so dead

It sounded very serious, "Half an hour ago, the funeral home staff called to say that there was a gunshot on the roof. By the time the police arrived, the roof was already full of bullet marks."

Pei Ziang: "Is there any news about Zhang Wei?"

He didn't care how the shooting happened. What he cared about was He Yi's safety.

"Don't worry." Xu Xiu drank his saliva and said, "Yes, he is fine. He has already gone to the police station to make a statement. I heard that there is nothing serious other than being a little shocked."

"That's good." Pei Ziang breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm going to pick him up now, you can say hello to me and don't make it too difficult for him."

Xu Xiu: "Don't worry, no one will be embarrassed by the witnesses."

……

"When I got to the rooftop, they hadn't fought yet." He Yi said with a pale and weak face, "A lot of people are confronting each other on the rooftop just like that gangster movie."

He patted his chest with some fear: "There were too many people and I was afraid of being beaten, so I didn't dare to go into the rooftop to chase them away, and I was afraid that they would fight, so I guarded in the corridor."

Fortunately, there is no surveillance coverage on the roof and corridors, otherwise it would not be so easy for him to get around.

"And then?" Hong Bai asked.

"Then they started fighting." He Yi said, "Then they started shooting."

His luck was really bad enough, after dodging several waves of bullets, he still couldn't wait for the police.After the arm was rubbed by bullets, He Yi also became really angry, and directly used illusion to make them kill each other.

It's not that he doesn't have offensive spells, but it's impossible to use them at all. Not to mention being conspicuous, he is even more afraid of being traced by the metaphysical circle.

He Yi sighed in his heart, those people were really ruthless in attacking, and they didn't intend to give him a way out, so naturally few of them died.

But this is not what worries him the most. What worries him the most is that the leader is so good at it. After killing most of his own people, he actually let him jump off the building, which really worries him.

Although the electric shock baton and the spray had been burned to slag, there was no guarantee that there would not be other clues left behind, so He Yi's whole body was very anxious now.

"Comrade policeman..." After being questioned for a while, He Yi's complexion still didn't improve, "When can I go home and rest?" He said, covering his chest, as if he was not feeling well, " My heart is beating fast."

Hong Bai: "There are a few more questions. You can go home after asking." He changed his pen and said, "Mr. Zhang Wei, why do you suddenly want to go to the rooftop?"

He Yi: "It's a little tiring to be on the night shift. I want to smoke a cigarette and go to the rooftop to blow some air to refresh my mind."

Hong Bai stared at He Yi for a while and said, "I have something to go out first."

He Yi: "Okay..."

"This Zhang Wei has a big problem." Hong Bai said to his colleagues, "What is certain is that he is lying."

Having been engaged in criminal investigation for so many years, Hong Bai is not only a master in observation, but he is also a master.Of course, He Yi's small body movements during the record cannot be concealed from Hong Bai, plus his words are full of loopholes, although it's okay to fool a layman, but trying to fool Hong Bai is just a dream.

"Continue..." Just when Hong Bai was about to continue the interrogation, the phone rang suddenly, and his attention immediately shifted to the caller.

Hong Bai: "Hello..."

It seems that the leaders are about to put pressure on them again.

******

After successfully escaping from the scene, Fan Yu returned to his place without stopping and prepared to leave City H overnight, but something happened, so Fan Yu had to leave as soon as possible.

One is to hide from the limelight, and the other is to hurry back and claim credit.

And at this time, he naturally didn't realize that none of the subordinates who followed originally followed back. He only cared about being happy that he successfully killed the zombie.

The illusion was lifted after half an hour.

At this time, Fan Yu had already packed up his things and threw them into the car.

Memories flooded back, and the moment the disordered memories were corrected, Fan Yu, who realized what a stupid thing he had done, suddenly fell to the ground and rolled over with his head in his arms. This was a side effect of the illusion.

What's ridiculous is that it's not the caster who bears the backlash, but he, the victim.

"No, this is not right!!!" Fan Yu shouted in despair, "It shouldn't be like this, how could it be like this?"

The side effects of the illusion, guilt, and humiliation almost didn't drive this former favorite man crazy.

There seemed to be someone sighing in the distance, and just as Fan Yu was almost crazily repeating that it shouldn't be like this, one person suddenly said——

"What's that supposed to be like?"

When the most terrifying voice he had ever heard in his life sounded again, Fan Yu was so frightened that he couldn't move.The memory of his body recovered, Fan Yu subconsciously covered his stomach and raised his head to look at the person who came...

"Long..." Fan Yu said in fear, "How could it be you?"

