I, C, attend the funeral

The young man in front of the mirror had a calm expression, and the light green glow in his pupils had long since dissipated.

Zihe reached out and pulled a piece of paper, and wiped the mirror.

The bathrooms in the pet hospital are small and all are private.

Thinking that no one was around anyway, he rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved T-shirt.

What I saw in the mirror was just an ordinary male arm with a few strange dark spots scattered here and there.

But in Zihe's eyes, it was his own blood-red soul in his arm-after ingesting human souls, the blood clothes would actually wear out faster than ingesting ghosts.

Today I sucked the remnants of three people, and the forearms of my arms were all dyed red.

He reached out and touched his arms, and the causal locks on the forearms of both arms faded away...

Is the cause and effect between him and Kret cleared up?

Just now, the doctor has pushed Kelie out of the ward and entered the stage of recuperation and recovery—although he will be hospitalized for observation for a few days, but Kelie is very tenacious, and he believes that he can survive it.

The weather outside the pet hospital is still fine, with blue sky and white clouds, and the cool breeze blowing through the autumn air brings a touch of coolness.

Zihe wiped his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and walked out of the bathroom.

In the corridor, Xiao Xiao was standing against the wall, with his bulging schoolbag beside him.

Liu Jun glanced at Zhao Yin's schoolbag from time to time—the schoolbag was bulging with the things inside, and the edges and corners could be seen faintly.

What kind of murder weapon is this?

Whenever the little guy raised his head, Liu Jun would say "Master" with a smile, even though the little guy didn't pay much attention to him.

In Liu Jun's heart, the cat in the hospital was not an ordinary cat at all—these two masters, hunting ghosts in the middle of the night, easily earned tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

How could you raise an ordinary cat?

Absolutely impossible!

Although his eyes stared at Xiao Xiao, but his mind was spinning rapidly:

Psychic cat?

Cat Fairy?

Cat demon?

His imagination is very limited, but he always feels uneasy in his heart.

His driver didn't open his eyes and almost offended the two masters.

If this unusual cat was indirectly killed because his corgi robbed the doctor...then...he might not be in trouble.

So, when Zihe was begging for a mobile phone to give red envelopes to the doctors and nurses in the hospital, Liu Jun stopped him and said very seriously:

"Today, my blind dog almost delayed the rescue of your pet, master. I have to pay you two for it. The red envelope must not be given by the master."

After finishing speaking, Liu Jun waved his hand towards the door, and the driver from before immediately walked in with a stack of red envelopes.

Liu Jun nodded, and the driver began to distribute red envelopes to the doctors and nurses, saying, "The best medicine! The best nutrition! The best care! Be sure to take good care of Master's big cat." !"

If it's accompanied by music, it's almost like rapping.

The middle-aged doctor Zhang accepted the red envelope. He didn't want it at first, but looked up at Liu Jun, and then stuffed it into the pocket of his white coat.

Then, ignoring Liu Jun's wink, he said directly to Zihe and his party: "The big cat is called Kelie, right? We will take good care of it here. Your whole family is surrounded here, like a doctor."

When the doctor said this, he stared at Li Juanshen with disgust——

Just this guy, with a big arm and a round waist, let alone the pet owners, even the big pets are afraid when they see it.

"It will affect the work of the hospital, leave your contact information, and go home and wait. If you have time, come and see it every day. If you don't have time, you can put it here and live in the hospital. When you are done, we will call you to come and pick you up."

After all, he waved his hand impatiently.

This group of people blocked the corridor, and no one in line dared to move forward.

Liu Jun was terrified when he heard these words——Dr. Zhang, you don't know the capabilities of these people.

If you offend others, you can easily set up a feng shui bureau, and your hospital will close down in minutes!

Master and his party were not as unhappy as Liu Jun thought.

After hearing this, Zihe nodded quickly and said, "Then trouble the doctors and nurses."

Liu Jun didn't heave a sigh of relief until he sent Zihe and his party out of the pet hospital.

The little driver stood beside him, looking towards the few people who were sitting in the jeep outside the door, he couldn't help asking: "Boss, who are they?"

It was okay for the little driver not to ask, but when he asked, Liu Jun slapped him on the back of the head with his backhand.

"Who! Who! I always told you before, grow your eyes, grow your head, look more and think more! Those two are Taoist celestial masters, catch ghosts and look at Fengshui-these people are very evil, want to You're going to die, you don't even have a chance to resist!"

