"Officer Ma, that, that Zhao Wanjin came back to life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "A young police officer trotted to the middle-aged police officer who had interrogated Zhang Guan before, his face turned red, I don't know if he ran or was frightened, hearing this, the middle-aged police officer's face suddenly became exciting, can this dead person be resurrected? That's a rarity.

Without thinking too much, the middle-aged police officer strode towards the temporary storage place of the corpse, pushed the door in, and a cold current rushed to his face, which lifted people's spirits, looking at Zhao Wanjin, who was half-sitting, the middle-aged police officer slowed down with a strange face, walked over slowly, and asked tentatively: "Zhao Wanjin, what do you think now?" Remember what happened before? ”

Zhao Wanjin looked around with a confused expression, saw the white-clothed doctor who was looking at him with a frightened face against the wall, and then looked at the middle-aged police officer who was talking to him, suddenly, his face was tangled, his hands were holding his head, and he seemed to be suffering a lot.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged police officer hurriedly stepped forward, held Zhao Wanjin's shoulder, and asked softly: "It's okay, don't think about it so much for the time being, you can rest first." As he spoke, he looked at the white-clothed doctor who was still hiding aside, the white-clothed doctor nodded lightly with an embarrassed face, and then stepped forward, carefully helped Zhao Wanjin to lie down, and then pushed Zhao Wanjin out of the morgue.

The police officer on the side couldn't help but ask: "Officer Ma, this Zhao Wanjin has woken up, but it seems that he has forgotten everything before, what should we do next?" ”

The middle-aged police officer responded with a flat face: "Wait slowly, that little hairy head will be released when the time comes, but send someone to monitor him for a few days until Zhao Wanjin recovers his memory." ”

The young officer nodded lightly and said no more.

Zhang Guan was released only to know that the Zhao fat man came back to life, thinking that this Zhao fat man's life was quite big, he didn't think too much about it and went home directly, ready to take a bath and sleep, who knew that the tattooed old man was already waiting at Zhang Guan's house.

"Huh? How did you know I was released? Zhang Guan chuckled and looked at the old man sitting on the sofa, taking care of his bath things.

"Who do you think saved you?" The tattooed old man said angrily, watching Zhang Guan walk into the bathroom indifferently, and ignoring himself, the tattooed old man laughed at himself helplessly, his figure slowly faded, and he appeared in the bathroom the next moment.

Zhang Guan looked at the old man standing in the corner, he was not surprised, and said in a flat tone: "That black cat is a little strange, after I was caught by it, not only could I not perform soul exchange, but the tattoos on my body also faded. He said and glanced in the mirror.

The old man nodded lightly, and answered thoughtfully: "Although the black cat belongs to the yin, it can drive away evil spirits on its own. ”

Zhang Guan interrupted the old man's speech and said, "That unlucky black cat felt uncomfortable when he looked at me, it was so weird. ”

The old man muttered with a strange face: "I guess it's a black cat that has been psychic, otherwise it wouldn't hurt you." Come, show me your wounds. ”

Zhang Guan stretched out his arm to the old man, glanced at his arm, and said, "It's almost all right." "The black cat scratched it, but it scratched a little skin, and it didn't bleed much, and after a few days, it was mostly better.

The old man glanced at Zhang Guan's arm and said in a light tone: "Well, it is estimated that it will be able to fully recover in a week, and I will come back to you next week." ”

Zhang Guan seemed to remember something, and called out to the old man who was about to leave: "Who is the next target?" ”

The old man turned his head and dropped a sentence: "Your art teacher." The figure turned into a ray of light and disappeared, Zhang Guan wanted to ask something but found that there was no old man, and muttered to himself in his heart: "What can that dumb art teacher do?" ”

A Monday passed by, during which Zhao Wanjin recovered most of his memory and told the police what happened that day, only thinking that it was ordinary revenge, and the police officer had to call Zhang Guan to the police station again to educate him, and no longer pursue anything.

However, this matter is not over, at least Zhang Guan will not let Zhao Fatzi go, and after this gust of rumors, Zhao Fatzi's soul still has to be changed.

Now the target is the art teacher of No. 1 Middle School, Mr. Yang.

This teacher Yang has always been withdrawn, almost does not communicate with people, and the class is also going to be dead, but the personal ability is strong, it is said that he won a lot of awards when he was young, such a withdrawn and strange personality has not yet started a family, has been teaching students art in this school.

At night, Zhang Guan sneaked into the school's art textbook room alone, and he didn't turn on the lights, which was enough for Zhang Guan, who was a finger yin, to see things in the moonlight.

Looking around, Zhang Guan frowned, he keenly felt that the death and resentment here were very heavy, suddenly, the bright moon was covered by a cloud and half of his body, the room suddenly became dark, Zhang Guan raised his eyebrows, in the dark, others could not see, for him, it was still like day, he clearly saw several struggling ghosts on the human sculptures.

The ghost shadow didn't seem to be able to break free from the shackles of the sculpture, but struggled to stretch out his dry arm and wave it wildly, Zhang Guan muttered, "It seems that there is indeed something greasy in these sculptures." ”

This Teacher Yang seems to know a little crooked ways, and he can suppress these ghosts, but why did he do this? No matter how much it is, I'll release these poor guys first, Zhang Guan thought about it, and chuckled: "You guys be quiet for a while, I'll tell you, it's not me who locked you here, it's the unlucky teacher, I'll release you now, don't do evil, if you want to do evil, you will also rectify that Teacher Yang, you know?" ”

Regardless of whether these ghosts understood it or not, Zhang Guan stepped forward, destroyed the texture of the sculpture base one by one, and pulled out all the yellow pieces of paper and put them away on his body, and then ignored the ghosts behind him with teeth and claws, and strode away from the teaching room.

If these ghosts have thoughts, they are probably also wondering, the person in front of them is obviously a human body, but he feels that he is the same kind as himself, and he has a good feeling from the bottom of his heart.

There are still a few ghosts who don't open their eyes and want to play tricks on Zhang Guan, and quietly cast a ghost to hit the wall, however, what shocked these ghosts was that Zhang Guan did not receive a trace of influence at all, and his footsteps did not slow down the slightest step out of the legendary ghost that could not get out of the wall when he turned to death, and the little ghost with a lot of fun was unwilling, and turned into a hideous and bloody appearance, and suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Guan, however, the expected horror did not appear on Zhang Guan's face, Zhang Guan actually smiled at him, and then smiled and left the school by himself, Leaving behind a group of ghosts who looked at each other......