Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo chewed the instant noodles a few times, feeling a little unreal, "Is this really my mission goal?"

233 affirmed, "I didn't lie to you."

Fang Zhuo didn't believe it, he was tricked more than once, and a fool would easily believe it again.

The system guessed that he was addicted to grievances in the previous world, so he choked up.

Fang Zhuo rolled his eyes, afraid that the big brother would ask him to agree to some unreasonable conditions, and immediately said sincerely, "I'm teasing you, if you doubt anyone, you can't doubt you, either of us is with whom."

Those words were very earnest, 233 twitched a bit, felt that the host was already so sincere, and it was too meaningless and lacking in grace to continue to say it, so he quickly forgave Fang Zhuo.

It gets down to business, "However, this person is a bit special."

Fang Zhuo had a great time zooming in and out of the photos on the screen, and zooming in again. The man on the screen had profound facial features and a cold temperament. Apart from being handsome, there was nothing special about him.

If there is nothing wrong with the outside, then it is the inside. He lazily put the phone on, "Is he sick?"

233, "..." When the host speaks plainly, he can always hit the point.

"more or less."

"What's wrong?"

"Lihun." In order to match the atmosphere of these two words, 233 deliberately lowered his tone.

"What the hell?" Fang Zhuo was stunned, and plucked his ears, "Say it again."

The system directly put two words on the light screen, [Leaving Soul].

There is also a line of notes below: [The human spirit can be divided into two, three souls and seven souls, of which the three souls refer to the three souls of heaven and earth, and the seven souls are controlled by the soul of life.

Leaving the soul, that is, the separation of the soul and the body. 】

It looked so profound, Fang Zhuo frowned and pondered, suddenly his whole body froze, and a string in his mind suddenly snapped.

He looked at the empty living room, subconsciously sat up straight, his voice trembling, "This is a supernatural world!!!"

233 said in a relaxed tone, "That's right, surprises are not surprises, and stings are not exciting."

What a surprise!

Fang Zhuo put down his pick, "I won't do it, I'm afraid."

233 promised, "It's not scary, really, and you don't have yin and yang eyes, so you can't see those things."

Fang Zhuo's heart sank in the air, "Really?"

233, "I lied to you as a puppy."

Fang Zhuo sneered, "You are also a puppy now, single dog system."

233 felt that each of his codes was filled with sharp arrows. The host was really different from the beginning. He knew how to tease, play hooligans, and stab knives... that's amazing.

Seeing that it was silent, Fang Zhuo changed the subject, "Looking at it this way, Jiang Luyan is indeed sick, mentally ill, and it's a bit tricky."

What can be found on the Internet is only Jiang Luyan's schooling and work experience as an adult.

But no matter the former or the latter, it is like taking a light-speed elevator, swishing from the first floor to the top floor.

As for things before adulthood, I can't find out at all.

He is a fortune teller in Ghost Street, how can he hook up with the domineering president, it is impossible in his life.

233, "You are wrong, because you are a fortune teller, it is easier to approach."

"Fart." Fang Zhuo had a headache when he thought of his identity.

The original owner stayed in the Taoist temple for 18 years, and learned nothing except eating, drinking and playing.

However, the master adopts a free-range model for him. Except that he can't kill and set fire, he doesn't teach anything, doesn't care about anything, and only occasionally curses vaguely when he gets drunk and unconscious.

He was able to hang around in the ghost street because he cheated by peeking at the cheat sheet during fortune telling, and he didn't have any dry goods in his stomach.

"I can't cure the protagonist's illness." Fang Zhuo admits that he is cowardly, but when he thinks that he is his future husband, he feels that he should be braver.

233 said lightly, "You can figure it out yourself."

After finishing speaking, he ran away.

As soon as the voice in his head stopped, the originally empty living room seemed to have fallen into a boundless abyss, cramped and depressing.

Fang Zhuo shivered and stood up, because he moved too fast, and almost tripped over the coffee table and ate shit.

He staggered and stood still, turned his head and swept around, and quickly jumped onto the bed, covering himself tightly with the quilt.

Nothing strange happened that night.

On the other hand, the mobile phone that has been quiet for more than a day has one more missed call.

The name of the caller is Mouse, he is the little follower of the original owner, his real name is Zhao Zihao, and he is the young owner of a counterfeit specialty store in Ghost Street.

Fang Zhuo just woke up, still a little confused, he rubbed his eyes before moving over.

The phone was connected quickly.

Mouse lowered his voice very low, "Brother Chen, where are you? Boss Hei's people are looking for you everywhere. You must hide well and never come out."

Fang Zhuo cleared his throat, and pretended to be familiar, "Don't worry, brother, I'm fine, please tell me about the situation in detail first."

"Boss Hei's group of younger brothers came early in the morning, first went to the alley at the end of the street, and then asked everyone one by one, if they know your whereabouts."

Mouse got close to Chen Jiu and was interrogated the longest. Before they left, those people beat him up and told him to inform them immediately when he saw Chen Jiu.

"But boss, don't worry, I will never betray you."

Through the receiver, Fang Zhuo could hear the slapping sound of the other party's chest, which was very loud.