Fortunately, the big cat's iron-clad vitality managed to survive such a serious injury.

otherwise……

Think of that boy's hammer!Think of the fake celestial master who is scared to pee!

Who set up the double corpse hugging array in Room 601?Aren't they all knowledgeable people like them!

Liu Jun looked at the relative's nephew who was driving for him in front of him, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he was, he slapped his big hand, and started a concert on the back of the little driver's head.

……

……

"Fu Hui, the old teacher among the suspects in the Ranshou Life and Death Bureau, her house is nearby, do you want to go and have a look?" Li Juanshen turned to ask Zihe while steering the steering wheel.

Zhao Yin was the first to say: "Let's go."

Zihe nodded, and the group hurried to the residential area of ​​the female teacher Fu Hui's house.

Through the window of the jeep, there is misty gray air outside the window——

Little Terrible and Li Juanshen seemed unable to see the shallow layer of gray fog.

At this moment, the gray fog is much lighter than before—it is obvious that the whole life and death situation of Burning Shou began to shrink after the shadow puppet in Bian Zhuo's nasal cavity was killed.

Bian Zhuo is still alive, but the life-and-death situation has begun to shrink. From this point of view, it is very likely that it is not Bian Zhuo who is used as the longevity lamp, but the shadow puppet that got into Bian Zhuo's body.

The planner's trick is foolproof - let the shadow puppet be used as a longevity lamp, and then let the shadow puppet parasitize Bian Zhuo.

Then, under the influence of the shadow puppet, Bian Zhuo, the host, will die soon, and the shadow puppet, the Longevity Lantern, will naturally also die, so the life-and-death game of Burning Shou is also considered to be over.

If something goes wrong and the shadow puppet is released by someone, it will die soon without a host (even if another host is found, the "death mission" will be completed by killing the host) - then this burning life The game of life and death is the same.

The gray fog in front of me must be shrinking towards the layout of the life and death bureau - when it is completely shrunk into the Fengshui bureau, the longevity work of the life and death bureau will be completed.

All the robbed lifespans will be attached to the people who arrange the benefits.

He had to break the game before the gray mist completely returned to the layout of the life and death game, so that Li Juanshen and the others who had their lives robbed could return the same way.

"Hey, let me tell you, are there any ghosts in the Jieshou Fengshui bureau you mentioned?" Li Juanshen asked hesitantly while driving at high speed.

"It's hard to say." Zihe shook his head, "According to my knowledge of feng shui, I haven't said that there are ghosts in this feng shui bureau anyway."

"Oh." Li Juanshen let go of his snacks, he might not be ready for... hell.

"However..." Zihe sat on the co-pilot and turned his head, and asked Xiao Yaoming: "Among the knowledge you know about catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, is there any information about the life and death situation of Ranshou?"

The old temple master Chen Yu taught him that there are two core things about the Burning Shou Feng Shui Bureau. Killing the Burning Shou Lantern can end the Burning Life and Death Bureau—of course, the end also means completion.

In order to crack and destroy the Feng Shui bureau, eliminating the "evil energy or aura that provides the energy for the operation of the Feng Shui bureau" is a key point.

If you can't find the evil weapon in the Feng Shui Bureau, you can also use the blood of the black dog to sprinkle the four directions of the Feng Shui Bureau, and light a candle in the game to burn the longevity. If the candle turns green, the game will be destroyed if the candle is extinguished.

However, if the candle does not turn green, it means that the person who set up the Fengshui bureau is very powerful-under such circumstances, if you want to break the Fengshui bureau, you can only fight in battle.

...Zihe looked around him, there was just a little guy who could only wield a hammer, and an undercover policeman who was shy (maybe very scared) of the unknown.

He could only pray, hoping that the person who planned the life-and-death game of Burning Shou was just a half-baked guy who didn't know where to learn the layout method.

……

……

The sky is getting late, time is like running water, slowly disappearing.

Kled has completely stopped the bleeding, the effect of the anesthetic is fading, the chaotic dreams that belonged to it are gradually dissipating, and those memories of past sorrows and joys that are unclear have not been able to take it away.

The tingling and slight pain stimulated its nerves and would soon disturb its dreams.

……

Zihe and his party drove into the high-end community. Li Juanshen parked the jeep in the parking space on the ground, rubbed his fists nervously, and then got out of the car.

Zihe didn't know what he was going to face. It was just an artifact that belonged to him, and after taking it away, he would break the game... Or, what unknown danger was more terrifying than shadow puppets.

