cat disease

There is no meaning of looking for trouble at all.

Yan Zijin secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The car started, except for the roar of the motor, the car was quiet for a while. After the thunder roared for half an hour, it was already quiet when they set off, and only the whistle was left outside the car.

After passing through two traffic lights, Yan Zijin's expression on Chong Jiu's face softened a lot, although it was still cold.

He knew what would happen to Chongjiu when he went back after being filled with resentment. This was not the first time, so he quickly asked while he was still around: "What's the situation over there today? I only sensed that there was something wrong with the newcomer here. Considering the situation is so big, I would have known to bring more people."

Yu Xin, who was driving in the front, heard this pouting, and there was no one to take it for him. The two of them were unlucky enough to be caught by the leader to work overtime in the whole villa.

Leaders are not human, and subordinates can't beat them, so they can only swallow their anger.

A leader who was not a human being continued: "So what happened to that building."

"It's nothing." Chong Jiu opened his eyes, his voice a little hoarse, "I've read too many books on heroism, and I consider myself a hero."

"What hero?"

Chong Jiu patted the front seat: "What did the kid do in that neighborhood today?"

"No, no." Tai Xu lowered his head in a daze, "I just went downstairs to throw things, and I haven't reached the trash can yet."

"Oh, that should be that thing in the elevator."

"What?" Yan Zijin asked.

"I saw a piece of crayfish shell in the elevator." Fang Wei leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. "This incident tells us that it is uncivilized to litter everywhere. It is still scary to be caught by ghosts." female ghost."

Speaking of this, he raised his head and lay down on the chair, looking at Chong Jiu in the back row: "What did Master Jiu do to be targeted by a female ghost?"

Chong Jiu: "..."

He didn't thank the person who opened the door when he entered.

Chapter 22

◎Back◎

Yan Zijin didn't tell Yu Xin, he just drove the car to the vicinity of the bookstore. After all, he had been with Yan Zijin for a while, and there were some things that the leader didn't need to order one by one.

After arriving at the place, Yan Zijin got out of the car with Chong Jiu, walked a few steps and stood by the side of the road.

Yan Zijin sniffed, even though Chong Jiu deliberately suppressed it, the choking smell still made Yan Zijin's nose uncomfortable.

He asked: "Why do you have so much resentment on your body? What kind of resentment dares to provoke you?"

Chong Jiu took out the cigarette case from his pocket, the cigarettes were already useless because of the blisters.

He took out one, looked at the wet cigarette twisted at a strange angle, frowned and stuffed it back, and threw it into the trash can together with the cigarette case, and said in a rather unhappy mood: "Ask you staff."

Yan Zijin suddenly understood: "That snake?"

Chong Jiu glanced at him coolly: "Do you consider an employee who died young?"

"Don't think about it!" The words of refusal blurted out, and Yan Zijin was startled.

How about an untimely death? Are the two ancestors fighting every day in the bookstore?

"Seriously, what happened to that house today? I haven't heard of anything happening in that neighborhood before. I just came here a few times when I was investigating Qiu Hong, but I also did a general investigation and found nothing unusual. "Yan Zijin is serious.

Chongjiu was carrying a lot of things on his body, felt uncomfortable all over, and the smoke was gone, coupled with the anxiety caused by Fangwei, his whole mood was not going well.

When he was not going well, the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees, and the cold air that had been well hidden by him radiated out, and a little bit of ice could be vaguely seen in the puddles under his feet.

"I picked up a book...it's too thin, it's no different from a notebook, it's not Qiu Hong's." Chongjiu said, "I just want to ask you, the woman in that family is a little strange, since we entered the room and saw her, I keep talking about the main god, have you ever heard of the main god?"

"The Lord God?" Yan Zijin was puzzled, "What Lord God? Christianity or Catholicism?"

"It doesn't feel like a normal church. If you don't have records, take the time to check, and it may have something to do with Qiu Hong. The woman keeps saying that bad people take the place of good people, so good people die early. It should be her who wants to take the so-called position. Take it back, and only certain people can come back to life, you can start from this aspect, about resurrection and the like."

