I, C, attend the funeral

Just as Zihe pushed open the door, Zhao Yin stretched out his hand to press the back of his neck and pulled him out.

He turned back to look at the face of Xiao Xiao, and saw the cold young man, staring at Li Juanshen who was striding out of the yard with cold eyes at the moment.

Only then did he remember to introduce him, so he put his hand on the shoulder of the little boy, and said with a smile, "This is my cousin, named Li Juanshen."

Anyway, my remnant soul is at least a hundred years old, saying that Li Juanshen is a cousin is definitely not taking advantage!

As soon as Zihe finished speaking, Zhao Yin and Li Juanshen stared at him together.

Zihe looked left and right.

Li Juanshen walked out of the courtyard door and locked it with his backhand.

A gust of wind suddenly blows from the sea, with a hint of the smell of the sea, refreshing the pavement.

Li Juanshen's naturally curly short hair was slightly messed up. He stretched out his big hand to grab the hair casually, and kept his eyes on Zhao Yin.

Looking up and down with a pair of almond eyes, he did not hide the aggression from his body at all.

Why did he feel that the young man in front of him looked so familiar?

Zhao Yin's height was slightly taller than Li Juanshen's. Although he had a lean figure when he was a teenager, he was not weak when Li Juanshen looked at him.

He raised his chin slightly, his thick eyebrows pressed down on his long eyes, which were slightly narrowed, and his face was cold and overwhelming.

After seeing the facial features under Li Juanshen's beard clearly, the icy chill on his face gradually receded, but the aloof coolness became stronger and stronger.

Zihe stood next to Little Terrible, feeling a bit oppressive.

What the hell happened today?How come there is... an inexplicable aura of arrogance?

When people see it, they want to bow down and salute in a low voice or something.

Taking a deep breath, Zihe was about to reach out and pat Little Terrible on the back in order to regain some ground and boost his momentum.

In the end, he just stretched out his hand, and met the gaze of Shang Xiaoding, a strange feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart. In a trance, he seemed to see the cold and noble man in gray robes in his dream.

In a daze, Zhao Yin stretched out his hand and patted Zihe's forehead, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up, showing a gentle smile.

"Let's go, I'll drive you to the hospital first, and then I'll go to school. Can your cousin drive? I'll leave the jeep to you two?" Zhao Yin's voice was still clear and clear, the familiar tone of a teenager.

Li Juan took a deep look at Zhao Yin, thinking of the information he found about this young man——

Precocious, a top student, good sports performance, and even participated in a painting competition.

Is a very good kid.

Why did Zhang Zihe hang on to such a child?

What if I take someone else's child and break it?

Lao Li, who was so worried, nodded, "I can drive."

Zhao Yin nodded, pulled Zihe to his left without leaving a trace, and walked in the middle with big strides.

Zihe secretly followed Xiao Yaoming, looking at Zhao Yin's side face—the young Gu Pan remained indifferent.

It seems that I am overthinking, right?

A group of three walked towards the garage with their own concerns in the early morning sun.

Kelie sat in front of the French window, watching the three of them walk away, with unpredictable and profound expressions on his face.

This cat face has crossed the limit of emotions that cats can express, and it is becoming less and less like a cat face.

As the only soul that has awakened the memory of its previous life, it sighed, looking at those three people, couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

The world is drunk and I am alone, alas, lonely.

……

……

As the jeep shuttled through the traffic in the morning rush hour, Zhao Yin squeezed a bottle of yogurt and handed it to Zihe.

Zihe took it, tore off the yogurt cover, licked the yogurt on the cover, and began to suck and eat the yogurt.

Zhao Yin took out another sausage from his pocket and handed it to Zihe.

Zihe took the sausage, and after tearing open the sausage without a word, Kang started to eat the chaff.

A mouthful of yogurt, a mouthful of sausage, and a mouthful of bread brought out by myself, it was a joy to eat.

"..." Li Juanshen was sitting in the back row, staring fiercely at the two people in front with a pair of almond eyes, and there was a muffled rumble in his stomach.

