After Xiao Zhang's police got off work, they began to focus on Jingming's villa and didn't say anything.

Those more than 3,000 people really didn't have a good impression of Jing Ming.

They are not like the rebels who have worshipped Jingming to the point of being brain-dead, nor are they like the conservatives who are loyal to the country and do whatever it takes, this group of people live for themselves.

Before the fall of God, they went to and from work, listened to their bosses, and their work was like a bowl to them.

Since the destruction of the gods and the entry into the villa, they have counted the days every day, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, the sun has risen and set seven times, that is, seven days have passed.

Jing Ming knew in his heart that he couldn't control his two emotions, so he directly modified his physical strength to zero and fell asleep, and woke up after sleeping for 24 hours.

Later, he simply locked his physical strength at 30 points, and Jingming was always in a state of sleepiness, and he could sleep forever for 10,000 years.

Seven days have passed like this, and in these seven days, Jing Ming doesn't have to think about the stumps of those who died in his hands, and he doesn't have to think about what to do with the remaining group of little people.

Jingming is very satisfied with this state, he doesn't have to do anything, just close his eyes, and the next time he opens his eyes again, maybe a hundred years have passed in the world.

At that time, no one will remember themselves anymore, and this group of little people will probably not survive to live, and the natural laws of birth, old age, sickness and death will all be dead.

If the party is dead, there is no human evidence, no physical evidence, the blood on his body will be dry, and the blood debt owed can be regarded as if it never happened.

Sin will fade with time.

And...... People always have to die, so how can murder be considered a sin?

I'm innocent, am I?

Jingming curled up on the floor of the villa, like an ostrich burying his head in the sand, made up his mind that even if he bombarded himself with an atomic bomb, he would not wake up.

Let this 100 years pass quickly.

In addition to Jingming's ability to sleep, Xiang Pu is also very sleepable.

After Jingming slept for three days, Xiang Pu seemed to be tired of playing with the villain, and finally got bored and began to sleep.

People don't know how many days her sleep limit is, anyway, four days have passed, and none of the immortals or gods have any intention of waking up.

The three factions have people paying attention to the two giants every day, and they have to meet every day to discuss when the code name god will wake up.

Four days after Jing Ming fell asleep, the discussion began to turn into a temptation.

First of all, the death squad approached to check Jing Ming's breathing, pulse, heartbeat, and pupils, and a team of seven people almost stood on Jing Ming's head and danced, Jing Ming still didn't have any reaction, his breathing was long and abnormal, obviously he was asleep, and he was sleeping very dead.

At this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, no longer had to worry about worrying about their lives, at least Jingming was asleep, which was harmless to everyone.

After three days like this, Jingming has slept for seven days in a row, and he still has no intention of waking up.

A group of people began to worry about when Jingming would wake up again.

Because everyone has the hope that one day Jingming can restore everyone to their original size, hoping that he will give him a normal life.

People have too many things to put down.

But Jingming's posture of not being able to sleep and having no end will make many people's hopes disappointed.

So a group of people quarreled again.

"Dr. Zhao, why don't we find a way to wake up the code name god, we can't just be a toy like this for the rest of our lives, right?"

"It's useless to wake up, I don't think the code name god wants to let us go at all, we might as well run now. ”

"Run, just your little short legs, how to run, how to get out of the gate. Can you push the door? Do you have to go up the window? What should I do if I go out and get run over by a car? What should I do if I get bitten by a dog?"

When a group of people were arguing and arguing, Dr. Zhao's face was silent, and his heart was already secretly excited.

She has always hated Jingming.

During this time, she was always thinking about how to kill Jing Ming, and Jing Ming was sleeping for a long time, which seemed to her to be a good opportunity.

Yes, Jingming is invulnerable.

However, no one has tried to attack him from his body!

When Sun Wukong had no choice but to take the iron fan, the princess flew into her stomach and stirred her up with acute colic.

In the past, the gods couldn't break through Jing Ming's defenses, so they didn't think about attacking him from Jing Ming's body.

But now it's different, everyone has been made smaller, but with a body size of five centimeters, they can completely get into Jingming's stomach and make the wind and rain.

If he gets into Jing Ming's stomach and destroys his internal organs, maybe...... Maybe you can really kill him.

Thinking of this, Dr. Zhao's beautiful face was faintly flushed, which was excited, excited, and nervous.

When she entered the villa, she had been secretly pondering the feasibility of this plan.

Judging from the information that God has about Jingming, this plan is still very likely to be successful.

As for why he hates him so much, of course, it's because his own sister was played to death by Jingming.

The deceased Dr. Zhao was Dr. Zhao's own sister.

As a human being, she was dragged by Jingming in the mountains for a month without sleep or food, and she survived to death.

Dr. Zhao can see his sister's tragic situation every day, and he has been watching it for more than a month, and it is not as good as day by day.

When Dr. Zhao fell, there was no one left, his shape was erect, his face was withered, and the person who was originally like a flower and jade was boiled into a dry skeleton.

How do you make Dr. Zhao not hate.

Dr. Zhao never dreamed of seeing Jing Ming die without a place to be buried!

The mother didn't know that one of the two sisters had disappeared and the other was in prison, and she could only avenge this revenge.

Now here's your chance. Either way, she's going to give it a try.

So on the night of the seventh day, Dr. Zhao quietly contacted five humans who were also murderous to Jing Ming, and told him about his plan.

Her determination to risk her life is moving.

After some initiative, the five people were persuaded by her that Dr. Zhao still knew a rough idea of the human body structure of the human body, and explained to the five people overnight where to start and how to destroy it after entering Jingming's body.

After surviving the day of the eighth day, at three or four o'clock in the morning of the ninth day, a group of six people carefully avoided the others and quietly touched the place where Jing Ming was curled up.

The three Apple mobile phones I received before were distributed as lighting tools after entering Jing Ming's body.

The six of them didn't plan to go back alive, and after a brief goodbye to each other, they worked together to pry open Jingming's teeth and climb in one by one.

Crawling through the tongue full of tongue coating, through Jingming's mouth, at the location of the esophagus and trachea, the six of them parted ways.

Dr. Zhao turns on the Apple 7's flashlight and climbs down the trachea, intending to destroy Jingming's lungs.

The others went to the esophagus, planning to find Jing Ming's heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys separately.

This time, he was rushing to die with Jingming.

Remembering that his sister had never hated anyone until she died, Dr. Zhao's eyes were cruel.

Revenge is right away.