When Zhang Jiachang and Neng Wentao explained why the two of them had a confrontation in Zhu Zhenzhen's room, they used a "do whatever you want" idiom solitaire format, and they were fighting each other with a dynamic game of thinking.
But this made Zhu Zhenzhen understand the reason why the two of them were here. She was curious about why Zhang Jiachang knew the password to her home, but she might have told him this. After all, she was very confused at the time.
I don't remember anything about what I did.
As for Neng Wentao, she felt that this man was somewhat sick. She and him were just ordinary friends, but he always said that he was her boyfriend when meeting people.
"I'm going to bed, you guys go back." Zhu Zhenzhen yawned and said, "Zhang Jiachang, thank you for today."
"You're welcome."
Zhang Jiachang stood up and walked out. At this moment, Neng Wentao had no reason to stay. He turned around and said to Zhu Zhenzhen with nostalgia: "Zhenzhen..."
"Please!" Zhu Zhenzhen didn't have a good look on him: "Next time, please don't go around saying you are my boyfriend, thank you."
"knew……"
Neng Wentao walked out the door dejectedly, but found that Zhang Jiachang had disappeared in just a few words. The elevator was still on the first floor, and no one was seen walking in the corridor.
This frightened Neng Wentao, and he hurried to the elevator and clicked the button. When the elevator came up and walked in, he found that there was a person standing in the elevator.
The man was standing in the elevator with his back to him. This scene made Neng Wentao so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly. However, before taking two steps back, he found that his feet were trembling and he could no longer walk. However, the man did not seem to move.
Just stood there quietly.
Finally, before the elevator door closed, Neng Wentao ran out with all his strength, rushed all the way to Zhu Zhenzhen's door and started banging on the door hard.
"Zhenzhen... open the door... open the door quickly..."
Zhu Zhenzhen, who was resetting her password, frowned and opened the door, and asked impatiently: "Why are you back again?"
Neng Wentao slipped into the house and closed the door forcefully: "There is a ghost..."
Zhu Zhenzhen knew that Neng Wentao was very timid. After all, they had known each other for many years, so she was not afraid of what he would do. She just saw that his face was full of fear, his face was still sallow, and beads of sweat were dripping on his forehead.
She thought he must have seen something strange, so she stepped forward and was about to open the door, but suddenly a hand got stuck in the crack of the door.
At that moment, Zhu Zhenzhen couldn't help but tremble all over, and the next moment Zhang Jiachang's head stuck out: "I forgot my cell phone."
After saying that, Zhang Jiachang glanced at Neng Wentao, who was sitting in the corner and was shaking all over, and asked curiously: "What's wrong with him?"
"He said there was a ghost."
Zhang Jiachang smiled: "Then let him stop running around."
After Zhu Zhenzhen handed him the phone, Zhang Jiachang stood at the door and waited for two seconds, then took out a coin from his pocket and blew on it, then pressed it against the door.
This time he really left, and Neng Wentao got his wish and stayed one night at Zhu Zhenzhen's house.
But of course I was sleeping on the sofa, but at least I could sleep peacefully and nothing special happened during the night.
However, early the next morning, Neng Wentao and Zhu Zhenzhen were awakened by a burst of noise, and soon there was a knock on the door.
Zhu Zhenzhen opened the door and saw a man in casual clothes looking at her door.
"Do you know Zhang Jiachang?" the man asked as soon as he opened his mouth.
Zhu Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment: "He... is my employee."
"You're so lucky." The person who spoke was Mouse. He took out the ID from his pocket and handed it to Zhu Zhenzhen: "A murder occurred in this building. Now I would like to ask you to cooperate in the investigation."
Today is Mouse's first day on the job, just because there was a bizarre murder case in this building. The deceased was 48 years old and the owner of an electronics factory. According to the preliminary conclusion of the medical examiner, the cause of death was pain and shock after burns.
However, judging from the on-site investigation, there were no signs of fire in the house. This became a bizarre case, so Director Chen asked Mouse to come over and be responsible for the investigation.
He came over to check and found a one-yuan coin on Zhu Zhenzhen's door. As far as he knew, if anyone in the world could use a one-yuan coin to arrange a barrier spell, it must be Brother Zhang.
Judging from the breath at the door, there is indeed a vague evil spirit wafting here. It should be that there is a person in this room that the murderer wants to silence.
But because Brother Zhang is bound here, that guy is probably hiding somewhere to recover from his injuries.
However, even if Brother Zhang knew about it, he would not take the initiative or inform the situation. He would only give a disguised reminder or provide a kind of routine protection. So since there are his coins here, it means that there is an insider here.