Fang Zhuo, "Brother, when the matter is over, I will buy you a drink."

Mouse was elated, "Okay. Boss, how did you offend Boss Hei?"

That's the leader of the ghost street. If you offend him, it will be difficult to hang around in the ghost street in the future.

Fang Zhuo was heartbroken, "It's a long story, it's better not to say it."

In all fairness, this old wine is also a talent.

The black boss who sent someone to beat him didn't know who he had introduced, saying that he was accurate in divination and fortune-telling, so he found the stall himself.

For matters such as collecting protection money or teaching people a lesson, the boss will not do it in person, so Chen Jiu doesn't know him, but he does know the big gold chain on the neck of the other party, which is as thick as a little finger.

Generally, people who come to fortune-telling must be in trouble or have something to ask for.

Whether it is trouble or prayer, it is nothing more than three things related to family, career, and relationship.

Hei Lao's facial features are fierce, mighty and majestic, with a little tattoo on his neck, he looks like a gangster.

A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. How can there be a brother who doesn't climb the pyramid?So Chen Jiu ventured to speculate that the other party should come to ask about career.

As a result, he guessed right.

The two chatted for half an hour, and Boss Hei was taken aback for a while, admiring him, and when he left, he had already become a master, and sincerely invited Chen Jiu to come and see Fengshui.

Chen Jiu knew that big business was coming.

He told Boss Hei that he needed to go back and prepare something, and just send a car to pick him up in the afternoon.

So that afternoon, Chen Jiu took 500 yuan worth of inferior props and got on the big run.

After arriving at Mr. Hei's house, Chen Jiu took a serious look around, took out his "demonic instruments", and completely changed the original layout of the house.

Before leaving, he opened his mouth and asked for [-] yuan.

As a result, the next day, Boss Hei had a car accident. Although he was rescued afterwards, his left calf was fractured and he had to stay in the hospital for at least two months.

This is not over. On the night of his hospitalization, he fell again in the toilet and suffered a concussion.

Hei Boss has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, but he has never memorized it like this.

After he felt something was wrong, he immediately sent someone to find another gentleman. When the gentleman saw him, he said that the bad luck was too heavy, and he had stained something unclean.

This still works!Boss Hei asked his husband to help him remove the bad luck, and sent someone to take him home to have a look.

As soon as the gentleman entered the door, he pointed to a string of five emperors' money and said it was a ghost weapon to attract evil spirits.

Fang Zhuo pulled his thoughts out of the memory and shook his head.

"What do you think about this old wine? Even if you don't believe in evil, you can't be greedy for cheap, buy funeral objects for the dead and put them in people's homes." It's unlucky and wicked.

233 said, "In most people's cognition, ghosts and gods do not exist, and if you don't believe in them, you don't have so many scruples."

It paused after finishing speaking, and then repeated the old saying, "What are you planning to do, and when will you start carrying out the mission?"

Fang Zhuo spread his hands, "I didn't plan, I don't know."

Things in this world are beyond his cognition, so he has to slow down first.

What's more, he can't protect himself now.

If a dead person was found on Ghost Street, the police would have been dispatched long ago. The Black Boss probably went to Ghost Street to see what happened because they saw that the police were quiet.

It turned out that the body was gone.

He is also very remorseful, but Chen Jiu has to make him take the blame for the fucking things he did.

No, hiding like this is not an option. Once the stock at home is exhausted, he will go out sooner or later, and he will be caught, and what if the other party breaks in directly.

But he is still a charlatan, calling the police is tantamount to throwing himself into a trap.

Hold.

Fang Zhuo pulled his hair a few times irritably, and was forced into a dilemma for the first time.

He clicked on the phone and turned up Jiang Luyan's search results again. If calling the police doesn't work, let's hug his thigh.

"What should I do?" Fang Zhuo asked, "Still as before, first have physical contact to establish a relationship and determine the cheating?"

233 saw that he was finally going to get down to business, excitedly said, "No, this time is a little different."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Recalling those years when he was a key master, the system once said similar things.

He was wary, "What's the difference?"

233 said, "When you have physical contact with the protagonist, the tingling sensation is because your souls resonate through skin contact."

"Now the protagonist's soul and body fusion is too low, and the soul is still separated every night. No matter how many times you touch it, there is no way to establish a connection."

I knew it!

How dare he cheat on your father!

Fang Zhuo gritted his teeth, "What should I do."

233, "First help the protagonist to fix his soul, so that his soul and body can be completely integrated."

Fang Zhuo, "..." It sounds a bit strange.

"Every night, the protagonist's earth soul will leave the body and wander around." 233 said, "This is a very dangerous thing. First, it is easy to be hooked away by ghosts. It could be wiped out."

"If this soul is really missing, you will never be able to determine the target and cheat, and the mission in this world will be judged to be a failure."

Fang Zhuo shivered, "You mean, I want to summon the soul in the street in the middle of the night, and then bring him home to protect him?"

233, "It can be understood in this way, just call the name directly, the steps are very simple."

It's very easy to go to yours!

On a dark and windy night, who dares to go to the street to summon souls aimlessly, what if someone with the same name and surname is called!