"Also, the 'book' is basically unknown to human beings, and it has never been mentioned in the legends about the reincarnation of life and death for so many years. I don't think an ordinary woman can know so much and can control the soul."

"Soul control?" Yan Zijin looked at Chong Jiu's resentment, and suddenly said, "Whose soul is bound by a woman to be so resentful? The snake that Fang hadn't dissected turned out to have swallowed a soul, er ..."

Chongjiu glanced at Yan Zijin and said nothing, but there were more ice balls under his feet.

Yan Zijin is an extremely self-conscious person, he didn't even have to make up for it when he knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he changed the subject directly: "In other words, it is very likely that a certain gangster came to our place and is making a big deal about punishing evil and promoting evil. Evil, bah, the virtue of punishing evil and promoting good, wants to kill all the bad guys, and save all the dead good guys by the way?"

"more or less."

"So awesome?" Yan Zijin subconsciously said off, he said today that the gatekeeper might have run away from home, and he always said off, "I mean, this... so..." After doing this for a long time, he couldn't find a suitable one. word.

"Awesome, indeed." Chongjiu didn't think there was a problem with Yan Zijin's description. This kind of thing, let alone a human being, can't be done by the Creator, otherwise there would be no need for good and evil reincarnation karma. "I just don't know what the main god is. People can even meddle in the affairs of the underworld."

Among them, Nether does not refer to the underworld.

The place where people live when they are alive is called Yangjian. After death, they turn into ghosts and still walk around the same streets, but they will report in bookstores after a while, and then step into reincarnation. The order of their existence during this time is called Netherworld.

Therefore, in the legends that have been passed down over time, except for the names of some myths that are correct, most of the rest are fabricated.

Yan Zijin stroked his chin, and began to review in his mind whether he had been in contact with churches about this aspect in the past.

The rain has stopped for a while, and the rain after a thunderstorm always comes and goes in a hurry. It has been back and forth several times a day, and now even the young people who are used to nightlife are gone. They must be tortured by the weather.

Occasionally, a vehicle passed by, and the wheels rolled on the wet road and made a sticky sound.

After about 10 minutes, Yan Zijin raised his head and said, "I don't have any thoughts for now, I'll ask someone to pay attention later, what is the identity of the book you got and the trapped spirit?"

Chong Jiu: "It's a man, he probably didn't look so good when he died, and I don't know how long he was trapped."

Yan Zijin looked again at Chongjiu's faintly visible black air, this kind of thing is usually invisible to ordinary people, they will only feel uncomfortable when they get close, and subconsciously stay away.

If a living person stays by his side for a long time, it is easy to get a little bit of resentment, and either lie in bed for ten and a half months, or the next long period of time will not go well.

Yan Zijin is not afraid of this, he is a different kind.

Guessing that it would take some time for the grievances to dissipate into a personal form, he simply didn't rush to start from this side, after all, the church side is also an entry point: "Then let me know if you have any news from your side."

Speaking of this, he recalled what he said in the car earlier: "That woman... really classifies you as bad people because of a small shrimp and a thank you?"

"Otherwise, I can't think of anything else." Chongjiu also thought this incident was ridiculous, "When I entered the community, a woman helped to open the door. The light was too dark and I didn't pay attention to the appearance of that person. Maybe it was that woman."

Chongjiu is not sensitive to people, if it is a ghost, he can still pay attention to it, it is not bad for a living person to see twice.

At that time, the woman was hunched over, and he didn't pay attention to the person's appearance. Instead, he sensed a familiar smell on that person, but the smell dissipated too quickly, and he didn't have time to pursue it.

"Maybe I'm impatient." Chongjiu turned the thin book up and down in his hand, "I'm a little curious about what the Lord God did to make her so unswervingly believe that she will get what she wants .”

"Aren't you curious about who can make a woman do this, even disregarding her own life?" Yan Zijin asked a little deliberately.