Zhao Yin stepped out of the jeep with long legs. In the twilight, his shirt was stained with blood, and he held an official hammer in his hand, with a serious expression on his face.

With the help of Li Juanshen's hackers, they easily entered Unit 3 where old teacher Fu Hui lived.

When the elevator slowly ascended, Zhao Yin faced the LCD screen with constantly changing numbers, and said seriously to Zihe and Li Juanshen behind him:

"I'll be at the front in a while, you all don't move around, don't walk around, follow me, be smart, and listen to my instructions at any time. Zihe, if you see anything, tell me in time, but don't act rashly!"

"..." Zihe looked at Xiao Yaoming's tense side face, resisted the urge to praise him for his cuteness, and said solemnly: "Okay! I'll listen to you!"

"..." Li Juanshen, a man who has neither yin and yang eyes nor an official hammer, has a strong body and a head full of fighting skills. He has never been so uncertain in his life...

……

The high-end community where old teacher Fu Hui lives is next to Lijinyuan, just across the road from Minleyuan, an ordinary residential community.

In Minle Garden, Unit 18, Room 0102, a 17-year-old girl tidied up the old and crowded house.

The girl is very thin, not only because she is drawing sticks, but also because she has always been frugal in food and drink on weekdays, and she has worked very hard in her studies and daily chores.

With a calm face, she quietly scrambled a plate of persimmon eggs and put them in a lunch box with the stewed rice—today she asked for leave and was going to the hospital to visit her grandfather.

Grandpa is not his biological grandfather, but the grandfather who picked her up, took her for orthodontic surgery, and worked hard to raise her.

Carrying the lunch box through the living room, the living room has no decorations, and on the table and cabinet, there are all neatly framed awards, one after another.

The girl put on the worn-out white sneakers, packed the keys and lunch box, and opened the door.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on, and the dim light entered the room the moment she opened the door.

On the small cabinet at the door, there is a photo and two awards.

On both certificates, the edges are outlined by a red ribbon pattern.On the golden paper, the girl's name was printed in black block letters:

Zhang Yuanyuan.

In the photo on the side, the girl is standing on the right, smiling youthfully.

On her left, an old man was sitting on a chair, smiling honestly—it was Zhang Lei, the old man in Ward 701.

……

……

In Binhai No.1 People's Hospital, Zhou Shan was smoking in the corridor.

Just now, another patient died. He was also recovering and was ready to take him home for rest. He died of heart failure.

Although it was more than an hour since the last patient died of heart failure, but...

Zhou Shan looked through the window in the corridor a little irritably, looking at the vestibule of the hospital outside the window——

The light of the sunset in the evening is yellow, and the world is shrouded in light, which looks a little warm and a little bit vicissitudes.

Bai Shengnan, an old businessman, was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by her husband to walk around the fountain pool, leisurely and warm.

Zhou Shan thought of Zhang Zihe's conjecture that the murderer was among the three.

The warm old age life does not seem to have any resentment and resentment towards death and aging.

Between Bai Shengnan and his wife, there was a peaceful atmosphere unique to old age.

If such a couple is actually the murderer of 1 deaths from cardiac arrest in Binhai No. 14 Civilian Hospital, it is inevitable...

Zhou Shan scratched his hair.

Many of his subordinates have already returned to the bureau, but he is unwilling to leave, not only because his younger brother asked him to keep an eye on the three old men, but also because he got nothing today——

14 deaths, with the same bizarre cause of death, in the same hospital...they have too many similarities and unreasonable things.

Originally constituted the elements covered by the serial homicide.

But because they were all elderly people living in the hospital, and the autopsy results were normal, they were classified as natural deaths.

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that there are many things that are unusual these days. He seems to have touched on some important events, but he seems to have missed something...

He thought of his younger brother's official hammer, and his mood became more complicated.

When she turned around and turned her head slightly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fu Hui, an old teacher in Ward 701, also strolling out with the support of a young man.

When the old man passed by Zhou Shan, she paused for a moment, then she turned to the young man and said, "You wait for me on the first floor, and I'll have a word with Police Officer Zhou."

The young man nodded, then walked towards the elevator, turning his head every three steps, as if he was a little worried about the old lady.

"Teacher Fu?" Zhou Shan was not in the state of interrogation now, he was much more polite than before.

Fu Hui nodded, sat on the bench beside Zhou Shan, and asked, "Which high school did you graduate from?"

"No. [-] Middle School Affiliated to Lu University." Zhou Shan replied.

"Well, the high school in our city is pretty good." Fu Hui nodded, "But it's still the best in the city."

