Lose 100 million today

Chuzheng stood in the darkness: "Yeah."

Chuzheng: "..."

I will endure!

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I thought it would continue, but when I opened my eyes, I found Chuzheng lying on her small shabby bed, stunned for a while.

He raised his hand and groped around on his body for a moment.

It was good that he was not taken away for cremation.

Chuzheng got up and took a shower, then turned around and saw two piles of plateau red paper prickly lady standing behind her.

Chuzheng was startled: "What are you doing?"

Who are you trying to scare so early in the morning?

Zhizharen looked at her intently, and Chuzheng said irritably: "I'm hungry, I'm still hungry. You know what else to do besides eating."

"Master, I'm hungry too." The little short-legged robot poked its head out from behind the paper-studded figure and shouted angrily.

Chuzheng: "..."

roll!

You, a robot, are so hungry!

Chuzheng pushed Zhizharen away and came out, picking at the table filled with small bottles. Finally, she picked two, poured out the souls inside, and patted Zhizharen directly.

The soul quickly disappeared into Zhizharen's body.

The curvature of the big red lips on the paper-pricked face has obviously expanded.

Chuzheng was so panicked that she went downstairs, found another Zhizhiren behind the door, and fed it in the same way.

The robot clanked downstairs: "Master, you don't even wait for me. Do you no longer love me, or do you have another robot outside?"

Chuzheng: "..."

"Show me Xing Jue's information." Chuzheng didn't bother to talk to the robot and let it retrieve Xing Jue's information.

"Look what he is doing." The robot asked while throwing information into the air: "What's so good about this? Master, please find me a tall and powerful body, so that I can look so good."

Chuzheng looked at it threateningly: "Do you talk a lot?"

The robot clumsily locked its mouth with both hands, indicating that it would stop talking.

Chuzheng looked away, and the robot quickly added: "What's so good about a pretty face!" After saying that, he immediately turned around and turned his back to Chuzheng.

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng looked at the information displayed.

Name: Xingjue

"Sex: Male

Nationality: hg

Zodiac sign: Pisces

Birthday: March 20

Blood type: type b blood

…

From the known information, except for gender and blood type, the remaining two do not match. Of course, the birthday does not match, and the zodiac sign definitely does not match, so it can only be counted as one...

Isn't it him?

In her heart, Chuzheng scolded the bastard again, then stepped on the flip-flops and went straight to work.

"Miss Chuzheng?"

Hu Shuo probably felt that Chuzheng was surprised when he came to work so early because the sun was rising in the west.

"Let me ask you a question."

"You asked."

"When is your husband's birthday?"

"March 20th."

"..."

It’s really March 20th.

Hu Shuo was surprised: "Miss Chuzheng, why are you asking this?" These simple information can be found online, and it is also included in the information he gave.

"nothing."

Chuzheng left without looking back.

Hu Shuo looked at the manor and then at the direction Chu Zheng left, moving his fingers back and forth in the air several times.

no!

Didn't she come to work? Why did you leave?

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Bao Lei, the person in charge of the funeral home, has not yet been found, and all the other clues have been cut off. An invisible haze seems to be hanging over Wenxian Road.

"Wan Fei was killed by the group at the funeral home, but they didn't move the body outside. So who did this?"

Liu Zhong took people to a meeting and reviewed the recent news.

Meiji, who was huddled in the corner, raised the rabbit ears in her hand: "In other words, there is another group of people?"

Xie Shi held his chin up and tilted his clown hat to one side: "The one who killed Wan Fei was one group, and the one who dumped the body was one group, that is, two groups. So what was the purpose of these two groups?"

Su Yao stepped on the stool and said rather domineeringly: "According to what Miss Chuzheng said, the group who killed Wan Fei wanted more unknown creatures to live in them. They have a way to make the corpse look like a normal person. Regardless of the purpose of doing this, what about the group who dumped the body? What did they want to do? "

Jiang Sanzhan, who was dressed as a gangster, was obviously not suitable for this kind of mental work. He sat there and watched, pretending that he was just a spectator.

The sickly beauty Ye Yueli had a book open and was flipping through it. She could vaguely see information about some unknown creatures on it.

Just when a few people were at a loss what to do, Chuzheng wandered in from outside.

"Everyone here?"

"Miss Chuzheng." Jiang Sanzhan stood up first and made room for her.

Chuzheng didn't care where she sat, she sat down casually and threw the things in her hands on the table.

"Go and see all these places."

Spread out on the table is a map of Jingnan City, with many places marked on it with a pen.

"Miss Chuzheng, what is this?"

"Places where spiritual value fluctuations have been too abnormal in the past two years, especially these two places."

Chuzheng lit two of the spots, one of which was a funeral parlor and the other was a hospital.

That group of people need a body, and funeral homes and hospitals are the best options.

Chuzheng gave new instructions, and the group of people quickly divided into two groups.

Because Liu Zhong was injured and had the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, he was ordered to stay in the store.

Liu Zhong: "Girl, do you think what happened this time is serious?"

"I don't know." Chuzheng stood up. The chair rubbed against the ground, making a slight sound. She put her palms on the table and looked sideways at Liu Zhong: "But Wen Xianlu is not someone they can offend just because they want to."

The girl's voice is neither soft nor strong, but it carries a trustworthy power.

Liu Jian nodded: "I hope this matter will be investigated as soon as possible."

Chuzheng didn't respond and turned away.

When she walked out of the shop and looked towards the street, she happened to see Xingqiao standing opposite, holding a book in his hand.

Star Bridge...

Chuzheng silently recited a few names several times, then turned around and went upstairs.

Chuzheng dug out Xingqiao's contract and took it into the small room before. She didn't know how long she had been here before Chuzheng came out and collapsed on the sofa without any image.

"Xingqiao..."

Chuzheng sighed.

Why did you choose this time?

"Master, what's wrong with you?" The robot rolled over and looked up at the person slumped on the sofa.

"I plan to change your master."

"Ah?" The robot was confused, turned around and said: "Are you going to abandon your husband and your son?"

Chuzheng: "..."

Where did I learn these "messy" words?

Who is the husband and who is the son?

The robot howled for a long time alone. Chuzheng ignored him at all, and finally had no choice but to stop howling. He asked angrily: "Master, you can't tell the truth, can you?"

Chuzheng slapped the contract in front of the robot: "It has been predicted that the next owner of Huangquan Road will be here."

The contract was obviously different from before. There were many more lines on the paper, and Xingqiao's name was also hidden.

Chu Zheng had felt something was wrong before.

Xingqiao was too young, and the color of the flames he used before was also wrong.

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