……

……

Binhai No.1 People's Hospital is located in a prosperous area 2km away from Lanwan Community.

Surrounded by the bustling commercial and residential areas of the old city, although the flow of people is not as good as that of the new district, it is still relatively lively.

Little Terrible parked the car in the garage, gave Li Juanshen the key, and then walked away with his huge schoolbag on his back.

Zihe wiped his hands and mouth with a napkin, looked at the back of the little girl who left gracefully, and even hiccupped.

Li Juanshen looked at Zhao Yin's back and snorted, "This kid treats you very well. If he knows who you are..."

Zihe curled his lips, it doesn't matter if he knows what kind of person he is, but if he knows what kind of ghost he is, I'm afraid he will be hungry for an official hammer, no good brother will do it.

The two walked through the underground garage to the elevator.

In the early morning, there was no one in the underground garage of the hospital. It was cold and dark, and the sound of dripping water in the distance could echo in the basement.

Zihe walked firmly in front, full of food and drink.

Li Juanshen frowned slightly, he always felt that the coldness in the garage downstairs was exaggerated, and he didn't know if it was because he didn't eat breakfast, or he didn't sleep well last night.

There seemed to be an endless stream of cold air rolling towards him all around.

After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.

But in the dim garage, there is only a monotonous metal color, and there are neither people nor many cars.

He frowned, but before he turned around and walked forward, the vague footsteps seemed to resound again.

He stiffened and didn't look back. When he took the fifth step, the vague footsteps seemed to be a little closer to him.

Li Juan turned his head sharply and scanned half of the garage, but there was still nothing unusual.

There are no human beings who can make footsteps.

He frowned deeply, and felt a strange feeling in his heart—what's wrong with him?

How suspicious.

But before he turned around and continued walking, there was a gust of cool wind blowing on the back of his neck, as if someone was blowing cold air on the back of his neck.

All kinds of strange hospital stories suddenly filled my heart.

Some abandoned babies who died in the bathroom, some ghosts in the morgue who didn't know they were dead, some resentful souls who died in medical accidents, some elevators that started up inexplicably in the middle of the night...

Li Juanshen held his breath slightly, staring at the back of Zhang Zihe in front of him, but concentrated his energy behind him.

Before entering the elevator room ahead, there is a corner, which is slightly dim.

When Li Juanshen walked into that section of the road, he plucked up the courage to reach out and touch behind him - a coolness passed through the palm of his hand, and he got goose bumps all over his body.

After passing through the darkness and coming to the bright place, Li Juanshen stood in front of the elevator, looking at his own figure reflected in the hazy mirrored elevator door, he was still tall and strong indistinctly.

There is no vague figure behind him, nor any strange black shadow.

He resisted the urge to ask Zhang Zihe if he felt something was wrong, and walked into the elevator pretending to be calm.

The lights in the elevator flickered, and Li Juanshen frowned and raised his head to glance at the lights above his head.

Zihe also looked up.

He stretched out his hand in front of him to look at his palm, felt the air around his lower body, and then lowered his head to look at the shadow of himself and Li Juanshen.

Seeing Zihe's movements, Li Juanshen also lowered his head to look at his own shadow, but he didn't see anything.

But Zihe gradually frowned—in his eyes, his shadow was fine, nothing had changed.

But Li Juanshen's shadow was shaking slightly, as if an external force was affecting his shadow.

On the first floor, the elevator door opened and two women walked in.

Like Zihe, he lowered his head and looked at the shadows of the two women. Like Li Juanshen, their shadows were shaking.

When the elevator stopped on the third floor, Zihe took Li Juanshen out of the elevator.

He stood in the corridor, looking at the shadow of every passing patient or doctor.

After standing for a while, Zihe's face darkened.

"What's the matter?" Li Juanshen stood beside him, looking at the people around him in a daze, not understanding what Zihe's expression meant.

Since he stepped out of the elevator, he feels better.