Shouldn't he be in the capital?

"You are really a headache." The visitor sighed distressedly and said, "If you don't pay attention, you have caused me so much trouble."

"You said, how should I punish you?"

Chapter 41

When he walked out of the police station, He Yi was still a little out of sorts. He didn't expect that the lies he made up hastily could easily fool them?

He Yi glanced at the police station thoughtfully, could it really be that simple?

But soon he didn't have the time to think about these issues, because he saw Pei Ziang's car parked in front of the police station.

"They notified you?" He Yi opened the co-pilot's door and got in.

"How is it possible?" Pei Ziang reached out and took out the midnight snack from the back seat of the car and handed it to He Yi, "I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and I wanted to bring you food, but when I saw something happened at the funeral parlor, I asked someone to inquire about it."

He Yi: "How long have you been waiting?"

The sky has already turned white, and it will be bright at the end of the day, and I don't know how long Pei Ziang has been waiting.

Pei Ziang: "It didn't take long, just a cigarette." As he spoke, he unscrewed the cap of the pure water, "Eat something to cushion yourself first." As he spoke, he started the car and drove into the parking space not far away.

"I..." He Yi looked at the dazzling array of dishes in the lunch box and said, "I'm feeling a bit stuck right now, maybe I'm not eating fast."

"It's okay." Pei Ziang opened the lozenge box and said, "Don't worry."

He Yi: "..."

He Yi looked at the sumptuous dishes and resigned to his fate, opened his chopsticks, picked up a piece and started to eat.

The familiar smell reminded He Yi that this was made by Pei Ziang himself, and He Yi couldn't refuse the dishes carefully prepared by Pei Ziang.

……

After barely eating half a box of food, He Yi looked at the remaining half box of supper in distress and said, "I may really not be able to eat any more."

After exiting the chat interface, Pei Ziang looked at the troubled He Yi and couldn't help laughing: "Wipe your mouth first." He said and handed the tissue to He Yi.

The vegetable juice stayed on He Yi's mouth, and the somewhat hungry Pei Ziang wanted to kiss Fangze.

He Yi: "Let's go back." It's almost time for Pei Ziang to go to work.

Just now Guan Xuesong called him and told him that he could rest at home for three days temporarily. He was the busiest curator when this happened, so he had to sit in the funeral parlor.

Pei Ziang: "I just asked for leave, can we go somewhere before going home?"

He Yi: "Where?"

"Go to the monastery first to burn incense sticks." Pei Ziang sighed and said, "Comrade He Yi, you have been unlucky recently."

He Yi: "I've never been so lucky..."

The grave was dug up, and his misfortune really permeated his entire life.

Pei Ziang: "..."

It seems to be true!

As an emerging city, City H's history is obviously not that long. Compared with some cities with a long history, City H, which is not so rich in cultural heritage, seems not so spiritual.

The temples they worshiped were typical tourist attractions, so it did not happen that they met eminent monks when they went out.

It was precisely because of this that He Yi dared to visit the temple with Pei Ziang at ease. As a zombie, he always had a natural fear of temples.

After He Yi followed Pei Ziang to burn three sticks of incense and kowtowed a few times, looking at the pious Pei Ziang, He Yi almost couldn't help smoothing his frown.

It's fine in normal times, but once Pei Ziang frowned, his whole demeanor would become a little scary.

The troublesome onlookers seem to be more distressed than him, the troubled one. Is it because he, a zombie, is too heartless, or Pei Ziang is too considerate of others.

"Okay." He Yi stared at Pei Ziang and opened his eyes, "Let's go back." He took out his wallet and put all the cash into the merit box.

He Yi: "..."

The moment the red bills were put into incense, He Yi suddenly felt a little heartache. Although he had saved a lot of antiques and more, He Yi really couldn't reach the level of treating money like dung for a while.

Just as they were about to leave the main hall, they saw a group of tourists pointing around a corner of the hall. He Yi looked a little curious and dragged Pei Ziang up to join in the fun. It turned out that monks were selling peace talismans and souvenirs.

"I'll give you one." He Yi picked up the car decoration with a safe journey written on it.

After speaking, He Yi happily paid the money.

The corner of the former materialist Pei Ziang twitched, and also picked up two amulets: "One for you and one for me." He took out his wallet as he spoke.

Pei Ziang: "..."

He Yi: "..."

He Yi covered his mouth and snickered, just as he took out two more RMB to pay, the monk who sold the souvenirs recited the Buddha's name, and then sorted out the souvenirs on the table, revealing the