Female president's private killer

Miao Xiaochun stared at Song Zijing jumping up and down the room and couldn't help saying, "what are you... Doing?"

"Ah!" Song Zijing got up and scratched his head. "I'm looking for something."

"What are you looking for?"

Song Zijing didn't know how to explain. He touched his chest and suddenly had an idea: "my chest hair! yes! It's chest hair! This one on my left chest has been with me for more than 20 years. It's really worth remembering! I just lost it somewhere, so... I'm looking for it! "

Miao Xiaochun smiled and suddenly came forward to hold song Zijing's waist. She said in a beautiful voice, "don't look for it... Pull one out of me to replace it..."

"But... You don't have chest hair..."

"Other places can also..."

"Well?"

The warm body immediately knocked someone down. In a flash, he didn't remember looking for Mao.

It's fucking tired!

Song Zijing didn't know that his limit was so high. He did it more this morning than in the past 20 years! In the end, he couldn't even command even a hair on himself with his mind

At this time, there are more than 20 ghosts around. I don't care

Sleep as you say, no discussion.

This sleep is very heavy. It seems that there are some shadows flying back and forth in my mind, but they are not impressed. The only profound thing is the smile on my face at the last moment of winter heat

If you die, you'll die. If you die, you still pester people!

What haunts people is not only a smile, but also a mouth, a hand and a voice.

"Su Tianlan is calling..."

Song Zijing woke up reluctantly, picked up the phone and muttered, "hello..."

"Are you sleeping before the evening?" Su Tianlan smiled softly: "won't you be too tired because of something?"

"Ah?" Song Zijing suddenly woke up and hurriedly explained, "no, I didn't sleep! I'm not tired... "

Miao Xiaochun, who was sleeping beside him, suddenly turned over and put his little hand on his chest without chest hair: "Honey... You wake up..."

Song Zijing, who wanted to kill with his chest hair: "

"Well, I'm calling this time because of what happened just now..." Su Tianlan smiled knowingly and continued with indifference.

Song Zijing immediately an inspiration. He knew that Su Tianlan was talking about several doctors who were unconscious and crazy in the autopsy room: "well, what's the situation over there?"

"Several people who woke up after the coma claimed that they saw the strange white light on the body before the coma, and then they went into a coma. This news was verified separately, which can prove that the white light on the body is true."

"Well, what about the madman?"

"That madman..." Su Tianlan hesitated for a moment: "dead."

"Dead?" Song Zijing suddenly felt that the hairs on his back stood up: "how did he die?"

"Just hanged himself in a single cell." Su Tianlan said slowly: "we have checked and there is no sign of others entering. This matter... Is really strange."

"If no trace can be found, it does not necessarily mean that the man committed suicide." Song Zijing desperately turned his little brain: "this man was the only one who was sober at that time. He was the most suspected person to make white light on Dongre's body. He died, maybe killing people."

"It's best for you to think so." Su Tianlan's voice seemed to be a little more cheerful: "so you don't have to worry too much. We will continue to trace this matter. If it's really artificial, it's certainly not to scare people. They won't give up. They will make some strange things again. As long as they seize the opportunity, they can always catch the behind the scenes."

"Uh huh!" Song Zijing wiped the sweat on his cheek: "please the sky is blue."

At the moment Su Tianlan hung up the phone, there was a sneer: "giggle!"

Song Zijing, who can never find a recording device: "..."

"My God!" In a black SUV outside song Zijing's community, Lang Dongsheng looked at the back seat, a beautiful and unspeakable woman who had just put away the phone: "sister Hua, if I hadn't watched you with my own eyes, I really thought you were sister Su, how could your voice be so like her?"

Hua Ruxue smiled and didn't mind Lang Dongsheng calling them all sister-in-law: "this is easy to learn. You only need to imitate and practice phonation for eight hours every day for ten years. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Lang Dongsheng, who doesn't want to continue learning to speak for ten years: "...."

Duan Tiandao in the driver's seat proudly touched his chin: "like blood, you have no problem with your next plan?"

Hua Ruxue gave him a good-looking look: "although I am your bodyguard, you can't ask me to do so many boring things."

Duan Tiandao had to smile bitterly: "of course, different work and different expenses..."

"Add 100000."

"No problem, no problem!"

"Dollars!"

“……”

Finally, Hua Ruxue, who was satisfied with the reward, giggled, stretched out his hand and pulled up a curtain on the SUV, blocking the sight of the people in front. Both men heard Hua Ruxue start to take off his coat.

Lang Dongsheng only felt a heat flow directly overhead. He hurried to open the door and went down: "brother Duan, I'll wait outside the car."

Duan Tiandao smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

Although Lang Dongsheng's ability is not very strong, his ability to know and understand interest is not bad.

