18541590">(); I don't know if the girl didn't want me to see what happened next, or if she didn't want to remember it herself, or maybe the impact it had on her was too great. [A lot of good-looking novels] made her completely lose her memories later.

Regardless of the reason. The channeling was only halfway through and I was back in the hallway of the four-story building.

The girl's ghost was still crying in front of me, her hands clutching my arm and trembling incessantly.

"What's your dad's name?" I asked.

"The latest chapter of the prosperous scenery of Chenjiuyuan ();." The girl replied.

"Where was your body dumped, can't you remember?" I continued to ask.

The girl shook her head, then continued to sob.

There is no point in continuing to ask her, but fortunately, there are a few ghosts in front of her, although the language may not be compatible, but channeling directly with them may be able to see something more intuitively.

I told the girl not to go too far, and I made a beeline for the end of the hallway. The ghosts there had no fear of me. Perhaps influenced by the girl just now, they rushed towards me and reached out to grab at me, just like those zombies in horror movies.

But I didn't hide from it, because I knew very well that they didn't mean to eat me, they just needed a way to release their pent-up intense feelings.

I stood still and closed my eyes, allowing the ghosts to pounce on me and slowly invade my thoughts, and when I opened my eyes again, the scene around me changed again. This time, there was a dense darkness around me, and at the same time there was a feeling of almost suffocating oppression.

From time to time there was the sound of coughing in the darkness, and with a violent shaking, there was also the sound of iron sheets colliding all around.

Here it appears to be a cargo box, possibly a shipping container. Or maybe it was the cargo box of a large truck, but it was packed with people in this dark environment - the ghosts obviously wanted me to know a little bit about them, including how they got to this little building. []

The darkness is not completely occupied, and as the crate shakes, there is always a ray of light coming in at the edges, but this light is fleeting. I came to the light source, which was the door of the container. I tried to get through this door, but I failed, and even though it was only a vision I saw during my psychic experience, I couldn't get out of here because all the ghosts saw was this pitch black.

The car shook again, and a light came through the crack in the door, and by this light I saw a man clinging to the crack in the door, putting his mouth and nose together in the crack of the door, and he seemed to need the only space to breathe in some air that was not too fresh, but not too turbid.

The cargo box swayed for a long time and finally stopped, and there was the sound of footsteps, which opened through the door, and there was no strong sunlight projecting in, only the fierce eyes of two or three men.

"Get off, get off and rebirth the latest chapter of Happy Times ();! go！ One of them gave orders to the people in the car in Chinese and plain English, gesturing with his hands.

There were a lot of men and women in the car, they were very bad and dirty, they did not act immediately after hearing the order, and the men under the car seemed to be a little impatient, they began to reach into the car and grab people, pull out a few people by the side of the cargo box, and then rudely pushed aside.

One of the people who came out of the box asked in broken Chinese: "Sold it?" ”

"That's right! It's here! The man who dragged them out of here replied impatiently, and then said with a quick laugh, "Hmph, I'll sell you all later." ”

The person who came out of the cargo box did not understand his words, and nodded and continued to say thank you in Chinese, which also made the three men standing outside the car laugh evilly.

Outside, in the middle of nowhere, there was no shadow of the city, and a fat white man with a toad mirror stood with a bag in his pocket, and beside him was a white passenger and cargo vehicle, but the windows were covered with one-way black film. (, ''Small' said')

After all the people in the cargo box were dragged down, the white fat man chose seven women who looked relatively healthy.

"Just a few?" The man who was in charge of dragging people down from the cargo box asked the white fat man.

"At present, these are enough, and I will contact you when I want the goods, didn't you say that they will be available at any time?" The fat man asked in a thin voice.

"Yes, it is available at any time, and the most worrying thing is the goods." The man smiled evilly and nodded, and then he and the other two people drove the people who had gotten out of the car but were not selected by the fat man back into the cargo box.

I remember the voice of the fat white man, it was the dentist I had spoken to before, and I quickly looked at the license plate number of the truck he drove, and repeated it in my mind several times to memorize it. It turned out to be wise for me to do so, and when the three men pushed the woman chosen by the white fat man into the van and closed the door, my vision returned to a pitch black state.