Chongjiu kept moving his hands, glanced at Yan Zijin, and then sneered: "What is there to be curious about? In the matter of life and death, people are all the same. It's nothing more than unfulfilled wishes, hard love, and can't accept the people around you." Leave, just greed."

After finishing speaking, he dusted off the heavy hem of his clothes: "I'll go back first, I'll talk about it later when I have something to do."

"Why are you leaving before I finish my sentence?" Yan Zijin saw that Chong Jiu was about to leave and hurried to pull him back, but he couldn't lift his foot, and the sole of his shoe was frozen on the ground, "Damn it! When did you do that?" ! No, what is your plan! Do you want to murder!"

Chong Jiu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and stepped on the puddle, the splashed water just happened to hit Yan Zijin's feet, and the ice melted.

"Heavy Nine."

Chongjiu stopped and didn't turn his head.

"You really don't want to know..."

"Do not want to."

Fang Wei waited for a long time in the car with his eyes closed and did not wait for Yan Zijin to come back. After resting for a while, his fatigue finally dissipated. return?"

"Not yet." Tai Xu held on to the car door without moving, and waited obediently for the leader to come back. After hearing Fang Wei's voice, he just turned his head briefly, and then still stared obediently outside.

Fang Wei saw that the rain had stopped outside, and his legs were a little sore after sitting in the car for so long, so he patted Tai Xu on the shoulder to signal him to let him out of the car.

He had just stepped down and hadn't taken two steps when he saw Chong Jiu and Yan Zijin standing not far away, one in front of the other.

Yan Zijin said to Chong Jiu's back: "Master Jiu, don't you really want to see this world?"

The end of this sentence disappeared in the immoral horns of several cars in the distance, Chong Jiu didn't say anything, and walked towards the dark corner of the street.

Seeing Chong Jiu's figure getting farther and farther away, Fang Wei came to Yan Zijin's side: "What ideas did you instill in him?"

"What can I instill?" Yan Zijin said, "Let your cat be more humane, and it has already decided to be a human, what to do with that poor place every day."

"Broken place?"

"It's not broken, it's not broken." Yan Zijin changed his face quickly, and immediately changed his position after hearing the questioning voice, "It's not broken at all, it's a blessed place, it's right to guard it carefully."

"It's a broken place." Fang Wei didn't tease anything like before this time, and even put away his usual laughing expression, and his eyes were dark when he looked at the dark place.

"Speaking of which, I still want to ask you." Yan Zijin looked at Fang Wei, "Jiuye said that the resentment on his body is because you cut his snake, what did you see?"

"It's nothing, I just think..." Fang Wei laughed softly, "It's more interesting."

"What thing?" Yan Zijin suddenly had a feeling that the wind was too strong, and I couldn't hear clearly.

"What the snake swallows is not resentment, but the soul. That snake is not a real snake, it's an imaginary image created by him."

"What virtual image?" Yan Zijin was not there after all, so he didn't know what was going on.

"Do you think that Xiaojiu can make things out of thin air? Don't be funny, even the ancient Nuwa needs to use clay to create people, how can he make things out of thin air. So whenever he makes things, he must use some other things. Of course, it is best to go out. The one that is convenient is of course yourself.”

"What's the matter, can you still use yourself as a tool to remove your own arms and legs?"

Fang Wei smiled, and put his arms around Yan Zijin's shoulders: "Speaking of which, I accidentally pricked that woman's hand today. Did you notice when you went to pick up the arm? Did you heal your hand by the way? And that house is also pretty good." It's strange, even though it's on the fifteenth floor, the door opens and you go directly to the first floor. Is it because the woman is crazy or the person who blocked the space is stupid."

Yan Zijin took a deep breath, and resisted the swear words: "I opened the door. When you were trapped by something, I opened the passage for you through the corridor door."

"Well, then how do you know that the child had an accident and sent me a call? Telepathy? Oh... no wonder you recruited a child who can't do anything. It turns out that it is because of the heart, the old cow eats the tender grass .”

