What Yan Zhen took out from the corpse was a mobile phone wrapped in a plastic bag, and when the little Taoist priest was surprised, he grabbed the hem of his Taoist robe and quickly wiped the plastic bag containing the mobile phone twice. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The little Taoist priest reacted and hurriedly snatched back his robe, but unfortunately he was a step too late, and the viscous blood had already stained his robe.

"You-"

"Shut up!"

The two of them clashed back and forth, and the little Taoist priest was so shocked by Yan Zhen's cold eyes that he forgot what he wanted to say, he recalled Yan Zhen when he first met in the stairwell, and Yan Zhen who had just saved him in the cave, and felt that the Yan Zhen in front of him seemed to be another person.

He didn't dare to 'speak freely' anymore, so he closed his mouth and retreated outside the cupboard, he couldn't leave yet, until he was sure if the humanoid monster was the Ghost King!

Yan Zhen's change of face was not without reason, if it wasn't his mobile phone that he took out from the corpse, then he wouldn't be as nervous and flustered as he is now.

He opened the plastic bag and pressed the power button, but after pressing it for a minute, the phone didn't turn on.

Since someone deliberately left this mobile phone and carefully wrapped it in a waterproof plastic bag, he must have wanted him to get it and turn it on, and he believed that there must be some information left for him in the mobile phone.

Maybe the effect of the strong magnetic storm is too good, and now all electronic devices are not working, in order to confirm this, he took out his mobile phone and found that it turned off automatically.

"He's not a ghost king." Yan Zhen put away his two mobile phones, turned to the little Taoist priest and said, "Why are you sure that this person is the ghost king?" ”

The little Taoist priest paused and said, "Uh... Actually, I don't know, yes, someone told me. ”

Yan Zhen's eyes immediately widened: "Who told you that?" ”

"A big sister, she said that Zhoushi is haunted, all because the ghost king was born and brought a group of ghosts to harm the world, so I came here."

"What kind of big sister?"

"It's, it's a good-looking big sister."

"You've been deceived, this is a person, not a ghost king at all."

"Huh? Not a ghost king? That... You've seen it before, it's full of ghosts! ”

"It's all man-made ghosts, and this ghost king is also man-made."

"How... So, is there a ghost king in that world? Immortal Heart... My grandfather said that there is an immortal heart in this world......"

"Even if there is, it's not this person's heart, now, you get out of here quickly."

"Uncle, uh no, senior, then do you know where the real ghost king is?"

"I don't know."

Yan Zhen replied lightly, then raised his legs and walked to the door, the mobile phone couldn't be turned on, and he couldn't check the results of the task, so he just went out to see the situation outside.

As soon as he left the hospital building, a ball of fire happened to cut through the sky and appeared in his field of vision, dragging a tail of fire, which was expected to fall to the sea.

"Wow~ Meteor!" The little Taoist priest who came out after him saw the fireball in the sky and shouted excitedly.

"It's a satellite." Yan Zhen saw that the little Taoist priest folded his hands, closed his eyes and was about to make a wish to the meteor, and hurriedly spoke out to stop him from committing two acts.

'Huh? Satellite? How can you tell? The little priest craned his neck and tried to stare at the fireball that was about to fly by, but his eyes were about to pop out, and he could still only see a burning fire.

Yan Zhen can't say what mood he is in at the moment, mobile phones, computers, tablets, and even walkie-talkies, all electronic devices have probably been destroyed.

Looking at the falling satellites in the sky, he vaguely felt that from this moment on, the trajectory of something was moving in an unpredictable direction.

Super solar magnetic storms will have an impact on the human body, and you must avoid exposing yourself to strong magnetic fields, so Yan Zhen stood at the door for a while before turning around and walking back to the hospital lobby.

The little Taoist followed him step by step, for fear of being thrown off by him, wherever he went, the little Taoist followed, and when he walked all the floors he had not been to before, the little Taoist was so tired that he was leaning against the wall to wipe his sweat.

In the end, Yan Zhen sat down to drink water and rest in a fairly clean and tidy consultation room, and threw the ******** on the table.

The little Taoist priest also came in, threw himself at the clinic bed by the wall, and did not move when he lay on his stomach, and after a while, a slight snoring sound came from the bed.

The curtains were drawn in the consultation room, and there was silence outside, and modern people, who are used to the hustle and bustle of the city, may need a long time to get used to this silence.

Yan Zhen flipped through the notes on the table and read them page by page, only to find the details that he had missed when he jumped to read before.

The 'I' in the diary likes to refer to himself as 'Lao Tzu', so he thought it was a high school boy's diary at first.

But after reading it carefully, he found that the owner of the diary would occasionally express his thoughts about a classmate between the lines, and this classmate named 'Ah Yao' should be a boy.

In the middle of the diary, there is also a sentence of 'Lao Tzu is still a yellow flower girl, what should I do if I was touched by a male doctor and had a swollen belly'.

In other words, the owner of this diary is actually a high school girl, she is terminally ill and forced to suspend her studies and be hospitalized for treatment, and she can only rely on the diary to express her desire for life and her longing for another person.

This boy named Ah Yao has never visited her in the hospital, but Yan Zhen can guess through some indirect words that this boy went to a distant place and could not come back in a short time.

Turning to the last page of the diary, it is still full of words expressing emotions such as excitement and joy, but what attracts Yan Zhen's attention this time is the inscription at the bottom of this page.

[I hope that life will end forever, and there will be a 'fate' goodbye!] ]

Goodbye to 'fate'?!

Margin... Schoolgirl... Wishes... Novel... Paradise... Terminally Ill Recovery......

A series of words outlined the outline of the truth in Yan Zhen's mind, if the owner of the diary was a writer and was in Zhoushi, then he wanted him to know who this person was-Three Lives and Six Worlds!

This name was like lightning, instantly thundering into his mind, Yan Zhen's heart beat uncontrollably suddenly, did she kill Sanjing in the middle of the night?

According to the content of the task written by Yan Zhen, the ghost on the street pointed out to him the location of Sanjing in the middle of the night, so the red monster on the top floor should be the Sanjing himself in the middle of the night.

But why did the diary of the Three Lives and Six Worlds stay in the hospital?

In the middle of the night, when Sankyo was entrenched in the hospital, was she there?

If not, why didn't she take such an important diary with her?

And who is the writer who can kill Sanjing in the middle of the night face to face?

Yan Zhen remembers very clearly that when he took the task, there were only three of them in Zhoushi!

Two of the writers may be in this hospital, and the suspicion of Sansheng and Six Worlds is naturally the greatest.

Assuming that it is really her, there will be no winner in this round of the game, and he and Sanjing in the middle of the night should both be considered lost.

Although the facts are uncertain now, one thing is certain, Sanjing died in the middle of the night, he didn't, does this mean that he won this round of battles, or a draw?

As night fell, the few remaining street lamps in the city went on strike, and a group of soldiers patrolling with cold fireworks passed by the hospital on bicycles.