Li Juanshen, who has always been atheist, immediately felt that the strange sense of fear just now was because the underground garage was too dark and cold, and he was just suspicious.

"Something's wrong..." Zihe raised his head and looked around the surrounding corridors. Everyone seemed to be fine, but the abnormality of their shadows was definitely not accidental.

Walking towards Room 306, Father Zhao has already packed his things and put on his own clothes.

"Uncle, how are you? Is there any problem with the routine inspection?" Zihe greeted Zhao's father enthusiastically as soon as he opened the door.

Father Zhao immediately nodded with a smile and said, "There is nothing wrong with it. It must be flu. I heard that the patient with high fever who came in with me has been discharged from the hospital in the past two days."

Zihe smiled and opened the door, biting it against the iron door behind the door, and then introduced Li Juanshen to Zhao's father.

After Zhao's father and Li Juanshen greeted each other politely, just like Li Juanshen, they sized each other up.

Zihe looked at the two of them, although they both had smiles on their faces, they scanned each other up and down unceremoniously—is this an occupational disease of the police?

After the door opened, two nurses were walking to the door, glanced inside, and asked, "Have the discharge procedures been completed?"

Zhao's father immediately said, "I got up early and got it all done."

The nurse nodded and made a record in the notebook in her hand.

When they lifted their feet to leave, the registered nurse sighed and said to the nurse beside him, "Why am I so depressed today?"

"Yeah, I feel very tired." Another nurse responded.

Zihe caught their conversation, turned his head to look at their shadows, and sure enough, they were also trembling.

This situation...is it as if the whole hospital is shrouded in a feng shui bureau of catastrophe?

What Feng Shui Bureau?

Zihe couldn't help but walked through the long corridor of the hospital and walked towards the central area - this is an open corridor with four escalators on all sides of the corridor. Looking down from the railing of the corridor, you can see the hall on the first floor.

Everyone's shadow was shaking, and the people who walked by seemed to have no energy.

Only my own shadow is stable.

Is it because he is a ghost?

The entire hospital can be seen as a huge irregular oval building.

The central area is circular, with corridors stretching out on both sides, and on both sides of the corridor are wards or consultation rooms.

There are a total of 10 floors, which is considered a large-scale tertiary hospital.

Zihe walked around the circle until he reached the window, and at the same time looked at the architectural pattern outside the window.

And just as Zihe was standing on the third floor looking at everything around him, the elevator on the first floor opened, and a group of good-looking young men walked out of the elevator, holding a bag in his hand.

In the bag is his phone, wallet, and a night-vision head-mounted camera.

The young man looks handsome, but his eyes are blue and his eyes are slightly dull.

Occasionally, when he was in a trance, he would suddenly blink his eyes and twitch his head slightly, and then quickly returned to normal, walking steadily but monotonously towards the hospital door.

If Zhao Yin were here at this moment, he would see that the samadhi flames on the young man's shoulders and head were weak and seemed to be extinguished at any moment.

And this person is none other than Bian Zhuo, the anchor of Huanfu Building who tried his hand at risk.

Pushing open the large glass door of the hospital, he walked out of the hospital with every step the same distance, bringing the trembling shadow behind him.

Soon, he shuttled through the crowd at work and could not be found again.

……

Zihe returned to the ward, helped Zhao's father with two bags of fruit from visiting friends, smiled and joked with Zhao's father, walked to the elevator, and kept searching the surroundings with his eyes, trying to find some important information. To unravel the mystery in front of you.

Li Juanshen held the key and didn't speak much, but it was just that he didn't eat breakfast. He felt as tired and hungry as if he hadn't eaten all day and moved bricks all day.

When he got out of the elevator, he was even a little distracted.

When Li Juanshen drove Zihe and Zhao's father out of the hospital in a jeep, Zihe still didn't stop looking around at everything he could see.

Until he returned to his home in Linhai Lanwan, Zihe was still thinking about which puzzle all the information he saw pointed to.

Li Juanshen threw himself onto the sofa, turned on his phone and ordered a big breakfast.