"Eat your sister!" Yan Zijin finally couldn't help it, and shook off the hands on his shoulders, "I have put trackers on you all, and if you lose the signal, of course you know something is wrong, there are so many moths, get in the car quickly! "

The two just arrived at the car, Yan Zijin squeezed Fang Wei's neck without saying a word and stuffed him into the car. After entering, he closed the car door, "Don't go home, it's troublesome, it's so late, Let's go to the villa."

Yu Xin and Lu Jiang have long been used to such an arrangement, Fang Wei is even more indifferent, only Tai Xu hesitated a little after hearing this, and finally swallowed the words back.

Yu Xin stepped on the accelerator, the roar of the car echoed in the empty commercial street, Yan Zijin patted Yu Xin on the head: "Don't bang the accelerator in the middle of the night, drive your car properly!"

Chapter 23

◎The script of fate◎

Chong Jiu returned to the bookstore alone with resentment, went to the bathroom to take the second shower of the day, and then lay on the big bed in the bedroom, staring at the empty ceiling, breathing so lightly that it was barely audible.

He is very uncomfortable now, and an indescribable burning sensation wraps him in it.

The body was burning with fire, but the outside was surrounded by cold air, and his skin was prickly like needles. He knew that retribution was coming.

Chongjiu became the gatekeeper of Huangquan. Since the watchman is Yin and Yang, he can only be a bystander and cannot interfere with the affairs of living people. If he interferes, the karma will soon be retribution on himself.

He can't be considered alive, nor can he be considered dead, let alone reincarnation, so he can only rely on this slightly crude body to endure the punishment given by the heavens.

Chongjiu lay casually on the bed with long hands and long legs. The pain gradually spread. Even though he had always had a strong endurance, he couldn't bear it. There seemed to be thousands of insects in his body crawling along the blood vessels all over his body, biting the flesh and blood. , To dismantle him into a pile of minced meat.

He couldn't dismantle it, he knew, although he really hoped that so many bugs would eat him alive, and he wouldn't have to bear it all over again, but since he assumed this responsibility, he no longer had the right to die.

The scene in front of him gradually blurred, he curled himself up and lay on his side, looking at the empty room, he suddenly remembered that when he first came to the bookstore, the room was not as empty as it is now, when there were quaint There is a bunch of hydrangea in the vase in the corner of the table and cabinet, which was picked from the door.

Chongjiu watched the first bookstore owner cut the flower with his own eyes. At that time, there was no title of boss. Chongjiu was sitting at the door, watching the man holding a pair of black scissors and making gestures to the flower. After a long time, I finally picked a plant that was not blooming very well against the wall and cut it down.

At that time, Chongjiu was sulking, and was caught back twice when he escaped, so he deliberately pretended that he was an ordinary cat, shaking his fur in the store every day, and during that time, he could be seen in every corner of the store. And shiny cat fur, including someone's white robe.

Chongjiu looked at the words that had been cut off, and complained in his heart what kind of eyes this person had, and picked out such a half-dead person after a long time of picking.

But he is an ordinary cat, unable to speak, so he can only hold these complaints in his stomach.

In the end, the man didn't know if he had mind-reading skills or something. After cutting it, he waved it in front of Chong Jiu and said, "You don't understand, this bunch is the best."

Then he took the flower to his nose and sniffed it, and added: "It's blooming just right."

At that time, Chongjiu was not called Chongjiu, and the people kept calling him Mao to save trouble. Until the Double Ninth Festival, the predecessor held a bamboo slip in his hand, looked at the chrysanthemum painted on the bamboo slip, and pointed at Chongjiu. Jiudao: "Cat, your name is Chongjiu, chóng, zhòng, see how much I expect of you, if you get fatter, the wicker chair at the door won't be able to stoop you down."

A certain cat subconsciously looked down at its stomach. Although it was not as tight as a human's abdominal muscles, it didn't have as much fat as other cats. It was a smooth and muscular cat.