When the darkness was dispelled by the light, I found myself in a dilapidated warehouse, the door of the warehouse was open, and two men, one tall and one fat, walked in and dragged two women from the ground. The two women struggled and shouted in a language I didn't understand at all, but their struggles didn't bring them freedom, all they waited for was a cold scalpel.

In the hours that followed, I witnessed the "operation" of the rebirth of the immortal ();.

The women were fixed on the operating table, anesthetized all over the body, and then the two men were responsible for disposing of the bodies. They used a large hacksaw to split the body into two pieces and load it into a large plastic box and carry it to a truck downstairs. There were no markings on the body, but I could still see the license plate number clearly, and I remembered it again in my head.

Then the picture in front of my eyes began to look like a flashback, and it was very jumpy, the content was very chaotic, some people were shouting, some people were crying, it was like hell on earth.

These chaotic emotions didn't help me anymore, I closed my eyes hard, and then I focused on pulling me back to reality, and when I opened my eyes again, I did return to the corridor of the tube building, the ghosts were gone, only the Nine Princess was guarding by my side, and her presence also confirmed that I had finished this long channel.

I took a step and felt a little tingling in my body, and at the same time, the cold in my body also made me feel cold from the inside out.

"You're back?" The Ninth Princess looked at me and asked.

"Well, I'm back, how long have I been stunned?"

"More than an hour and twenty minutes." The ninth princess opened her mouth and replied, it is estimated that she has not looked at her watch much during the time I was psychic just now.

"It's okay, I thought I'd be standing here until dawn." I said it half-jokingly, but I didn't say it to the Ninth Princess, but to myself, and the scene I had seen in the last few hours was definitely the most cruel and worst picture I had ever seen in my life, and it once again refreshed my concept of human evil.

It's time for the world to be cleansed!

I silently muttered in my heart the sentence that the death assistant often hung on his lips, but I didn't say it, maybe I was still worried about whether the king would suddenly appear and take control of my whole body, if I had to clean, I thought it would be more appropriate to use my own method.

I didn't go to the big house at the end of the corridor again, but took out my phone and entered the two license plate numbers in case I forgot them, and then I told the Nine Princesses in detail about the qiē I had just seen when I was psychic.

After hearing this, the nine princesses immediately contacted their colleagues in the police station, and arranged for someone to find out the identity of the owners of the two license plate numbers overnight, and after explaining these things, the nine princesses told me that she planned to return to the bureau now, and after finding the owner of the car, they may not immediately arrest people, but they will definitely follow up and investigate to find evidence, and these actions are very likely to start the abduction of the online game tonight ();;。

I didn't go with the ninth princess, I've finished the work of finding clues, and the next thing to arrest is handed over to the police, and now I need to fulfill my promise and go to the county hospital to find the girl's father, Chen Jiuyuan.

At about 1 o'clock in the morning, I drove to the county hospital in the direction of Zhubantun and explained my intention to the doctor on duty. Estimate the intestinal stupidity.

I was ready to pay some money to solve the matter, but the doctor on duty to my surprise did not show any impatience, he listened to what I said very carefully, and when he learned that Chen Jiuyuan's daughter had been killed by organ traffickers, he even knocked on the table angrily.

I didn't need to pay for it, and the doctor on duty immediately helped me look up Chen Jiuyuan's hospitalization records.

The old man of the young master's family had a kidney replacement operation two years ago, so I asked the doctor on duty to look for it directly in the records of two years ago, and soon the young doctor found Chen Jiuyuan.

Two years ago, Chen Jiu was hospitalized for a heart attack and was discharged after a month of hospitalization. The hospital did not record Chen's home address, but the doctor on duty found a landline number, and he should be able to find him by calling Guò.

I memorized the number, thanked the doctor, and then called the number, regardless of whether the time was right or not.

The phone rang a dozen times before it was finally picked up, and it was a woman who asked in annoyance, "Do you know what time it is?" ”

"It's almost two o'clock in the morning." I replied, and then continued to ask, "I want to ask if this is the original family of Chenjiu." ”

"Chen Jiuyuan is dead." The woman replied bluntly.

"And who are?" I asked.

"Why do you ask so much? Who are you? The woman asked impatiently.

"Actually, I have news of Chen Jiuyuan's daughter." I say.

"Light rain? Do you know where Xiaoyu went? The woman was thrilled by my words.

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