He was hungry, thirsty, and tired. He drank a large tank of water, but he still didn't feel energetic.

Zihe looked at Li Juanshen's shadow and found that his shadow was still shaking.

In other words, leaving the hospital environment, the influence of the Feng Shui Bureau on people still has not disappeared.

He walked up to Li Juanshen and looked at his face.

Before the old...Xiao Li got angry, Zihe finally saw something.

"Yintang is blue, and there are red marks between the eyebrows... What kind of face is this? The old temple master told me..." Zihe tried hard to remember while hammering his palms.

Li Juanshen raised his head and stared at Zihe, not understanding what this guy was doing so magically.

Although tired, he was still planning what to do today.

If Zhang Zihe didn't do anything else, he couldn't just stay in this room with the other party stupidly - he was going to upload a photo of the jug, and then search for the provenance of this antique.

Zihe didn't know that Li Juanshen was so foolish as to think that the jug he had lived in for more than a hundred years was some kind of precious antique. He walked around the room while constantly rearranging the information in his mind.

When Li Juanshen came back with the courier and opened the door before stepping in, Zihe suddenly shouted: "I see!"

Li Juanshen trembled from fright, he was weak enough today, and was particularly easy to be frightened.

Grasping the takeaway in his hand, he gave Zihe a sideways glance, then walked to the table, ready to eat.

Zihe twitched the corner of his mouth, walked to sit down opposite Xiao Li, sighed while resting his chin, and snorted, "You are still in the mood to eat."

Li Juanshen raised his eyelids, not planning to talk to Zihe.

Zihe watched Xiao Li unpack the takeaway, and couldn't help but think:

Doesn't Xiao Li eat a beard?

Why do you want to grow a beard? Isn't it nice to have a clean baby face?

Look at the other person's face carefully, it's really handsome, if you shave off your beard, you probably won't believe that he is a bad guy - as an undercover agent, you must maintain your mighty and evil image, right?

Poor baby-faced Li Juanshen.

Zihe tilted his head and looked at Xiao Li, remembering the senior brother who was carrying him around in the memory he recovered last night, his eyes softened when he looked at Li Juanshen.

Was this guy his elder brother in his previous life?

So, why did it happen again in this life?

Like Kret, did he come to collect debts because he had something to do with him in his previous life?

Zihe was confused by too many recent events——

I have a master, who seems to be a terribly small last life.

I have a senior brother, who seems to be Li Juanshen's previous life.

In the memory of the previous life, there was also a Sixth Senior Brother who liked to pester him and take care of him... In the end, he was nailed to a tree and sucked his soul, leaving only one soul, seven souls and a body, which was also refined into a bronze armor corpse.

Really complicated relationships.

Then why did he appear in a flagon in Zixuan Temple in the end?

What is the relationship between the old temple master Chen Ju's last life and him?

Why are you willing to guard him for the rest of your life?

Knocking on the head, he can only know all the stories of his previous life if he finds more of his own soul energy, absorbs and replenishes his remnant soul, and recovers more memories.

Putting these aside for now, Zihe looked at the bearded little Li.

As a fierce ghost without any vision, Zihe didn't disturb the consciousness of the other's appetite at all, so he said to himself:

"The hospital has a 'Lengshou Life and Death Bureau'. You came to the hospital with me in the morning, accidentally broke into this Feng Shui Bureau, and was deprived of at least a few months of life... What a pity."

After Zihe finished speaking, he pretended to be regretful and sighed.

Li Juan raised his eyebrows deeply and looked up at Zihe, chewing the steak vigorously in his mouth, with the look of "what nonsense are you talking about".

Ke Lie also strolled to the table at this time, jumped on the table with a thud, sat on the side of Zihe, and looked at Li Juanshen's face face to face like Zihe.

When the bearded Li was about to knock Klie off the table, Klie shook his head in his face.

Immediately, it stretched out its claws and pulled Zihe's cell phone over, and then clicked on the cell phone under Li Juanshen's gaze.

