It didn't matter if I looked at it, I immediately noticed that it was abnormal, because this person obviously had no lower limbs, he was completely suspended, and there was no expression on his face, and the overall impression was like a statue. But at the same time, it was not as hard and tense as the statue, looming, and it seemed to be there or not, which frightened him and screamed uncontrollably.

"Oh my god......"

After a scream, his feet rushed to Lao Zhangtou's room as if he had kicked Hot Wheels, and his face turned blue.

At this time, Lao Zhangtou had not yet arrived in the room, he was frightened by his actions, and he took two steps with a limp and asked, "You, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Ah, no, I didn't ...... much" he didn't know how to respond for a moment, "you here, this ......"

"What's wrong with me here?" The old man then asked.

Before he could figure out how to respond, the hearse driver also came in, he stared at Jiang Chenghuan with very strange eyes, and then at the old man, as if he also felt strange, and he didn't know what he was doing just now. The hearse driver stared at Jiang Chenghuan with puzzled eyes, Jiang Chenghuan was a little embarrassed and couldn't bear to look directly.

"You just followed me?" Jiang Chenghuan suddenly asked the hearse driver.

"Yes, you ......" The hearse driver was originally puzzled, but when he saw Jiang Chenghuan asking, he asked, "Don't you know?" ”

"You've just ......, you've just seen ......"

Jiang Chenghuan wanted to speak and stopped. I wondered if it was the hearse driver just now, but I was dazzled and mistook it for some other monster. However, after thinking about it, I felt that it should not be the hearse driver, because the hearse driver was not that tall, and at the same time, it should not be that strange expression. Of course, it is inconvenient to ask him if he has seen any monsters, in case he doesn't see anything, but he has an illusion in front of him, it will be troublesome. He still wants to save face, if he really asks that, the answer is unexpected, and it is not good for anyone. So, he turned around and seemed to be about to brush away something, but just like that, the scene he had just seen appeared again. Between him and the hearse driver, a taller man still loomed, exactly as he had seen before, and his face suddenly turned green.

"What's wrong with you, your face is so ugly?" The hearse driver was asking, and without waiting for Jiang Chenghuan to respond, he then asked, "How did you get the corpse?" Whether to move into freezer or leave it here. ”

"What corpse?" Jiang Chenghuan was still thinking about the scene just now in his mind, and when he was suddenly asked, he couldn't react at once.

"Huh......"

"Placed here, how to calculate, of course it is placed to ......" Lao Zhangtou reacted, and then took the conversation.

"Cold storage." Before the old man could finish speaking, Jiang Chenghuan suddenly interrupted him and interjected.

"Then we'll do it." After the hearse driver finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to go out.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Chenghuan stopped him.

The hearse's driver's eyes widened in bewilderment, and he stood still, waiting for the next move.

Jiang Chenghuan didn't know why he was stopping, in fact, he didn't have an accurate judgment in his heart. But seeing that everyone was staring at him, for some reason, he suddenly regained a little self-confidence, and at this moment, it seemed that everything was under his control. Old Zhang Tou trembled in front of him, and the people in the hearse, including the corpse, were completely under his control, and his inner emotions seemed to have eased up. He knew that he didn't care about all this, but obviously, his resistance was not because of these factors, it was completely psychogenic, it was a protest against Ma Shangkui's approach, a kind of rejection, a kind of rejection, and he wanted to find himself again on such an occasion.

Indeed, then, it seemed that all he had to do was move his mouth. At this time, he naturally thought of Ma Shangkuilai in his mind, thinking about what they were doing now, what kind of case it was, and what unexpected situations would happen. Hmph, it seems that this guy has planted the seeds of hatred for himself and is waiting for an opportunity to take revenge. It's better to be careful. Hey, by the way, and Ma Kaili, when he thought of her, his mood suddenly improved, I don't know what she thought about her pranks, I'm afraid she also holds a grudge, and even, he is the same as Ma Shangkui, all of this is their common idea, and it is not necessarily.

However, after he stopped the hearse driver, the hearse driver stared at him, as if everyone was staring at him, and for a moment, he did not know what to do next. Because, it was the first time to send a body to the freezer, and he didn't know how to settle it at all, so he turned to look at the old man.

The old man was already holding the register in his hand at this time, but for some unknown reason, his hand slipped and fell to the ground, and he picked it up and held it in his hand.

"It's time to register first."

