This Guy is Wrong

   Chapter 1919 Asking Immortal Huangquan (37)

  【Thank you card is being synthesized...】

  【Thank you card is successfully synthesized, the current progress is 40%. 】

  【Obtain an identity fragment, do you want to check it? 】

   Chuzheng stood in the dark: "Well."

  【Identity fragment decoding in progress...】

  【Identity Fragment 4: Blood Type B】

   Chuzheng: "..."

I will endure!

-

  I thought it would continue, but when I opened my eyes, I found that Chuzheng was still stunned for a while lying on his little broken bed.

   raised his hand and groped for a moment.

   was not pulled for cremation, which is fine.

  Chuzheng got up and took a shower, turned around and saw two girls standing behind her.

   Chuzheng was startled: "What are you doing?"

   Who are you scaring early in the morning!

  Zhizhi looked at her intently, Chuzheng was irritable: "I'm hungry, I'm still hungry, you know what else to do besides eat."

   "Master, I'm hungry too." The little short-legged robot bared its head from behind the paper stickman and shouted in a milky voice.

   Chuzheng: "..."

roll!

  You are a robot starving!

   Chuzheng pushed the paper stickers out, picked them on the table full of small bottles, and finally picked two, poured out the spirits inside, and photographed them directly on the paper stickers.

The    spirit quickly disappeared into Zhi Zhanren's body.

  The radian of the red lips on the face of the paper sticker is obviously enlarged.

   Chuzheng was in a panic, so he stumbled downstairs, found another paper stick behind the door, and fed it in the same way.

The   robot banged downstairs: "Master, you don't wait for others. Do you not love others, or do you have other robots outside?"

   Chuzheng: "..."

   "Show me Xingjue's information." Chuzheng was too lazy to deal with the robot and let it call up Xingjue's information.

   "Look at what he's doing." The robot asked and threw the information into the air: "What's so beautiful about this, Master, find me a tall and mighty body, and I can be so good-looking."

   Chuzheng gave it a threatening look: "You talk a lot?"

  The robot awkwardly locked its mouth with both hands, indicating that it would not speak.

  Chuzheng looked away, and the robot quickly added: "What's so beautiful about Xiaobai's face!" After speaking, he immediately turned around and turned his back to Chuzheng.

   Chuzheng: "..."

   Chuzheng looked at the displayed data.

  Name: Xing Jue

Sex: Male

   Nationality: HG

   Constellation: Pisces

  Birthday: March 20

  Blood type: B blood

  …

  The known information, except for the gender and blood type, the remaining two do not match, of course, the birthday does not match, and the constellation certainly does not match, so it can only be counted as one...

   Isn't he?

  Chuzheng picked up the **** and scolded him again in the bottom of his heart, and then stepped on the flip-flops and went straight to work.

   "Miss Chuzheng?"

  Hu Shuo probably thought that Chuzheng came to work so early and the sun came out from the west, and was very surprised.

   "I have a question for you."

   "You ask."

   "When is your husband's birthday?"

   "March twentieth."

  “…”

   Really is March 20th.

   Hu Shuo wondered: "Miss Chuzheng, what are you asking about this?" These simple materials can be found online, and the materials he gave are also included.

"nothing."

   Chuzheng left without looking back.

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

no!

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

   Bao Lei, the person in charge of the funeral home, has not been found yet, and the rest of the clues have been cut off. Asking Xianlu seems to be shrouded in an invisible haze.

   "Wan Fei was killed by those in the funeral home, but they didn't move the body outside, so who did it?"

  Liu Zhong took people to a meeting and sorted out the recent affairs.

  Meiji, who shrank in the far corner, raised the rabbit ears in her hand: "That is to say, there are still a group of people?"

  Xie Shi propped up his chin, and the clown hat was tilted to one side: "The one who killed Wanfei was the one who killed Wanfei, and the one who dumped the corpse, that is, two groups. What is the purpose of these two groups?"

Su Yao stepped on the stool and said rather domineeringly, "According to what Miss Chuzheng said, the group of killing Wanfei is to allow more unknown creatures to settle in, and they have a way to make the corpse behave like a normal person. Regardless of the purpose of doing this, what about the corpse throwers? What do they want to do?"

  Jiang Sanzhan dressed as a gangster was obviously not suitable for this kind of mental work, so he sat there watching, thinking he was an auditor.

   The sick beauty Yeyueli was flipping through a book, and he could vaguely see the information on some unknown creatures on it.

   Just when a few people were at a loss, Chuzheng came in from the outside.

   "All in?"

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

   Chuzheng didn't care where he sat, so he sat down casually and threw the things in his hand on the table.

   "Go and see all these places."

   Spread out on the table is a map of Jingnan City, on which a lot of places are marked with a pen.

   "Miss Chuzheng, what is this?"

   "In the past two years, the fluctuation of spiritual value is too abnormal, especially these two places."

   Chuzheng lights two of the dots, one of which is a funeral home and the other a hospital.

   That group of people needs bodies, and funeral homes and hospitals are the best options.

  Chuzheng gave new instructions, and a group of people soon split up.

  Liu Zhong was ordered to stay in the store because of the injury, out of the traditional virtue of respecting the old and caring for the young.

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

   "I don't know." Chuzheng stood up, the chair rubbed against the ground, and there was a slight noise. She supported the table with her palms, and looked sideways at Liu Zhong's line of sight: "However, asking Xianlu is not because they want to offend."

   The girl's voice is neither light nor heavy, but it has a kind of trustworthy power.

  Liu nodded his head: "I hope this matter will be clarified as soon as possible."

   Chuzheng didn't respond, turned his head and left.

   When she walked out of the store and looked at the street, she happened to see Singqiao standing opposite, holding a book in his hand.

  Star Bridge…

   Chuzheng silently recited several names several times, then turned around to the back and went upstairs.

  Chuzheng turned out the contract of Xingqiao, took it into the small room before, and I don't know how long it took, Chuzheng came out of it and fell on the sofa without any image.

   "Star Bridge..."

   Chuzheng sighed.

  Why choose at such a time.

   "Master, what's the matter with you?" The robot rolled over, looking up at the man slumped on the sofa.

   "I'm going to give you another owner."

   "Huh?" The robot was stunned, and turned around and said, "Are you going to abandon your husband?"

   Chuzheng: "..."

  Where did you learn the messy words!

  Who is the husband and who is the son?

  The robot howled for a long time in a one-man show, Chuzheng ignored him at all, and finally had no choice but to stop howling, and asked in a milky voice: "Master, you won't tell the truth, right?"

   Chuzheng slapped the contract in front of the robot: "It has been foreshadowed, ask the next owner of Xianlu."

The    contract is obviously different from before, there are many more lines on the paper, and the name of the star bridge has also been hidden.

   Before the first zheng, I felt something was wrong.

   Star Bridge is too young, and the color of the flame he used before is not right.

   (end of this chapter)