"?" Li Juan took a deep look at Zihe, and saw that Zihe looked indifferent - he didn't look surprised at a cat playing with his phone.

???

He put down the fork in his hand, stood up slightly, and looked at the mobile phone in front of Klie—is this cat just playing around?

Are you using your phone as a cat toy?

and many more……

"Uh..." Li Juanshen grabbed a napkin and spat out the beef in his mouth. Then he pointed to the mobile phone in front of Klie and said, "This...is this the word it wrote?"

Zihe poked his head over and saw Kelie on the phone, struggling to say a few words:

【Bird is right, you】

"It can use a mobile phone???" Li Juanshen's voice raised a few degrees, and when he was shocked, Ke Lie had already written two words on the mobile phone:

【robbed】

"Your cat can use a mobile phone?" Li Juan patted the table in shock, trying to attract Zhang Zihe's attention.

Ke Zihe always said, "Yes, yes, how about it?" ’ With a calm expression, he shrugged and smiled helplessly at Li Juanshen.

At this time, Kret had already written a few more words on the phone:

[Life is over. 】

Immediately, Kelie raised his head, and indifferently pushed the phone in front of Li Juanshen.

"Your cat can use a mobile phone!" The bearded man couldn't pay attention to what was written on the mobile phone at all. He stared at the mobile phone, looked at Zhang Zihe in disbelief, and then at Klie.

"Can it still write? It wrote these words by itself? Does it know these words? Does it know what these words mean?" Li Juanshen stared at the mobile phone in front of him, wanting to pick it up to have a look, but felt that the mobile phone looked like The scourge.

"Of course it knows the meaning of these words, and there are plenty of them." Zihe glanced at Klie.

Thinking of the wechat that the big cat sent to himself before, I don't know what relationship he had with this cat in his previous life.

"It...it can actually write? Why? How did you train it?" Li Juanshen felt a little confused.

This is a cat, right?He tapped his head and felt a little dizzy. Did he hallucinate?

Did Zhang Zihe drug him?

"Whether it can write or not is not important. What matters is that you have been robbed of your life. I suspect that not only you, but many people in the hospital may have been robbed of their lives. If it is really a life-and-death situation, we have to return to the hospital as soon as possible." Hospital, just find the 'Lantern of Longevity' from the Feng Shui Bureau." Zihe frowned, the Feng Shui Bureau was discovered in the hospital, and it is likely that the person who arranged it was in the hospital.

The "Lantern Lantern" selected by the person who made the layout might still be in the hospital—the so-called "Lantern Lantern" is just the cornerstone of this Fengshui Bureau, but this kind of Fengshui Bureau's cornerstone is often a people.

The layout person will choose a haunted house and arrange the main Feng Shui layout in the room.

Find another person and let this person become a 'Lantern of Longevity'. Wherever the person who is a Lantern of Life goes, the distance from this place to the haunted house is the radiation area of ​​the Jieshou Bureau—the distance of all the radiation areas. People's lives are being robbed.

People with strong body and strong yang energy are less likely to be robbed, and those with weak yang energy are more likely to be robbed.

The life-and-death game of Burning Shou will last the lifespan of the robbed person, and the person who arranges it will increase the lifespan-how much robbed, how much it will increase.

Until the person who burns the longevity lamp dies.

Such a sinister Feng Shui bureau, in today's era where spiritual energy is thin, was absolutely impossible to arrange successfully.

Zihe suspected that the other party also possessed something that originally belonged to him, as well as a trace of his soul energy attached to it.

Qian Shen's physical body is dying faster and faster. He has to suck more evil spirits and evil people as soon as possible, and suck back his own soul energy as soon as possible——as soon as possible, all his souls can be dressed in blood, so that he can change into a new physical body.

Thinking of this, he knocked on the table to attract Li Juanshen's attention - he was ready to go.

Now that you have figured out what this feng shui bureau is, you need to start taking action immediately.