He was looking satisfied when he heard a chuckle from above his head.

Chongjiu's neck stiffened, and he immediately knew that he had been tricked, so he slapped the man directly, smashing the bamboo slips with chrysanthemums on it.

It was not long after that that Chong Jiu realized that the gatekeeper could not intervene in life and death, and would suffer different degrees of divine punishment depending on the situation.

The first person especially liked to pick flowers and put them in vases. Chongjiu once wondered whether the life of such a forcibly planted thing is considered to be intervening in life and death, and whether he would get retribution for the life of a flower.

The curtains fluttered in the distance, and the pure white folds were blown up and down by the wind, as if a person was standing there quietly looking at the figure curled up on the bed.

The burning sensation in Chongjiu's body became stronger and stronger. His internal organs were roasted on the blazing fire, but his body was immersed in the cold ice, which made him tremble all over.

I can’t remember when I experienced this last time, and I forgot why, but it’s definitely not like today.

He didn't know how he could do anything to a woman who was neither human nor ghost. It was really funny, and he deserved some punishment.

Chong Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked at the fluttering curtain in front of him, and stretched out a hand to grab it, but he was too far away from the window, and he was in too much pain, before his arm was straightened, he hugged himself tightly again because of the severe pain .

His face was pale, cold sweat covered his forehead, and the scars at the corners of his eyes seemed to be oozing red at this moment.

He was in so much pain that he could only bite his lip, even though he didn't want to close his eyes, he wanted to look at the person standing by the window, even though he knew it was his own imagination.

"Chongjiu..."

Vaguely, Chong Jiu seemed to hear a call that he hadn't heard for a long time, but the voice was no longer as ethereal as before, it seemed to be right next to his ears, with an annoying tone, as before, insisting on disturbing people's dreams.

It is impossible for the dream to clear up, he hasn't had a dream for a long time, and it is impossible for that person to come into the dream.

"It's time..." In a daze, Chongjiu called out the name that he had called many times in his heart, but never said it out of his mouth.

The two words whispered made him a little shocked, he thought he had forgotten the name of that person, but it turned out that he still remembered, but he just didn't want to speak.

However, it was still unfamiliar, even if no one heard it, Chong Jiu seemed to hear the teasing laughter.

Life is gone, what's so ridiculous!

Chong Jiu turned over and wrapped herself in the quilt, closed her eyes, and whoever liked to stand by the window could watch as long as she liked.

With annoyance, he endured the pain all over his body, stuffed in a soft quilt, and the cold feeling was slightly relieved.

Maybe it’s because a person has been alone for a long time, he will choose to sleep every time he feels uncomfortable, no matter how painful it is, he can fall asleep, but it’s not at ease to wake up from sleep, but he can also get over the difficult time as soon as possible.

Just before falling asleep, he vaguely heard a bell in the outer hall, it was the bell hanging at the door, it kept ringing endlessly every day, just like this world, where there is endless trouble.

Do you want to see the world?Chongjiu remembered what Yan Zijin asked today.

Look at the fart, it hurts like hell!

After an unknown period of time, he fell asleep in a daze. Every time he woke up at night, he seemed to hear the bell ringing at the door, and it was empty.

It was getting late, and Yu Wei focused on looking at the road ahead, occasionally distracted to see if the colleague in the co-pilot was still alive, or if he couldn't think about it and just opened the door and jumped off.

Fortunately, as long as the car is driving, the doors will automatically lock.

After Zizhong Jiu got out of the car, the only sound in the car was the sound of breathing. If you distinguish carefully, you will find that only three people's breathing can be heard in the car, but there are five people sitting in the seats.

Tai Xu leaned on the back of his chair and looked out the window. He had never been outside at such a late hour, so it was the first time he saw what Jinhuai City was like in the middle of the night.

It was much quieter, just like the words often written in books: the whole city fell asleep.

He stared numbly at the speeding scene around him, and he didn't recover until the car stopped in front of the villa.

