Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

In the entire car, everyone sitting on the seats, except for the boy playing the game and Chen Yan, who was stunned and stunned, all turned their heads at an angle that humans could not do, staring at Song Qiao.

Some were bleeding from their orifices, some had their heads tilted and their eyes slanted, some had foul-smelling blood flowing from their bodies, and some had their limbs twisted like spiders.

There are really human beings and ghosts, and Song Qiao is eye-opening.

The two middle school students who got on the bus in front of her, half of their heads were broken, ran towards her while roaring.

Sure enough, you are still young. You are so impulsive when you become a ghost. Didn't you see that the other ghosts were hesitating? The old lady's death just now wasn't miserable enough. They all exploded. These two little things rushed forward screaming. Woolen cloth.

Song Qiao pushed Chen Yan to the seat with a slap, and smiled at her when he had time, "Close your eyes if you don't want to die."

The tone is gentle and the expression is gentle.

Chen Yan rolled her eyes and fainted.

well.

The next second, the car was darkened by two degrees. All the ghosts saw was the shadow at the feet of the delicate little beauty suddenly jumping out. Then in the blink of an eye, the black hair spread out like a spider web, and the two students were wrapped in it. , the neck was strangled, making a clicking sound.

All the ghosts felt a chill in their necks.

Before he could react, the two ghost children disappeared.

Who is the ghost? ! ! …

Song Qiao leaned against the car seat and put her hands on the back of the chair. Her fair and slender fingers seemed transparent against the blue back of the chair. She raised her fingertips and tapped lightly.

Click.

A middle-aged ghost uncle was beheaded by his hair.

Hey.

Another beautiful ghost with her eyes hanging out was nailed to the roof of the car.

Song Qiao looked at the bloody feast in front of him with an inexplicable smile as he kept tapping his fingertips.

Finally, the bus made a screech of brakes.

Stopped at the station outside the community.

The car door opened, and Song Qiao helped Chen Yan, who had fainted, out of the car. Under the white light in the car, there were only two corpses, which were ferocious and terrifying.

Chen Yan was woken up by Song Qiao and found herself standing outside the community. Her fear subsided a little. Before she had time to ask about the situation, she heard Song Qiao softly say: "Call the police, he's dead."

The tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about killing fish.

Chen Yan couldn't help but tremble, and she didn't dare to look at the car parked on the side of the road. She dialed the police number tremblingly.

"You are also unlucky to encounter something like this."

Song Qiao, whose strength had improved again, was in a good mood and took the initiative to speak.

Chen Yan looked at her cautiously, "You...are you the legendary Taoist priest who catches ghosts?"

Taoist priest?

Song Qiao turned to look at Chen Yan, her dark pupils filled with a hint of evil, "The Taoist priest was probably going to be mad to death when he heard you said that about me."

After the police car whizzed over, Chen Yan finally couldn't restrain herself and cried loudly. She turned around to look for Song Qiao, but found that there was no one around her.

"UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuareaJustHereHeis!!Still talking to me!!" She yelled in panic to the policeman who was supporting her.

Looking at the surrounding environment, the old policeman felt a little scared. He winked at the policewoman who was supporting Chen Yan, and took the lead in getting into the car to check.

The car was very clean, and there was nothing except two corpses. A young man leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes widened, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and his cell phone was broken in half. Veins popped out on his hands.

The ferocious and twisted face made the old policeman take a breath, and the young policeman next to him took a step back in fear.

"Uncle Zheng, this..."

The corpse of the other driver was even more strange and weird. The head fell off from the neck. The wound was smooth and flat, and there was no blood. It didn't look like it was man-made at all!

The case was too weird and terrifying, and combined with the recent situation in H City, the old policeman immediately called his superiors and asked for support from the special department.

Mao Xiaolan was woken up by a phone call and cursed all the way.

The police who stayed at the scene only heard a roar of a car, and a silver-white Bentley made a beautiful drift brake in front of them.

Under the set up headlights, you could clearly see the woman getting out of the car.

Wearing a pair of high-heeled boots and a white knitted sweater, with a beautiful face as cold as ice, and holding the latest international brand bag in her hand, she walked towards the bus angrily.

Behind her was a young man in a black suit. He got out of the car and looked pale and staggered as he walked. He felt like he was going to vomit in the next second.

"Sister Xiaolan! Um...slow down..."

Officer Zheng was so shocked by Mao Xiaolan's posture that he was almost slapped in the face by the ID card before he even spoke.

"National Security Branch No. 7."

She ignored Lao Zheng and went straight onto the bus. She frowned when she saw the corpse. Before the man who got on the bus after her could react, she yelled: "Du Ziteng! Fu Shui!"

"Hey! Here!" Du Ziteng quickly took out a bottle of spray from the suitcase he was carrying and handed it to Mao Xiaolan.

Another young policeman accompanying him subconsciously wanted to stop him, "The scene must not be destroyed..."

Officer Zheng stopped him and said, "Don't worry."

I saw Mao Xiaolan spraying the boy's body. Under the fine spray, the body gradually changed.

The most obvious ones are the fingerprints on his neck and the black lines on his face.

Mao Xiaolan then sprayed the entire car again, focusing on the driver.

After the whole process, only two corpses showed any reaction!

The entire carriage is exceptionally clean!

Mao Xiaolan's face became more and more ugly, and she said to Officer Zheng: "Please take the bodies away. Nothing can be found from them."

Standing in the empty carriage, Mao Xiaolan lit a cigarette. The smoke was lingering and floating around in the carriage. In the end, it slowly dispersed without condensing and forming.

Du Ziteng's expression changed slightly, "Sister Xiaolan..."

"Experts have dealt with it, and not a single soul is left, including the two who just died."

Mao Xiaolan whispered.

"The newly dead souls have not been spared. This master is so ruthless." Du Ziteng frowned.

"The ferrymen are all missing. Even if the undead are not eliminated, they will turn into evil spirits sooner or later, not to mention they died in such a miserable way. I agree with this expert's approach. I suspect that the person who injured Jutong the night before yesterday is the same person. , let them investigate all surveillance along the route of this vehicle."

"Go back first. I want to meet the survivor tomorrow."

Looking at the gradually brightening sky, Mao Xiaolan squinted her sour eyes, always feeling that a storm was coming.

On the roof of a building not far away, Song Qiao stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the busy people below, seeing what Mao Xiaolan was doing, "I really hope they go faster, I always feel that there is something wrong with City H." ah."

[The gourd was found. 】

The system that had been pretending to be dead for several days finally appeared.

Song Qiao raised his eyebrows, "Oh, what?"

[The First Divine Throne God only left a piece of spiritual jade in the human world, with a faint trace of divine power remaining. This is just a small piece of stone near the spiritual jade. 】

???

Is it so involved?

"What about the promised small world without gods?" Song Qiao questioned.

[Maybe it was left behind by other looters a long time ago. It’s not important. It’s broken anyway. 】

"Haha, how could it not be important? Can you guarantee that there are no other scraps? That thing is linked to the gods. Killing me is not easy." Song Qiao will not believe the system's lies.

[Then go, you can already evacuate this world. 】

Song Qiao: It’s impossible to leave, even if you’re beaten to death.