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The distance of two steps and Zheng Jing's surprise, by the time Zheng Jing reacted and stepped forward, the man was already dead.

The knife almost pierced the throat, cut the carotid artery and the trachea, the man's last few short breaths were covered with blood foam, even at this moment, the man was still laughing.

It can be seen from his eyes that he is proud of the police's failure again, even if the price is his own life.

All Zheng Jing could do was to save the scene, take a few photos for filing, and then call the police and an ambulance—even if the man was not breathing.

The matter seemed to end in an unexpectedly simple way. What the man said in the community before, with multiple witnesses, was enough to convict him this time and the previous Dahuaishu murder case.

Zheng Jing couldn't tell whether she was in a relaxed or heavy mood at the moment, but when she dialed out the phone and waited to be connected, her heart suddenly sank.

"Giggle."

It was obvious that the call was from the police force, but the voice that came out of the phone was a creepy laugh.

The sound of the laughter was very immature, but Zheng Jing almost shivered, and the sharp sense of danger pierced her heart.

The string of Buddha beads on her wrist suddenly became hot, so hot that Zheng Jing shook her hand and threw the phone out, making a crisp crashing sound in such a quiet and remote place.

The burning sensation gradually receded, and Zheng Jing could still feel the heat from the beads, but at least it was not as unbearable as before.

Zheng Jing's first reaction was to look at the man's body.

The corpse lay quietly like this, seemingly unchanged.

Later, Zheng Jing belatedly realized that the weird laughter just now sounded more like the laughter of a young child, or even a baby.

Why is it a baby again?!

Zheng Jing felt that she was getting a little nervous when thinking about the ghost baby. The last time she saw the power of the ghost baby in the police force, she knew that it was impossible to escape faster than the ghost baby, so her eyes quickly fell on the mobile phone on the ground.

Almost instantly, Zheng Jing pounced on the phone to pick it up, and soon made another call.

However, the fact is not as Zheng Jing wished, the phone is broken.

"Damn it." Zheng Jing cursed in a low voice, had no choice but to put the mobile phone in her pocket, and rushed towards the motorcycle not far away while clutching the stick.

"Don't go there, come back." The familiar voice made Zheng Jing stop subconsciously, and looked around quickly, with nervousness and anxiety in her expression.

Then, Zheng Jing saw Xia Qing appearing suddenly, at the place where she ran just now, and there was no one there half a minute ago!

"Why are you in a daze, run this way!" Xia Qing's expression was also a little nervous, seeing Zheng Jing turned cold, she stretched out her hand to grab her, then turned her head and ran away.

"Motorcycle..." Zheng Jing subconsciously pointed in the direction she was running just now, but when she turned her head back and saw the scene, she shut up. There was clearly a pale, naked baby lying on the motorcycle On the ground, the eyes with almost no whites were staring at him with malice.

After running with Xia Qing for a while, passing the man's body, Zheng Jing finally came to her senses: "Why are you here?!"

"Why did you say that?" Xia Qing replied briefly, with an anxious tone of gunpowder in her tone, and after she finished speaking, her lips were tightly pressed together again.

Xia Qing was actually nervous.

Zheng Jing quickly realized this, held Xia Qing tightly and held her hand, and instead she ran to the old building with Xia Qing: "Don't worry, Xiaoyi and the others should also indicate that the group is here soon." , we'll be fine for a while."

Although, Zheng Jing has no confidence in whether the arrival of a group can help the current situation.

"I came in by tearing open the space." Xia Qing said quickly, suddenly stopped and pulled out her hand, turned around and took out two small wooden figures from her pocket, took off the talisman paper on it and threw it out, then turned back to grab it Zheng Jing pointed in the direction, "Let's go in."

Zheng Jing didn't dare to delay, and only ran together with Xia Qing: "Space...what do you mean?"

"Curse the baby ghost to devour the power of the newborn evil ghost, creating a spiritual space, in which it can even specify rules to a certain extent." Xia Qing briefly explained the situation in a more understandable way, " I am one step late, you are already trapped inside, I can only come in."

When Xia Qing arrived, Zheng Jing had already been involved in the cursed ghost baby space, where Zheng Jing's life was in mortal danger at any time, Xia Qing didn't dare to spend time outside to find a way to solve this space .

She can only rush in "recklessly", look at Zheng Jing, and put Zheng Jing by her side, even if there is no way to get out.

Zheng Jing quickly understood what Xia Qing meant.

"So that baby is your curse?"

Xia Qing paused, and finally nodded.

Zheng Jing showed a slight smile, and wrapped Xia Qing's hand tightly: "Fortunately, we are together."

Chapter 126 The Child's Eyes ([-])

"It's a good thing we're together."

An exclamation made Xia Qing couldn't help but glanced at Zheng Jing. The expression on her face was the same as her tone when she spoke. There was no panic, let alone fear, and she was full of calm.

Zheng Jing said what she really thought in her heart.

Xia Qing raised the corners of her lips: "Obviously without me coming in, you were finished just now." This is of course referring to the trap at the motorcycle before.

"Haha, that's right." Zheng Jing didn't mind Xia Qing's complaints, scratching her head and laughing.

While talking, the two also entered the old building and turned into a small room without a door.

The whole space suddenly became smaller.

"Is there any problem here?" Zheng Jing didn't know what Xia Qing threw out just now, but it seemed to hold back the cursed ghost baby.

"This is the space for that thing, there are problems everywhere." Xia Qing said while busy.

Not to mention the powder and red string that Zheng Jing has seen before, a few wooden figurines with talismans on them, a string of bells that won't ring, and some random things that always dazzle Zheng Jing.

The most amazing thing is that Zheng Jing watched Xia Qing take out a mobile phone and stuff it into her arms.

"Hold this, the audio volume is ready, turn it on when I tell you to play it." Xia Qing only ordered this, and then snatched the stick from Zheng Jing's hand without saying a word.

Before Zheng Jing had time to say anything, she watched Xia Qing take out a bunch of yellow paper to wrap her stick tightly, and then--

He took out the lighter and lit the yellow paper with a torch.

"..." Zheng Jing's mood was a bit complicated.

In any case, the stick has been with her for several years, because the police suit is not very easy to use, and it is too bulky to carry around. Zheng Jing searched for a long time on xbao to find this match on her waist. Not an eye-catching good thing.

However, the fire didn't last long. I don't know what kind of material the yellow paper is made of. It only took a few seconds for the fire to burn out completely, and the swinging stick returned to the original shape in Zheng Jing's hand.

"This one is for you." Xia Qing pointed to the swinging stick on the ground, and as she spoke, she took out the last thing - a wooden sword. Only then did Zheng Jing know why Xia Qing was carrying such a long bag.

No matter how entangled in her heart, Zheng Jing still moved quickly and took the swing stick in her hand. The swing stick was still a little hot, but Zheng Jing could bear it.

At this time, it is better to have a weapon in your hand than nothing, even if the weapon can't do anything at all.

"Maybe you have a chance to know what it's like to hit a ghost." Xia Qing held the mahogany sword in her hand, glanced at Zheng Jing, and smiled.

Sure enough, after a moment of surprise, Zheng Jing looked at the "old man" in her hand with a slightly strange look.

"Here we come." Xia Qing's voice cooled down, and the mahogany sword in her hand began to draw lines on the ground that Zheng Jing could not understand. I feel a little mysterious.