Entering Zhu Zhenzhen's home, Mouse looked around. There was nothing different here. It was just a normal female residence. However, the man sitting on the sofa made him a little surprised.
Because this man's body is full of death, logically speaking, he should not be sitting here but lying somewhere. His body is already cold, but he is still alive, so it means that Brother Zhang's formation barrier is
To protect this person.
Mouse walked straight to Neng Wentao and sat down, patting him on the shoulder: "Did you see anyone or anything special yesterday?"
When Neng Wentao thought about what happened last night, he was still a little frightened, so he told what happened last night exactly.
"The man was standing inside with his back to the elevator door. I didn't see his face."
The mouse raised his eyes and picked up the sketchbook: "Can you provide me with some characteristics?"
"Neng... He was wearing a work jacket, about 1.75 meters tall, with short hair." Neng Wentao tried hard to recall: "And... I seemed to see a circle of black circles under his neck on both sides.
thing."
"A black thing?" the mouse asked curiously: "Can you describe it in detail?"
Neng Wentao stood up and turned his back to the mouse, then pointed with his hand to the position under his cheeks: "There is a circle of black marks from here to behind the ears, like... like the marks left when hanging."
"How can you be sure it was hanging?"
Neng Wentao took a deep breath and pursed his lips: "My father hanged himself... the mark is the same."
Mouse nodded: "Work clothes, 1.75 meters tall, short hair, there are marks on the neck, are there any more?"
"No more...I don't remember anything after that."
Mouse stood up and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."
After saying that, he walked out of the door and went to the crime scene on the upper floor. Because the body had not yet undergone forensic autopsy, he could not get in touch with the original appearance of the body for the time being.
But judging from Neng Wentao's description, this should be a special case.
But what about motivation?
At this moment, in a rental house far away on the outskirts of the city, a young man was lying on a tattered wooden bed writhing in pain. Yesterday, he was shocked by the terrifying formation, which almost shook away three souls and seven souls. Huang.
The horror of this formation was so terrifying that even when he was in his prime two thousand years ago, he would have been unable to withstand such a terrifying spell, let alone his current disability.
After searching through all the memories of the young man whose corpse he had resurrected, he concluded that this era had been over for many years.
Since it is the Age of Ending Law, why can such a terrifying formation still exist? And what kind of group is behind that person?
In this regard, this warlock who had reached the peak two thousand years ago couldn't help but begin to doubt himself, but the physical pain he was experiencing now left him with no energy to learn more.
But this is not a bad thing, because the emergence of this formation is enough to show that this era is far from being as simple as he thought, and he must not take it lightly in the future.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the door opening next door. He knew that it was the prostitute next door who only went out at night. He gritted his teeth, wiped away the black blood seeping from his nostrils, and slowly walked towards the place where the sound came from.
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Zhang Jiachang went to work today as usual after sending Nian Nian to school. He barely slept last night and looked the same as usual. He was still in high spirits.
When he arrived at the company, he was the only one who arrived at work, and everyone else was late.
With nothing to do, Zhang Jiachang started boiling water, wiping the table, and then made some simple breakfast in the kitchen using the remaining ingredients from yesterday.
After he finished everything, Zhu Zhenzhen came to the company. When she saw Zhang Jiachang, she rushed up to him as soon as possible and said nervously: "There was a murder in my building last night, so I'll follow you."
It’s almost time to leave. Did you see anything?”
"I..." Zhang Jiachang hesitated for a moment and then shook his head and said, "No."
"It's okay if you don't. In the morning, the police came to question me. He even asked me if I knew you."
"Maybe he's my friend." Zhang Jiachang simply replied: "Has Mr. Zhu had breakfast?"
"not yet……"
"Eat something." Zhang Jiachang pointed to the things on the table: "I prepared some breakfast."
Zhu Zhenzhen, who rarely eats breakfast, never expected to be able to eat a delicious and fresh breakfast at work. Although she now feels that Zhang Jiachang is weird in every aspect, this kind of weirdness is not annoying, it just feels like he is
There's a bit of an inhumane sense of abstinence.
But this is a good thing. After all, Zhu Zhenzhen has been the center of attention among men since she was a child. Now she finally has someone who doesn't regard her as a woman. This feeling is quite good.
"What's going on with these women?" Zhu Zhenzhen, who was eating pancakes, glanced at her watch: "Why haven't they come yet?"
Zhang Jiachang was also curious. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Three big characters were written on it: Saturday.