When the old man was asked by Jiang Chenghuan, he nodded and did not speak. After a while, the old man took out his reading glasses from the drawer, shook and choked on his head, and then, with his wrinkled hand, rummaged through the pages of the register, a little out of tune, as if he could not find the page of the registration at once. I don't know how many minutes have passed, he asked Jiang Chenghuan slowly, asking this and that, it seems that the procedures are cumbersome and complicated.

Seeing this, Jiang Chenghuan was a little irritable, he grabbed the ballpoint pen and the registration book in Lao Zhangtou's hand, and read the items marked out with a pen and ruler on the registration book, and browsed through the ten lines at a glance, and then scratched a few times, and the registration was completed in an instant, and then he threw the ballpoint pen on the table. Due to the excessive force, the ballpoint pen rolled to the ground by inertia.

Lao Zhangtou suddenly showed a look of surprise, he stared at a pair of shriveled abalone eyes through reading glasses, as if he wanted to say something to Jiang Chenghuan, but he didn't say anything. Seeing this, Jiang Chenghuan smiled dumbly, he knew that it was a bit too much just now, so he bent down to pick up the ballpoint pen under the table. However, he stared at it for a long time, and there was no trace of a ballpoint pen at all, so he crouched down and put his head under the table.

Actually, it wasn't a serious desk, but a shabby desk with four legs propped against the wall by the window. Pressed against the desk is the bed that Lao Zhangtou has built with two benches, and under the bed, there are a mess of miscellaneous miscellaneous items that cannot be distinguished. Due to the dark light, the underside of the table is gray, and since the ballpoint pen is not on the ground that can be seen at a glance, it may be under the table pocket or under the bed. So, he poked his head down, searching with wide eyes.

Just as he swept his gaze under the bed, he saw a scene that surprised him, and in the corner between the desk and the bed, two beams of turquoise light were projected. The two beams of light were cold and gloomy, Jiang Chenghuan suddenly became agitated, and instinctively stood up.

"Bang ......"

With a loud bang, the desk responded to the sound and turned sideways, the ground shook like a mountain, and the things placed on the desk instantly spilled to the ground. Almost at the same time, Jiang Chenghuan let out a scream.

"Ahh......h

He clutched his head in both hands, rubbing it incessantly.

"You, alas, you slow down, slow down, look at you, this time it's messed up......"

Seeing this, the old man was at a loss, and stretched out his hands to Jiang Chenghuan for a while, and then to the table, so busy that he didn't know what to do, so he was so anxious that he stomped his feet. Jiang Chenghuan didn't care about this, only touched the hit head, and continued to look at the situation under the bed.

"What the hell is going on?"

Lao Zhangtou continued to ask.

"Hey, that's ......"

Jiang Chenghuan wanted to speak and stopped.

In stark contrast, the hearse driver, he stepped forward in an orderly manner, first straightened the desk that was collided horizontally by Jiang Chenghuan, and pressed it against the wall, and then, squatting down again, he cleaned up the scattered things all over the place, such as a small wooden comb with missing teeth, a bamboo pen holder, a round mirror with green edges, an empty mineral water bottle, a cylinder cigarette case with a Hongta Mountain mark, a stainless steel cup without a lid, and of course, the book that had just been registered, and at the same time, he also found the initiator - the ballpoint pen.

"Oh, this damn wildcat......" The hearse driver tossed his ballpoint pen on his desk.

Wildcat? Jiang Chenghuan touched his head and asked rhetorically, as if he didn't understand.

"yes, just as your head hit your desk with a terrifying bang, a wild cat sprang out from under the bed and slipped away."

Jiang Chenghuan stared at the hearse driver for a while, but did not squeak. Of course, he knew that it was the wild cat just now, and the two green lights he saw should be the light from the wild cat's eyes.

He sneered silently.

Obviously, this smile is an apology, and everything has nothing to do with this old man. Originally, he thought that what happened next didn't seem to have much to do with him. How the body gets out of the hearse, how it is transported to the freezer, where it is placed, and so on, all have little to do with you, and you will have the people on the hearse to do it. He knew that all this was provoked by him, impatient, rude, self-righteous, high in the eyes of no one, should not be so reckless, should not have such an attitude towards the old man, who does not have the time of old age and clumsiness. This collision made him suddenly understand a truth, don't just stare at the shortcomings and shortcomings of others, how can you not be the same, or even, inferior to others. In himself, it is indeed not noble, nor noble, although in the process just now, he seems to have regained a little self-confidence, but then, he is not going to continue to sit in the hearse and turn back.

In this way, he became a little humble, and he directed the hearse to drive to the middle of the courtyard and stop. Then, guide them to move the corpse to the freezer, like the hero. He had to do it, and he had to make up for what he had just done. (To be continued.) )