it is not clear who owns it. Finally, after the precise testing and identification of veteran forensic doctors, the owner of the heart was found, and each was put into their stomachs.

If he hadn't inadvertently found these hearts, Ji Zimo would really have left behind the events that were so heartfelt. Maybe in the next second, it was the beginning of another sad incident.

Ji Zimo solemnly put his heart into the stomach of the dead female corpse of Naslu, and then comforted her humanely, caressing her eyes in the hope that she could close her eyes. Unexpectedly, not only did the female corpse not close her eyes, but when he took his hand, he really saw a bloody tear rolling out of the corner of the female corpse's eyes.

Bloody tears rolled down vividly and ticked on the white sheets of the morgue, forming a jet-black stain.

"What? Also play big names and lose your temper! I don't have time to grind with you, Xiao Subai is still waiting for me to give her beauty. Ji Zimo complained to the female corpse.

The female corpse lying on her back had cotton balls stuffed in her nostrils, and her eyes were wide with white pupils.

If ordinary people just look at it, they will definitely be scared to pee.

Ji Zimo is not strange to see a lot, and he is not surprised when he sees it. He seemed a little angry, put down his heavy makeup, and walked out like a gust of wind. He has a habit of going to the smoking room to smoke when he encounters a difficult problem.

If only there had been a master to help him figure out a way before.

Hasn't Master come back yet? Everything is on his own. A cigarette comes down, and the brain becomes a pot of porridge, and there is still no proper way to implement it.

In the end, he decided to meet the Master.

The old way, take shortcuts.

Ji Zimo turned off the phone and sent the female corpse who was unwilling to close her eyes back to the freezer. Xiao Su Bai's bones were transferred here from the city bureau, he signed, and asked the leader for leave after finishing the matter, saying that he had urgent matters to deal with, and quietly went to the home of his master Kang Zhentian.

Since that incident, Su Qingmei has rarely come here.

The room was deserted, and the convective wind lifted the curtains and shook and made a swishing sound. Ji Zimo stood quietly in the room, hoping to see Master in meditation.

This time it was a failure, and he didn't sense the master. He was a little bottomless and panicked, so he had to go into the bathroom, planning to take another risky shortcut to meet the master.

The bath water was put away, and he was just about to lie down when there was a faint sound of footsteps from outside. Ji Zimo hurriedly got up and tiptoed to the door, his ear pressed to the door, trying to hear whether it was someone or something else outside the house.

After listening to it for a while, there seemed to be nothing abnormal, and he simply walked out.

Outside, the living room was blown, and the convection wind swept through him to the kitchen, and the window frames of the kitchen creaked. Only then did he notice that the kitchen window frame was open.

I remember the last time I came, the careful Su Qingmei checked them one by one, and inserted all the latches of the window frames.

Got a thief? The small balcony in the kitchen is completely suitable for hiding. There were a lot of miscellaneous things, including rattan chairs that Master didn't want, cardboard, and some scrap items.

Ji Zimo walked over, coughed lightly, and looked towards the place where the items were stacked in the kitchen.

A piece of cardboard shook a little, Ji Zimo was quite nervous, and approached cautiously. He picked up a small shovel and smashed it down at the shaking position.

Before the shovel fell, a black thing rushed out from the place where the movement came, and then the cat mmm~ A cat meowed, which made Ji Zimo's grip on the shovel slippery and sweaty.

I'm going ~ is it a feral cat?

Ji Zimo turned over the cardboard and couldn't help but be happy, there were three kittens under the cardboard. Their mother was scared away by him, and the three kittens curled up together and slept soundly.

Ji Zimo really wanted to take the three cats away and give them to Qingmei, but she had to work now and take care of Zhu Yimeng. How can I have extra time to feed my three adorable cats? After looking at it, he still lightly covered the cardboard on it, returned to the original and went to the bathroom.

The blue blue of the tub is very attractive, and the wind from the exhaust outlet blows and waves of fine lines on the surface of the tub. Ji Zimo stepped into the bathtub with his feet, and his body went down, and his whole body was invaded in the slightly cool water.

His eyes could still see the environment above the bathtub, and he was about to close his eyes to be attentive, when the cat's mournful wail was heard. Ji Zimo was stunned, how could the cat make such a tragic meow?

His arm gripped the edge of the tub, not quite down yet. On top of the bathtub, a quiet white face, blood-red lips, blood-red eyeballs, and a cloak of hair scattered, a familiar ghost shape.

No, it's not acting, it's really hell.

The powerful ghost that Ji Zimo had been looking for would never have thought that he would follow him here. How did she get here? Do you want to be sorry or something?

A lot of questions are just used to communicate with people who can talk, and they can't communicate with ghosts, not to mention that the other party is a very resentful ghost.

Ji Zimo was shocked and hurriedly wanted to get up, but it was too late. He was caught by the ghost, and he couldn't move, so he could only struggle in vain.

Strings of water bubbles came out and surfaced, and Ji Zimo struggled at the bottom of the bathtub. The ghost's scarlet, thin nails were hooked, tearing through his clothes, revealing his muscular pecs.

Ji Zimo only felt a chill rising from his spine, and this coldness surpassed the coldness of the slightly cool water temperature of the bathtub. The ghost refused to close his eyes because he wanted his life, and he asked himself if he had no more entanglements with this ghost, why did she come to him to feel sorry for him?

Could it be that the ghost is being manipulated by Yan Budao! The idea startled him, and it was part of Zhang Yang's plan. It's just that he was too anxious to see the master, and when he stepped out of Zhang Yang's sight, he didn't tell the others.

Ji Zimo is desperate to protect his chest, don't let the ghost gouge out his heart. Just as he was in a stalemate with the ghost on the tub, a cold hand from under the water grabbed him and pulled him down.

It's over, the water is yin, leading to the unknown world. Entangled with the ghost for too long, delayed the best time, now there are ghosts above, and hell ghosts below, Ji Zimo knows that he is in a dilemma now, and he is in danger.

I remember that it was Master who helped last time, will there be such good luck this time? Ji Zimo gasped (breathed) and shouted Master's name with his heart.

"Kang Zhentian, help."

"You can't come down, once the soul leaves the body, you will only die."

There was a familiar and deep voice from the master in his ears, Ji Zimo was overjoyed, and hurriedly shouted: "Master, help." ”

"Stinky boy, what I asked you to do, you forgot, it's okay now, leave the trouble, it's time to be!"

"Master, where are you?" Ji Zimo had a feeling of sleepiness, he desperately hoped for the kind of relaxation that he had not seen for a long time. Wander in a world where there is no strife, no stress, no fear, no darkness.

Just when his consciousness was uncontrollable and cranky, there was a crisp sound, I don't know what it was, it really hit his forehead, a spirit, Ji Zimo suddenly woke up, and the ghost had already grabbed him and put him on the ground.

And his soul was hanging high in the air.

This book is derived from reading books