Zhang Jijun, who is a little fat, can't be compared with Huo Qiang in terms of size or skills. If he really wants to go up, it will only be Zhang Jijun himself who will be beaten up.

"Me, me, me? How old are you, and you still believe in ghosts in the world. Or are you afraid of being sentenced to death, so your head is abnormal?"

"Brother, please don't say a few words. The third brother didn't do it on purpose. Third brother, please don't say a few words. Go to sleep."

Zhao Zhifeng, who had been silent for a long time, began to act as a peacemaker, which made Huo Qiang stop mocking and continued to lie on the bed.Afterwards, Fu Lei shrugged and lay down.

Only Zhang Jijun with a gloomy face and Zhao Zhifeng who hesitated to speak were left sitting there.

After being silent for a while, Zhao Zhifeng looked at Zhang Jijun, lowered his voice, and asked in a low voice.

"Third brother, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jijun pouted: "Fourth brother, do you still trust your third brother?"

"Of course third brother, you never lied to me. So, what happened? Could it be that you had some kind of nightmare?"

Nightmare?

No, not a nightmare!

The touch is so real!When the woman named Su Hong touched his thigh, he felt his whole body go numb!

Most importantly, the opponent's hand.Cold, bitingly cold, like a real corpse.

He took another look at the pinch marks on his legs. Although the marks had disappeared over time, if he looked carefully, he could still see the marks of his fingers.

So Zhang Jijun took a deep breath.

"I'm not dreaming, I know exactly what happened. It is true that there is a ghost in this room, and it is the woman I killed at that time."

After a pause, Zhang Jijun's expression became serious: "Listen, fourth brother, don't listen to those two idiots of your elder brother and second brother! Ask the prison guards to change rooms for you! Don't stay in this room anymore!"

Zhang Jijun's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets.Zhao Zhifeng was taken aback by this, he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and nodded stiffly.

Although Zhao Zhifeng nodded, looking at Zhao Zhifeng's appearance, Zhang Jijun knew that Zhao Zhifeng did not believe his words at all.

Therefore, Zhang Jijun stood up from the bed, walked to the door, and began to shout loudly: "Come on, is there anyone? Where's the police? Come on!"

Zhang Jijun's voice passed through the empty corridor and echoed.

Soon, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor came from the end of the corridor, and two prison guards came to the room where Zhang Jijun and the others were held.

"What's the noise? What happened?"

The prison guard asked Zhang Jijun in a bad tone, there is no need to show good looks to these vicious guys.

"I......"

Zhang Jijun originally wanted to say that this house was haunted and wanted to change to another room, but in the end, he swallowed what he wanted to say and changed his mind.

"I want to change the room, these people want to beat me."

"Want to hit you?"

The prison guards looked a little strange, after all, they knew that these people were accomplices.

"Hey, third child, do you want to die? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Huo Qiang didn't fall asleep. After hearing what Zhang Jijun said, he hurriedly got up from the bed and scolded him with a straight face.

After all, if the prison guard really believed it, he would be punished.

"Look, Mr. Police, he's threatening me!"

Seemingly having found the evidence, Zhang Jijun hurriedly said to the prison guards, which made the prison guards look at each other in dismay.

"Even so, this is not in line with the process, you still..."

"Change him to room 7."

A cold voice came from the prison guard's earplugs, which caused the expressions of the two prison guards to change slightly, and then they took a deep look at Zhang Jijun.

The higher-ups have spoken, and they can only follow through.

"Okay, I'll give you a new room, be honest and come with us."

After finishing speaking, the door of the room was opened with a creaking sound, and at the same time Zhang Jijun walked out of the room with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Comrade Police, thank you Comrade Police."

"Stop rambling, let's go."

Zhang Jijun was temporarily handcuffed, and after closing the door, several people disappeared into the corridor.

However, no one noticed that there was a miniature camera on the ceiling, which was gently turning its direction.

"Sure enough, the monitoring equipment has the ability to detect the traces of ghosts, but I don't know what the principle is."

Wei Tongguang looked at the surveillance screen and muttered to himself.

On the screen, there was Zhang Jijun's back who was going to the new room.

However, Wei Tongguang saw a strange white shadow with disheveled hair riding on his back, embracing Zhang Jijun's neck, and neither Zhang Jijun nor the prison guards around him knew anything about it.

And just when Wei Tongguang was staring at the screen tightly, that strange white figure started to rotate its head 180 degrees, and showed an indescribable smile towards the surveillance camera on the ceiling, which made Wei Tongguang's heart membrane The flap trembled violently.

Chapter 180 Nine: Oh, Zhang Jijun?He killed himself!

here we go again......

Looking at the scene on the screen, Wei Tongguang's heart skipped a beat, then he narrowed his eyes, and looked at Su Hong on the screen with a serious expression across the screen.

Fortunately, this kind of staring didn't last too long. After only a few seconds, Zhang Jijun and Su Hong on his back walked out of the range of the surveillance camera, leaving only Wei Tongguang thinking carefully in front of the screen.

This is not the first time, it seems that every time, my surveillance camera will be discovered by the ghosts under surveillance, even if it is hidden enough.