Fang Wei patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, we're here."

Tai Xu was taken aback, sat up and almost bumped his head, hmm, ah, ah, he didn't reply to a serious word for a long time.

Yan Zijin bent over from the back row and walked between the two of them: "Open the door and get off the car, go back and take a shower before going to bed."

He thought that Tai Xu had fallen asleep just now, so he glared at Fang Wei and then patted Tai Xu on the back comfortingly: "You are also exhausted today, I will give you a bonus later, and overtime pay will also be counted, so it will be fine if you wake up later tomorrow." Son."

The villa is his own, the accommodation and office are in one place, and the leader is quite reasonable. If he worked overtime too late the night before, he would never ask the staff to report on time the next day. This is why even if Yu Wei and Lu Jiang didn't want to work overtime, they didn't He followed in disapproval, after all, he could sleep in the next day.

Tai Xu nodded dully, opened the car door with stiff hands and feet and went down first, standing at the door and waiting for everyone.

Naturally, the car drove into the yard, but Taixu had just arrived a few days ago, and the door key hadn't been assigned to him yet, so he waited for everyone to come down, and followed Yan Zijin into the door without saying a word.

After entering the door, Yan Zijin went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, and Fang Wei followed him: "Don't you think there is something wrong with that kid?"

"What's wrong?" Yan Zijin turned his head while drinking the water, and happened to see Taixu standing motionless beside the sofa, "Why is he standing there?"

"Maybe I want to be your patron saint."

"Pfft..." Yan Zijin only had time to swallow half of the water in his mouth, and gave the rest to Fang Wei's shirt that looked good but was a bit dirty, "Ahem, right? Cough, get up."

"It's okay." Fang Wei didn't care about him with a good temper, and didn't even take a look at his even more horrible shirt, took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, and opened it with a bang.

"You two are really." Yan Zijin wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, "One smokes and the other drinks."

The one who drinks refers to Fang Wei, and the one who smokes is self-evident.

"You still care about us? Go and see your new employees first, the young grass is about to wither." Fang Wei shook the can, and the wine in the can made the sound of bubbles breaking, as if hinting at something.

After handing over the hinted job to Beer, he took on another job, and added: "Old cow."

Yan Zijin grinned at Fang Wei, and was about to walk over to see how the newcomer was doing when he heard an exclamation from the living room.

Yu Xin didn't come in with the others, he went to park the car before entering the door, walked to the living room and wanted to ask Tai Xu why he was standing there, just as he raised his hand to say hello, he saw the newcomer falling back straight, rolling his eyes and face Pale, barely audible breathing.

"I'll go!" Yu Xin was taken aback, and ran over in three steps at a time, barely holding Tai Xu's head and preventing him from blowing out.

"What's the matter?" Yan Zijin asked while running.

Fang Wei followed behind unhurriedly, took a sip of beer, looked down at the two men, one pressing his chest, the other pinching his middle, and said lightly: "Scared, call your soul."

This is not the first time they have seen this kind of thing. Many people who have just joined the investigation team will go through such a stage, but some people react less, and the nightmares are over, and some lie in bed for several times. It’s good to call the soul, there are relatively few people like Taixu. At that time, it looked like nothing, as if it had a strong receptivity, but it turned out that the reaction was a few beats slower, and the slowness was more powerful.

In the end, it was Yu Xin who woke up Lu Jiang who was already in bed, and the two carried the catkins to an unoccupied guest room.

Fang Wei watched them busy several times, swaying beer and walking in four directions, without any awareness of being a newcomer, slowly swayed upstairs and returned to his bedroom.

Even the other old people didn't think there was any problem with it. They didn't even react when they took a shower and went back to their rooms after they settled down.

After Yan Zijin waited for everyone to go back, he slowly touched Fang Wei's room on his toes.

Fang Weizheng came out of the bathroom brushing his hair, and whistled when he saw Yan Zijin: "You look so good that you came here to have an affair."

