Quick Transmigration: The Sick and Delicate Villain Has a Deep Routine

Chapter 14 Shijiu's Mental Breakdown
Lin Zi finally realized that she had been tricked by Shijiu.

Shi Jiu said that looking for a detective was an excuse, but the real purpose was to let Lin Zi ignore her wasting electricity...

Going back to inherit the family property means saving 20 years of struggle, playing the piano and barely making ends meet.

Shijiu really doesn't want to...

What's more, with an eight-figure deposit in the bank card, isn't it good to eat and wait to die to achieve the ultimate goal of life...

At that time, Jiupo was walking in the snow, his nose was red from the cold, and he looked sleepy.

The light smile that was often on his face on weekdays was also a little stiff at this time, and he couldn't hold back anymore.

Shi Jiu asked, "Lin Zi, is Jiangcheng's winter always this cold, or is it just this winter that's especially cold?"

Lin Zi replied softly, "It's always so cold."

"When things are over, pack up those two guys, and next winter, let's go to a warm place, go to my world, okay?"

Shi Jiu tricked, like a wolf in sheep's clothing, tricking a simple rabbit into going back to the wolf's lair.

Shi Jiu exhaled, stood in the snow, looked at the house on the edge of the cliff, the white pointed villa a hundred meters away.

"Okay." Lin Zi agreed, "If the revenge is avenged, my soul will belong to you. Anyway, I don't have an afterlife."

Shi Jiu's pupils shrank, shaken for a moment, and asked softly, "If people who commit suicide do not have an afterlife, where will they go after death?"

"I have met dying people before. Those who committed suicide said that there is a place called Yunhuang, but I didn't go there because the resentment I carried was too heavy..."

Shi Jiu fell silent, "Your soul has been wandering back and forth for a year, and you never thought about giving up the things of this life and going to Yunhuang?"

"Since there is no next life, Shi Jiu, this life, I am not willing to let it go like this." Her voice was very weak, but it carried a tenacity that would rather bend than bend.

stubborn fool...

Arriving at Zai Nianwan's home, Shi Jiu entered the password and entered the door.

The villa was very warm, Shi Jiu put on cotton slippers, and said to the empty house, "I'm back."

She turned on all the lights in the house and turned on the warm air conditioner.

Shi Jiu took a change of clothes and took a hot shower in the bathroom.

The steaming hot water washed over her icy body, warming her whole body up. With bare feet, she looked up at the water in the shower, her eyes were sour when it washed over her eyes.

Shi Jiu was stunned for a moment, realizing that the bad mood was coming up again, and then turned off the shower, reaching out his hand to wipe off the water droplets on his face.

Facing the mirror, she wiped off the mist on it, only to see a scar spreading across her heart, like a centipede.

Some wounds are wounds on the soul, which cannot be escaped or eliminated in this life.

Even if Shi Jiu changed her body, it couldn't obliterate the fact that she was Shi Jiu, she couldn't let go of the past and start over from scratch.

Shijiu wrapped herself in a towel and left the bathroom.

The room outside the bathroom is bright and warm, and the edges and corners of the crystal lamp reflect colorful light, all of which are like a dream bubble.

That boxy ward with only one small tempered glass window showing light seems to have been a long time ago.

Shi Jiu sat cross-legged on the sofa, wiping his wet hair with his head tilted.

The surrounding scenes seemed to coincide with leaving the CDC in an instant. She pursed her lips and threw the towel in her hand to the ground coldly.

There seemed to be a voice in her ear telling her over and over again that she had never left the CDC and that she would never escape there.

The name Shijiu, since it was given, has never represented luck.

The short-lived doting was just because those people saw that she was profitable.

Shi Jiu hugged his knees, put his head on his knees, his head was muddy and swollen.

A flock of crows flew by outside the house, croaking.

Shi Jiu raised his head, his eyes were gloomy, like an endless abyss.

Her face was pale and indifferent, like a god.

Shi Jiu slowly put his legs down from the sofa, with a smile on his lips, he went straight to the kitchen.

There were sharp knives there, just a random cut in the hand or leg, and she could be happy again.

Lin Zi immediately realized that Shi Jiu had an illness again, when will this ill-fated number nine end?
"Shijiu, what's wrong with you?"

"Nine hours!"

"Shijiu, Shijiu, don't be like this..."

There was a cry in Lin Zi's voice, but it didn't help, she could only watch Shi Jiu walk to the kitchen step by step.

Shi Jiu's fingertips slid across the tips of the knives, and finally picked out a steak knife. He tossed it casually, circling in the air, and the handle of the knife landed firmly in the palm of his hand.

Lin Zi saw behind Shi Jiu, there was a black silhouette covering the figure, and the white soul was gradually shrouded in black shadow.

Shi Jiu held the table knife in his left hand and gestured towards his right hand, as if he was thinking about how to make a perfect first cut.

The scene of her illness at this time is different from when she was in the Expo Center.

At that time, Shi Jiu's eyes were red, and he looked as thin as a paper man, but his reason was still there.

At this time, Shi Jiu was already on the verge of collapse, or she had become another person...

She couldn't hear Lin Zi's words at all.

However, at this moment, the mobile phone on the coffee table in the living room rang, and it was the piano music from Qingshi Lane.

Shi Jiu turned her head and looked at the vibrating mobile phone on the coffee table. Holding the knife, she walked towards the coffee table step by step.

Su Bai picked up the phone with her hand, it was a strange call, she unhurriedly pressed to hang up.

However, five seconds later, the phone rang again, hung up again, and rang again...

Shi Jiu frowned slightly, and pressed the connect button, and a familiar voice came, like a clear stream, cool and hoarse, "Hey, why didn't you answer my call?"

Shi Jiu's hands froze, she smiled suddenly, a little blood color added to her pale face.

She put down the knife in her hand, and called his name in a warm voice: "Jing Zhi."

Lin Zi was speechless, and she was about to cry, but Jing Zhi made Shijiu return to normal with just one sentence...

Let's make friends, this damned, indifferent, face-seeking world!
Compared with Jing Zhi, although his appearance is slightly inferior, he has breasts and buttocks.

But when Shijiu got sick, Jing Zhi was the bright moonlight, but he didn't even know who she was.

Sure enough, friends are like brothers and wild men are like clothes. There are many people who have lost their arms and legs, but there are no naked people on the street...

(End of this chapter)