Perhaps, this is the legendary sixth sense.

Although there is not enough scientific evidence, in fact, people have a sixth sense.

For example, many times, people can feel that someone is watching them from behind.

And after becoming a ghost, the aspect related to the sixth sense may be strengthened, so one's own spying will be discovered.

But it doesn't matter, it's just being discovered, and the female ghost doesn't know where she is.

After a little guessing, Wei Tongguang leaned slightly on the chair behind him, closed his eyes and meditated.

At the same time, Zhang Jijun also came to the new cell.

"It's here, you go in."

After opening the door, the prison guard pointed to the inside, then Zhang Jijun stretched out his head, took a look inside, and shrunk his neck.

"Well, Comrade Police, there's no one here."

"That's just right. If you live alone, no one will beat you, and you can be clean."

The prison guard sneered and took off the handcuffs for Zhang Jijun: "Go in, don't talk too much, or we will send you back."

"I......"

At first he wanted to say something, but in the end Zhang Jijun kept his mouth shut and obediently walked into the room.

With the slamming of the door, the cell became extremely quiet, Zhang Jijun almost only heard his own heartbeat.

"Well, the new cell will probably be fine."

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Zhang Jijun found a bed and lay on it, covered him with a quilt, and slowly closed his eyes.

It's probably early in the morning now, he is so tired, his eyelids have already started to fight.

It's just that I don't know how long it has passed, it seems to be only a few minutes, and it seems to have passed for several hours.

Zhang Jijun opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily.

I... am I dreaming?

I really want to say this, but if it's a dream, it's too real, right?

He could feel his breath, feel the air rush in from his mouth and into his lungs.

I can even feel the coldness that permeates the surroundings, like falling into an ice cellar.

This made Zhang Jijun's goosebumps appear slightly, and his scalp began to tingle.

Most critically, his limbs seemed unable to move.

"Is there anyone? Someone help me!"

Zhang Jijun opened his lips wide, but the words were still unable to be conveyed, which made Zhang Jijun even more frightened, and cold sweat began to flow down his back.

Ghost press, this is ghost press!

Although in real life, the phenomenon of ghost presses can be explained with extremely reasonable scientific arguments.

For example, what ghost press is a symptom of sleep paralysis, a kind of sleep disorder, as long as you relax and eat better, you can avoid it!

But after encountering the previous situation, Zhang Jijun couldn't regard it as a purely scientific phenomenon.

crunch.

The originally closed door suddenly opened.

This made Zhang Jijun swallow his saliva, rolled his eyes, and looked in the direction of the gate from the corner of his eye.

No one is empty.

However, it was precisely because there was no one there that Zhang Jijun felt even more afraid.

The gate of the prison is locked. If no one opens the door, who will open the door?

Da da da.

Someone was slowly walking in. At the same time, Zhang Jijun felt a pair of cold palms caressing his cheeks, slowly moving up along his lips, until reaching the nasal cavity, and still going up.

Finally, those hands reached Zhang Jijun's eyes.

And Zhang Jijun also saw the owner of the finger.

If it's not Su Hong, who is it?

Su Hong was still the same as what Zhang Jijun saw before, her face was pale and weird, with an inexplicable smile on her lips, she looked at Zhang Jijun with eyes with only the whites of her eyes left, and began to say what she said before—it's your turn!

"No!"

Finally, Zhang Jijun yelled out, and that stern voice directly spread throughout the corridor, all the way to his original cell.

This made Huo Qiang wake up from his sleep again, and got up from the bed with a gloomy face.

"This voice belongs to Zhang Jijun, what on earth is this bastard trying to do! If I see him again, I must kill him!"

The second child Fu Lei and the fourth child Zhao Zhifeng also woke up.

Fu Lei frowned slightly after hearing the scream, and said with some uncertainty: "Is the third child screaming?"

"Oh, who knows what he's doing, maybe it's really because he's afraid of the death penalty, maybe he's crazy."

Huo Qiang sneered, turned his head, and looked at Zhao Zhifeng who was a little dazed.

"Fourth, what are you thinking?"

"Ah, no, brother, I just..."

Zhao Zhifeng hesitated for a moment, and said, "I was just thinking about what Third Brother said to me before he left."

"Oh, what did he say to you?"

"He said, he said..."

Pursing his lips, Zhao Zhifeng lowered his voice: "He said...it seems that the woman we killed before found her."

"Fourth, you don't really believe all such nonsense, do you?"

Hearing Zhao Zhifeng's words, Huo Qiang's face immediately turned up: "Your third brother is crazy, you are going crazy too, aren't you?"

"No, brother, I..."

Huo Qiang's words made Zhao Zhifeng submissive for a moment. At this moment, there were hurried footsteps in the corridor of the prison, which made everyone turn their eyes away and saw several figures in white coats standing next to the prison guards. Under the leadership, he hurried past with a stretcher.

Although it was only for a moment, Huo Qiang saw the person on the stretcher through the fence of the cell door.

That familiar look, if not Zhang Jijun, who is it?

What happened to Zhang Jijun?

Huo Qiang couldn't sit still anymore, he stood up straight, walked slowly to the prison door, and shouted loudly.

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