The woman had retreated to nowhere, her back against the wall. "Chairman" meant tears rolling down, and the woman shook her head weakly, no, she didn't want that.

The middle-aged man leaned over and kissed her neck indiscriminately, she looked tragic and resisted desperately, "No, don't, don't do it." ”。

"Good.".

"Let go of me. If you don't let go, I'll call the police. The woman trembled.

"Call the police. Well, you report. See if calling the police helps. The middle-aged man grinned viciously. The smile is scarier than the devil. The woman struggled, but with her strength, she couldn't struggle at all, and her uniform was ripped off.

"No, don't ......".

The woman secretly took out her mobile phone and pressed 110 to call the police tremblingly.

The middle-aged man found out that she was calling the police, grabbed the phone and threw it on the ground, "You slut." He really dared to call the police. ”。

"Let go of me, Director, I'm not going to say it...... Please let me go......"

", son." The middle-aged man was annoyed and angry, and grabbed the woman's neck with both hands, and the force became stronger and stronger.

"Uh......" The woman swallowed in pain, her face flushed and she couldn't breathe. She pulled the middle-aged man's clothes weakly with both hands, but to no avail. The hand around her neck was getting tighter and tighter, she was inhaling less and less air, and she could even hear bones creaking.

Finally, the woman's pupils lost focus, and she lay quietly on the ground.

Only then did the middle-aged man realize that he had caused trouble, and strangled the woman to death in a fit of anger.

……。

Accompanied by the woman's miserable cry, the memories of the scenes replayed in his mind, and even Jumo's heart twitched and he felt anger. How can there be such a beast in the world.

"I really hate it" The female ghost was full of resentment, and it was this persistence that haunted her. "I'm going to kill him and let him go to hell with him.".

The man was unmoved, his face was indifferent, and his slender fingers touched the center of his eyebrows directly.

"Humans and ghosts have different paths." He said lightly, without any ripples in his tone.

The black air kept pumping out, and the female ghost struggled in pain, "Ahhh......h

Tears floated in mid-air, emitting a hazy glow.

Ghosts have no tears, and only resentment that reaches the sky will leave behind the things of the world.

Jumo looked at the man, and in terms of his indifferent demeanor, he was more of a ghost than a ghost.

The man took out his mobile phone and called someone else, "That's it." ”。

After a while, there was the sound of impatient running in the hallway, and a middle-aged man ran over and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Master, have you really dealt with it?".

The middle-aged man shrunk his neck in fear and poked his head out, but he didn't dare to enter the storeroom. "This storage room is haunted all year round, the light bulbs that have been replaced have run out of power within two days, and the miserable screams can often be heard......"

When Ju Mo saw this middle-aged man, he couldn't help frowning. The person in front of him was the supervisor who killed the female ghost in her memory. After killing someone, he was still very happy, very happy.

The middle-aged man whispered, "Master, the 200,000 commission has been remitted to your account." ”。

Ju Mo's expression froze, and he looked at this person. He was hired to exorcise ghosts, so he didn't follow her...

"I don't know who this is" The middle-aged man glanced at Ju Mo, he obviously only invited one master, how could there be a woman.

Jumo frowned, and secretly clenched his fists again. He knew he was facing a murderer, but there was nothing he could do. Even if he called the police, he would be released quickly without evidence.

"We're in this together." She said calmly, nothing unusual on her face.

"I see...... the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and smiled flatteringly, "I don't know if the two masters are free tonight, I want to invite you to a meal to express my gratitude." ”。

"No, I don't." Jumo reluctantly hooked the corners of his mouth, and his cold voice refused. She didn't want to eat at the same table as the murderer.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the ghost tears pause slightly, and secretly reached out to hold the tears.

The tears were cold, and I felt a piercing chill.

"Is the master free?".

The middle-aged people chatted very energetically, and it would be much more convenient to know one more exorcist master in the future, and there would be no need to worry about those bad things. When he dreamed, he could always dream that a woman who couldn't see her face clearly grabbed him by the neck and made him breathless.

This incident bothered him for several months, he couldn't sleep at night, and he lost ten pounds because of torture.

"Master..."

When the middle-aged man was talking to the man flatteringly, Ju Mo squinted his eyes slightly, and the tears rolling down from his palms gently bounced into the man's eyes.

The ghost tears emitted a hazy light and flew straight into the man's eyes, as if conscious.

"Ouch. Hiss" The middle-aged man took a deep breath and subconsciously covered his left eye, as if something had just flown in and melted coldly into his eyes.

The man sensed something and glanced at her faintly.

"What" The middle-aged man rubbed his eyes, and after a moment of coldness, he returned to his original state, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Since it was okay, he didn't care, and continued to talk to the man, "Master, thank you so much this time, the company ordered to deal with the warehousing as soon as possible, and I'm still worried about what to do... ”

Masculinity is cold and unapproachable.

The middle-aged man wanted to curry favor with him, but he didn't get a response after saying a few words, so he could only leave indignantly.

After the middle-aged man left, Jumo coughed twice, walked over, and said embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry just now, I thought you were following me... I didn't expect you to kill ghosts... By the way, you can kill ghosts. ”。

Jumo thought that this man would ignore her. After all, as soon as they met, he hit her with a mop, which was unreasonable. Moreover, this person's temperament is also cold, and he has no mercy for ghosts, and his attitude towards people does not seem to fluctuate much.

A business card suddenly reached out in front of her.

The mysterious owner of the office Arnold.

Ju Mo was in a daze with his business card and looked at him with his face raised.

The man said calmly, "This is my business card." ”。

"Hello," Jumo nodded, "I'm Jumo." ””。

The person left a business card and left. Jumo was stunned, holding the business card in both hands, not knowing what it meant.

"Let me go to the door and apologize. Or... Find him if you need to get rid of the ghost. ”。

*。

In another place, the middle-aged man returns to his office and sits comfortably in an office chair.

"In the end, the warehousing warehouse matter has been resolved. He pulled his tie and breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm going to bother the fuck if I'm dead, I really think I can't cure you......"