"Shut up!" Yan Zijin stood at the door and listened, making sure that there was no sound outside, and then he was relieved, "I won't cheat on you if you have an affair, and your life will be lost."

"Where did you come from to break your life?" Fang Weihun didn't care, put a towel on the back of a chair on one side, and sat on the edge of the bed, "What are you doing here? I don't live with anyone."

Yan Zijin clutched his chest: "I'm serious with you, can you speak well."

"Say." Fang Wei pointed to the chair beside him, motioning for him to sit down.

Yan Zijin was not polite. After sitting firmly, he looked at the person in front of him who couldn't be found in the crowd, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Sometimes he also sighs with emotion that the gods who should be admired by people will one day work under him.

Fang Wei looked at Yan Zijin's ecstasy and found it funny. Even though he had been away for a long time, he had existed in the world for many years. These years were enough for him to figure out some people's hearts. Although he didn't know what Yan Zijin was thinking at the moment, he could still Guess one or two.

"Are you thinking too much?" Fang Weidao, "I'm only coming back for a while, and I won't stay with you for a long time. The ending of some things is destined. I can change it without you, just like I can stand here now , maybe it is a link in the script of fate."

Yan Zijin's eyes flickered, as if he had a lot to say, but he didn't speak for a while, finally sighed, and said three words helplessly: "I know."

Chapter 24

◎"Is the leader thirsty?"◎

The weather is getting warmer and the dawn is getting earlier.

Before the sun came out, the sparrows were chirping endlessly by the window. Even the neglected bookstore on the corner of the street was not immune to sparrows. Two claws not as thick as toothpicks stood on the window sill, and the noise was like Cursing.

If the language of sparrows is similar to that of humans, it is estimated that no one can scold it. They don't even have an intermission, and they scold non-stop from morning till night.

Chong Jiu lay flat on the bed with his eyes wide open, his ears filled with miscellaneous voices.

The consequence of meddling was three days of pain and three days of lying in bed.

In the middle of the night of the last day, he had a severe fever all over his body. It seemed to be a fever, but it was different.

At first, it was just his internal organs burning, but in the middle of the night, it was as if he had thrown his whole body into the magma. Even though his face was pale and his body was so hot, he couldn't take it anymore and had to take a cold shower.

However, the originally soft water droplets hit his body like a torture tool, and the water droplets turned into sharp weapons, stabbing him almost to commit suicide.

Suicide is impossible. Even if he is really dead, where can he go to report, no, he still has to return to this bookstore, and he can’t leave this place when he wanders around. This is left to him by his predecessor, like a curse. thing.

Although it was dawn, he had not slept for long, the sparrow was standing in front of the window and screaming endlessly, it seemed to be another punishment from God, maybe it was also a part of God's punishment.

Chong Jiu got up from the bed and patted his head that was so painful that it was about to split. The clothes he changed in the middle of the night were crumpled and not soaked in cold sweat anymore.

He glanced at the small figures that came out of the window, curled his fingers, and a round object hit the glass with a bang, and those scolders finally flew away.

At this moment, the pain and burning on his body eased a lot, but the ensuing weakness made it difficult for him to even stand up.

His legs swayed slightly, like a sick ghost who just woke up after sleeping for several years. His muscles were atrophied and he couldn't support him to do too many movements.

This is the second level of divine punishment, and he has become a "disabled" who is a little bit worse than ordinary people.

The bell at the door was still ringing, and there were other sounds, which I couldn't tell what it was, anyway, Chong Jiu had never heard it in the store before.

Chong Jiu sat by the bed and waited for a while, the bell stopped, but the other sound continued endlessly, it seemed to be coming from the bathroom.

He barely got up with his hands on the bed, and staggered towards the bathroom, but the sound disappeared as soon as he reached the door.

Chongjiu held the door with his hands, glanced at the bathroom of several square meters, and finally fixed his eyes on the clothes thrown in the corner.

Those were the clothes he had changed since he came back, and they were thrown in the corner before he could deal with them. His condition these days is really bad.

