Rebirth of the open female forensic doctor

Chapter 123 Police Help

At this moment, she has been turning around for almost an hour, running and running, she is tired, she sits on the ground, and the makeup on her face is all over from crying because of fear. In this late night, her makeup looks more like a female ghost.

"Brother Ghost, Big Sister Ghost, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been in awe of ghosts and gods. From now on, I will offer you three pillars of fragrance every day. Please let me go."

Jarman clasped his hands together, crying and screaming towards the void, begging for mercy, the whistling wind blew past her body, making her tremble all over with fright, crying pitifully and miserably.

"Wow, Mom and Dad, help!" Crying and crying, Jarman didn't know where the courage came from, and yelled straight forward, and the speed was like a gust of wind.

It wasn't until a wall appeared in front of her that blocked her way that she slammed on the brakes and stopped lying on the wall.

"Hoo hoo hoo..." Panting heavily, Jarman turned around, leaning his back against the wall, his chest rising and falling sharply, looking at the way he came. The intersection that had been caused by her for almost an hour was no longer visible.

She escaped, really escaped!

"Woooooooooo..." Jaman slid down on the ground, covering his face with his palms and began to cry.

The experience tonight was really terrifying, it completely overturned her cognition, she was terrified, her whole heart was clenched in fear, she didn't dare to run back to the rental house, she didn't dare to stay alone anymore, she was afraid of that dirty thing Still with her.

What should she do?

Call the police!

These two words popped out of his mind suddenly, Jarman stopped crying, raised his face blankly, and murmured: "That's right, call the police, go to the police station, the police can protect me, call the police... "

As if he had found his backbone, the limp Jaman suddenly stood up and ran towards the main road while talking about the police station.

When her figure gradually ran away, the wall she had just stayed on turned into a rolling white mist. The figures of Ye Fan and Ying Yingying appeared in the hazy white mist, and when the mist cleared, they were still at the intersection. Location.

"Bingo, it's done." Ying Yingying grinned and snapped her fingers, and said to Ye Fan with an expression begging for praise: "My lord, don't worry, I just invaded a trace of Yin Qi into her body to affect her thinking field." , will not cause great harm to her body, nor will it damage her brain."

"Okay, thank you." Ye Fan twitched the corner of his mouth and said, the apology between his brows turned into perseverance, and said to Ying Ying: "Thank you for your help tonight, if you have something to tell me, I will go first."

"Ah, my lord, are you leaving?" Ying Yingying looked reluctant, but she still raised her paw and pouted, "My lord, bye, come to visit my house when you have time."

Ye Fan glanced at the small western-style building behind her that she had burned to her, and the corners of her mouth twitched. She felt that in order to thank her for her help tonight, she should burn a few more handsome men for her.

Jarman was wearing a Tang suit and running on the street in the middle of the night. To be honest, she really frightened many passers-by. Fortunately, after running for a long time, her physical strength was exhausted, and she finally remembered that she could call a taxi.

After finally stopping the car, Jarman got into the car under the astonished gaze of the driver and drove towards the police station.

At this time, Ye Fan was sitting on the roof of the taxi, and the night wind was blowing all the way, which was a bit comfortable and chic. Fortunately, no one could see it, otherwise it would definitely be the headline news.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the police station. It was past twelve o'clock in the morning, and the policeman on duty was dozing off. Suddenly, a woman in a Tang suit with makeup all over her face ran in with disheveled hair, crying: " Help, help, comrade police, there is a ghost!"

The poor policeman was so frightened that he jumped onto the table, picked up the electric baton on the table, and pointed it tremblingly at Jarman, his voice was out of tune: "Female, female ghost, you, don't, don't pass, come here ..."

(End of this chapter)