Fang Zhuo touched the goosebump on his arm, rolled his eyes, "I can go to the gate of his company and wait for the rabbit."

In addition to socializing, Jiang Luyan usually has two points and one line between home and company.

The company's location can be found on the Internet. It would be even better if you can follow up and find the other party's home address.

Suddenly remembered something, Fang Zhuo asked, "Is there a fixed number of years for him to leave his soul every day?"

233,"After dark."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

So starting today, he wants to be a pervert who squats at the door of other people's houses or companies when it gets dark?

"You haven't told me how to fix my soul?" Fang Zhuo rubbed his temples sadly, feeling a little hopeless.

233 said, "You will know when the time comes."

Fang Zhuo had no words at all, his heart was throbbing, and he promised to be a good brother who would take care of him with all his heart, but he ended up with such a stupid task.

Hypocrisy, bah.

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed his clothes, took his keys and mobile phone and prepared to go out.

When the hand touched the doorknob, there was a sudden voice outside the door.

The sound was far away, it should be near the elevator, Fang Zhuo was careful not to open the door, and looked out through the cat's eyes.

In just a few seconds, a few burly men in black T-shirts and flowery arms came to his door and kept ringing the bell.

Fang Zhuo quietly squatted down and covered his ears.

After the people outside rang the bell a dozen times, they began to knock on the door.

bang bang-

bang bang bang-

Each time became more intense and rapid, and Fang Zhuo clearly felt that the strong security door behind him seemed to have turned into a thin piece of paper, vibrating non-stop.

The smashing of the door lasted for more than ten minutes. Finally, the property security guard who received the complaint went upstairs with an electric baton to ask for a warning, and several people went downstairs.

When the danger was over, Fang Zhuo sat down on the ground, his back drenched in cold sweat.

After taking a few breaths, he stood up against the wall and walked to the window. He hid behind the curtain and looked downstairs. A few strong men just walked out of the unit building and got into the van.

The van didn't start, but stayed in place.

This stop lasted for three whole days, and several people wondered whether the reason why the police did not move was because Chen Jiu was indeed dead, but the body was dragged away by others.

After all, there have been several body theft cases in the suburbs recently.

The more they think about it, the more they feel that this possibility is extremely great.

Just to put it bluntly, how could a person whose heart had stopped be revived by cheating.

For the past three days, Fang Zhuo's life has been difficult, and he can only eat instant noodles to nothing, mainly because he is worried that Jiang Luyan's soul will go too far outside and an accident will happen.

So when he found out that the group of people had disappeared, he didn't delay for a moment, took a taxi with a lot of blood, and finally arrived at the development zone before off-duty time.

Big boss, no one will see you without an appointment.

Fang Zhuo didn't take the shame of himself and came to the door, but squatted on the side of the road, staring at the company's gate and the exit of the parking lot for a moment.

Every time a car passed by, he asked the system to check to see if the person inside was Jiang Luyan.

The sun fell into the horizon little by little from the sky, and in the grass behind the buttocks, the singing of crickets also sounded to welcome the coming of night.

Fang Zhuo slapped a mosquito to death, feeling depressed.

He and 233 were staring at each other. There could be no omissions. Could it be that they didn't come to work?

Fang Zhuo stood up on his knees, moved his paralyzed legs a few times, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the office building.

The lights on the sixteenth floor were still on.

He slapped his forehead fiercely, the domineering president has a habitual design, they are all workaholics.

It is true that Jiang Luyan did not come to the company, but it is also possible that he is still working overtime at all.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he stooped, avoided the eyes of the security room, slipped into the parking lot, and rushed to the elevator entrance as fast as he could.

After entering the elevator, he directly pressed the sixteenth floor.

Seeing that it was about to arrive, the elevator suddenly vibrated, the lights flickered, and the atmosphere was weird.

Fang Zhuo tried his best to open his eyes wide and acted very calmly. As soon as the elevator door opened, he rushed out quickly.

The layout of the sixteenth floor is very simple, it is a wide corridor without any cubicles and staff.

There is only a desk outside the door at the end of the corridor.

Fang Zhuo walked over and saw the secretary's nameplate on the table, and the neatly arranged folders were printed with two capital letters MY.

Hehe, you're right, it's really Jiang Luyan's territory.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the "President's Office" above the door frame for a while, then raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly.

The corridor behind was empty and quiet, Fang Zhuo subconsciously turned his head to look behind him, the back of his head suddenly felt cold——

He turned his head sharply, the office door was still closed.

But just at that moment, he clearly felt that the back of his head seemed to be touched by a cold hand.

"Third brother." Fang Zhuo called urgently, "Teacher Zhao's version of core values ​​is here, please."

When the thick and emotional voice sounded in my mind, my nervousness, fear, and apprehension were all frightened away.

Fang Zhuo raised his hand again and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A low, hoarse male voice came from the office.

Fang Zhuo froze for a moment, then hurriedly faced the floor-to-ceiling windows to adjust his appearance, and cleared his throat by the way.

"President Jiang, I'm coming in."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, turned the doorknob solemnly, pushed the door open and walked in.