After a few minutes of silence, the strange sound rang again, and it really came from the pile of clothes.

Chong Jiu shook the clothes one by one from top to bottom, until the last one was shaken, a heavy object slipped from the clothes and fell to the ground, and the muffled voice could not cover it and began to scream.

The sound was really unpleasant, so Chong Jiu bent down to pick it up, only to find that it was a mobile phone.

He never used this thing, where did it come from?

When Chongjiu picked up the phone, his fingers happened to touch the answer button. The man's voice came through the receiver. The voice was not loud and a little distorted, but Chongjiu could still recognize who was speaking.

"Yan Zijin, you'd better explain to me why this thing is here with me." Chong Jiu pinched the phone with two fingers, and had no intention of putting it to his ear to talk to Yan Zijin.

Yan Zijin was about to say something to Barabara, but when he heard Chong Jiu's words, he suddenly fell silent, and then muttered in a low voice, "I put it in your pocket when we parted that day, did you forget?"

Chong Jiu kept a dark face and said nothing.

Can he forget?It must be that Yan Zijin took advantage of his bad state at the time and deliberately stuffed him on him.

Yan Zijin knew he was wrong, and he was afraid that Chongjiu would smash his phone into pieces in a fit of anger, so he quickly got down to business: "The sect you asked me to check earlier has some clues."

Chongjiu and the mobile phone eye-to-eye each other. After a long time, they didn't say anything. Yan Zijin thought that Chongjiu had already thrown the mobile phone into that corner. Just as he was about to test it, Chongjiu replied bluntly: "Say."

Yan Zijin was relieved, he knew that Chong Jiu had accepted this high-tech product temporarily.

Although Chongjiu has lived for so many years, from the early days when he had nothing to the present with advanced technology, he has been in contact with the outside world, and he has not lived in a closed environment. He is not an old stubborn who is out of touch with the times, even on the surface. A pleasing young man.

But this young man didn't know what he was doing, and he didn't like new things at all. Every time Yan Zijin asked him, he would run to the store.

Fortunately, Chongjiu seldom goes out, even if he doesn't say hello, there is a high probability that he won't miss out.

"Just the teaching you said before."

Yan Zijin was holding his mobile phone over there, and happened to see Fang Wei who was sitting beside him squeezing lemon juice into a teacup, and insisted on making a cup of lemon tea by himself early in the morning.

He really wanted to remind Fang Wei that the lemon tea was not made of Pu'er, but he also wanted to see Fang Wei's expression after drinking the lemon Pu'er tea, so he swallowed the words back.

Seeing that Fang Wei couldn't squeeze one lemon enough, he went to the refrigerator to get another one, Yan Zijin couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the gap between the two is really big.

Obviously came from one place, one is like an old antique, unwilling to try anything, while the other is like a curious baby, wanting to try everything.

Yan Zijin watched Fang Wei go to the kitchen, and then watched him come back. When his thoughts gradually drifted away, a slightly impatient voice came from the phone.

"What happened to the teacher?"

Yan Zijin snapped back to his senses, remembering that he was still on the phone with someone, and hurriedly said: "Ah, sir, you mentioned it to me last time, about resurrection and so on, I found some clues here."

"The second day after we left the community, I sent someone to look there again. Coincidentally, I saw that woman going downstairs to throw garbage."

Holding the mobile phone, Chong Jiu dragged his legs and moved back to the bed side by side. Most of his energy was spent on his legs, and he didn't pay attention to the loopholes in Yan Zijin's words.

How could his people recognize women in the daytime, even if Yu Xin and Lu Jiang had gone.

At that time, the woman's hair was messed up, her face was beyond recognition, and she didn't even have a pair of decent eyes.

Chong Jiu didn't ask, but Yan Zijin explained it again: "Actually, my people didn't know her at first, and I came to the community to inquire about the news from the people around me. It stands to reason that in order for the woman to resurrect someone, there must be relatives and friends who died around her." , it just got there