Strange Spiritualist: My doll can really manifest

"Soft, glutinous, fragrant, mellow, rotten when you bite, chewed and tasteful!"

The middle-aged man picked up the hoof flowers in Zhong Wen's bowl and said, "Mr. Zhong, I don't understand, what do you usually eat?" You can't even look at this pig's trotter flower?

Zhong Wen looked around a little nervously, at the moment he obviously had no intention of discussing eating hoof flowers with the person in front of him.

"Master, are we really going to Haixi next?"

"Anyway, Zhong Zong, you have nowhere to go, the Zhongyuan Festival will arrive soon, and Haixi is lively!"

Zhong Wen saw police officers patrolling outside the restaurant and immediately lowered his head.

The middle-aged man grinned when he saw him like this and said, "President Zhong, put your heart in your stomach."

"Not to mention whether the police officer outside came for you, even if they were, they couldn't help you."

As if confirming the middle-aged man's words, two patrolling police officers entered the restaurant and looked at everyone in the restaurant seriously.

One of the officers walked inside the restaurant and looked at everyone with their backs to the door.

Zhong Wen sat with his back to the restaurant door.

When the officer passed him, he visibly nervous.

Because his blue nose and swollen face are really conspicuous.

At this time, the middle-aged man who was eating hoof flowers spoke: "What I gave you before, hold it in your hand."

Zhong Wen reached out from the pocket of his upper clothes and took out a small irregular fragment of unknown material.

As soon as the fragment was in his hands, Zhong Wen smelled a foul smell that was so thick that it was pungent.

Before, he had wondered if this thing was useful.

However, when he was at Huhai Airport, he took this thing to avoid the bodyguards of those celestial phenomena.

It's the same this time.

The police officer who passed by noticed the injury on Zhong Wen's face at a glance, but when Zhong Wen took out the thing, the police officer looked directly at the middle-aged man in a long robe who was eating hoof flowers opposite him.

Soon, the two police officers saw that there was nothing unusual in the shop and left.

After confirming that the two police officers were gone, Zhong Wen asked in a low voice, "What is this thing?" The bad smell is dead! The

middle-aged man ate the last hoof flower in the bowl, spit out the bone, and grinned with golden teeth: "President Zhong, I advise you not to ask, after all, you people are not very mentally responsible, why bother to find yourself unhappy?" "

How is your psychological endurance?

Listening to the middle-aged man say this, Zhong Wen smiled coldly and said, "Didn't you ask me before what I usually eat, why can't I see this hoof flower?"

The middle-aged man nodded curiously and said, "Yes, what does President Zhong usually eat?" Speaking of which to open my eyes, this ordinary man?

Zhong Wen showed a look of aftertaste on his face, as if he was enjoying it very much: "Master, have you ever eaten human flesh?" "

What?"

Even through the sunglasses, Zhong Wen could see the doubt and shock on the middle-aged man's face in front of him.

He immediately smiled contemptuously, saying that what an expert and a capable person seemed to be just an earthen turtle who had never tasted the delicacy of the world.

Zhong Wen repeated word by word: "Master, have you ever eaten human flesh?" This

time, the middle-aged man obviously heard clearly.

He subconsciously asked, "Have you eaten?" "

Hahahaha!"

Zhongwen laughed as if he had heard some strange joke.

His reaction had already told the middle-aged man the answer.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly after his sunglasses, and he said: "President Zhong, to save your life, I think, I have to add some money!"

Zhong Wen still laughed, and the more exaggerated the reaction of the "expert" in front of him, the happier Zhong Wen became.

After a moment, he finally stopped laughing, glanced at the bowl in front of the middle-aged man, and said, "Master, do you want to add some hoof flowers?"

"After all, the tender hands that can't eat the five-year-old little north nose can only gnaw this pig's trotter flower to solve the hunger."

After speaking, Zhong Wenhe deliberately "slid" for a while.

The middle-aged

man: "..." Suppressing the urge to vomit, the middle-aged man pointed to the irregularly shaped fragments in Zhong Wen's hand, forced out a smile and said: "President Zhong, this thing in your hand..."

Zhong Wen: "What is it?" It stinks me!

The middle-aged man's face showed a sense of "revenge"-style satisfaction, "This is a child's skull, take it off when the child is alive, and then soak it in corpse oil mixed with a thousand corpses for a hundred days, and finally put it into the stomach of the dead woman to raise the moon fetus

..." Zhong Wen: "..."

In an instant, Zhong Wen's face changed at once.

He originally wanted to eat some noodles, but now he couldn't eat a bite.

He trembled with the object in his hand and asked, "Why take this thing off while the child is alive?"

The middle-aged man said with a proud look: "In order to accumulate children's resentment."

Zhong Wen shuddered and asked, "Also, that is to say, there is a grievance spirit of a little devil hidden in this thing?!"

The middle-aged man slowly raised his hand and put up two fingers, "Wrong Zhong Zong, not one, but two." "

Skull, pubic fetus, two!"

"Children have been hurt by adults, so they don't like to see adults, and any adult who wants to see you will be disturbed by them."

Zhong Wen listened, his facial muscles twitched continuously, and finally cursed angrily: "Bah! Shi Hao! You, you are such a bunch of beasts! The

middle-aged man smiled and said, "Each other, each other!" "

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Half an hour passed.

Zhong Wen and Shi Hao got on the high-speed train to Jiangcheng.

As soon as the high-speed train departed, the inspection came.

It looks like catching a fugitive, one carriage after another, one by one.

Less than two stops away from the high-speed train, the special police with guns came up and re-checked the entire train, while also making simple repairs to the monitoring inside the train.

In this regard, Zhong Wen was extremely nervous, and Shi Hao sneered.

He even joked with Zhong Wen: "President Zhong, it seems that the celestial Buddha cares about you very much?" Actually launched such a big battle to find you?

Zhongwen pork looked out the car window without saying a word.

When he was about to arrive in Jiangcheng, two people came up on the train.

Seeing these two people, Shi Hao's light expression finally changed along the way.

When he spoke to Zhong Wen again, there was a hint of solemnity in his voice: "The people from the Special Management Bureau are also looking for you?" Mr. Zhong, are you the only person who has offended the Buddha?

Zhongwen wiped his face nervously, took a deep breath, and at this time, he smiled instead.

"Master, everything is left to you!"

Shi Hao: "..." The

high-speed train arrived in Jiangcheng, and the two got off.

As soon as he got off the car, Shi Hao saw a person with eyes like an eagle falcon in the crowd, and his eyes were sharply scanning the crowd getting off the car.

There were several people standing beside this person.

Seeing this, Shi Hao grabbed Zhong Wen and turned around to get back into the car.

As soon as he got into the car, he dragged Zhongwen to the bathroom.

Locking the door, Shi Hao's eyes were red, and he hurriedly asked Zhong Wen: "The second-level special agent of the special management bureau!" And he has the position of captain!

"Such people are looking for you!"

"I don't believe your bullshit statement that you offended the Celestial Buddha and was captured!"

"If that's the case, this matter doesn't involve the Special Administration at all! That Buddha Zi can't find the second-level special agent of the Special Management Bureau because you are an ordinary person with a little money!

"Say! Apart from that heavenly Buddha, who else have you offended?!

Shi Hao's words were a little hoarse, and if you listened carefully, you could still find that there was a bit of fear in them.

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