In case the person who arranged the layout kills the 'Lengshou Lantern' before he finds the 'Lengshou Lantern' - this game ends perfectly, he may never find the person who arranged the layout, and the same, he will never find it again My own soul is angry.

When Zihe knocked on the table, Li Juanshen finally raised his head to look at Zihe, but his eyes didn't stay on Zihe's face for more than 2 seconds, and he immediately turned to the big cat, Klie.

This cat... can really write...

Kelei sat on the table majesticly, staring back at Li Juanshen - it felt that it had finally won the round.

Although... relying on the strange combination of 'I am a cat' and 'I can write'.

"You actually have a cat who can write and use a mobile phone..." Li Juanshen finally absorbed the information. He stared at the mobile phone in front of him and pinched it to confirm that it was an ordinary mobile phone.

With this new cognition right now, he had to overthrow many, many cognitions in the past.

Is it possible that the 'eternal life' advocated by the cult he has been following is true?

Since cats can write...

Also, the cult has always been doing murder, refining corpses, and practicing cannibalism... Is it possible that it is not a scam, but an evil and terrifying method of cultivation, a real method of cultivation?

Since cats can write...

Then... In this way, the degree of danger of the cult organization he has been tracking... all previous assessments are invalidated, and a complete re-evaluation is required!

The degree of danger of this organization is probably going to double!Although their team is equipped with the highest technical personnel, but... it is obviously too few.

Is it possible that this cult organization can really drive their so-called Bronze Armored Corpse?

Since cats can write...

But... He came to such a conclusion and reported it to the higher authorities. Can he be trusted?Would the superiors think he was crazy?

But... cats can really write...

Li Juanshen was completely immersed in his own thoughts - collapse, reorganization, collapse again, reorganization, overthrow the past world view, reorganization, overthrow completely, reorganization...

"Did you listen to me?" Zihe stretched out his arms unbearably, and pushed Li Juanshen's shoulder.

If this had been the past, Li Juanshen would have responded with a fist.

But at this moment, Li Juanshen just looked at Zihe with erratic eyes, opened and closed his lips, but didn't say anything.

"Hey! I said I'm going to the hospital! Whether you allow it or not, I will go." After finishing speaking, Zihe walked around the dining table.

Li Juanshen squeezed the phone, still muttering in pain: "Why can cats write...why do cats write..."

Li Juanshen, an undercover atheist special police officer, suddenly felt helpless——

He had expected that if he dared to report the truth to the organization, he would be deemed to have a mental problem, and then he would be recalled and sent to a mental hospital.

But if he does not report to the higher authorities, he will become a helpless Jedi warrior...

Glaring at Klie fiercely, when Klie raised his head proudly because he scared the other party, Li Juan stretched his arms all over his body, grabbed the back of Klie's neck again and lifted him up, and then began to pinch Klie's neck and legs After confirming Kled's pulse and heartbeat, the tossing Kled screamed, and he finally gave up struggling.

Turning around slowly, he said to Zhang Zihe who was about to go out:

"You f*cking... from accepting the mission to steal an inexplicable broken wine jug... nothing good happened..."

"When I found out that you actually took a high school senior with a hammer to catch ghosts, I should have known... I should have known..."

"What did you just say? What longevity and calamity?"

"Where are you going? Stop!" Seeing that Zihe was actually putting on his shoes, Li Juanshen was suddenly alert.

He threw away Klie, who had been tossed half of his life by him, and stepped in front of Zihe.

"..." Zihe turned his head helplessly, looked at Li Juanshen who was a little lost, and sighed.

Alas, Kled, the big cat who committed crimes, was frightened out of his wits.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

As the only soul that has awakened the memory of its previous life, it sighed, looking at those three people, couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

The world is drunk and I am alone, alas, lonely.

Author: The only one who has awakened past life memory?

Zhao Yin: Heh...

Zihe: Hehe.

【Small Theater 2】

Li Juanshen: I should have known... I should have known... I'm so stupid... I'm so stupid...

Author: What a pity, distressed (but not!).