Here Lies The Wicked

Just as I was thinking,

The old club cat went to the corner and secretly called.

In a few minutes, I saw the old god stick returning bluishly and darkly.

“What?” Fang looked.

The old god wandered to weep without tears: "The old security guard at the quarry just called me and told me that the quarry had been covering a continuous death, and the east window had happened. ”

“The shareholders of the quarry were taken away by the police, and even the remaining manager of the quarry was awarded a pair of silver bracelets by the police. ”

“Old Dao, I almost lost my life in that cave last night, and at the end of the day, $100,000 worth of money went to water and drifted, and this trip was a huge loss. ”

Fang has some sympathy for the old god stick.

On this side, Mr. and Mrs. Li were killed, and the person in charge of the quarry was taken away. The old god stick did not get a penny.

A civilian police officer takes a look at an old baton from time to time while the old baton is depressed.

“Police uncle, what are you looking at?” The old god stick wonders.

Civilian police: "…”

Don't be ridiculous.

With a big nephew like you, I'm afraid I'll lose my life.

Instead of talking, the civilian police brought in a man, Li Laoshan's big brother, who asked him to identify the old god stick.

Brother Li: “Yes, he is the Chen Daxian my third brother found. ”

“When my third brother's house collapsed, he was present when my third brother and his daughter-in-law were in a coma. ”

“On the day of the tragic death of my third brother and my brother-in-law, this Chen Daxian was also present, and that day Chen Daxian was the first to rush into the room where my third brother was killed. ”

The old god's stick shivered like a daisy old meat.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Indeed, the old god stick was surrounded by four or five civilian police officers, all eyes on him.

“Chen Daxian, you are famous, wherever you go there are dead people. There was a murder in the village in front of the gate, you were there; the Tsim Mountain Quarry died, you were there, and you are now on the list of fugitive suspects in our public security system.” Civilian police have a harsh face.

“Uncle police, I am unjust, is there a misunderstanding!” The Old Goddess was frightened by two tremors and entered the list of fugitive suspects in the public security system, his face turning green.

This is a proper match for wanted criminals.

Fang is very wise at this time to look at the nose, look at the nose, silence, try to be transparent.

Not to the attention of the police.

If he's even on the public security list, he's having a lot of fun.

Civilian police immediately turned black: “Speak well, I'm not under 40 this year, I can't afford to have a big nephew like you. ”

“Call me Comrade Police. ”

“Uncle cop... Comrade cop, I am so unjust.” The old priest cried badly.

Anyone who has nothing to do with a murder charge against themselves.

That's the highest criminal case for peanut eating.

“Come on, you want a pair of silver bracelets? Or a pair of silver bracelets?” Civilian police have a serious look on their official faces.

“This... does it make any difference?” The old god club shuddered and asked.

Civilian Police: "Silver bracelets go into detention and silver bracelets go into prison. ”

“Confession is broad and resistant, and if we find out you're innocent, we don't have to wear silver bracelets. ”

Ultimately, regardless of the defense of the old priest, he was taken away directly by several civilian police officers. Because the old god stick could be a murderer, he was awarded a pair of silver bracelets.

Looking at the old god stick being taken away, Fang is silently mourning the old god stick for 0.5 seconds... Then he decidedly lifts his legs and leaves the wrong place.

Since he stayed in the village in front of the door, no clues could be investigated, and the successive events here have attracted the high attention of the police, and it is no longer convenient for him to act, he can only intend to return to the city first, and perhaps Mr. Fu, who has always acted unpredictably, will have a solution.

……

When Fang was returning from the countryside to the city, it was almost midnight.

After leaving for three days, he finally set foot on the land of the city again. When he was getting off the passenger transport center, he was feeling a little naughty.

It's only been three days, but too much has happened in those three days.

Both dead and cursed...

Thinking of the curse, Fang Zheng horse kept on going straight to Mr. Fu's underworld store. He has always deliberately avoided the fact that Mr. Fu and Mr. Zhang have been deeply unpredictable institutionalists, and he never took the initiative to find them, with the exception of this one, because the curse on his body made him feel like he was in danger.

When Fang was looking for Mr. Fu, he actually saw that Mr. Zhang Butcher appeared in Mr. Fu's underworld shop again today.

Don't butchers have nightlife?

Seems like the only nightlife, is Mr. Fook?

When Fang Zheng's figure appeared in Mr. Fu's underworld shop, Mr. Fu was burning paper money in a fire basin at the door.

At the same time, Special Soul Qi +1.

A little green soul, rising from Mr. Fu, square and surprised.

As soon as Fang Zheng appeared, Mr. Fu at the door, as well as Zhang Butcher, who was having a small mouthful of liquor with halogenated pork head in the underworld shop, all stared directly at the top.

It became a focal point, making the party a little uncomfortable.

Square shocked: “What, what's wrong? ”

Mr. Fu still had that dead face, with no expression on his face, and continued to squat beside the fire basin to burn paper money, to sacrifice his soul and not speak.

“This little sister looks great on you.” The butcher Zhang finished and continued to pour his own white wine and halogenated pork head in front of him.

Fang's face turned black immediately.

Brother and sister, mud coal.

Like mud coal.

Fang was in a depressed mood and then looked at Mr. Fu, who was burning paper money, and asked: “Mr. Fu, who are you burning paper money for this time? ”

Fang remembers the last time Mr. Fu burned paper money, or the first time he met Mr. Fu, that time because there were four young girls playing psychic games, and he was followed by an evil mirror spirit, and then had his first shadow...

“Going to the grave is the most taboo worship of the wrong head. Know what happens when you go to the grave if you worship the wrong head?” Without answering the question, Mr. Fook is still the dead face with no expression.

Square: “…”

Reading physics, like fog, physics like fog, do not physics, physics… this is the moment.

I want to know,

I won't call Fang Zheng.

I just changed my last name to Lin Zheng...

Without waiting for an answer, Mr. Fu has already said: “At the Qing Ming Festival not long ago, there was a man who worshipped the wrong ancestral tomb. He encountered ghosts and worshipped the wrong tombstone in an ancient tomb. ”

He asked, “Is this a tricky thing? ”

Mr. Fook continued without expressions, answering the question: "During this time, the morgue and crematorium of the hospital continued to throw the bodies away. By the time he was discovered a month later, he had eaten more than two dozen bodies alive. ”

“Now even if we remove what is in his body, man cannot be saved. He has become accustomed to eating dead meat, his nature has changed, and will continue to eat dead meat in the future, eventually developing into living meat. ”

“I'm sacrificing his soul. Don't ever go to the wrong grave again. ”

Fang Zhengyi.

Mr. Fook, is this a disguised admission that this man ended up dead in his hands?

So we're celebrating this man's death today?

No wonder when he sees Mr. Fu, wool is a special soul...