Duan Tiandao turned around and looked desperately behind the curtain. It seemed that he had perspective eyes. He hesitated for a moment and whispered, "in fact, there's enough time... Have you ever tried to be here? Well, it's the one that swings the car around. What if you're interested... "

Poof!

A very long thing suddenly protruded behind the curtain, which just poked the face of Tiandao in the middle.

The almost swollen Duan Tiandao stabbed: "...."

Miao Xiaochun couldn't sleep. She desperately pulled song Zijing: "no, we can't stay here anymore! It's terrible here! "

In fact, song Zijing felt the same way. Especially now that he had slept until the evening, he had to clean up and take Miao Xiaochun into the corridor. At the moment, the light control lights in the corridor seemed to sense the darkness of the outside light, which consciously lit up one by one, almost startled song Zijing.

Shit! Lights! I hate flickering lights!

By the way... Lights!

Song Zijing had a rare flash in his mind! In fact, the biggest difference today is the elevator, the sneer and the cracked light bulb in the room!

These things can be arranged! For example, control the current, for example, control the elevator, for example, install a secret sound player!

Um! Yes, yes

After only half the thought, song Zijing shook his head again, but how to explain the death of the taxi driver?

Just as he said there was dirt behind him, he died!

Is it difficult

It seemed that he was going to take his guess. The dark light suddenly began to shine inexplicably, which scared Miao Xiaochun to scream softly, almost close to someone's back.

"It's all right! Recently, the voltage in nanchun is not stable. " Song Zijing sighed and decided not to think about it for the time being. The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth! The most important thing now is to find Taoist Wenquan early

But now he's not at home and the phone can't get through... Really... Where has he gone?

Miao Xiaochun was obviously still a little uneasy, but he finally bit his teeth and didn't cry out. He just refused to leave him half a step.

"Ding." The elevator opened and there was no one inside. Song Zijing took Miao Xiaochun in and pressed the tenth floor.

Don't move, don't move!

Song Zijing secretly said that if it was really haunted by ghosts, it should be the same as what happened in the morning, otherwise someone wanted to harm me

It's like hearing what's on his mind!

The elevator did not move for a long time!

Sure enough, it's the same as last time!

A cold wind blew, and the elevator sank slightly. It seemed that an invisible person got on the elevator, and then the door closed slowly.

Fortunately, from the beginning to the end, Miao Xiaochun hid behind someone. He had no intuitive feelings about all this and saved song Zijing from continuing to comfort her.

This charming and hot body is close to the back, and the warped curve is clear and attractive. It should have been a very beautiful scene, but someone doesn't feel half a silk of blood boiling at all.

"Don't be afraid." Song Zijing doesn't know whether he wants to relieve Miao Xiaochun's pressure or tell himself: "I have a very powerful master. Don't say there are no ghosts in the world. Even if there are, my master can..."

His words were not finished.

"Buzz!" Let's hear it!

The elevator suddenly stopped! More than that! The lights of the whole elevator suddenly went out! Into a complete darkness!

This?

"Ah!"

After a scream, before Song Zijing could react, a warm nephrite suddenly jumped into his arms and hugged his body. All over the body and her voice trembled violently: "ghost... Ghost! I really met a ghost! The driver must have seen something! There must be a ghost following us! There must be... "

Song Zijing's own heart is also pounding. No matter how he refuses to admit it or how he takes preventive shots, he has to admit that this is indeed the greatest possibility.

Originally, he was superstitious. Although he had never met a ghost before, who can come up with evidence to prove that ghosts do not exist?

The soul is something that can neither prove that it has nor that it does not have!

And all these strange things in front of us seem to prove that this power is real!

In the dark elevator room, there was nothing to see. Song Zijing held the Jade Buddha tightly around his neck and whispered.

The kind of inexplicable expectation in his heart, the fear of the unknown and the possible strange existence, this extremely complex emotion instantly caught his heart!

Distract!

Well, you must divert your attention at this time!

Well, I don't know whether Dong re really appears as a ghost... With clothes... Or without clothes

"Hoo..." suddenly, there was a cold wind in the completely closed elevator room for no reason. The cold wind slipped through song Zijing's back and aroused goose bumps all over him!

This?

Song Zijing was excited by this external force. Suddenly, it was like being drenched with a bucket of ice water from head to foot. Just transferred his attention, he suddenly came back!

"Cluck!"

This sad sneer was like never leaving him.

"Stop laughing! Stop laughing! " Song Zijing suddenly went crazy and pushed Miao Xiaochun out of his arms: "I told you not to laugh! You think I don't know you're laughing! If you laugh again, I'll hit you! "

Miao Xiaochun, who didn't laugh at all, was in a hurry: "what are you talking about! This voice is clearly what you laugh! A big man smiles like a woman! Why did you give pig Bajie a harrow... "

A happy voice: "giggle!"

Neither of them laughed: "...."