This is probably the coldest place in the security brigade. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was only one window, the windows and doors were open to the north, and there was nothing in it, except for a long table, looking at the messy marks of dust on the ground, it was obvious that this table had been moved here after the murder today.

Take a closer look at the corner of the wall, there are not even cobwebs, Zhao Chengping entered the door together, and he felt the cold and biting, as if he had walked into cold storage, this place is really suitable for mortuary.

"It must be a pleasure to stay here in the summer." Just said such a simple thirteen words, his throat was frozen tight, and Zhao Chengping felt that the words he said would freeze into ice cubes, and one word after another fell to the ground.

Feng Dayong put the key and lock aside, and while lifting the cloth covering the corpse, he said: "It's okay to stay here during the day in summer, and when I sleep at night, I always feel that the yin qi is too heavy, and it is very uncomfortable. ”

"Aren't there a few curious, hordes of people who spend the night here?" Zhao Chengping was very curious now, if it weren't for the fact that it was too cold, he would have wanted to sleep here for the night.

Feng Dayong shook his head: "The security team used to be all old people, the old people, they were all more cautious, and then I came here, and I felt uncomfortable staying here for an afternoon, so why bother with myself, I have to stay here for one night." ”

There is also a reason, isn't the reason for those horror movies that the protagonist group has to go to some mysterious hut and mysterious forest, and the cave that is not allowed to enter must be drilled, and the crack in the ground must be lowered?

Although in most cases, the protagonist will not die, but, who knows if he is the protagonist, besides, in case it is of the level of "Curse", and the ghost is the protagonist, then it will be fun.

Zhao Chengping still has a heavy responsibility on his body, the so-called son of a daughter can't sit down, how can he not die here because of such a boring thing, those immortals don't seem to have the ability to go to the underworld to fish for people, maybe they will be replaced directly, they won't think about saving him at all, the last soul in this body disappeared like this.

When no one loves anyone, you have to care about yourself.

"That's all." Feng Dayong pointed to the two stumps on the long table, and glanced at Zhao Chengping worriedly, for fear that he would not be able to hold back and spit it out, and it would be troublesome to clean it up when the time came.

I didn't expect Zhao Chengping to come over, it's just a corpse, what's there to be afraid of? When I first fell in love with Su Jin, I often went to her medical school to wait for her, and by the way, I played a game with the boys from the medical school on the basketball court, so I also met several boys from the medical school.

In the new semester, there was a boy who was addicted to online games and didn't want to take anatomy class, so he volunteered to impersonate him, just to get along with Su Jin for a while, but he didn't expect that after the first roll call, the teacher would remember him.

As a result, he had to go to the anatomy class on time and on time, and write homework for the boy, because he was good at drawing, and he was particularly good at drawing human tendons, so he also shouldered the heavy responsibility of some group assignments, and finally he was lucky to catch up with the local anatomy practice class with a general teacher.

That year, it was much more difficult to be a teacher.

That year, Zhao Chengping looked at a lot of different parts of teachers of various ages.

The two pieces in front of him, in Zhao Chengping's eyes, are a person worthy of sympathy, although the owner of these two pieces of meat may not be dead, but if he is still alive now, it must be better than death.

He carefully measured the length and thickness of these two things, and asked Feng Dayong for a pen and paper.

According to the proportions of the human body, the approximate height of the person is drawn, and the approximate body shape of the person is estimated according to the thickness of the arms, fat and the degree of development of the biceps.

The image of this person gradually materialized on the white paper, Zhao Chengping made up a few strokes at the end, and looked at it carefully, Feng Dayong's mouth had become an "O" shape: "This can also be drawn?!" ”

Zhao Chengping looked at it carefully, but was still dissatisfied: "No." ”

The hand that is placed on the table is buckled on the table and needs to be picked up and looked at carefully.

"Do you have gloves?"

"Yes, yes."

Feng Dayong, who almost regarded Zhao Chengping as a great savior, heard his request, and ran out to find gloves.

After a while, he ran back panting again: "Give." ”

Zhao Chengping turned his head to pick it up, and the whole person froze, it was a huge, warm glove sewn with cotton cloth and cotton, no, this can't be called a glove, and even the position of the thumb is not set aside, it is just a tube, put your hand into it, just like the hand of a robot cat, round and useless.

Zhao Chengping blinked helplessly, and just wanted to speak, someone behind him handed him a pair of thin white cloth five-finger gloves: "Is this suitable?" ”

The person who spoke was a young girl, Zhao Chengping had been hanging in the hall for a long time just now, and he didn't see her, Feng Dayong introduced: "This is the sister of Xiao Zheng you saw just now, working in the provincial capital." ”

"How did you get here while working in the provincial capital?" Zhao Chengping felt a little strange, there is still a period of time before the Spring Festival, it is said that he should not go home so early, is there any paid annual leave in this space?

The little girl was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to stretch out her hand: "My name is Zheng Shuhua, reporter, hello." ”

Huh, what, journalist?

Zhao Chengping silently looked at the white gloves held by the little girl in her left hand, reporters, in his cognition, there are them everywhere, some of them are straightforward, speaking out for the disadvantaged, but more in order to achieve the news effect, sell more newspapers, do everything in exaggeration, take words out of context, dig up people's scars, in order to stimulate the senses, do anything.

Although this little girl looks quite normal, she ...... Who knows who she really is.

"It's better not to come in a place like this, a little girl like you." Zhao Chengping took the white gloves and coldly ordered the eviction.

Although Zheng Shuhua looked young, she was not intimidated by Zhao Chengping's momentum at all, and she had no intention of leaving: "You are not a member of the security brigade, nor are you just a businessman, that is, your family is richer than me, is it possible that you are more noble than me?" ”

Come on, come on, start to buckle the big hat, and say a few more words to her, I'm afraid that the headline on the front page of a newspaper in the next issue will be "The second generation of the rich in the town is bullying, is it the loss of the system or the degradation of morality"

Zhao Chengping closed his mouth knowingly, silently put on his gloves, and began to work.

The hand has thick calluses on the palms and fingers, and the skin is not particularly rough, with signs of frequent molting. Ordinary people will have some hairs on the back of their fingers, but this hand does not.

"This man is a cellar burner." Zhao Chengping took off his gloves. (To be continued.) )