What she was talking about was the high school she worked for. She devoted most of her life to this school, and sometimes paid more to the students than to her own son—but even if she was resented by her son, she would I have never regretted it.

"I heard that Teacher Fu was hired back to the school to continue teaching after retirement? After you recovered from your illness, did you return?" Zhou Shan naturally did not 'heard', but found out.

Fu Hui nodded decisively when she heard Zhou Shan's words, "Of course."

"Don't you feel tired? You can also enjoy the happiness." Zhou Shan held the cigarette, but never lit it.

He was observing the old lady in front of him, wondering why she suddenly stopped and wanted to chat with him.

"Enjoy happiness? There are indeed some people in this world who live in pursuit of enjoyment. But... people live a mediocre life, what's the point of eating and drinking? After 30 years old, you will start to ask yourself, what is the meaning of life? Sometimes sickness , longing for recovery in the torment. Sometimes in pain, in the torment of sleepless nights, I still want to wake up the next morning. But in the end, endure the pain, endure the torment, and not be afraid of the next pain and torment, why? Fu Hui raised her head, and when she faced Zhou Shan, she showed a kind smile, and there was an intellectual self-confidence in this smile, even...a sense of superiority.

"..." Zhou Shan looked down at her, listening carefully, without speaking.

"You always have to find the reason why you are alive, what is the meaning of everything. I think I can get this thing, this meaning in the process of teaching and educating people." Fu Hui smiled, "A teacher who is iron, a teacher who is flowing water Students. But year after year, class after class, you have taught so many elites. So many children, in the three years you have led, have been reborn, that feeling..."

It's hard for Zhou Shan to describe the smile on Fu Hui's face, but it's not crazy at all, it's even gentle, with a sense of holiness that makes people yearn for.

But... there is also an awesome sense of distance.

Sometimes, people can give up everything for their own pursuit - Zhou Shan felt this kind of temperament in Fu Hui.

There is tenacity in the peaceful smile.

The wrinkles accumulated over the years are full of the wisdom of intellectuals, but... there is a sense of oppression from above.

"..." Zhou Shan still didn't speak, he was afraid that if he spit out some inappropriate words, it would interrupt Fu Hui's original train of thought.

"You said, many people haven't found this meaning, why should they live?" Fu Hui said, looking at the other side of the corridor, the young or old patients who were staggering due to illness——

So much suffering in illness, so much pain in life, lovelorn, divorced, the anxiety of being looked down upon, being eliminated by society, the panic of being inferior to others...why do you still want to live when you wake up in the morning and cry loudly, and in the night weep silently? ?

"It's because of the fear of death." Fu Hui sneered, she stood up slowly while leaning on the handrail, and turned her head to look at Zhou Shan, "You are fine, there is a reluctance in your eyes, hold on to this breath and live a good life Come on, young man."

After that, she turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Zhou Shan smacked his mouth, looked at the back of the old lady who was slowly moving away, and suddenly said:

"For the warmth of the past, and happy memories. For the smile that will appear in the next moment, and the emotion that will break into life tomorrow."

People become brave because of the memory of the past.

Become enthusiastic because of the hope of the future.

"Teacher Fu, you've lived for sixty or seventy years, and you don't really understand it." Zhou Shan squeezed his eyes, said this, and turned to walk to the other side of the corridor.

As he walked, he impatiently flicked the cigarette that had been squeezed in his hand for a long time:

I thought that the old lady would say something meaningful to me when she came over.

In the end, Pingbai listened to her complaining for a long time, an old woman full of negative energy!

Zhou Shan stood by the window at the end of the corridor, pushed open the window, poked his head out, kicked the corner of the wall with his toes, and lit a cigarette in his hand.

He took a deep breath, only to feel that his whole body was smooth——

He would rather spend his whole life with cigarettes than live with a person who talks in a different way, makes sense at first glance, but is full of spiritual poison when he carefully tastes it.

……

In front of the elevator, the old lady Fu Hui tasted Pin Zhoushan's words, and finally a smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

She looked admiringly at the somewhat ruffian figure on the other side of the corridor, the wrinkles on her face completely unfolded.

This is the kind of young man she likes, who has his own ideas, has stars in his eyes, is aggressive in doing things, and will not be self-righteous.

This is the source of her motivation to be a teacher. She is eager to have more enthusiastic and positive young people who have their own ideas. With knowledge as a weapon, they can conquer society in the future instead of being conquered after entering society.

