As soon as the police arrived, Zou Qiao's agent immediately cried.

"This man's child committed suicide by jumping off the building, he was delirious and felt that Zou Qiao killed his child, so he had to find Zou Qiao to take revenge, save people quickly."

"And that Jiang Ningning, she can save people but doesn't save them, and eats human blood steamed buns."

The agent cried, and Zou Qiao also cried.

"I didn't hurt anyone."

"I was wronged."

"At that time, someone exposed me on the Internet, I was depressed for a long time and almost committed suicide by taking sleeping pills."

Zou Qiao's cry angered the man, he was ruthless, and pulled Zou Qiao's hair, Zou Qiao's voice suddenly broke off, and he screamed.

The man didn't care about it, and slashed at Zou Qiao's neck with a knife.

The policeman immediately drew his gun, "Lay down your weapon or shoot!" ”

Even if it is filled with rubber bullets, it is enough to shoot a man in the wrist to make it hurt.

The moment the knife hit the ground, the police immediately rushed to subdue the man, and Zou Qiao's agent crawled over and helped Zou Qiao up.

The man struggled frantically, and in the confusion bumped into Jiang Ningning.

"Weak willow supporting the wind" Jiang Ningning's body slammed into the wall next to him as soon as he deviated.

Bang –

A good wall, let her hit it, the wall skin will fall off, let her knock out a hole?

This huge movement made the chaotic scene silent.

[I almost thought I couldn't wait today!] 】

[She's coming, she's coming, she's finally here with hitting the wall! 】

[Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! ] 】

"Didn't you say you didn't spend money in my store? What is it? Jiang Ningning pointed to the little thing that appeared in the hole on the wall, and turned his head to ask Zou Qiao.

Zou Qiao is a spirit.

Recognize what that thing is.

It's an urn.

At that time, Yu Xiaoxiao committed suicide by jumping off the building, she had nightmares every night, dreaming that Yu Xiaoxiao came to her for revenge.

She was so frightened that she went to Master Ma.

Master Ma told her to ask her to hold a funeral for Yu Xiaoxiao, and then put the rune paper into the urn, and then put the urn in the place where Yu Xiaoxiao lived before her death, so that Yu Xiaoxiao would not be able to find her after she died.

Jiang's funeral shop was close to Yu Xiaoxiao's house, so she went to Jiang's funeral shop to buy 18888 services.

The funeral is easy to do, but how can she put the urn in the place where Yu Xiaoxiao lived before her death?

Master Ma instructed her again and asked her to send Yu Xiaoxiao's mother photos of Yu Xiaoxiao before her death every day, so that it wouldn't be long before Yu Xiaoxiao's mother would collapse.

She does what she says.

Sure enough, Master Ma is like a god.

Not long after, Yu Xiaoxiao's mother committed suicide, and her father sold the house.

She bought the house, cleaned up all the contents and quietly buried the urn in the wall under the pretext of renovation.

On the sly.

But in the urn, except for a piece of rune paper, there were no ashes at all, and she had checked the urn, and there was no LOGO on it, which could not prove that it was from Jiang Ningning's store, let alone that she bought it.

After the initial panic, Zou Qiao leaned on the agent's arms and said weakly and weakly: "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

After speaking, he said to the agent, "I'm going to the hospital." ”

Bang!

Just when the agent was about to ask the police to take Zou Qiao to the hospital, Jiang Ningning pulled the urn out of the wall at once.

"Don't know? This urn is unique to my Jiang's funeral shop, and other stores can't make it, and you can't deny it if you want to. ”

Jiang Ningning pointed to the pattern in the upper right corner of the urn for everyone to see, "Xiaosu, Jiang, have you ever read a book?" ”

After speaking, Jiang Ningning opened the urn.

The rune paper inside was immediately revealed.

Jiang Ningning took out the rune paper and looked at it, and his face instantly became gloomy, "Soul Locking Talisman? ”

The men have been controlled by the police, but when he heard the three words of the soul lock talisman, as a father's love for his children, he had the strength to break free from the control of the police and rushed towards Zou Qiao.

"You brute!"

"I'll kill you!"

Zou Qiao panicked and hurriedly dragged her agent forward.

Broker:......?

Fortunately, the man ran out less than three steps, and was dragged to the ground by the police, his eyes were shining fiercely, his face was on the ground, and he was glaring at Zou Qiao.

"You don't want to die!"

"You give me back my daughter! Give back my daughter! ”

"Laugh!"

He roared so loudly that his liver and intestines were broken, making the eyes of the people at the scene red and their noses sour, and they couldn't say a word.

Jiang Ningning took the soul lock talisman, turned to the police and said, "I want to report someone for promoting feudal superstition!" ”

[What's that?] What do you report? You repeat? 】

Jiang Ningning made a loud noise.

"If this rune paper is really useful, it is the persecution of the undead, and its heart can be punished."

"If this rune paper is useless, then the person who sells the rune paper is a fraud!"

"As a member of the industry, I can't watch someone destroy the good moral standards and reputation of our yin industry, I want to report this person who draws the rune paper!"

Sailors: ......

The police:......

Others: ......

After Jiang Ningning finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Zou Qiao, "Who gave you this rune paper?" ”

When the man rushed over just now, Zou Qiao was almost scared to death.

Now it's easy to breathe a sigh of relief, and she cried aggrieved.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I haven't seen this urn, I don't know the rune paper inside, I don't know anything, you tell my lawyer about something, I'm going to the hospital."

After speaking, Zou Qiao was about to leave.

"I'm sorry, you can't leave yet."

A policeman stopped her.

"We have already checked before the police, the owner of this house is Ms. Zou Qiao, this kind of thing happened in your house, as a party, you need to cooperate with our investigation."

As soon as the policeman's words came out, the eyes of the director and a group of artists and reporters when they looked at Zou Qiao changed instantly.

Doesn't it mean that "Spring Flowers Bloom" was created out of thin air?

Haven't you ever been to Xuancheng?

The man who was pressed to the ground was stunned for a moment.

Is the house Zou Qiao's?

Will the photos that his lover received at that time ......

The huge anger burned the man's internal organs, he was pressed to death, he couldn't struggle, but he also desperately wanted to rush towards Zou Qiao.

"It's you who send us pictures of Jojo every day, it's you who stimulated my lover to commit suicide, you murderer! Murderer! ”

His almost hysterical crazy roar made Zou Qiao's heart tremble, "Don't slander me, and then talk nonsense, I'll sue you for slander!" ”

Zou Qiao remembers clearly, this house was renovated back then, and everything was cleaned up, not to mention, the high school students have been dead for so long, how can there be evidence.

Even if it's evidence, is PUA a crime!

You can't bear to blame anyone!

"I am a victim, I am a victim from beginning to end! If you have a mental problem, go to a mental hospital, and you listen to a psychopathic nonsense! You can't say what he says, what do you believe, rule of law society, you have to talk about evidence! ”

"How do you have the face to say it!" The man hated her so much that he wanted to tear her apart.

In the midst of the roar, one struggled, and hit Jiang Ningning next to him.

Jiang Ningning......

I was so weak that I couldn't help but bump into it, and I staggered a few steps backwards.

Click~

A piece of pure solid wood imported floor under his feet made Jiang Ningning step out of a pit.

The man turned his head with red eyes and looked at the position, "There used to be a small sofa here, and Xiaoxiao liked to sit on it and write a diary. ”