"Drip!" The elevator door opened, and Fu Hui saw Bai Shengnan, a patient in the elevator, being pushed out by her husband.

She smiled at Bai Shengnan, with the pure joy of looking at Zhou Shan in her smile.

Bai Shengnan and his wife were stunned when they saw the old lady Shangfu's smile—it's been so long in the hospital together, it's rare to see a noble intellectual show such an expression to them.

But the two immediately smiled back politely.

Rubbing shoulders is an alternation.

In the elevator, some people go in and some people come out.

……

……

Lijinyuan-3 Unit, the entrance of Room 2901.

Facing the super anti-theft door of the old lady Fu Hui's house, the hammer that was the size of a human head held in Xiao Yaoming's hand was also helpless.

He frowned and looked at the iron gate in front of him, feeling an inexplicable sense of frustration——

He felt that Zihe's gaze behind him seemed to have heat, which made his back feel hot!

Just now he told Zihe and the others to follow him, but when he reached the door, he was helpless.

No matter how you think about it, this face is completely lost.

He only hated himself in this life, for not having the ability to penetrate the sky and reach the earth as described in the memory of the previous life.

There is a lack of aura in this world, and I am a half-entry in this life.

He can neither write usable talismans, nor do he have spells for kneading hands—as a well-known master, he is not even as good as the ghost apprentice behind him who pretends to be a man.

If he had the spiritual energy available, he could use his memory to write a golden knife sharp scissors talisman - used on a fruit knife, it can cut doors and stab walls like broken tofu.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yin faced the anti-theft door for more than [-] seconds and didn't move.

His whole back is stiff.

Zihe didn't know the mental journey of the little one, and he didn't even know that the little one already had memories of the old one.

... In fact, he doesn't even know a thing or two about his old master.

His memory was shattered, and he relied on recovering his soul energy bit by bit to solve his doubts - he thought he was hiding a secret from Zhao Yin, and he was the mysterious Zhang Zihe.

But I don't know... alas.

Zhang Zihe, who was also helpless, turned to look at Li Juanshen.

Xiao Li, who seemed the most useless at first, has already changed a number with his phone...

Ten minutes later, an ordinary-looking man walked out of the elevator with an ordinary bag on his shoulders. After meeting Li Juanshen and nodding in greeting, he passed Zihe, who was waiting impatiently, and the uncomfortable man. Zhao Yin, go to the door.

After one operation, the door opened in less than 3 minutes.

"..." Zhao Yin pursed his lips, with a boyish face. When the ordinary man who opened the door wanted to look at Teacher Fu's house, he pressed the ordinary man's shoulder and pulled it back. Take the first step in.

The ordinary lock picker wanted to follow Zhao Yin in, but his shoulder was held down by Zihe again.

Zihe also pulled the other person back, walked into Room 2901, and looked around the bright and clean room vigilantly, followed closely behind Little Deadly, while observing the surroundings, while protecting Little Deadly.

The ordinary lock picker was about to follow Zihe in again, when his shoulder was pressed again——

Li Juanshen walked up to the other party and glanced at the ordinary lockpicker.These are technical talents from special departments, and their combat and self-protection capabilities are extremely weak.

He shook his head towards the other party, "The task is completed, you should go too, I'm afraid you can't resist the things in this room."

After all, like a death squad member who signed a life and death certificate, he took a last look at the other party, and then stepped into room 2901, and closed the door behind him.

"Bang!" With a sound, the door was locked.

Zihe and Zhao Yin both turned their heads and glanced at Li Juanshen. Both of them put their fingers on their lips, signaling Li Juanshen to keep his voice down.

"..." Li Juan frowned deeply, a little displeased.

He is an undercover special police officer, so he still needs to be taught by them? !

The author has something to say: [Small Theater: How Smiles Disappeared]

Old lady Fu Hui: I just like young people like Zhou Shan, who have ideas and are not self-righteous. I appreciate it!

Qinghou: Teacher Fu, Zhou Shan said that he would rather spend his life with cigarettes than with a woman like you who is full of negative energy and talks a lot.

Old lady Fu Hui: ...

Zhou Shan: Author, have you tm learned how to make small reports?

Qinghou: Swearing at the author is a major demerit!Consequences... Well, you know!

Zhou Shan: ... (crush cigarette butt with hatred)

【Small Theater: Difficult Brothers and Difficult Brothers】

Kerry: Oh, forget it, Brother Zhou!The author... can't be provoked, he can do whatever he wants!Look at me... (hospital bed, dying)